Radom drabble fic about a really, really overworked Shepard on her way to her trail.
Shepard was smiling when they put her in the Normandy's newly constructed brig. James Vega was, understandably confused by this. Approaching the Women lying on Cell's bed, which was hard by anyone's standards, Vega cleared his throat and asked a rather pertinent question.
"Um, Commander? Can I ask why you are smiling at this point in time. It hardly seems like the most opportune moment for smiling." He said, rather hesitantly.
"Because, Lieutenant, despite, no because I am in a cell with no chance of escape, I can finally do nothing at all."