A.N.: Hi everyone! This is my first attempt at a story and I really hope you like it. Unfortunately, I will make some mistakes along the way and i don't mind any constructive criticism. Please review and let me know how I am doing. :)

"Miss are you okay?'' an slightly familiar, male voice asks me.

Oh God, I think as try and fail to pull myself up into a sitting position. What the heck happened to me last night? All I remember was going to the bar with a couple of friends, Alex and Megan. I must have gotten myself piss drunk, because I don't remember anything after a couple shots. Now, I am lying on a cold smooth floor that smells strongly of disinfectant.

"Yeah, I'm fine.' I reply as I finally manage to sit up. Unfortunately, being blind does not allow me take in my surroundings, so I have no idea where I am. All I have to go on is my hearing and smell. I know I am not at the bar, because this place smells…well, clean. Almost like a hospital. I also hear an assortment of languages that sound rather foreign. They all sound very concerned, and maybe a little scared. Yup, I'm definitely at a hospital. Maybe, I passed out or hit my head.

Facing the direction of the voice, I ask "Am I at a hospital? Did I get hurt?" It would explain the throbbing spot on the back of my head.

"No Miss. You are currently located in the middle of the Presidium Commons," the stranger replies after some hesitation.

"Oh okay… Wait what!" I exclaim as it hits me. There is no freaking way I am in some made of universe. Some jerk must be playing a joke on me. It must be Alex; he was the one who let me listen in as he played the whole series. "Oh haha. This is so funny. Play a practical joke on the blind girl. Tell her that she is in some make believe universe, so that you all can have a big laugh." I angrily say as I get into a standing position. "Who is behind this oh so funny joke? Alex, if its you, I am totally going to kick your ass."

'Umm, Miss, I do not know who you are talking to and I am not lying to you. We are currently standing in the Presidium Commons."

"Shut up!" I yell. "I am so sick of assholes trying to mess with me."

"Miss, please calm down. It would be in your best interest."

"Don't tell me what is in my best interest!" I shout as I try to push myself past the man. Unfortunately, this just aggravates him and he grabs ahold of me. In that instant, I know he is telling the truth.

"Your hand," I mumble with awe.

"Yes, what about it?" he asks impatiently as he moves me away from the crowd and to where I am guessing C-Sec is.

"It's so rough," I mutter incoherently. I can't believe what I am feeling, because his hand does not feel like a normal human hand. Not to mention the fact that his hand is extremely coarse, but it apparently has three fingers and talons on the end. What the freak? Either this is the real deal or someone has gone way too far with this joke. "Wait," I suddenly say.

"What."

Before he could even react, I grab his face. While I am not a big fan of people saying OMG, there is just one thing I have to say. Oh My God. His face is like nothing I have ever felt before. While I would like to believe that he is currently wearing a mask, I know that is not true. His face feels like part of a living thing. In the split second that I am touching his face, I can feel rough and uneven skin, his mandibles, his snub like nose, a device of some sort over his left eye, and spikes where hair should be. From Alex's past descriptions, this man is a turian.

After I come to this realization, the turian quickly grabs my hands and shoves me in front of him. "Miss, stop this now. I am taking you into custody for disorderly conduct. You are not helping yourself." Too stunned to say anything, I just let him lead me into his headquarters. Man, it's going to be a long day.

As soon as we step though the sliding doors of C-Sec headquarters, my guard scans my fingers, apparently searching for a birth certificate or some form of I.D. Guess, what he finds? Nothing, nada, zip. He does the scan several more times, probably searching different databases. Still nothing. Letting out an angry growl, my guard turns to me and drags me into an interrogation room. After shutting the door, he quickly asks, "Who are you? You don't have records from anywhere. Not Earth, the Citadel, any major world, or even colonies."

"Why don't you take a guess?" I respond with sarcasm.

"I have a better idea." Without a moments notice, he grabs me with this three fingered hand and pulls out everything in my pockets. All I have on me is what I brought to the bar: my phone, my headphones, and my wallet with my California's ID card (hey, it's not like I can get a driver's license). And you know what my guard does as soon he sees them? He freaks the fuck out.

"Who are you?" he asks again, completely confused.

"What? You can't read?"

