Title: A Day in the Life
Summary: Just as the title says. A collection of one-shots that describe a day in the life of the Normandy crew. Taking Requests!
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Guilty
F!Shep/Liara
The doors to the captain's cabin swished open, the light from the hallway lighting up the darkened room - and the sleeping woman at the desk. When the doors closed and the room was once again dark, a soft command raised the lights to a soft glow. All through this, the woman at the desk did not wake.
Liara looked sadly at the sleeping form of Commander Jane Shepard. The woman's short hair was still matted with blood and dirt from the last mission - some kind of recon mission, Miranda had told her when they had docked for supplies. Miranda had also told her the Commander had not been sleeping, and even the crew started noticing signs of fatigue.
As gently as she could, she lifted Jane from the chair, padding her way to the bed. Jane must have been exceedingly exhausted, because even the tiniest movement and sound would have woken her.
Liara frowned as she moved a stray hair off Jane's face. This was her fault. She was the one who gave Jane's body to Cerberus. She was the one who put Jane through all this stress. She should have let Jane lie in peace. Jane did not deserve to have so much weight put on her shoulders that she had on now. The collectors were gone, yes, but there was so much more.
With a sigh, she placed a gentle kiss to Jane's forehead and slipped from the bed; she would come back later to talk with her. A strong grip on her wrist, however, stopped her in her tracks.
"Li?"
Liara gave her lover a smile, sitting back down on the bed. "Hey. You're supposed to be sleeping."
Jane gave her a mischievous grin. "It's rude to sleep when there is a beautiful woman in your room."
Liara chuckled. "True. But it's also rude to have the whole crew worry about their commander when she looks so tired."
Jane sighed and threw an arm over her eyes. "You know about that, huh?"
"Jane." Liara moved Jane's arm, looking into the tired, bloodshot eyes. "Everyone's been so worried."
"I know." She sighed, eyes turning to Liara, pleading. "Can you stay, for a little while?"
Liara gave her a soft smile. "How could I say no?"
It did not take long for Jane to fall back asleep. Lying there, Liara still felt guilty for what she had done; but, she would try to be there every step of the way, to do anything to lift some of the weight off her lover's shoulders.