Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, or any of its characters, though I wish I could. They belong to Bioware and EA. Any other characters are mine unless stated otherwise. All songs and quotes are credited to their respected owners. I make no money with this Fanfiction. It's just my imagination gone crazy.

Note/Warning: This is my second Fanfiction so I am sorry it is not up to par. I decided that I wanted to do my Amiee Shepard, altered to the way I would like guns, knives and biotics included and a hopeful IC Thane. Please bare with my grammatical errors. I will try and clean them up as best and as quickly as I find them, but if you see some I do not, please let me know? Thanks.

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Going down a security check point, band of misfits behind pushing and shoving from the tight confined space was not how Amiee wish to have spent her day. Being Commander Amiee Shepard should have had it's perks, but sadly that was never the case when on the Citadel. Amiee was always calm, sensible and understanding. Her stotic persona almost matching that of one feared assassin, but the longer she stayed here, the faster her nerves where starting to snap. Somehow she ended up between Mr. Garrus Vakarian, and Mr. Urnot Grunt, both where starting to gar her petite frame. Rough and sharp edges where poking under her arms, waist and the back of her neck. Actually, it felt like they where poking her everywhere.

"Garrus, though I appreciate your attempt to send me to an early grave, the next time you raise your elbow in my face and hit my chest plate, I'm going to put your head through that bullet proof glass to our left. And Grunt, my dear son, the next time you assault my head with your heavy bulk of a chin, I'm going to send Kelly to your humble abode..."

Velvet soft and sweet feminine voice spoke in a menacing low tone, one not heard unless meant. The very treats coming from pliable pink velvet lips where empty, but they didn't need to know that. Each one shivered at the though of their fate and both now stood rigid. The scooting of they tall and bulky bodies going further up and back allowing her to breath. Amiee by far was beautiful for a woman. Hell, she could give Miranda a run for her money if Amiee began to care about her appearance for a second. Her hair was midnight black, length coming down to the middle of her back, tied with a hair tie and left somewhat lose. She hated the bun, and since she was no longer apart of the alliance and just a specter it really didn't matter. Her eyes where oval shaped like a cats, light gray almost white, freckled hints of sky bright blue in odd places. Eyelashes long and full, fluttering every so often because of her cybernetics, black liner and shadow adorned and the only make-up she'd wear of her own free will. Lips full and pink hiding a dazzling smile of straight white teeth. He frame was thin but curvy, stomach toned with a light six pack, hips a bit wide but sensual, legs curvy but long, feet small, size five in woman's. Her breast where full D cups, but with full body armor, one could never tell such things.

Amiee never was very feminine no matter how much attention she'd receive from women and men, all species, alike. Instead of wearing skin tight cat like suits like Ms. Miranda Lawson, or hardly anything like Ms. Jack she wore sweats, tank-tops and shorts, sometimes short shorts. Her bras where sometimes lacy, but minimal, her scents where sweet but kept hidden unless you had the balls to get close enough. Her ass was apple shaped and plump ready to be grabbed and squeezed, but whoever attempted it without her permission ended up dead. People had fantasies, but half weren't stupid. Either way, Amiee was content with guns and knives. Give her that and she was as happy as can be, weird right? Hearing a screeching roar brought her out of her musing, her head sharply turning to see what was happening.

Since they arrived, and got in line nothing good has come out of it. Alarms would blare from criminal rap sheets, some from illegally modified weapons and some even just to bug the shit out of her, laughing at her cause she really had no power here. Seeing what that roar was coming from was not hard to notice. Some poor C-Sec rookie was standing right in front of Jack, arm stretched out and trying to work his Omni-tool. The woman towering over him a complete head taller, her aggravation clearly visible, teeth bared, red lips snarled, chest out and heaving and eyes heavy with murder. Poor boy. Apparently he was trying to tell her that it wasn't a choice, she had to get scanned, his voice stuttering and hitching noticeably. Looking back and forth to the line, she saw Garrus was next up, then she'd finally have to do the damn shopping that she hated every so often since they started this journey. Her mind started to race. She could, 1. Go save the poor kid before he was a red stain on the metal walls adorning the security check point, or 2. Ignore it and be on her marry little way.

Damn paragon status. Sighing reluctantly she slid to the right of the line and out, her small frame allowing the move although tight. Ignoring Grunt telling her to let the little weakling dig his own grave, she couldn't. She was the Commander of this band of misfits. If one did something bad under her watch, she'd have to take the blows. She was loyal to them as they where to her. Quick strides brought her to the side of the rookie C-Sec offer, her warm gloved hand coming to softly grasp his tense shoulder. When his vision came to look at her, his breath hitched. Her eyes fluttering lightly, lips agape and a slight coloration of her cheeks made her look sensual to him, his shoulders relaxing and his face taking a goofy look. She was gorgeous. But to Amiee, the look was natural, nothing she did could change how 95% of the time having that look got her what she needed then some.

"Kid, I highly would consider your actions with this one before her biotics flare. She's a part of my crew. I'm Commander Amiee Shepard and I vouch for her. So let her go, please?"

