O.K. so this is my first Mass Effect story ^_^

There will be an OC made especially for our beloved Garrus Vakarian

I'll try real hard to keep her from being Mary Sue. Like always this OC will be an extension of me or the side that is locked away. I feel that no matter how you try to keep an OC exclusively OC not outside input, the OC always has a piece of you. But as promised Mary Sue will be nonexistent if you see a sign in my writings PM me or put it in hopefully a review.

I am a college student so review will be once a week for now, but it does depend on the amount of reviews I get. I will not publish something and no one leaves a comment hell I'll even take flames (don't be complete asses about it though we are intelligent people after all).

Anyways… this story from my subconscious will start in ME2 and carry on to ME3. I love ShepVakarian but I want to write about Garrus with someone else from our world I think it's so cool to put someone in a world that is not supposed to be real, so it will be F!OCxGarrus and F!ShepxThane. Honestly I'm so boyish it's not even funny, you should hear my mom nagging me about my clothes " you're a girl stop buying all this black, wear a skirt, how are boys going ask you out?" oh dear mother hahaha…nevertheless do I feel that Shepard and Vakarian have that one of a kind love? HELL YES, but I do like a little Thane lovin' on the side, Thane's romance was heart wrenching, you best believe I killed Kai Lang for killing Thane…. that Son of A Bitch.

This story will be rated M so you know if you're under 18 or whatever… you know the drill: ignore the rating like you already do hahaha. But seriously this will contain violence, coarse language, and whatever my mind comes up with so you were warned!

Well enough rambling I do hope you enjoy it if you don't let me know PM me I'm always on FFN. Buuut I would really enjoy a comment in the review section and maybe a fav or follower or two…

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Mass Effect franchise! All copyrights to Bioware©. I only own the OC who comes from my imagination.

Enjoy and don't forget R&R please!


Chapter 1: Are you so serious right now? Xbox how could you!?

"Vena, girl it's getting late, turn the damn game off," Valeria most commonly known as Lia said as she put on her white peacoat. Currently wearing a black cocktail dress with Alfani shoes. Makeup done to perfection in hopes to enhance her beauty. Her eyebrows posed in a fierce arch as she crossed her arms impatiently, hip cocked to the side.

"Seriously… your gonna blow off our girls night for this weird ass sci-fi game?"

Venatrix didn't look away from the 70'' LG HDTV. Band new and still shiny how could she not test it out. And what better way to test it out then by playing Mass Effect 2. Vena was unhappy with the third game, the ending had undoubtedly pissed her off, so screw that eighty dollar collector's edition!

Even though it came in that shiny box, and N7 patch, and book….

"Yes I am because 1. I don't like the club 2. It's cold as hell outside and 3. I'm pissed off. Mother fucker! Shoot freakin' straight Shepard! Freakin' bullet sponge," she cursed as her black painted thumbs maneuvered to get her character out of the line of fire. This would be the third time she had played and beat the game. On all levels except insanity.

Not trying to destroy the brand new shiny LG 70'' HDTV people…

Lia gave a growl of frustration, arms raised in aggravation.

"Why are you so obsessed with this game? They ain't real so? Always romancing those lizard boys n' shit. The hell this game called: Mac Fic, Mash Effect, or some shit?"

Suddenly the sound of bombarding bullets and ominous music ceased.

Now normally Vena is calm and collected, she carried an air of regality and had immaculate posture thanks to her very strict childhood. Her father was a big shot lawyer, makes millions. Her mother used to work for the DEA but retired to marry the pompous ass. Being the eldest of three she was set to be the heir and prime example. The heir to an empire that Venatrix wanted nothing to do with. At one point in her life she was an artist, Vena would sit in the spare room of their ridiculously extravagant house just outside New York City. She'd sit there for hours just sketching away. Countless of black and white sketches would cover the floor. It made her happy, a little piece of happiness all for herself. Until her father discovered her and burned the beautiful pieces in the fireplace making her watch as they burned one by one to ash. A lawyer he said…. A lawyer she would be. There would be no art, no music in his house. No dogs of the people. There was no pleasing him….ever

So she rebelled, drew in secret, hid her music from him. Eventually she bought a loft in NYC, went to a top university studied criminal justice and homeland security. Determined to make her father crumble she studied hard doing what she wanted to do, graduating on the Dean's List, and finally filed for a job with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. The F.B.I. the exact opposite of what her father wanted. A dog of the government and she would enjoy it. His face when the letter came in hahaha priceless…

Back to the matter at hand..

As said before nothing normally pisses Vena off. In this case though there are a few things-

Numero uno: Never insult Mass Effect

Check.

"Game don't even have good lookin' men,"

Numero dos: Never ever insut the very good looking romanceable and nonromancable men of Mass Effect

Check.

"Unrealistic dumbass sci-fi shit. Hell- only people living in they momma's house, holed up in they basement would play this crap! Pshh the game ain't even shi-"

Numero tres: Calling Mass Effect shit will not be tolerated.

Check.

