They met one silent night
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Only one shot story about one silent night aboard Normandy.
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The dim blue lights of Normandy illuminated the narrow corridors. At this hour all the crew was asleep apart from the few unfortunate souls assigned to their „dog-watch". The engines hummed silently, and the air condition hissed in its metallic voice.
The overall peaceful slumber of this engineering pinnacle was suddenly disturbed by silent tip-toeing steps. Slim silhouette slowly prowled forward, the pace carefully measured on metallic cat-walks.
Few steps and the shadow slipped into the elevator not noticing the silent blue orb of EDI popping out of the terminal. If it was possible the AI interface would have had almost a mischievous grin.
The elevator silently made its way up through the hull of the ship and stopped in silence on deck three. The careful night visitor emerged and cautiously peaked around the wall into the mess hall.
Empty.
Alert eyes scanned the med bay. It was dark.
Lucky.
With another set of silent steps, the figure crossed the mess hall making its way straight towards the forward batteries.
The bluish light which flooded the night decks only disturbed by orange flash of an omni tool. Nimble fingers typed a few words and then all was set back into the normal sleeping routine.
All except the hiss of opening air lock.
The night walker slipped inside with one quick move. Unaware of another silent blue pop behind. Or not knowing about the sly smirk spreading on Ruperts face who stood leaning against the counter with bottle of Sherice Ice Brandy in one hand and old looking book in dark covers in another.
The shadow could not know about Commander Shepard humming a soft melody of old love song as she walked away from her terminal with service cameras displaying every corridor on the ship.
And furthermore, all the non-sleepers were oblivious to Jocker who was sitting in his cockpit switching between footage of the security cameras. At one point his face got that „know-it-all" look and he pressed „Turn off".
„You shouldn't have come." Garrus heard his voice bouncing off the wall which enclosed the small space restricted for the calibrating.
„No one saw me."
He had to smile. Well smile in his feral kind of way. Only hearing her voice was enough to melt his heart.
„I can go away."
She said it with only a slight hint of resolution in her voice. But that was enough.
„No…I…want you to stay." His arm moved almost before he knew it and his three-fingered hand gently stayed on her shoulder.
She was so small. So fragile. And yet strangely strong.
„I…"
Her voice made his heart warm. She was so cute as humans often said. And he wondered what her face really looked like. But it really did not matter. He loved her not her looks.
„Shhhh." Garrus only silently whispered and pulled her closer. His fingers gently finding a latch on the helmet slowly opening them and pulling the purplish plastic glass away from her face. And he had to stare in pure amazement at now revealed face of his companion…no of his love. Because Garrus was sure now more than he was ever before that he loved this small fragile woman whose sweet and kind voice and devotion to her people and their cause made him proud and madly deeply in love with her.
„I took some herbal stimulants for my immune system also if we are careful I mean…I always get this nervous and then talk too much…" He gently cut off her words by pressing one finger against her lips and his mandibles twitched in a gentle smile.
His hand found the console panel behind his back and he pressed down one button to drown the room in complete darkness pulling her closer into one strong embrace never letting her go away again.