A/N: This is an alternate story based on my previous works Just Right and Once Again. While some of the events may be similar in some places, it is a whole other story. This Shepard is more of "my" Shepard while the other is "everyone's" Shepard. Also, I would like to make Garrus a bit more robust than the other. I do hope you enjoy it and please R&R's are very much appreciated. This is also done without a beta, so please excuse any grammar issues. I do plan to go back every now and then and give the chapters a look over to fix any errors I find.

The title comes from a song titled "Angels Eyes" By Mario Lopez: .com/watch?v=VeGsayRy6eY

About my Shepard:

Full name: Lexa Luo Shepard

Spacer/Sole survivor Class: infiltrator, she is also a hand-to-hand specialist (jujitsu)

Hair: dark reddish brown that is sometimes mistaken to be black (normally in a ponytail) at longest length it is to the middle of her back.

Eyes: Emerald green

Other info: Her favorite color is red. Favorite type of music is dance. Loves: reading and drawing. Her father was a special ops trainer and her grandmother was Asian and taught her ancient calligraphy art. Although she grew up in a military home setting she still likes to be fashionable when she can. Her very close friends and family call her "Lexi". The one food weakness she has is cheesecake. (Check back for any other things that may be added in the future as I too discover them)

Update 3/30/12: ch 1- Fixed a few grammar errors I found and some minor wording issues that didn't sit right with me. Also broke up the paragraphs to flow better while reading.

Update 4/11/12: Condensed old ch 1 and 2 together and added some more filler and grammar issues. Also completely new ch 2.

Update 4/20/12: Ch 1-5 revamped and fixed up.

Angels Eyes

Chapter 1

Omega reeked with a foul stench that seemed to never go away. The streets smelled and the people smelled worse. Garrus Vakarian wriggled his nose at the constant stink. No matter how much one could bathe it was like the smell followed him everywhere. He was tired of it; hell he was tired of everything. Tired of running, tired of shooting. Nothing seemed right anymore. Two years of the same stench that reminded him of failure. There was nothing worse than that. He had failed them all. His friends, his family, his gang, and most of all, he failed Shepard. He was not there for here when he should have to pull her back from the brink of death.

Nothing mattered anymore. Death was the only redemption he had now. He looked back over the window and lined up another shot. The bullet flew from his weapon and he never felt it leave the barrel. It was as empty as his soul. He let another bullet fly. Scanning the field for another target a unique shade of red armor filled his scope. A color her knew no one else ever wore. It was definitely not any type of merc or hired gun he knew. The scope zoomed out and he nearly lost hold of his gun and a bullet whizzed past his helmet.

Shit. He looked again before he ducked back into cover. There was no mistake. Garrus felt his heart pump loudly in his suit and he fought to keep control. He loaded a concussive round and aimed at the target again. He had to be absolutely sure. The trigger felt heavy against his finger and he pulled with all his might. His target pulled to the right at the last second causing his shot to only graze the shields; the face in his scope glared up at him almost accusingly. There was no mistake, he ducked back down as his blood pressure went through the roof.

Those clear green, accusing eyes bore into his vision. Why weren't you there? Did she know it was him? He never knew anyone else pull like that expect one person: Commander Lexa Shepard. After all those years he still did not understand why a soldier who always fired with her right hand pulled the opposite direction. It was her weaker side and he had even called her on it a few times. He closed his eyes and tried to remember her exactly like she had been two years ago.

Shepard leaned up against the Mako and crossed her arms as she looked down at him while he fixed a broken component. Her dark brown hair looked strangely black in the low lighting of the cargo hold and was teased up into a strong ponytail. The off duty Alliance uniform looked strange on her and she tugged at it as if it bothered her.

"Any more calibrations on this thing and you are going to turn it into a Frankenstein."

Garrus did not know what a "Frankenstein" was nor did he really care. "If you would quit bringing it back half broken I wouldn't have to fix it all the time."

She gave him that half smile she did when she liked teasing someone. "Awe, then you wouldn't have anything to do once we were back on the Normandy."

He laughed. "Just let me drive it next time."

She pulled on the ends of her hair and a sparkle twinkled in the corner as she narrowed her eyes at him. "You're on. But if you break it, you have to clean the entire cargo bay with a toothbrush."

