London had always liked purple.

It was a nice color- similar to blue, her favorite color, but different enough to be a good foil. It was blue with a bit of spunk. That bit of sassy flare to kick up the calm stoicness of blue. Purple was a passionate color, deep and regal, proud and refined, confident and bold.

Purple was a good color.

"London? Helloooo?"

London blinked a few times and shook her head. "Huh?" She looked to Joker, who had interrupted her thinking about brought her back down.

"You with us, Shepard? Or are you having another prothean vision quest?" Joker spun to face where she sat in the co-pilot's chair.

"I, yeah. I'm good. Just a bit..." London's eyes drifted over towards the Galaxy Map, "Distracted."

Joker did not miss London's wandering eyes and immediately looked to see where she was gazing. Tooling around at a console was only one person- Tali'zorah. He immediately grinned smugly at London. "Oh-ho-ho..."

"What?" London stammered, a bit of blush flashing on her pale face.

"I can't say I blame you, Commander. The suit makes things a little too much of a hassle for me, but Tali does have some very shapely hips-"

London slapped her arms down on the arm rests. "No! It's not- she's just the only one of the bridge and I was staring into space and-"

"Shepard, your pulse and body heat distribution beg to differ." EDI suddenly quipped, her blue ball form blinking as she spoke.

Joker clapped his hands together and rubbed them deviously. "Haha, yes... I knew it. So come on, Commander, spill. EDI and I won't tell."

London shifted nervously and looked to see if Tali was still there. The quarian had left the bridge it appeared, leaving just London, Joker, and EDI on the midnight shift. She sighed, sliding back in the chair. "Ok fine. Yes, You're right. I've got a big huge thing for Tali'Zorah." London ran a hand over her face. "Happy?"

"Hardly!" Joker replied excitedly, "How long has this been goin' on? Does she know?"

"Since... fuck I don't know. Awhile. And no she doesn't know. As far as I'm concerned it'll stay that way too." London said firmly, eyeing Joker.

"Awwww, come on! We need more hot lady on lady action on this ship!"

"Joker, don't you already have a dedicated relationship with extranet pornography?" London jabbed back, trying her best to get the attention off her.

The pilot shrugged. "Hey, doesn't mean I can't appreciate nice things still. Extranet porn is a very open minded lady."

"Stay classy, Joker." London got up from the chair and began to walk towards the elevator. "And with that, I'm off to bed for the night."

"What? No! Don't leave me hangin'! I need more details!" Joker called to her, but he didn't pursue, which London was thankful for.

When she got to her room, London threw herself down on her bed, staring up through the roof. She still felt a sting of embarrassment from her admission to Joker. She knew the pilot's cajoling had been all in jest and good humor, but London had never been comfortable with romantic emotions. Growing up on the streets left little time for romantic feeling.

Sex, now that was different. London had been there, done that. She could talk candidly about her sex life with Joker all shift. That was no big deal.

But romance... That was another thing entirely. London tried to think of a time when she had actually truly romanced a woman. A few times popped into her head- that one girl in the Reds who she had fooled around with, that one Asari tech advisor from her training days. Neither had become relationships by any means, but they were some of the few times London could remember romantic feelings. They'd certainly never been discussed with anyone.

London wrapped a pillow around her head and groaned with frustration. She had absolutely no idea how to deal with these feelings of love.