A story about the Turian Officer who befriended a young refugee girl at the citadel. Slight romance. Maybe more serious stuff in the future. The names for the Turian and the girl I got from another fanfiction about them called "In Times of War" by MLGumm. Enjoy :3
It's You
Chapter 01: Waiting
At twenty-nine, almost thirty, Officer Dellix Torrakas felt like he was going on sixty. With the Citidel packed and filling up with new people each day, the young guard was over worked and a little over whelmed, but it was his job and duty help these poor folks out. At first it was ok, the Batarians had come in, their home world destroyed, the broken souls were hard to watch but he stood through it. Helping out hundreds of people to find food, water, friends, a place to even sit. He would stand, helplessly watching the women cry and the children scream, but it only got worse when news had come in from Palaven. Hearing that his home world was being attacked was bad, but seeing the refugees of his people and broken and dying . . .
Well, let's just say that Dellix wasn't in the greatest of moods.
He hardly even notice the girl at first, but it was first smile he saw in this place and well . . . It lit up the world for a moment.
The girl looked young, no older than seventeen or eighteen, still with a bit of baby fat on her face. While she did look a little lost, looking all over the docks as if she didn't have enough eyes in her head, he wondered where he clan was, at least her parents. Her dirty blonde hair was whipping around in a messy ponytail. Stepping up to the desk, she looked up at him with the widest green eyes he had ever seen on a human.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, tilting his head curiously.
She smiled, not a big one that showed those flat teeth, and simple said, "I'm waiting".
"Waiting? Waiting for who?"
"For my parents. They put me on a rescue transport and told me to wait for them here," she answered with sweet smile. "They'll come find me as soon as they can."
Dellix started to get a bad feeling for her, but then again there have been families who got separated before. He had helped a few not too long ago.
"Well . . . I guess this is a safe enough place." He said, running his hand along the back of his neck and scratching his fringe. The girl looked too young to be here on her own, with all of the Batarians, the Asari commandos, and men who might be looking for people to loot . . . or hurt. "Look." He lean closer on his desk, "If anyone bothers you, let me know. I'll take care of them, okay?"
She smiled, this time, it was a big smile. Dellix felt his day brighten once more.
"Sure thing, Sir. Thanks"
She had walked off, waving good bye at, more than likely checking the docks for her parents again. While Dellix stood watching back from his desk.
His second shift was over later that night, Dellix mind started to wander with work over now. They came back to the refugee girl and he wondered how she was doing. Cursing to himself, he realized he didn't get her name. Next time he would and he would see if her parents had come through.