"Yes, I can read English," he says with a snarl. "How do you think you can understand me? Don't think I didn't notice your lack of a translator." Getting back to his interrogation, he says "On this card, it says you, Cassandra Isabella Castillo, were born in 1988!"

"Yeah, so."

"It's 2182. That is two centuries old, and I know you humans can't live that long, even with all the technology in the universe," he says with a bark. "What did you do? Make a fake ID just to mess with C-Sec?"

"No of course not!" I reply just as furiously. I hate it when people accuse me of things I didn't do.

"Then what is it? You weren't born in 1988, that's for sure."

"Yes, I was!"

"Then prove it."

"Look at my other belongings. You'll find headphones and a cellphone. That cellphone is over a century and half years old. How..."

Letting his curiosity take over, the turian cuts in and asks, "Is that what this is?"

Confused, I answer, "Yeah, what did you think it was?"

"Honestly, I had no idea. Cell phones don't exist anymore. We just use our omni-tools now." Getting back on track, he continues "But that is beside the point. Where did you get this technology?"

"From home."

"Stop being so vague. Just tell me," he practically begs.

"I don't know what else to tell you."

"Fine," he says letting the issue drop, probably figuring that I wouldn't give him a straight answer. "Then can you explain to me how you got into the most secure area of the Citadel without a proper I.D?"

Ah, the question that I have been dreading the most; I was starting to wonder if he was ever going to ask. Okay, I got to think. What the hell happened last night? Let's start at the beginning. I went to the bar with my brother and best friend, who were just try to cheer me up after I got reject by yet another record label. I had a couple of shots with Megan and then I sang karaoke with Alex, which I totally kicked his ass at by the way (I have my Masters in Performance for voice). And after that I have no effin clue. It feels like a total blackout. None of my current memories hold an explanation for me, and I still don't even believe that I am in this fucked-up universe.

I, of course, do not have an answer for him. Letting out a defeated sigh, I reply, "I don't know."

"What do you mean 'I don't know?'"

"I mean exactly what I said. I have no idea how I got here. I just woke up in the middle of the presidium, with a bunch of aliens surrounding me."

"No, that is not possible," the turian, says more to himself than me.

"It is," I reply firmly. "Believe me I would tell you if I knew anything, but I don't. I'm just as confused as you are." I really hope he trusts me.

After a few minutes of silence contemplation, he tells me "I've got to bring this to my superiors."

Grabbing my arm once again, the turian gently leads me to a cell. "I'm sorry, but you have to wait here until everything is sorted out." Turning to leave, he pauses, "My name is Officer Vakarian by the way." And with that, he turns and leaves.

While it is cool I briefly met Garrus, it is so not cool that I am locked up in a cell. This is just great. It's not like someone can bail me out, if they even let you do that I guess. I can't call anybody, and I have no lawyer. Well, this sucks. I am going to live the rest of my life in prison, or at least for a few years. To make matters worse, once Garrus's superiors start asking me how I got here, I won't have an explanation. Heck, I don't even understand. (Not to mention the fact that I made an awesome first impression on Garrus. Go me!)

Even though I am still kind of freaking out, the cell that I'm in is actually comfortable, and no, I'm not being sarcastic. The cot I am currently laying on seems big enough to fit two very large men, and being only 5' 5" gives me plenty of room. The room even has a sink, toilet, and screen, which would allow me some privacy should I decide to use it. Not that I could tell if they were looking at me or not.

It just doesn't make sense. Traveling between universes just isn't possible! Even if it were, technology is not capable of this yet. The only way I could have gotten here is if someone, or something rather, put me here. Why anyone would put a blind musician here is anyone's guess. It's not like I could make a difference or anything. Yeah, let me grab a gun and shoot at the reapers; I probably end of shooting my own allies. The only advantage I have is that I know exactly what and where something is going to happen. "Wait, that's it!" I shout at the ceiling.

"Took you long enough," a familiar voice tells me.

"Wah!" I yell as I jump up and promptly fall off the cot. After I pick myself of the floor, I stare in the direction of the voice. "Uh…. Captain Anderson?"

"That is my name," he says with a chuckle.

"What are you doing here? And what do you mean 'Took you long enough?'"

"I am here to visit you of course. And you don't have to worry about C-Sec anymore. They are not pressing charges." After a few moments, I here a beep signifying the door to my cell has opened. "Come along" is all he says before he turns and starts to walk away. Jumping up, I follow Anderson out of the room and C-Sec, and into the Presidium Commons.

