A.N. So this is going to be a Sharrus story. It will have short chapters, but, as the story progresses, the chapters will be longer. Also, if any of you are looking for lemons, my friend BlueTeamSucks will be writing them.

Garrus stood outside of Shepards cabin, pacing. What was he supposed say? "Hey Shepard. I'm in love with you... Hmm... So yup see ya!" He smirked the Turian way at this. And just as he was about to leave, her cabin doors slid open and he couldn't help but stare. Her old... 'Her' was always stressed and normally when he saw her, she was in full armor. Even after she just recruited him, he hadn't seen her. And the dress didn't help. Her eyes were a vibrant green (instead of the dull green) and her hair was blonde and sort of wet. She cleared her throat.

"Hey, Garrus. You coming to the party? I mean, I know I just now recruited you and this is Cerberus, but I don't remember you. So, lets go get tipsy and learn things about each other!" Without an answer (and already visually tipsy) she grabbed his wrist and took him to the elevator.

"So, Shepard-"

"Its Aislyne to you, Vakarian."

"Okay, Aislyne. Where have you been?" Garrus asked in his dual tone voice, mandibles twitching- the right one painfully, of course- in curiosity.

"Weeelllll... I spent two years on some shitty station in some rural, as Miranda called it, little place where Cerberus rebuilt me from scratch. I was told they were left with a leg, head and heart. I don't believe that, though. I mean, I still have the unnaturally long finger nails and shit." 'Aislyne' answered, her tone matter of factly annoying him.

"Sounds... Fun." He replied awkwardly,mentally face palming when seeing get cheek twitch. It was kinda cute, though. - "And I was like, 'Spirits, this is so cool!' So, what do I do? I lick the giant iceberg. And whats funny it's my tongue got stuck there," Garrus had been telling an interesting story about his first time out after joining his military. "Yeah, it took a while to get me back onboard. I mean, who wouldn't lick a space ice berg?"

"I hellla woulldn't." She replied, her l's messed up by her whirling mind. "Aren't you alllergic to that stuff any way? I mean, with your dextro amino thing?"

"Not icebergs... They're both, right? I'm not gonna die, am I? Oh shit. That was a bad idea... Damnit."

Aislyne threw her head back in laughter, also while taking a shot. It didn't work to well. "Garrus, have you met Jazzy? My dog?"

"Wasn't aware that you had a dog."

"I keep her on the Citadell." Shepard reported drunkenly. "I coulldn't keep her on a big ass ship llike this, could I?"

Garrus saw her point and nodded. "True. When do I meet her?"

"After that one mission tomorrow which I'lll probably ending up taking you and Grunt on to that Colony. I'lll have a massive hangover and be pissed at everything that moves except for my team." She noticed him staring at her hair.

"Wanna touch it?" Aislyne offered.

"No, thats alright."

"Do it, Garrus. Thats an order. You are terrible at hiding curiosity... I'm drunk and I'm saying that."

"Fine." Garrus grumbled, secretly happy as he took his glove off and scooted closer to her. Reaching up wards, he felt her hair brush his talon and immediately wanted to just sit there and play with the Blonde Mess.

Aislyne chose that moment to touch his fringe and caused a low growl to omit from him. Immediately, she backed off, still being able to feel yhe texture of the fringe even after she was not even on the crew deck. She hurried to her room and quickly fell asleep.