The pleading in her voice brought him figuratively to his knees, the buckling causing him to jolt from her touch the slightest bit but recovered quickly. A firm nod and smile later, he left and went to the next person. Their complaints of the same actions falling on depth ears. Turning to Jack, Amiee sighed just the slightest bit. Her stotic look turning soft for the woman in front. Since the start of this journey, she and Jack made quick friends, their hatred of Cerberus and silicon asses of one Cerberus Operative being what did it. As soon as Jack saw her softening look, her own did the same slightly. Amiee was the only one who could bring her down from anything. She was like a sister and she cared for Shepard, even though she'd never truly admit it.

Amiee after making sure Jack was okay left her side once more and looked towards the front of the security door. Half of her crew was gone and in the time she was musing, Jack even moved up slightly. A heavy sigh escaped her, the line was fucking long. Who know how long it would take to get up there again. Her shoulders slumped down heavily, her feet turning and dragging towards the end. She hated the Citadel. She was about a few steps into her trek when a scaled hand grabbed her wrist lightly. Warm, smooth and firm scales dragging her skin so pleasantly. She knee this hand, but if she looked up, he'd see the light tint to her cheeks. Amiee was never used to be touched like this. Her body was weird and though she was no virgin, she was so damn innocent. A soft pull brought her face to chest of an obvious male. Freckles of black adorning greens, pectorals wide with years of training, neck and cheek webbings of pinkish frills. Muscles tight, strong arms and scents of cinnamon assaulting every fiber of her being. A shuddered breath left her as she was turned by those same hands that for a second felt that they stayed holding her out of possessiveness. One minute passed, then 2, then 3, and after 5 she finally found her voice, although small it was still firm, giving no indication of the turmoil going on inside her.

"I thought you had already past or is it that I am starting to lose my sight along with my mind Mr. Krios? "

When the question left her, she had hoped he caught the slight inflection hinting of amusement and challenge. Her full lips twitching at the corners that only a very well trained eye could detect. When Thane had boarded the Normandy, he found it rather dull. Though he was not a military man, he knew of the customs, orders and so on and so forth, but upon meeting Amiee Shepard, she had changed his dull look into one of life. In Nassana's tower he had seen her first hand. Her sniper work paring up to his own and the Turian he knew as Garrus now. The rest of her weapons went unused on the clips of her back, pistols on her hips and knives he recently found out about on her person. She was deadly, quick and light on her feet. Her hand to hand combat and biotics where a thing of jealousy. When she would run out of mags for her Sniper, she would do a swift one, two punch and a high roundhouse kick to a poor fellows temple and "borrow" his as he feel from countless stories to his death. And when she had no opportunity to do that, she would flare her biotics, lift her foes and throw them without their guns and she would be whole again, putting them to great use.

"No, Amiee. I'm afraid your mind is going for I do not know what you speak of."

His velvet, deep and dark voice spoke next to her ear silently, only meant for her and no one else to hear, his tall frame bending to her height, scents of lotus flowers and something he could not place wafting into his senses. His voice causing rich vibrations to rattle her teeth and making her ear canal itch. A small chuckle left her, the only indication was the slight vibration of her shoulders. When no snark was returned, the right side of his lip arched up ever so slightly, the only indication of a smile hardly anyone would see except her, but she had already saw more in secret. She always had her way. His body came up and resumed it's original state. Arms coming behind his back, hands clasping together in a lose hold and his posture straight and professional.

A while longer they where finally out of the line they would not refer to as the "death." A shiver raking both drell and human female. Once the action was done, and they caught the other in the act, they froze and time seemed to stay still, both only feeling as though they where the only two in the universe. A sudden flinch and dazzling smile from Amiee made his heart skip a beat. It had been a few months since they joined, raced across the galaxy and beat the collectors, guns blazing, cuts and bruises as trophies and smiles and cheers all around. Thane knew that soon enough he wouldn't be able to hold his feelings for Amiee any longer. After a week or so after they saved Kolyat from incarceration and a life on the run he had told him of his feeling for his Commander. Though shocked, Kolyat nodded and listened. He knew he and his father where not in the best terms. It had only been a damn week, but somehow he understood. He wasn't attracted to humans but he also felt something to her, his small in comparison but it was most admiration anyways. But when her kindness, her loyalty and dedication along with her sense of justice and protective nature shone through to him, he saw the look on his father's face. He knew.

Kolyat told his father he'd never call her step-mom, Thane chuckled happily and nodded. He was making sure his son approved. He was letting him get into his life. And he was happy. Coming back from his memories by a warm glove on his shoulder and a worried look on dazzling eyes he nodded firmly. His hand coming out to instruct her she should press on first and he'd follow. Receiving a firm nod of conformation, he saw her small frame move, hips swaying slightly, his desires rising. She didn't know what she did to him. She was his "Siha" and when he realized it he decided to do anything it took to have her, hold her and keep her for himself as long as he lived. He hoped it was another 45 years.

Following behind her and the group of misfits he went into deep thought. Easily avoiding species of all kind in a hurry to get to their locations. Maybe taking the transplant was a good idea. He'd have time with Kolyat, he'd breath without trouble, and he could finally atone for the sins he had committed. And maybe, just maybe, if she would have him, he would have his gorgeous siha by his side. His warrior angel, fierce in wrath, a tenacious protector and he'd finally feel happy again. But like all hard decisions and thoughts, he pushed it down for later. Maybe when he had time to be alone, to think clearer and unselfishly. He did promise to think on it again. He wanted to live. No real fault in that.


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