"Hah, and if I don't?"

"I will put the whole Mako back together for you."

Garrus laughed. "Only if I supervise. Don't need you breaking it without even driving it."

She smiled fully at him in the low light. "You got it."

"Then it's agreed."

The same dark brown hair that shown specks of red, rosy lips, and bright green eyes that were an envy of all races stared back at him through his scope. Garrus breathed in deeply and shot at the merc standing behind her. Shepard picked up her weapon and fired into the backs of the folder troops that had managed to get past his defense as he was distracted by her sudden appearance. Why weren't you there?

He was so excited to see her it was hard to concentrate. The sudden need to be gone from Omega and the merc hunting overwhelmed him. Shepard's surprise reaction told him she did not know it was him at first, but she was genuinely happy to see him. Garrus was so distracted he did not hear the gunship fly in quickly.

"Look out!"

He turned a little too late and he saw the bullets fly towards him. Shearing pain erupted down his face and neck. He tried to scream. He tried to move out of the line of fire. The world turned sideways and the distant sounds of shouting and gunfire floated above him. Garrus wanted to speak. He wanted to tell her something but could not remember what it was.

Then there was silence. Dead silence and he opened his eyes to be sure. He gasped as his lungs filled with dark blue liquid.

"Garrus!" Her voice was too distant. "Hang in there!"

Short staggered breaths escaped his mouth. It was hard to breathe. You are here. The thought soothed him and he let go slightly and curled his figures together wishing it were her hand. I knew you weren't dead. He never let his eyes off her until the black rim of unconsciousness took over.

Lexa Shepard knew the dangers of being a soldier. She knew that running around trying to save the galaxy could someday come back and bite her. Of course it had to be with her being spaced of all things. She snorted at that thought as she double-checked to make sure there was nobody in the mess hall and that the dear doctor was indeed asleep. Good thing about knowing the habits of your fellow crewmates was that they generally did not waver from them too often. After she was sure there was nobody in sight, she made a mad dash for the kitchen and was on her knees and opening the bottom cabinet without a second to spare. Things did not seem to matter as much now that she was back on her feet. Even though she did not care for Cerberus she had to hand it to them for being able to bring her back making her feelings quite irrelevant.

What did matter was that Garrus was finally on board the Normandy and having a familiar face around was very comforting. It helped tremendously that she had someone there whom she trusted more than most people she had known all her life. Not only that but the Normandy just did not seem the same without him. Seeing him on Omega for the first time since she had ordered everyone into escape pods created an overwhelming urge to drop her well placed Commander persona and hugged him right then and there. However, that might have gotten some uncomfortable gazes from more than one person.

She wiggled her body slowly as she crawled on all fours and peered inside the cupboard. Besides, it was not like he was going anywhere else. It was heart wrenching to see the gunship tear into Garrus and her heart felt like it was going to bleed out for him in those fleeting moments of uncertainty. The following hours were excruciating while Dr. Chakwas patched him up the best she could. Scars did not bother Shepard any; she herself had earned a few before she had been reconstructed.

Unconsciously she scratched the length of her left arm where she once sported a long, but pale scar that she had received while on Akuze. Now all that was there was smooth skin with a few breaks where her cells had not completely healed up from her reconstruction, but they would eventually disappear. Just like her old scar. Up until the reconstruction had eliminated the scar she had tried not to draw attention to it. Scars told stories. They held the memories that made you who were today. Sometimes you wanted to forget about them but to deny what they meant was something nobody should do. Scars will heal and so will the people who carry them.

Shepard sighed; She knew that Garrus would eventually heal and even if his face would never look the same, people like her will still care about him just the same. She was also quite sure that the Illusive Man knew all along who Archangel was but did not want to tell her in fear of letting her know that he knew things he probably should not. Shepard did wonder if she had known that Archangel was Garrus if she would have gotten to him any faster and be able to prevent the horrible incident. Regardless of how much she distrusted the Illusive Man already she had come to the realization that she needed his resources. Those eyes gave her the shivers though. There was something just not right about them.

