Garrus Vakarian was strolling through the presidium. Only seeing other aliens, and no humans. The reason for this was because there was a lot of racism between the alien species and humans. This was old news, it had happened ever since the end of the first contact war.

It had gotten so intense, that laws were made against humans living anywhere other than Earth. If they were completely harmless humans with no military training, they would be allowed on other planets and on the Citadel for a small amount of time.

Many humans were turned into slaves. Male humans were used occasionally for work and if they were lucky, they would be forced into mercenary work. Female humans were used for the same things, but same with both genders, is that depending on the gender of the alien buying the human, they would use either gender for sex.

Garrus himself never had intentions to buy a slave. It was disgraceful to him how many turians were buying and selling slave, and just by the look of the slaves, he knew they were used for sex. He knew this because there were many public auctions for slaves.

He happened to run into one, all of the sudden. There was a small group of 6 turians, one standing on a stage. It was a small group because there was only one human left. It was a human female with red hair.

As he got closer, he noticed more details in her face. She had emerald green eyes, as humans called it, and some sort of small dots on her face. Taking a look at the fellow turians at the auction, he saw that they all looked like scum.

Garrus himself didn't care for humans, at all, but he wanted to at least spare one from the torture. The offers for the human were very low. He offered a decent amount of credits, but it wasn't too high. Nobody went above him, and before he knew it he was already walking back with the human.

"Great, another fucking turian wanting to fuck me," the human said, unaware Garrus was wearing a translator.

"You know I can hear you, right?" Garrus told her, but he knew she didn't have a translator so she couldn't understand him.

After a while, he got back to his mid-sized apartment. He grabbed a translator from his closet, which barely fit the human. The human angrily spoke. "What the hell is this for?"

"It's so you can understand me, idiot," Garrus responded back, copying the angry tone the human had. She seemed to be less defensive after him saying that, her face relaxing slightly. He couldn't tell by her reactions, but she felt his voice was deep and relaxing.

"Oh. Thanks?"

"You're welcome, human. Just so I can stop saying that word, what is your name?"

"My name is Jane."

"What is your last name?"

"I don't have one." The human, calling herself Jane, answered. Garrus knew this was an obvious lie, unless she was embarrassed by her last name.

"Don't lie, Jane." Garrus said. Jane felt felt slightly more relaxed, because Garrus was fine with saying her first name.

"Fine. My last name is Shepard."

"Shepard? Like those humans who agreed to have peace?"

"Yes. Now, what the fuck is your name, so I can make fun of it?"

"Just saying your family's efforts didn't go well. I'm Garrus Vakarian."

"Damnit," Jane said. She silently admitted to herself that his name was cool.

"Well, listen. We both don't like eachother, but it's probably better you ended up here. If I use you for sex, big deal. I might not, probably."

"Well, actually, I like you so far."

"Spirits, your judgement is mixed up. What makes me better than all your other owners?"

"Well by now the others were already halfway down my throat. You're slightly better."

"Alright. You can do whatever you want right now, I have to do some things." Garrus told her. Jane had no idea what to do, now that she was allowed to do whatever she wants. She really needed to sleep, bathe and use the bathroom. She already ate, because Garrus bought her some food, so she was set with that.

Garrus went to him room, and sat at a desk. It was his day off, but he still needed to do work. He had to tell Jane where the bathroom was, and then where she had to sleep. He didn't have an extra bed, so he had to share the bed with her.

Later in the day, Garrus finally finished the work while ironically off work. Jane was quiet while he was doing his work, she was just sitting in one place the whole time. He didn't know humans, but he knew it wasn't normal to sit in one place for a few hours with no entertainment or not moving at all. "You all right, Shepard?" Garrus asked her.

"You're calling me by my last name? I'm fine. You're my owner, you shouldn't give a single shit," Jane replied.

"You're my slave, so I say what concerns me and what doesn't. Also, it's common decency to worry why you're sitting there with no entertainment for hours. Do you want something to do, or are you trying to kill yourself with boredom?"

"What the fuck do you expect me to do? It's some random alien's house and I don't know what the fuck to do here."

"You should have just asked."

"How was I supposed to know I could do that?"

"I fucking hate this human slavery law! I never thought I'd hate turians."

"Of all people, a turian is complaining about the human slavery rules? Fucking wow."

"Shut the fuck up. I'll sell you to the worst turian I know."

"Fine with me, I don't care about living anymore."

"Just go watch a vid on the screen or something. Do whatever you want, I'm going to leave for a while!"

"Find the highest bidder," Jane hopelessly joked. Garrus shoved her out of the way and left. She had no idea what to do, because she didn't know how the apartment worked. She laid herself on his couch in the living room. Why was she going to have to share a bed with Garrus? The couch was fine.

She decided to nap. She closed her eyes and eventually fell asleep.

When Garrus got back, Jane was deep asleep on the couch. Garrus was pretty angry he had wasted his day off working and taking care of a human slave. He grabbed Jane by her arm and forced her off the couch. She woke up with a gasp. "Woah, what's going on," she asked quickly.

"I'm taking you to bed," Garrus stated.

"Well shit, I'm not ready for that!"

"You idiot, I mean to sleep."

"Oh. Can't I just sleep on that couch?"

"My bed is more comfortable."

"Why the fuck do you care about my comfort?"

"Maybe I don't want you to feel uncomfortable here because you'll have to get used to living here."

"I take it you couldn't find a bidder?"

Garrus sighed angrily. "Get up so I don't have to drag you there, damnit."

"Fine." Jane finally submitted. She stood up and went with Garrus into his room. Garrus crawled onto his bed, and so did Jane. Garrus laid down on the bed, and Jane laid as far away as she could.

Garrus pulled her closer, until they were against each other. Jane was confused, but she wouldn't argue. Garrus pulled the blanket over both of them, and he put his arms around her.

"Why are you holding me," Jane asked, her voice quivering.

"To keep you warm. Why is your voice quivering?" Garrus asked. Jane put her arms around him.

"No reason."

"Sure. Look, I know I've been rude today. You're a slave, but I don't want to treat you like one. I can't stand how other turians are just going along with the slavery and how they're treating living beings. It's disgusting. You may be forced to be a slave for me, but I promise, it won't feel like it."

"Garrus, I... I haven't had anyone treat me like this is a long time.. This isn't a fucking lie is it? I'll fucking hit you, god damn it.." Jane said, trying not to cry most of the time.

"Calm down. You were placed under my care, so the least I could do is care for you. So, make yourself comfortable living here. The Shepard's efforts haven't gone in vain forever."

"What?"

"Sleep, Jane."

"Okay," Jane said. She was being unusually submissive, and she knew it. She felt comfort, but she had no idea if something was going to happen while her guard was let down. Being gently held in a turian's strong arms wasn't helping her think. The embrace was warm, and it gave her the feeling she would be protected. Only seconds later, it became impossible for her to keep her eyes open.

She thought about it before falling asleep. Garrus was her master, and she was the slave, but for once, she was being treated as if she meant something. She felt for the rest of her life, she would have no meaning other than to be used for sex and to never be able to use her talents. Did she have a chance now? There was no guarantee Garrus was being honest, but she knew she could trust him.