Magenta Shepard was having a real shit day. First off, there was the whole 'you've been dead for two years' thing. That probably made everything afterwards a little bit small in comparison, but Magenta Shepard was good at a few things, with being a broody bitch being near the top.

Then, there was the thing with the mechs and the attempted murder and the actual murder. She felt her eye twitch at that thought. Who the fuck did Miranda think she was, Queen Bitch of the Galaxy? Fuck. That. That's my title. And then she went and dragged up memories of the whole Saren Clusterfuck as if it happened yesterday. Which, to Magenta, it basically did.

And then there was the Illusive Man. Sweet mother of Christ, Magenta just wanted to shoot him. She had been to Cerberus bases during the Saren Shitstorm, and none of them were any fun. The only time anything good came out of those was when she found that data on what exactly those Dragon's Teeth things did to people. Predictably, Cerberus found that out through actually shoving people onto them.

And then there was Freedom's Progress. Cause that place wasn't an entire world of creepy. A colony that size doesn't just fucking vanish without anyone noticing something. Luckily, someone did. Magenta hoped that Veetor got some serious help back at the Migrant Fleet. Still, she was slightly miffed that Tali didn't come with her. Lord knows she missed her little sister analog.

So, all in all, a fairly shit day. The only positive thing about it was, at some point, it had to end. Which it was getting fairly close to. And as she listened to the Illusive Man's 'offer', her arms folded in her typically standoffish manner, Magenta Shepard blew a stray strand of dark red hair from her eyes, before wincing at the spike of pain from her imparts. She really needed to get that fixed.

"… Go to Omega. Find Mordin Solus. He's a brilliant Salarian scientist, and our intelligence suggest he may be able to come up with a way to counter the Collector's seeker swarms." Magenta huffed, before unfolding her arms and pushing her hair from her face, her Tech Armor pulsing in time with the movement.

"Sure, why not? Second thing?" The Illusive Man's face shifted ever-so-slightly, and Magenta wondered if he was internally smirking.

"I've found a pilot I think you might like. I hear he's one of the best. Someone you can trust." And as the QEC feed was cut, Magenta heard footsteps, and then a familiar voice.

"Hey Commander. Just like old times, huh?" Holy shit it was Joker. And was he walking? Wow, I have been gone two years. And as the pilot she trusted more then any other lead her to a new part of the station, explaining what had happened, Magenta caught sight of a man standing at a window, staring out at it. As she approached, massive lights came to life, illuminating a massive, but familiar, shape.

"… They only told me last night." The man beside then snorted, and Magenta frozen at the familiar sound. Oh no fucking way, not you too…

"I've known for two months. Then again, my last name tends to have a bit of weight around here." And then the man turned to face them and oh god it's him. Same brown eyes, same face. The same as hers. The smirk was a little smaller, and there were new scars, and he desperately needed a haircut and shave, and his armor was most definitely not Alliance spec. Or Cerberus, for that matter. But it was him.

"Well, I suppose it's good to be back, hmm?" Markus Shepard asked, his eyes sparkling with emotion. Magenta nodded dumbly, not quite knowing how to word the phase I'm sorry for dying in front of you strongly enough. But then the smirk shifted into a small, happy smile, and tears welled up and oh god now she was going to cry.

"Hey, Markus."

"Sup sis."

A/N: Hello, yes, this is Watery. I will be diving into something other then the Dragon Age Trash Can this evening. This time, it's Mass Effect being grasped in my trashy appendages. I may or may not continue this story at some point, if the "kind" folk here will it.

For reference, this story runs on my own personal storyline. That is, in ME1, there was no romance, Wrex lived to "Shepard" another day, the Rachni Queen did not meet the business end of a flamethrower, for some fucking reason the Council got saved, Saren got talked to death the first time, and I have never played Bring Down the Sky so FUCK IT.