Toy Story

A Kmeme fill and continuation of fill-a-thon of Getting off Route. Sorry been sick, Tayg, Theodur, Acevolkner, and N7Corsair I can't say enough good things about you. You make my dark days happier with your incredible stories.

Onwards, part 1.

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The ship was empty, and quiet. Everyone was on this "shore leave", what ever it meant. Humans were so strange. How anyone could intoxicate themselves into what the Chief called "oblivion" was beyond her. Their motor skills were non-existent, their breath was horrid, and they tended to speak of un-intelligent things from their childhoods. She thought back to her own; playing with Asari dolls, digging in the grass, and peddling a 3 wheeled contraption that allowed her to move slightly faster than walking.

As her stomach rumbled she made her way out of the small storage area so blatantly dubbed the "Prothean Expert's Palace". She was certain the humans were making fun of her despite the Commander's reassurances. She may be a maiden born last century but she was not born yesterday. Goddess humans are true to their reputation.

Being part of Shepard's new found ground team did however, have it advantages. She'd line up for "slop" the crew called food and she was bumped not so descreetly to the front of the line. She'd be in the med bay with superficial wounds and get treated first.

Not knowing what this special treatment was, Liara steeled herself as she ran the different scenarios in which she'd confront the ship's Commander.

Shepard, I'm a matriach's daughter, and expect to be treated as such. Liara winced as she remembered that matriarch was trying to kill Shepard.

"Commander, I feel you are giving me special treatment over the others." Yes, that was it, direct and to the point. But how come the other, lower part of her body didn't agree. It was completely illogical and ridiculous. Her internal battle ensued as she heard the crackling of the intercom.

"Joker. What can I do for you?" She blushed as she was brought back to reality, and what seemed to be the start of a terribly erotic fantasy, was cut short.

"There's a delivery guy, uh girl at the airlock wanting someone to sign for a package."

Liara pondered Joker's statement momentarily before realizing she was the only person besides Joker, left on board. Sure there was support staff, but she new in Shepard's and her mind, they didn't really count. Not really.

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Walking back to her office behind the medbay she found it somewhat curious that this mysterious (to her) delivery was packaged in non-descript plain brown paper, with simply the Commander's name and docking station hastily scribbled across the front. This discovery was almost more enticing than a new Prothean relic.

As she entered the medbay she very subtly nodded to Dr. Chakwas who was about to speak when she finally crossed the doors and locked them behind her. She smiled to herself thinking "clean break". She'd never considered herself arrogant but this was a sweet, as the Commander said on previous missions, get away.

The Prothean expert glanced around her room once again as she gripped the unknown package between her hands. You're being utterly ridiculous. She remembered Shepard also cursing explicitly as her team was on a Mako free-fall. Upon landing brusquely she remembered Shepard agreeing to a surgical procedure involving a human tool called a q-tip and how it was inserted through the ear then removed part of the impulsive brain.

Goddess, that sounds painful!

Banishing all thoughts of pain and discomfort Liara starts lifting the taped paper off the box. As she removes the flaps slowly she can make out the letters S3K, followed by the best in:

…enterta….

…w and impr…

…ra sensitive…

…listic to tou…

Liara's eyes widen in horror, and arousal as she realizes this isn't Shepard's new gun. Well not the one she holds in her hand anyways… In combat… sort of.

TBC anons!

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