~Eeep, first ever story O.O, well enjoy. This is a short one-shot to give you a taster of my OC for my Mass Effect fanfiction. Enjoy, a yummy FemShep/Thane one-shot! ~ Bear in mind this is my first. However I accept all kinds of comments, as I see them a great way to get better at writing and improve. So please review and tell me what you think!
Shepard ran heavy fingers through her short, choppy hair, the weight of her armour resting on her shoulders. Sighing, she pulled off her armour, feeling its cold embrace leave her for the safety and warmth of her quarters. Now feeling lighter, she sat on her chair and glared at the screen. It seemed she was very popular, although after coming from the Citadel to "discuss" the threat of the Reapers with the council, she hadn't received the right type of "Popularity". Everyone in the Citadel (mainly C-Sec, duct rats or people that got bored easily) wanted to talk to her yes, but it was either because they wanted help with something that could easily be done by themselves, they wanted an autograph, or it was "Annoy Shepard for a laugh, she's only saved your asses two damn times!" day. All in all, she'd had a bad time at the Citadel. Again.
Not that the crew were much help either. Kelly, the ever happy yeoman, had been having special "sessions" with some parts of the crew after they were rescued from the Collector base, to help relieve stress or any anxiety that was still hanging around. This wasn't too annoying on Shepard's part but however, when the yeoman thoughtfully suggested they throw a party – A surprise one at that – for her to celebrate her victory, she had swiftly turned a quick 180 degrees and headed straight for the elevator, her finger making a deep hole in the button to take her to her quarters.
And that was where she was now.
In her room.
The only small corner of safety she had at this time. Where she could break down, lose the commander mask and just...
Just.
...Just be herself. That was what she wanted. To do what herself would do. But...
No.
That was wrong. That was unfair. The Commander Shepard that had been brought up to fight and listen and talk wasn't her. But she was a part of it. She had to be Commander Shepard, the saviour of the Citadel, the Human Spectre. She had to be. If she fell, everyone would fall around her. She was humanity's support. Their beam. Their Shepard, guiding them through the fog and defending them against the foreign beasts that come to attack them. She couldn't break, she couldn't fall, she-
"Siha?"
Shepard jumped out of her thoughts, turning quickly round to face to drell, a puzzled and worried expression on his face, his brow stitched together with worry as he approached silently from her door. She gave a rather convincing smile to him, assuring him there was nothing to worry about but he didn't take the bait. Without a word he sensed what was wrong and, striding now across to her he wrapped his arms around, pulling her close to his chest and burying his head in the crook of her neck.
Silence.
That's all she needed.
Silence. The sound that only reared it's beautiful head when he was around.
Her pale arms wrapped loosely around Thane's waist, his scent intoxicating her. He smelt of leather, sweat, and that pale aroma that she could never pinpoint as to what it was. Nevertheless, she loved it. He would be here for her. The blanket of protection. The support beam to stop her from crumbling. The person she could look in the eyes and for once.
Just once.
Be herself.
Silence.
That's all she needed.
Silence...
And him.