Disclaimer: Characters and everything else you recognize eg places, objects, lore etc belongs to Bioware. The rest is just my imagination running wild with me. ;)

AN: The idea for this piece popped up when I was watching something on the telly. I always felt there was way too little Traynor love in ME3, in my opinion my Shepard should at least have said: "I love you" back to her or gotten a final good bye. Simply put, I think she was given too little space in the game. That could be because, well, how can you get enough of Traynor anyway? I've also always wanted to write a Shep/Traynor piece.

This story is set after ME3. The Reapers are gone, some of the relays have been rebuilt namely the one to the Citadel, but there is still much to be repaired. The galaxy seems to be at peace, but dark forces are once again at work. With Shepard suffering the side effects of having been resurrected too early and exposed to the Reaper base, will the galaxy stand a chance? Ok, here goes!

Enjoy and if you do please leave a review.

~Elmjuniper

If you're reading this, it means the thing we feared the most has happened. We've fought so hard for you to pull through, for you to hang on until we could find a cure. Reading this means we failed. I'm writing this because I need you to remember. Our life, your life and the task ahead of us. You must do everything in your power to remember. Remember who you are.

PROLOGUE

"SARAH?" THE WOMAN BEHIND HER spoke carefully. She turned around from the window and the view she was studying to observe whoever had spoken to her. The woman wore a white top, the short sleeves rolled up and a pair of loose-fitting jeans. Her hair was jet black and her brown eyes looked gentle and kind.

"Yes?"

"How are you feeling today?" The woman asked stepping in to the room.

A frown grew on her face as she tried to remember if she had seen the woman before. What was the last thing she remembered? Nothing. She swallowed. Nothing besides waking up in this room, in that bed, in these clothes.

"I'm sorry, can I ask you something?"

"Anything," the woman replied, smiling.

"Sarah... is that... my name?" The woman's eyes widened in what looked like shock, maybe horror. She couldn't really tell.

"What did you say?" The woman blinked, her eyes dampening with each flutter.

"You called me Sarah. Is that my name?"

"Oh my God... no..."

"No? Do you know what it is?"

"No, this can't be happening..." The woman whispered, her eyes overflowing with tears.

"I-I'm sorry, did I say something wrong? Is there something wrong with you?" She stammered at loss. Why was this woman crying in her room? "Should I get help? I know I'm at a hospital because well, I'm wearing this," she said stretching her arms out demonstratively showing off her hospital robe. The woman hid her face in her hands before she looked up at her. Wiping her eyes she reached into the top drawer next to the bed.

"This is for you, Sarah Shepard," she said holding out a dossier. "When you've read it, come find me."

"Wait!" She called out after the retreating woman. "Wait a minute! Who are you?"

The woman stopped, shoulders slouching as she turned around, smiling sadly.

"I'm Samantha. Samantha Traynor."

TO BE CONTINUED...