A/N: So the title is pretty much a give-a-way. Garrus is in a 'heat' and has to find out what to do about it :} There isn't a specified time frame. Put it wherever you want.
Garrus was beginning to get a bad feeling about the coming week. He had been on edge lately. Especially around the Commander. He just knew something…uncomfortable was coming. What with all their flirtations and talk of popping heat sinks Garrus had begun to wonder how much longer he could wait. It had been his idea to 'disrupt the crew as little as possible', but right about now he was regretting that choice.
Garrus ran the back of a hand across his forehead. His skin was unusually warm and he could feel the azure blush that spread across the back of his neck. Perhaps he should drop by Dr. Chakwas' once his shift was over. Shepard wouldn't have him being sick on the job.
He tapped a few buttons on the console before shutting it down. Usually calibrating the Normandy's weapon systems relaxed him, but tonight nothing seemed to calm his nerves. He turned to leave when the doors swished open and Shepard stepped in.
"Hello Garrus." She said smiling coyly at him. Garrus felt a spike of pleasure shoot through his body. That was new.
"Shepard." He replied nodding respectfully to her. "Need me for something?" Something stirred in his nether regions. Oh no.
"I always need you Garrus." She laughed lightly to herself and perched on the ever present crate. Garrus barely managed to get a chuckle out of his suddenly dry throat. His armor felt like it was smothering him.
"Nice to know." He said hoping that he didn't sound as troubled as he felt. Shepard smiled knowingly at him.
"Regretting your decision to wait yet?" She said fiddling with a strand of her hair.
He almost said yes. "I just want to give us the proper amount of time to make sure we're both ready for this." Luckily his tongue knew what to say before his mind and instincts muddied the situation.
"I'm ready Garrus. What's holding you back?" She stopped feigning distraction and stared at him now. Garrus felt as if her eyes were piercing right into his spirit and laying him out like a good book. He swallowed hard and tried his best to not imagine Shepard sprawled across the console begging for him to take her. Uhhhhh…
"I uh…" His tongue failed him this time. "…just need to sort some things through." He said after a few moments pause. Like what the hell was wrong with him.
"Fair enough." She said and hopped off the crate. "But don't take too long, Cupcake." She smiled at him again before departing. Garrus fell against the wall in relief.
"I'm sorry Garrus, but I can't detect anything wrong. You don't have the symptoms of any turian illnesses known to me. This is something else." Dr. Chakwas tried to comfort the obviously distressed turian with a pat on the shoulder. "Maybe you should see Mordin. He has more experience with alien diseases then I do." He just sort of shrugged and then nodded.
"Please don't tell Shepard, Doctor. She'll stop taking me on missions." Dr. Chakwas fed him an unpleasant look but silently agreed.
"As long as you promise to see Mordin, now." The doctor said sounding quite similar to their Commander. Garrus nodded and his mandibles flanged wide in a smile.
"You may leave." Dr. Chakwas said returning to her computer.
"Interesting." Mordin commented as he examined the now worried turian. He fiddled with his omni-tool for a moment and looked up with a smile. Garrus thought his heart may have skipped a few beats. Things that made Mordin smile tended to be unpleasant. "Not sick." Mordin said and Garrus nodded, partially in relief and partially in fear. If he wasn't sick what was he? "Need to mate. Shepard is good candidate."
…What? "I need to mate?" Garrus repeated in shock. Mordin nodded.
"Shepard has done research. Suggest you do some as well. Warning: If you do not mate soon you will become…less civil." Mordin said, none of which made the turian feel any better. He'd witnessed a few turians in the turian military that had ignored their urges for too long and eventually had to be taken down with force. A turian who refused to mate when the need presented itself eventually became irrational and violent, often times forcing themselves on someone who wasn't willing to receive.
"Thanks Doctor." Garrus said letting Mordin upload pamphlets onto his omni-tool. He waved without enthusiasm as he left. There was one thing Garrus was positive of; Shepard wasn't ready to take on a full grown turian male in the middle of a mating rut. He had to leave the ship. No matter how much it tore him apart inside.