Hi readers!
I'm new to FF and this is my first story!
I love Mass Effect, especially Liara!, and this is the locker scene, where Shep and Liara almost kiss in Mass Effect One!
From FemShep's Point Of View.
Please comment, I'd love to hear what you think!
-WallFlower4124
The hum of the Normandy's engine echoed in my head, along with the hateful thoughts about the Council.
Why didn't they believe me? It's like they don't want to know, like they don't even want to care. Selfish bastards.
As my rage built up, my fingers slipped on the lockers that I was unlocking. As I swore, I heard footsteps behind me. Looking to my left, I saw here, standing there, her blue, blue eyes concerned.
As always, I relaxed in her presence, sliding down to the ground and leaning against the lockers.
"Commander. Shepard." Shepard? But before I could interrupt, she spoke again. "I can not believe they did this to you. I am so sorry."
"It's not your fault." Obviously.
"It's not right. You did everything they asked and more. Nobody else could have done what you did. The Council owes you everything. Everything. Instead they strip you of your command and ground the Normandy!" I looked deeper into her blue Asari eyes, which were alight with a fire I'd not witnessed before.
"I don't care if they ground me, but they refuse to go after Saren. If they don't stop him from finding the Conduit, we're all dead."
"Perhaps we could appeal and get them to reverse their decision…" I almost smile, trust Liara to look to the positive.
"I pushed them as hard as I could. They wouldn't budge."
She looked at me, like she couldn't understand what I was saying. When she spoke, it was with a hint of venom that reminded me of an unindoctrinated Benezia.
"So you're going to just walk away? Just give up and doom the entire galaxy to extinction?"
She thinks I'm giving up?
"We're out of the game for now, but I'll find a way back in." I promise.
Her look softened, her voice reassured.
"I believe in you, Shepard. I am with you every step of the way."
My heart turned warm. She believed in me. And for a moment I felt like I didn't care about the Council, I wasn't angry anymore. All I cared about was her. She offered her hand. I love her hands. Capable and strong. But not fighting hands. Built for labs and precise movements. As I took it I felt her cool, soft skin I was reminded that she gave up so much for this mission. For me- No. Not for me. She cares about Saren. Saren. I try to remind myself as she pulls me off the ground.
Saren.
But my hand is still in hers.
Saren…
My other hand is on her shoulder. Our eyes so close, our lips even closer.
Saren…
My heart pounded as we both leaned in, perfectly, closing our eyes as our lips brushed each others…
"Sorry to interrupt, Commander. Got a message from Captain Anderson."
Liara drew back, shocked and my annoyance flared it his… impeccable timing.
"Are you spying on us, Joker?"
There was a brief moment of static over the radio system.
"No, ma'am. Just knew you were on the ship and figured I'd pass the message on. The Captain said to meet him at Flux, that club down in the Wards."
The communication was cut and I turned into Liara's eyes again, but she squeezed my hand.
"You should probably go meet with him." Then she walked away.
As I got ready to go back onto the Citadel, I thought of all the things I would say to Joker, next time I saw him.