AN: This was a little something I cooked up during the short moment of time that I wasn't busy. Enjoy...
Captain's Cabin, SSV Normandy
The Citadel
July 2, 2183
The pounding on his head was relentless, and for a moment Lieutenant Commander John Shepard wondered if some enraged Krogan was using his head as a punching bag. Then he realized the stupidity of the fact- he'd be dead if that was the case.
He fumbled around with his right hand for a moment, and came to the correct conclusion that he was in his bed. Alone…right?
Then he realized that his left hand was immobile. A soft moan from his left immediately caused his body- and brain- to freeze.
Oh god…please don't tell me that…
He opened his eyes, praying to Jesus, Allah and Buddha, along with whatever deity he knew of, that he didn't actually-
"Well, well, well, skipper…" drawled a very, very familiar voice.
Oh, shit. Shepard's mind went into overdrive, trying to deny the sight that was in front of him. Not that it wasn't aesthetically pleasing to look at, but crap like this wasn't ever supposed to happen! At least, not with someone under his command!
"Ash?" the Commander could only manage to squeak. His brain was rifling through what could have happened the night before. The fact that the Gunnery Chief was stark naked didn't help his mind…or his urges.
Just when Shepard thought that it couldn't get worse (or better?), another hand placed itself on his right shoulder.
A turn of his head caused him to stutter. "L-Liara?"
Like Ash, the Asari archaeologist/doctor/commando-in-disguise (Shepard hadn't bought the crap that she wasn't someone who trained in the military, considering her considerable combat skills) was also stark naked.
Both had massive grins on their faces. It was utterly unnerving to him, and he was the man who had faced down and defeatedan entire pirate invasion.
"Would one of you fill me in on what happened last night?" he said as he alternated from the human to the asari.
To his great surprise (and dread), another new voice spoke up, this one from the front. A disheveled-looking Doctor Chloe Michel managed to giggle as she pulled herself onto the bed, with little to nothing on her.
"It would be easier to say what didn't happen last night, Commander…"
Lightheadedness began to overtake him as Shepard muttered 'this isn't real' repeatedly.
"I think we broke him," observed the Asari doctor as the other two human women watched on.
Two more groans from the floor interrupted whatever else was going to be said. An even more disheveled Garrus Vakarian got up…with a Hanar.
"This one believes that the Commander will be fine. This one is more concerned of the Turian's ability to walk straight for the next week," the Hanar informed the rest as 'he' got up.
Shepard fainted at that point, his brain overloaded by horror and shock.
"Oh, we definitely broke him," a flanged voice interjected with a deadpan tone. "Now, what the hell is Blasto doing here?"
AN Number Two: Yes, yes, I THE RECLAIMER EFFECT/RISE OF THE TERRAN EMPIRE GODDAMMIT! Okay, okay, I get it! For those who wanted an update for the other two 'main' fics I have going, I'm truly sorry for not doing so.
Rest assured, they aren't abandoned, and I will try to update them...soon. Very soon. I hope. Fingers crossed, yeah?