Shaking her head, Shepard set her focus back to her previous task: attempting to hide a box of chocolates from the chef. There was a little secret she wanted to keep hidden until the right time. Until then, the very back of the bottom shelf in the kitchen seemed like the best spot. With a new sneaky AI that could pop up practically anywhere this seemed like the most logical choice. If EDI or anyone else saw her digging around here they would just think she was looking for a little snack. Better than someone seeing me carrying it around or from my room to somewhere else. She huffed as she tried to squeeze further inside the bottom cupboard to make sure it would not be discovered.

"Drop something?" A deep voice vibrated over her and into the cupboard.

Garrus was not completely sure whether to count himself lucky or not. The pain meds where finally wearing off enough to where he was able to move his mandible slightly without it feeling like it was going to tear off his face without a moments notice. Spirits I hate bandages. Garrus scratched at the offensive plate holding together his face. At least it is better than having a gunship rip it off for you. A small voice in the back of his mind whispered. He snorted to himself, Yeah, a little late for that.

At least now he did not have to worry about running from place to place hoping to remain undetected as he tried to bring down some of the scummiest merc groups in the galaxy. Now he could do something that really mattered. Something that was truly meaningful. And you get to gala band across the galaxy with your best friend again. Heh, just like old times indeed. Garrus scratched at the bandage again. The damn thing was making it very hard to concentrate on the screen that held a very complicated calibration for a new spec of firing algorithms. Finally he gave up on it and saved the program. Not like it won't be there in the morning.

The door to the main battery hissed open for him as he stretched his neck. There was a bit of a perk to having a ship that actually had crew quarters now. No more sleeping in military style sleep pods. There was something to be said about humans and their quest to have luxury even on a ship outfitted for battle. Halfway down the hall he heard a small clanking noise from the kitchen. It's probably just Gardner cleaning up the dishes for the night. He blinked as he noticed that the mess hall lights where a bit dimmer than normal dining hours and the lack of any other noise. Huh, it must be even later than I thought. Someone getting a late night snack then. Garrus peered over the counter to see a lithe body in very light clothing half way inside the bottom cabinet.

"Drop something?" he asked a bit concerned.

The girl yelped and jumped while still inside the cabinet. Garrus winced to himself sympathetically. He watched as she crawled out of cupboard rubbing her dark hair.

"Shepard! Oh sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He rounded the corner in concern for his commander.

"Oh it's ok, Garrus." She was making hissing noises and rubbing her head vigorously. "It is kind of my fault."

Garrus knelt down to her level slowly. "What are you doing down there anyways. And what are you wearing?"

He had ever seen his commander this way before. Her long dark reddish brown hair looked almost black in the dimmed lighting was out of its normal high ponytail and was flowing gracefully over her shoulders. She was in a white shirt that looked a little too big for her and was possibly see-through if not for the faded green robe she wore over it. She also had on the shortest pair of pants he had ever seen a human wear. He would have guessed she was not wearing any if he could not clearly see the light blue hem just bellow her shirt.

It was not the most flattering thing he had seen her wear but it was probably the most revealing. Shepard tugged on her robe to cover her shirt more but not before he got a small glimpse of what looked like red cloth beneath it. His mandibles flared awkwardly. Y-yeah, defiantly see-through… He tried to avert his eyes respectfully as he saw herface curiously turned a bit pink as she looked off to the side as she brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes.

"Uh, just… looking for something to eat."

The tone in her voice made Garrus focused on her again and cocked his head to the side. He if did not know the commander as well as he did he would have taken her bluff. The little voice in the back of his mind snickered as he thought of how he was going to get her to fess up this time.

"Oh? Did you find anything worth sharing?" He asked teasingly knowing very well she knew anything she did happen to find would not be suitable for him.

"Well… I…" The pink on Shepard's face grew darker as she reached up with one hand and scratched next to her nose to try and keep his attention from trying to obviously hide a small box behind her back. Oh this has got to be something good. Garrus did not get to tease Shepard often and was taking full advantage of it, even if she was acting a little unlike herself.

He let out a deeply exaggerated sigh. "Oh well, I guess I can wait until Chef is up in the morning before I scrounge for food." Rolling on his feet he started to position his weight to be able to stand up without staggering forward onto his face. "Not like it will hurt to skip one meal."

