Between Mass Effect 2 and Mass Effect 3
The Celebration-
Looking at myself in the mirror I shrugged a little. Thinking to myself, what am I going to wear? This celebration for yet another victory against the Reapers was Anderson's idea. He invited everyone from the Normandy. Not to my surprise Jack had something better to do. Wrex, although he wanted to come, just to make fun of me being in a dress, (from what I had heard) had travelled back to Tuchunka, and Legion, well; let's just say he didn't want to frighten any innocent people. As for the rest of the crew, from what I heard are attending. I'm just hoping this celebration will be over in a matter of minutes. I was never fond of the whole formal dressing up thing. But he was going to be there. And I had to see him again, no matter the cost.
-Memories of Kaidan flood through my mind-
The night before Ilos…
I could feel his warm arms around my tense body, his lips caressing my cheek, while whispering lovely words in my ear that sent chills running down my spine. Making him extremely irresistible to me I grab his face in between my hands and passionately kissed his soft luscious lips. As I feel his grip tightening around my waist... a heavy moan escapes my mouth…
"…Shepard? Shepard?"
Dammit daydreaming again, I looked at her and gave her a slight nod. This time Miranda just let it go, not the usual response. But she's under some stress trying to 'glam' me up. Her words, not mine.
Miranda and I have gotten really close since she sided with me after my decision to destroy the Reaper base, rather than handing it over to the Illusive Man. I guess people can change and evolve.
She made me slip into a long elegant deep purple dress which hugged my curves. The dress had a slit on the side which travelled up past my knee to the middle of my thigh, I thought it was a bit risqué but she demanded it was sexy. Ugh just want I need, sexy. Not to mention the back of the dress stooped lower than I wanted. I swear, if Miranda puts me through this again, I will have to knock her unconscious or something.
"But this is just not me Miranda. I feel too…. Slutty and this dress is way too revealing."
"Oh Shepard, you look stunning, just look at yourself in the mirror and really open your eyes. It's like that dress is meant for you and this night. You don't want to disappoint me now do you? We all know you are a strong woman who takes charge and initiative, you owe this to yourself! And plus, YOU LOOK GORGEOUS!"
The corner of her lips turned up and she gave me this smart ass look, and that's when I knew she wasn't lying to me. I took her advice and really looked at myself in the mirror. Opened my eyes…
I saw a lady who wasn't fit to be in that dress, but because Miranda tried so hard to 'glam' me up, I found it within me to give her the satisfaction she oh so wanted. I grinned and let out a soft laugh, while Miranda on the other hand gave me an 'I told you so' look.
"Yea, yea, whatever! I guess you have yet another talent up your sleeve don't you? Ughh, let's get this over with plleeease!"
"Lighten up commander; we have half an hour until we have to be downstairs. That leaves time for me to get ready. Please, Sheppard, don't ruin my efforts of making you look stunning." She gave me a quick wink and was on her way.
I haven't seen him or spoken to him since Horizon. It has been close to a year since the reunion. And all I can think about was how angry and furious he was with me for working with Cerberus. But like Garrus said, he wasn't looking at the big picture. How could he think I was a traitor, does he really think I would betray the Alliance, Betray him? I understand that it had been two years, and he thought I was dead, along with the rest of the galaxy. But those were two years that I had no control over!
-Memories of trying to wake up at Cerberus-
A man with a deep voice was speaking.
"…We'll have to do something about those scars."
English, no Australian accent, and it came from a woman.
"That's not our main issue here."
I began to move slightly, trying to get up, my vision was blurry and every muscle in my body ached of pain I had never felt before, excruciating.
"S – She's waking up hurry get over here and sedate her!"
I slowly slipped back into the nightmares I had just woken up from.
A few minutes had passed and I was exhausted from all the memories rushing back to me. I glanced over at his picture, still propped up where I left it before leaving for the suicide mission. Fondling the picture frame I began to wonder what exactly I was about to put myself through. What will he say? Will he even say anything to me? The real question I need to be asking is what am I going to say to him?
Right at that moment Miranda came in smiling.
"So, what do you think?"
Turning once one way, and then once the other, showing off her short but very flattering dress. I was, speechless. She looked beautiful, stunning even. I always knew she was made to be perfection, but this dress really sold that bit.
"Damn, Miranda, make sure to save me a dance tonight."
"Hah! In your dreams Jacob! Shall we go Shepard?"
"Might as well."