This has been lurking at the back of my mind(and my files) for the longest time. At first, it was only a few sentences, which is why I hadn't posted it at all. Then as I played Mass Effect more and more, got a feel for the game and characters…(Unfortunately, I can't find ME, only ME2 and 3...)

And, well, this was born.

Truthfully, I've always wanted to post some Mass Effect stuff, and after writing stuff for a while now, and getting positive feedback. I thought, why not?

So now you have this.

Don't own Mass Effect, the geniuses at BioWare do. I only play with their toys for a while.

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She barely caught the sob that tried to claw it's way up her throat, the emotional agony tearing at her chest made her stumble. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to stop the tears from falling from her eyes as she hurriedly walked away from the house she used to call home.

Bastards, all of them. Everything was fake, everything she thought was there was nothing but a fantasy illusion. How could she not see what was right in front of her eyes?

"You're nothing but a disappointment!"

"Why can't you be more like your sister?"

"So lazy, so idiotic, useless!"

The words were stuck in her head as she put as much distance between her and them.

No one would miss her, she figured as she stopped, taking her glasses off and wiping at her eyes again. She sniffed, digging in her pocket for the pocket tissues she always had, blowing her nose when she found it before looking around for somewhere to throw it.

She let out a sigh, wiping at her face with her sleeve again as she disposed of the tissue in a trashcan.

She still wanted to cry, still wanted to stop where she was and sink to her knees because of the pain her parents caused but the world wouldn't stop for her, just because she felt like hell. So she pushed herself onward, letting out a frustrated noise when she realized in her haste, that she had forgotten the bag that had all her clothes. The only thing she had was her phone, iPod, Playbook and some money.

She contemplated the road leading towards the house she used to consider home but decided against it. She had a job, still had clothes at her dorm at the University she was going to. A few forgotten pieces of clothing weren't going to make a difference. Nor would it really matter, anyways.

She turned away, absentmindedly cleaning her glasses before placing them back on, heading towards the bus stop.

Water still leaked form her eyes, but at least she wasn't blinded by it this time. Even if she was getting sympathetic, pitying looks from people for her tears.

She was glad her parents didn't live on the reservation anymore. At least then, if they still had, she'd not only be getting looks, everyone around her would be whispering about her behind her back, all because they were all family.

She grumbled to herself, leaning against the glass wall of the bus stop.

Life wasn't all about happy endings, she said to herself. If the people who raised her didn't want her, and neither did her siblings, then she didn't need them. It would have been nice to know they supported her, but she was an Aquarius.

She was smart, she was strong, she had a pretty good job and she was studying both Law and Psychology. She was independent and didn't need constant appraisal to tell her she was awesome.

Okay, maybe that was going a little too far, but she didn't need constant compliments, regardless. Sure, it was nice to get praised, but it wasn't something she expected. People usually called her an egotistical bitch for a reason.

A frightened scream ripped through the air, causing her to look up in alarm.

Her eyes scanned along the road, looking for the source of the frightened shouting and screaming.

Her eyes fell onto a little girl, probably around ten years old, completely oblivious to the screams behind her as she had headphones in her ears, the music probably blasting. The people who were behind her were screaming at her, pleading for her to run but they were frozen in fear as a driver sped towards her, going to fast to stop in time.

Her heart clenched in fear when she realized what would happen if no one did anything, and before she knew it, she was running towards that little girl, praying to whatever God there was that she would be able to save the poor thing.

She took no notice of anything around her, focusing everything she had on getting to the little girl with everything she had.

She could say everything was just like the movies, where it seemed like things were going in slow motion and every sound was dull and drawn out as she rushed towards the girl, as if she was going in slow motion. The screech of the tires coming too late resounded in her ears as she realized what was going to happen.

Right now, if she wanted to live, she'd have to stop running and be forced to watch the little girl die. If she continued running, she would die because there was no time to save them both, even if she tried.

It was a split second decision, really, but she already knew the choice she was going to make as she reached out for that little girl, pushing her out of the way and watching the surprise and horror enter the young girls eyes when she looked back, when she realized what could have happened and what was going to happen right before her young eyes.

She was probably considered young herself, especially to the older people who were still frozen in horror. But the one in safety now was only a child.