Before he could move another inch Shepard was shoving the box from behind her back into his hands. "Here." She was trying to avoid looking into his eyes at this point. "I was going to save it for later. I know how hard it is to find decent dextro food while being out in space all the time." Garrus glanced down and took the box from Shepard's long graceful fingers. She stood up and dusted the front of her clothing off before she would look at him again. "I guess the cat is out of the bag now anyways. Goodnight Garrus. You should get some sleep too. It is going to be a busy day tomorrow."

He watched as Shepard slid past him and all but ran toward the elevator. She was gone a good five minutes before he realized he had not even really looked at what she handed him. Damn, how did she know I had a thing for sweets? Studying the box of dextro-chocolates revealed it was stamped with a "Best of Cipritine" seal causing Garrus to almost loose grip of the box. Spirits! This must have set her back quite a bit. Hugging the box he looked around for a good spot to place it. He glanced back down at the cupboard Shepard had been attempting to conceal it in. It would have been perfect if he were not too big and bulky to fit through the little doors. Guess you messed up that plan huh? The voice snickered at him. He sighed and walked back toward the main battery. It was as safe as any place. And nobody will ask what I am doing with a box of chocolate. It was a little late but… just one piece won't hurt. Besides, it is going to hours before Gardner is up and cooking.

To be honest, Shepard was actually glad to tell Garrus to stay behind while they went through a quarantined area not suitable for Turians. Not only did it give Garrus some more time to heal and get off the pain meds, but also it gave her some time to think while she was not near him. Miranda and Jacob were not really that chatty and she did not know them yet. At the moment she was not sure she wanted to either. So the silence was welcoming.

Garrus was pretty much like a best friend to her. He was always there, always listened to her, and never forgot to let her take the first shot. Not that the last one was important to her or anything, but the sentiment was there enough to make him a trustworthy person to her. She grinned at herself as she remembered how he even made sure to stand in a certain spot next to the Mako so she could not see where Ashley used to stand to do her work on the Normandy after she had died. "So Shepard, we sure did show those Krogan mutants how it is really done didn't we." "Yes we did Garrus. Yes we did." Wrex had laughed sarcastically in the background and pounded his fist at them. "Only when I rip Saren's head from his neck will we truly show them how it's done."

Shepard inwardly sighed to herself. She could not help but think those things only seemed like a few weeks ago to her where the rest of the galaxy saw two years. Does dieing really change you? She started to wonder. Or did they change me… There was a nagging question on what exactly Cerberus did to her. Sure she felt like Shepard. But at the same time, the implants enhanced… well pretty much everything. Her tech was more efficient, her endurance was higher, and her muscles more flexible. The sudden urge to be out of her god-forsaken armor and stretch was as bad as an itch on the bottom of your foot while inside an armored boot.

Speaking of which, it had been bugging her all night and day about how she had acted the previous night when Garrus had caught her with the box of chocolate she was saving to give him later. She was going to use it as a "welcome back" gift and spend some time catching up on the "old times" they had. But he had snuck up on her and went and spoiled the whole surprise. I knew I should have checked to see if he was still in the battery first. And then there was the embarrassment of getting caught. She had never been so nervous around anyone before. Particularly him. The fact that she was in her pajamas did not help either. Garrus had just sat there looking at her like she had grown an extra limb or something. It did not help that the last time she was wearing anything as revealing was when Kaidan came to her room that one time night before Ilos.

Shepard's face grew hot at the thought of Garrus seeing her that way. At least the robe covered up most of me… well sorta. Maybe it was because of him catching her in such a state that made it hard to talk to him. Y-yeah. That is probably why. She shook her head and tried to bring herself back to the mission at hand. She had definitely mussed well over what her daily limit should be on one thing. They needed this Salarian doctor's help against the Collectors and it was not the time to be mussing over anything. Shepard's pace quickened as the clinic doors came into view. She was done with the place. It just felt all wrong and diseased. Well duh. Of course it is! She could not wait to get back onto the Normandy and clean herself off of the filth that she left that started to cling to her skin. The sooner we get Dr. Mordin out of here the better I will feel.

