Alright darlings I'm back. Here is a new story that has nothing to do with my others at all. I was inspired by all the wonderful sibling stories. So I had a few ideas, got them down. And now we have a story. I will be working on this as well as 'Close' at the same time so updates my be a little spacy. And as always pop over to my livejournal to keep up with thought process as well as ideas. I always love your feedback and help.

Disclaimer: Sadly the fate dose not shine on me enough to give me Mass Effect and all it's glory.

The sound of the rifle in his hands was a reassuring one. Almost as reassuring as the sight of another merc hitting the ground. Time had completely slipped past him as he waiting for a change, something to come along that was different, something other than point, shoot, reload, repeat. It felt like years, decades even, since the last of his team had fallen. And then just when he was at the end and he was ready to face his team in whatever afterlife awaited him fate had pulled the rug out from under him. And that pull came in the form of John Shepard, savior of the Citadel and his closest friend. Of course he would come back from the dead. And of course he would show up in that last second to save the day. That was just how John was, the hero of all heroes. Garrus laughed at himself thinking that John almost sounded like some hero from a vid, which they had already made and was quite popular on the Citadel.

The moment found Garrus relaxing at the moment as John and his team make their way back to him after securing the lower area. Of course they were taking a moment to search the bodies for extra clips and the rare medi-gel. That was fine for him, it was the first time that Garrus was able to rest between rounds of mercs without having to worry about a surprise attack. John was there to watch his back. Just like the old times.

Taking a breath he let his eyes shut and his head fall back to rest on the wall behind him. It felt like a lifetime ago that he was able to simply rest. His mind wondered to the men that he had lost. Each one a member of his team and who he considered his friends. Each one betrayed by the one who deceived them all. Sidonis. He was to blame for it all. And when he found him again he would correct the mistake of trusting him. Each member of his team lost had their name on a bullet meant for that bastard.

"You look like shit spread thin on a burnt piece of toast..." Garrus opened one eye to look up at John as he stood with arms crossed and a smirk on his face. Garrus let an exhausted chuckle leave him before he opened his other eye and looked up at Shepard fully.

"That sounds like a beyond disturbing analogy. But if it is as bad as I sounds then yes, I probable do look that way. Feel ten times worse than that." He chuckled again and took another look at his friend. This was the first time he was able to fully study his recently dead friend. Despite being dead for two years he looked the same as he always had. Hair that was buzzed short was a brown color with a small hint of red to it. Eyes that danced with amusement and joy, but in the current situation held a small amount of worry, were the same honey yellow in color. He was a built man that seemed to radiate a friendly atmosphere. He had the ability to draw people to him without even really trying. The only new features were the scars that traveled across his face. He made a mental note to ask him about that later.

John moved over to sit against the wall next to Garrus. His smile never really faded, making Garrus feel a slight bit more relieved, same old John. His close friend leaned slightly and bumped Garrus's shoulder with his own.

"You wanna tell me exactly what happened, Garrus? Why Omega? And how you managed to piss off every merc group on this shit hole of a rock?" There was something about John that he always knew how to get him to smile, even in times like this. Sighing once more, feeling more exhausted after every sigh, he looked up to a blank space above them.

"I thought that I could good. Be a leader like you were, or are, whatever. You were gone and I guess I felt I owed it to you to try and make a difference. This is as far as I got. Busting bad guys on Omega with a team of random do good-ers." He shook his head as he looked down to his hands. "I screwed up Shepard... I put my trust in the wrong guy. And he as good as killed the whole team. Turned us over to the mercs and drew me away so they could ambush the base."

Garrus shut his eyes as he clinched his fist. It was his fault for trusting the wrong guy. For being foolish enough to think he could be like Shepard. He felt a hand on his shoulder and opened his eyes to look at John. He offered him one of his classic Shepard grins.

"Sometimes you can't tell man. I've made plenty of mistakes. You're lucky enough to have not seen many of them." He chuckled slightly and Garrus returned his smile, even if he didn't fully believe him. The sound of footsteps brought them out of their discussion as Shepard's teammates entered. He rose to his feet and offered Garrus a hand to pull himself up as he addressed the women.

"Miranda, Kasumi. Did you guys find anything?" Garrus looked over the two women that John had brought along. One seemed to be a big Cerberus fan, sporting their logo on her chest. The air about her said she thought herself better than everyone around her. The other woman seemed mysterious and eager for whatever came next. A smile crossed her lips from under her hood as she spoke to John. In his opinion, Garrus preferred the hooded girl way over the walking Cerberus doll.

"Not much really, a lot of extra clips, a couple of medi-gels... oh and a datapad you are going to want to see..." From somewhere on her person she slipped out a datapad and held it out to John. He raised his brow as he looked to the two women. The brunette spoke now, her voice sound matter of fact like.

"John... I believe it is referring to Jane..."

Jane? Wasn't that a fairly common human name? Who the hell was she talking about? Garrus turned to look at John to ask these questions but stopped as he watched the color drain from Johns face. For the first time Garrus had ever seen, John Shepard looked scared. Like really scared. He watched as John quickly closed the gap between him and the datapad, pulling it quickly from the girls grasp. As he read it Johns face went from a slight bit of horror to anger. Pure rage. Garrus took a moment to look the girls over, taking notice that the hood woman seemed to somber up, the smile gone from her face while the white clad woman seemed a little upset as well, like someone had whipped their nose in her hair.

Garrus took a step closer to look over Johns shoulder. His friend seemed lost in thought so instead of interrupting he simply read the datapad himself. Right away he could tell that it was from one of the Blue Sun's fallen members.

'Clada- Shepard has served her purpose. Once Archangel has been eliminated, return to the base and get rid of her. There can not be a trail.'

Shepard? But he was right here. Looking back over the datapad and reread it. It was then he took notice of the important detail. Her. Was it John's mother? Or maybe a cousin? Looking to his friend he raised a brow plate. "John?"

Golden honey eyes seemed to have darken as he looked up to his turian friend. He quickly slipped the datapad into a safe place as he readied his gun.

"Garrus I know that its asking a lot but once we get you out of this shit storm of a cluster fuck do you mind taking me by the Blue Sun's base? They have something that belongs to me and I plan on taking it back."

Garrus smiled as he readied his rifle, looking down towards the only thing that had been his lifeline the past few days. "Hell I've been up here for Spirits knows how long letting them crash my party. I'll gladly give a few more hours away as long as I can return the favor." He smirked as he looked up towards John. He could see the small smile and thank you that apparent on his face. He would ask John about this later as well. He saw a sit down with a great amount of information swap in their future.

Just as they were about to get ready to move out a sound had them halt their steps. Turning towards the window they noticed Blue Sun mercs dropping in on ropes as well as a large gun ship. They all ducked into cover as John began spitting out curses, some Garrus had never heard before.

"They fixed the damn gunship. Ready for this?" The women coursed their readies as Garrus smirked to his friend and loaded his heat sink in his rifle. "Just like old times, huh Shepard?"