Sure she was only twenty-three years old, maybe it was considered not being alive long enough to some people…

At least at the cost of her own life, this little girl would live her own life and not have it cut short. She comforted herself with that thought as she felt the car crashed into her, let out a screech of pain as she felt bones break or felt as her skin was ripped open and felt the warm blood as it spilled from her wounds.

Right now, as she felt rippling pain flow throughout her whole body, heard the dull shouts of people and felt the vibrations of feet running, stomping, doing something as people panicked, she just wished that she had been knocked out upon impact, instead of having to feel all this pain.

The last thing she saw or heard before everything went black was the face of that little girl, the worry and terror on her face as she screamed, which sounded really far away, if she thought about it. She felt small hands clench at her own hand, moving to her shoulder shakily as words blurred and all sensation left.

She survived. Was her last thought before falling into the darkness and letting everything go.

She survived…

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Pain shot up from her hand, making her jerk and let out a strangled scream.

She was surprised when she realized she had rolled away from whatever it was, no pain radiating from her person other then the one in her hand from being stepped on. She felt her ribs, where she was sure there was at least one broken rib, if not several. When she left nothing, she slowly tested her legs, ignoring the weird noise coming from somewhere when she realized she didn't have anything broken.

Her face felt weird though, which made her raise a hand.

Her bottom lip felt swollen, maybe even split; a bruise was already formed on her cheek, if the bump was anything to go by and when she touched her forehead, she winced when her hand came back with specks of dried blood.

She screamed when something grabbed her, jerking back to try get away but not going far because of the person's grip.

Her eyes went up to the length of his-or whatever's-arm, shock, amazement, horror and awe flashing through her as her eyes travelled from his arm and up, finally looking into his face.

His features were undeniable, even if she was technically blind right now, only able to see blurrs, she'd recognize him anywhere…

Garrus Vakarian.

He was talking gibberish right now, in his own language, she guessed.

Translators.

Right, she'd need it in order to understand anyone here. She cautiously tried to pull her arm out of his grip, only to give up and just stare at him when he wouldn't let go. Why didn't he understand that she couldn't understand him? She thought, looking away from him and around them.

Dark, dirty and loud was all she was able to see. And that could only mean one thing, she realized.

Omega.

She looked back at him when his talking-or was it considered chirping, since he was an Avian type species?- didn't stop in the slightest and waved her free arm to try and make him stop talking.

"I can't understand you." she stated blankly, her free arm reaching up and pushing aside her hair to reveal her ear to him, where the translator would normally be.

She hurriedly let her shoulder length hair fall back into place, knowing that in turian culture, baring the neck was usually an invitation for him to mark her as his mate, if he so desired. Which was something you'd think wouldn't be, since turians were avian…

She shook her head, pulling her arm close to her chest when he released it.

It didn't hurt, it was more out of reflex then anything, really. But even if she thought she knew Garrus…as far as she knew so far, this was real right now, and trusting someone right off the bat was usually what got people killed, no matter who they were.

That was why she didn't immediately follow after him when he gestured her to.

Which was silly, if you truly stopped to think about it for a minute. Garrus believed in justice, after all, so it shouldn't have made her feel so unsafe. Then again, this was Omega. So her caution was understandable.

It also made her wonder where she was, and what had happened so far. Since Garrus was on Omega though, she was guessing that he was now Archangel, and since he wasn't holed up in his base, he was still with his team…which meant that Shepard was still in a type of deep sleep while Cerberus rebuilt her or him…

What the hell was she doing in Mass Effect, and why wasn't she critically wounded, was a better question, actually. She almost rubbed her forehead, stopping when Garrus had something before realizing it was Medi-Gel.

It wasn't bad, really, considering what she went through what only felt like a few seconds ago.

The question still stood though; why was she here in the first place and for what reason?

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I'm actually really curious about this one. Seriously curious, because there is absolutely no dialogue at all, only narrating, which-as all my readers would know-is a bit strange for me, because I always start out this way, but add dialogue in there.

And the fact that I actually took the time to describe things, that's a change too, right?

I have other ME stories brewing, by the way. A lot. Just want to see how this goes, and if it's as popular as my other stories, I may post others.

Blasphemy! I know, I already have stories that are unfinished, but I'm pretty much borderline ADD, if not totally ADD.

Review, please?