Garrus did not particularly liked waiting. Especially when he had to sit out a mission. It was not like there was really anyone to talk too and he was the only non-human onboard. I know Shepard; even though Cerberus is notorious for being anti-alien she will bring as many diversities as she can into this. However, missions kept his mind off of things. Ugly things, like watching Shepard die. He took a sip of his drink as he clicked the data pad out of pure habit. He was not even really reading… well, whatever it was he was reading. To be honest, he had not really thought about Shepard's death at all. Even when he decided to follow in her footsteps and try and make the galaxy a better place, or did he? Did he do it just to keep from thinking about her? And why was he even thinking about it that way to begin with?

Garrus took another automated sip and clicked the pad again. What was he trying to cover up by not even coming to terms with her death? Perhaps you knew all along that nothing could stop a woman of that magnitude from running the galaxy amuck. He snorted to himself at that thought. Or maybe you were just in denial that you did not want her to be dead so you covered it up with something else. He focused hard on one spot on his data pad, as he tried not to growl at the voice in his head. A little cough caught his attention and he looked through the clear blue of his pad to see a young girl smiling at him. What was her name? Oh yeah, Kelly Chambers, the new Yeoman and ship counselor. Garrus attempted to ignore her presence and tapped the pad again.

After a few minutes of silence he finally decided that she was not going to leave him alone so he put on his "game face", as humans put it, and asked politely. "Yes? Is there something you need?"

Kelly smiled again and inched closer over the table. "You have known the commander a long time right?" Yeah, and when you are trying to find a way to stop thinking about her dieing you kind of don't want be asked questions.

"Yes, we took down Sovereign together." Garrus tapped the pad again without really seeing it.

"That was over two years ago."

"And?"

Kelly paused for a moment. "Well, technically you weren't in contact for two years…" It was like she was trying to lead up to something that did not quite make sense.

"I can't really blame that one on her now can I?" He tapped the pad a little more viciously than he intended to and it gave out a long "error" beep at him.

"What are you reading?" The questions did not seem to stop or have any point.

"Nothing you would be interested in."

"You have been reading the same page for the past ten minutes. It must be interesting." Another long beep strained into the air. It was becoming increasingly difficult not to smash it on the table and tell her off.

"Some calibration algorithms take a very long time to read correctly." It was the only thing he could really think of at the moment that would sound probable.

"Ah yes." There was a much longer pause than before. "You are cute." It took a lot of restraint for Garrus to just simply look over the pad at her and study her as the eye piece to his visor twisted around and into focus. "Err… what I mean is you two… you… Shepard. Cute…" He continued to just stare at her across the table, as the next pause seemed to draw through time and space itself. Finally she sighed deeply and stood up. "I guess what I wanted to say was some calibrations are even difficult for you to see as well. Perhaps staring at them isn't always the answer. Sometimes just doing something about it is better than waiting for it to fix itself." With that she turned and walked back toward the elevator and out of sight.

Now what in the hell was that about? Garrus blinked as he finally noticed that his cup had long since dried up and the data pad he had been "reading" was not on weapon schematics at all. He set it down on the table and started to wonder how long Yeoman Kelly had been watching him and if she was able to actually read the extranet page on where to get imported Turian chocolate. I don't remember clicking on that page… Maybe his self-conscious was thinking about Shepard a little too much.

Maybe she is right. Maybe you just didn't want to mourn Shepard and now that she is back there is no way to come to terms with those feelings. This time he really did growl. Shut up. It just means I was right and that I didn't have to "come to terms" with her death. I… He was not quite sure what he thought. What? You didn't think about it really did you? Now it just means you have no way to mourn her. That was a good thing right? I don't know, is it? Garrus was suddenly not quite sure about himself. He was not quite sure why he did not want to mourn her the past two years. Hell, everyone else sure did. Especially Kaidan. Shit, I even mourned Ashley with her… At that moment he knew there was something about Shepard that he could not let go of. He shrugged to himself and returned his pad to the page that actually had the Normandy weapon schematics on it. I guess that is what best friends are for.

A/N: BTW, the voice in Garrus's head is him talking to himself. We all do it, I just don't want anyone jumping to any weird conclusions.