DingDingDing congratulations you wi-

BANG

Lia jumped at the sound. Even after all this time of being friends she's dense. Lia still doesn't know when to stop talking~

Now standing, 360 controller on the floor, Venatrix raises her arm slowly, her bangs falling over her eyes.

"Please leave" she stated in a monotone voice.

Lia curled her lip in disgust. Her eyebrows furrowed with the arch ever present, her hazel eyes now slits.

"Are you seriously kicking me out over a game? Come on Ve-"

"Leave now Valeria. I won't ask you again." Vena stated firmly as she swung her elevated arm in the direction to where the door was located.

Lia stood there for a moment, trying to comprehend that her very good friend was kicking her out of the loft.

She stared at Vena's back until it sunk in that Vena was not going to face her. With a scoff, Lia stomped to the door. Looking at Venatrix one last time. Her mouth opening and closing trying to figure out if she should say anything. With one last look her face contorted in anger, she slammed the door.

After hearing the door slam, Vena relaxed, releasing the breath she had been holding. Maybe a bit much…

Nahh happiness comes first…..

Shaking her head as she thought.

'I have every right to have a little relaxation. Besides my injuries are still recovering.'

Not even a full week ago, Vena had won the championship for MMA. Her opponent was a very talented Jiu-Jitsu artist from Brazil. Very strong legs and knew how to crack a rib or two with them.

Ah, an invigorating fight. The adrenaline…..

The downside to all of this is that no one would leave her alone. Picture this: a federal agent becoming a MMA champion. Who the hell makes time for that? Well apparently Vena. For days her co-workers have been praising her, saying that she did them proud. Reporters have been hounding her along with the tabloids coming up with all kinds of stories. The nerve they had to claim she used steroids. The absolute nerve of some people!

With a sigh of frustration she sat back down on the sofa. No time for distractions, she needed to relax and unwind.

Heh what she wouldn't do to 'blow off steam' and then some.

That would be sooo nice…

Shaking her head she chuckled at herself. "I've got about the same chances to blow off steam as man does of leavin' the solar system, which is none… and I'm talking to myself again. The first sign of madness right? Right. The game is afoot!"

Her fingures came to rest in their original positions. Her body relaxed and she inched her thumb toward the start button.

Click…

Click…

Click…click…

Clickclickclickcliclclickclick…..

"What the hell?"

The screen stated to fade in and out, the power button on the 360 began to glow red. An angry red. Devil red.

"No no no no no! Red fucking ring of DEATH? Fuuuuck!"

Once again the poor glossy black 360 controller found itself again on the hard floor due to unceremonious rage.

"And once again life has been proven to be an absolute bitch. Can't even play a game without some crap popping up. Damn Xbox, I oughta throw you out….the…..win….dow…

…..

As if responding to her hostile words, the 360 began to smoke and the T.V. screen started to glow. It became a blinding swirling mass of orange and red.

"Assuming Direct Control"

No no no, it couldn't possibly!

Venatrix stood there wide eyed. This moment was crazy! There was no way this was happening! Mm-Mm nope no way no how! It couldn't possibly be a-

"Nooo no no no. Impossible, Illogical, and not real. I'm hallucinating. Too much fanfiction Vena, you got to get a life- shit is it getting brighter!?

And it was, by the second it was. The mass of orange and red became extraordinarily blinding. It changed its color now to a massive vortex of white. Too bright….it's starting to burn!

She moved to back away, but it was too late. The light had just about covered the entire room, and now it engulfed her too. Causing waves of pain to overtake her body with every breath she took.

She let out a sharp cry, her eyes tearing because of the pain and intensity.

Then weightlessness…

And rushing feelings….

'Am I falling?'

It felt like forever. She knew that somehow she was falling. No sound rushed passed her ears or was the pain so great she didn't even notice?

All she knew is that she couldn't see and that her stomach was about to burst out through her mouth.

SLAM

Finally it was over, but now everything hurt like a mother fucker…..

Whatever she landed on was hard, cold yet smooth.

A sob escaped her lips as she tried to move. Her arms moved forward in an attempt to crawl, but after experiencing shocking pain she stopped.

'So much pain….it hurts so bad….' she thought. Why bother to voice her pain it would only make it worse, if she could even feel her lips.

'Is that….blood coming outta me?' It surely felt like something was expelling from her body. She could smell it, that coppery scent…..her blood!

She gained some feeling back but that just mad the pain more extraordinary. She opened her mouth and gave a harsh cough, blood painting her lips.

"S-s-s-so….this i-is….how I….g-g-g-get to g-g-g-g-go…..thi-s-s-s-s…..s-s-s-sucks…" Weezing now it hurt to even breathe.

'God I never imagined this is how I'd go out. Figured I get shot in a cartel bust…so much for glory'

Accepting the fact that she was doomed, she tried very hard to relax her mind and ignore the pain; a less painful demise.

But not a moment later the sound of footsteps resonated around her. Then they became faster and louder and soon stopped right in front of her stagnant body.

"Goddess what happened to you?"

The voice, light and airy, it was gentle. So soothing…

Venatrix opened her eyes just a crack; just to see anything one last time.

'Blue….hands?'

Blue hands…

Blue…hands…..

Blu-

Then darkness…..


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