AN: So, here it is my first chapter. I hope everyone enjoys it. Please R&R. Constructive criticism very much welcome. I'd also like a personal opinion, Should I use first person? (Me,myself,I) or stick to the format I used here? (He,his,himself). I also use a lot of dialogue from the game, mostly dialogue with Shepard and Thane so if you don't want romance storyline spoilers, skip over it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bioware or any of the characters. Though, Thane Krios has stolen my heart and Bioware, my soul. :)

"Do you need something?"

"Have a few minutes to talk?

"Of course, Shepard. Join me."

"I've been thinking about you."

"And I you. Will you hear my confession, Siha?"

"Last time we talked like this, you said you'd explain what "Siha" means."

"I need to explain myself to you first. When I married Irikah, the hanar let me leave their service to raise a family. But I had no other skills, so I freelanced. When Irikah was killed, I pursued those responsible. Once I'd eliminated them, I had no goal. I accepted the Dantius commission because I didn't know what else to do."

"Not the healthiest attitude to take on a mission."

"You're right. It's not. Looking back now, it's clear I'd resigned myself to death. I would have fulfilled my contract. If Nassana's guards caught me afterwards – it would have been a good death. But someone else was pushing to reach the target. Forcing me to move faster. Challenging me, I had to reach her first."

"You're alive because I wounded your pride?"

"Pride is the line between a professional and a thug. But I met another Siha. Few are privileged to meet even one."

"You still haven't told me what a Siha is."

"One of the warrior angels of the goddess Arashu. Fierce in wrath. A tenacious protector. I confess I've come to care for you. Perhaps I'm being foolish. We are very different."

"I'm not sure we know each other well enough to call it love. But I feel something for you too. Something more than friendship." Shepard leaned over the table holding out her hands he carefully held them, gently, delicately. Her soft warm touch set his skin a light.

"I've never felt affection for another species. I'm not sure what to do now."

"We'll just have to figure it out."

"I look forward to the memories."


Thane paced impatiently in his quarters. Thousands of thoughts running through his head. He thought he was going crazy, maybe he was. The universe was safe now from the threat of the Reapers and although no one knew for how long, everyone seemed to lower their guard enough to enjoy the celebration in the mess hall. Shepard. Shepard was on his mind, ever since they had gotten back on the Normandy he had wanted to ask if she was OK but, she had immediately went to her room and forbid anyone to enter her cabin. She needed time alone. Or, at least that was what she had said to the crew. Everyone wanted to talk to her, to congratulate her. Of course they did she had just saved the galaxy. Again.

Thane sighed heavily tapping his fingertips against his lips. He felt guilty, incredibly guilty. It was an emotion had had never experienced before yet, the intensity of it gave him a sick feeling that settled in the pit of his gut. The night before the suicide mission he had gone to her cabin in the middle of the night. He wanted to spend what he thought was their last night, together. He had told her how; because of his love for her that he was afraid of death now. She had however, reassured him it was nothing but nerves and he had given her his thanks and promptly left her room. Now, he regretted that course of action.

What if she hated him or worse was hurt? He dare not think of himself worthy of living if he could not protect her. He would never forgive himself if he lost her. She had re-awakened him from his ten yearlong battle sleep, he loved her with every living cell in his body and every inch of him wanted her. He wanted to see her, to feel her soft touch, to smell the honey-sweet fragrance that rolled off her dark brown hair. He wanted to taste her sweet lips against his and hear her gentle voice. He wanted to hold her against him and tell her everything would OK. He wanted her to be his.

Would she ever replace Irikah? No... Irikah had given him Kolyat but Shepard... she had brought him happiness he had long forgotten he could have and because of this, he had to keep her safe. Had to make sure his enemies would bring no harm to her, not that Shepard couldn't take care of herself. He walked over to his desk and chuckled to himself seeing the papers Mordin had kindly given him several days earlier and he had commit everything to his perfect memory. He turned slightly and a smile spread from his lips as he placed his fingertips lightly against the glass frame that held a picture of Shepard, his Siha. He had to talk to her. Now. Thane left his room going up the elevator to the captain's cabin.

"EDI let me in."

"Commander Shepard has given me strict orders to not allow anyone passage."

"EDI now, please." Thane said to the AI. After a long pause EDI's disembodied voice rang through the elevator,

"Very well, Mr. Krios." The AI said as the elevator doors swung open. Thane stepped through and approached Shepard's door. He stood there for a moment before he took a deep breath walking through the door. As soon as he stepped into the room his eyes settled on Shepard who was lounging on the couch apparently consumed in one of her favorite fiction novels again. He took a step forward but stopped, his black eyes growing big as he re-lived one of their conversations.

"Do you need something?"

"Have a few minutes to talk?"

"You needn't ask. Time for me is short, Siha. But any I have is yours to take." he replied then regretted his choice of words seeing a look of pain and extreme sadness fill her eyes. She slowly took a seat in front of him and reached her hands to wards him. He gratefully accepted wrapping his hands around hers and sighing to himself quietly. Her small hands fit perfectly in his; her soft gentle touch stirred something primitive in him. Protective even.

"How are you feeling?" she asked as he held her hands tightly, a hunger growing inside him but he controlled it.

"No worse then ever. You needn't worry. And you? You are well?"

"No need to worry about me. How are you holding up?"

"I am looking forward to the end of the mission. It has been many years since I felt I could relax anywhere." Though his words were filled with lies. Whenever she was around him he dropped his guard immediately, he could be himself around her, tell her anything. She made him feel... accepted and appreciated. Not something he was accustomed to after his lifetime as a highly trained, deadly, Assassin.

"I spent two years dead. Every moment seems irreplaceable now."

"I spent ten years dead. I understand the feeling. Strange that I should only be reawakened now, when there is so little time left." he said and again wanted to kick himself in the mouth as her eyes broke its gaze with his to look away. He could have sworn tears were forming in the corner of her bright emerald green eyes.

"I should go," she said taking her hands back from his grip as she walked to wards the door. She stopped, looked back at him and smiled, and then left.


He let out a heavy sigh. He never knew the right thing to say to her.

He was always saying the worst thing at the worse possible time.

"Siha." Thane said slowly approaching her. Shepard's head snapped up at the name.

"Thane? What are you doing here?" she asked standing up and walking over to him.

"Siha—I—I have know I would die for many years. I've tried to leave the galaxy better then I found it. You helped me achieve more then I thought possible. We've righted many wrongs. I've spoken to my son..."" Thane began before she pushed her finger against his lips. Again his hunger growing and he knew he had to satisfy it, soon.

"Stop. Don't give me a speech," she begged but he shook his head.

"I'm ashamed. I consider my body's death and a chill settles in my gut. I'm afraid, and it shames me."

"Thane, I'm worried about you." Shepard say reaching up to touch his face, he let her hand linger for a moment before he turned away punching her desk with his fist.

"I've worked so hard. Meditated and prayed and done good deeds. Atoned for the evils I've done--"

"Thane, you aren't a bad person. You said so yourself, it wasn't you who killed those people, it was the people who hired you. You are the arm and they are the trigger. Remember?" she said grabbing his arm with her hand firmly. Yes. He did remember but did that make it any less OK? Thane looked up at her, his face damp with tears.

"Thane... be alive with me tonight." she whispered in his ear softly. Thane lost control.

There you have it! Remember to R&R.

I will love you for it.

Ok, if that isn't good enough then Chp. 2 will be put up quickly.

Quickly as in when I get down outlining and revising the hell out of it.

BETTER?

I should go. (no pun intended e_e)

P.S. I realized I scrambled the last but of their dailouge from the game, if I could alternate it in the game. This is what I see happening.