First of all, thank you for reading the first chapter of this story. Second, this story is called "Creep" because it was inspired by the Radiohead song "Creep". I have lots of ideas for more chapters, but I want to make sure people are interested in reading more before I upload the rest, so reviews are greatly appreciated! I don't think Saren/FemShep get the attention they deserve in fan fiction,I hope Im not alone in thinking this!
Enjoy!
The plan was simple. All he had to do was send a few dozen geth to attack a human She began to slowly open her eyes but was jerked awake by what she saw. Metal bars?Where was she? She quickly tried to move but to no avail, her hands were bound to the wall by chains above her head. "Ah, she finally wakes!" She heard a familiar voice echo smoothly in the darkness. Slowly Saren stepped into the dim light in front of her cell.
Her eyes grew wide as she remembered the events before her capture.
The Normandy had received a distress call from a small colony on their way to the Citadel. The call stated that geth had attacked the colony during the night, the colonists had managed to hold the bulk of the geth forces back through the night but didn't expect they could last much longer. As soon as she heard the message Shepard commanded Joker to reroute their course to the colony. The council could wait for their report on Virmire.
The colony was unremarkable, mostly a farming community, Shepard was surprised the colonists had lasted through the night. As soon as her team cleared out the first batch of geth they encountered she got a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Something wasn't right here.
The geth seemed almost undetermined, in every other encounter she had with the geth they were either defending something important or looking for something important. There was nothing of consequence on this planet, why were they attacking? Her team fought through several small hoards that had stationed themselves throughout the colony. "This is easy..."she thought, "to easy." Eventually they followed the small herds of geth to what appeared to be a main base they had established outside the colony. As they slowly approached the base, with the intention of sneaking up on the geth, they were attacked from behind. Shepard strained to remember the battle but it was mostly a blur. She remembered taking cover behind some crates before darting across the battle field in an attempt to assist Garrus with a group of geth that had him pinned down. On her way to assist Garrus she had gotten bombarded by a slew of geth. It was as if their attitude had changed, they were no longer acting as though they had no goal, they were determined again. Garrus was still under heavy fire and she had left her other companion behind the crates when she rushed out to assist him. Neither of them could help her as the geth aggressively pushed her back. She tried to find some cover to shelter her from their fire but to no avail. The geth continued to push her back farther and farther away from her companions. Finally she was able to take shelter behind what appeared to be an old storage unit. As she began to catch her breath she felt a presence behind her. Before she could turn around an intense shock surged through her entire body, her limbs went numb, bright spots appeared in front of her her eyes before her vision finnaly faded entirely to black. She felt her body hit the ground with a thud before being hoisted into the air, and then her mind became a blank.
"I was starting to think that little shock was to much for the great Commander Shepard to take" Saren sneered. Shepard's face quickly turned from confusion to determination "Where is my crew?" she demanded "What have you done with them?"
"I haven't done anything to them" Saren said, seemingly amused "Your the only one I'm interested in."
"Me?" Why her? She thought. Sure she was the commander of the Normandy and a Spectre...but what made her important enough tocapture? Why didn't he just kill her back at the colony or while she was unconscious?
"Yes you." Saren said smoothly "I couldn't care less about your crew...but you...I have special plans for you Shepard."
The very fist moment he saw the holographic image of the human woman, during the council hearing, he could fell something in him stir. It was different than the usual mix of hate and disgust he felt for most humans, it was something more...intense. He couldn't remember the last time he enjoyed anything more than he enjoyed watching her beg the council, in vain, to see the truth. Although he was only looking at a holographic image he relished upon seeing the anger and frustration on her face. Their meeting at Virmire was the first time he had seen her in person, and although the little digital image of her had tickled the back of his brain from time to time, he was ill prepared for meeting her in person. She had a certain kind of presence about her. The kind of presence that made people follow her. The kind of presence that by taking just one look at her would make you second guess your entire life.
She had foiled so many of his plans. "She could be useful..." he eventually thought. But when he told her fighting the reapers was futile and asked her to join him at Virmire she shot him down. She made him question himself. How he hated her.
He hated all humans, but Shepard...she was different. He didn't just hate her, he wantedto hate her. He hated her unwillingness to sacrifice people for her goals. He hated the way she ran around with that young turian C-Sec officer...like she thought their species were equals or something! He hated how she saved the people on Ferros and Peak 15. He hated how she snatched Matriarch Benezia's daughter away from him. He reallyhated that Nihlus had put her name forward for Spectre candidacy.
But most of all he hated how, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make himself hate her.
Saren watched her for some time as she lay propped up against the wall unconscious with her hands bound above her. She had already been stripped of her armor and weapons, she now only wore her underwear, shorts, and a tank top that she had been wearing beneath her armor. She was so small...compared to his kind at least. He wondered if she was beautiful by human standards. He mentally scolded himself for thinking such thoughts, but he couldn't help it, he wanted to know about her. He wanted to know how her skin and hair felt, what her smell was like, how she sounded when she laughed or cried...he wanted to know all these things, and it frustrated him to no end.
He was disgusted at all the things she made him feel.
That was why he had to do this. If he couldn't make himself hate her utterly and completely, he would make her hate him.