After several silent seconds of following Anderson, I can't take it anymore. "Where are you taking me? And what did you mean before?"

Laughing at my impatience, the Captain turns to me and says, "All I good time. For now, all you have to know is that we are going somewhere private." At this, I stop and glare at his voice.

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"You don't. But if you don't follow, you will never know how or why you are here."

Sighing loudly, I decide to follow the evasive man.

Eventually, Anderson and I make it to the residential area of the Citadel. From what I can gather, we appear to be heading into the upper-class area. Taking a second for myself, I pause and listen to everything around me. I can hear water bubbling in streams and ponds, and the beautiful songs of birds. The smell of lavender and gardenias seems to permeate the air, while I gently warm up as sunshine washes over my skin. Everything just feels so… serene. Seeing my awe, Anderson laughs and gently nudges me forward. As we continue on our path, I can't help but think about the destruction that is to take place. Why the Reapers would destroy something so beautiful is beyond me.

After several more minutes of walking, we finally reach our destination. It seems rather secluded for the Citadel, even more so than before. I don't hear anything besides wildlife and the sound of our feet hitting the ground. Anderson leads me into a building and up a flight of stairs. After a couple of turns, I am brought into a room and seated.

Seating himself in the opposite chair, Anderson turns to me and states, "So I guess you have a couple of questions for me."

"Yeah, I have a couple of questions for you," I growl, irritated that I couldn't ask my questions until now. "How do you know me?"

"I've known you for quite some time now. But we met at the bar last night," he says with a smug smile. I can hear it in his stupid voice.

"What?"

"We met last night after you had a couple shots. Don't you remember our conversion?"

"No, of course not! The last thing I remember was singing karaoke. Everything after that was a blur."

"Huh," he says after a some thought, "I better remind you then." Standing up, he walks over to me and presses his hand to my forehead.

Trying to pull his hand off, I yell, "Get off of me, you as…" Before I could finish that nice thought, I fall forward and get sucked into my own memories.

"Ha, that was awesome!" I yell at Alex. Megan just laughs along and says, "Yeah, you totally sucked out there."

"Yeah, well, what do you expect? I'm no singer," he responds with a defeated sigh as we walk up to the bar. Facing the direction of the clinking glasses, I hold up three fingers and wait for the bartender to come over.

"Three shots?"

"Yeah, the strongest you got," I say with a crazy smile.

"Alright, boss lady. Everclear, it is," the bartender laughs.

"Thanks," I say as he hands them to me. Turning towards Alex and Megan, I hand one to her and shove the other glass in Alex's direction. "Here, maybe this will numb the pain of your humiliation, you big baby."

"Well, at least my humiliation is making you feel better," he says as we clink our glasses together. In one fell swoop, we down our glasses and order a couple more. After 20 minutes of this, Alex and I are completely plastered. Megan, on the other hand, has passed out and is now lying on her side; let's just say she doesn't handle her alcohol very well.

I, on the other hand, handle it very well; I'm a depressive drunk, "Oh my god," I slur I as face Alex, "I suck."

Knowing exactly what I was talking about, he grabs my shoulders and tells me, "No you don't. I do. Remember what happened on…" Suddenly, Alex jumps out of his seat and makes gagging noises. "I've got to go," is all he says before he rushes towards a restroom.

As soon as he is gone, I slump forward in my chair. "Great, all alone and no one to talk to. My best friend is passed out and my brother is throwing up all over the restroom."

"Maybe, I can help with that," a deep voice tells me. He slides into the chair next to me and asks, "You okay?"

"Yeah," I reply with a wry smile. "I mean as good as a drunk 25 year old can be who has accomplished little in life."

"Do you really think you have accomplished so little?" he asks with curiosity.

For some reason, I feel completely relaxed when I to talk to him. He honestly seems interested in what I have to say, and so I tell him. "Yeah, I mean sure, I just graduated college and received my masters in Performance for voice, but I haven't really done anything to make a difference. I want my life to mean something. Even though I might be a singer one day, there is no guarantee I can even make it and that I will be able to reach people with my music. I mean look at what happened today; another label rejected me. There are just too many things that can go wrong."

"So, you want to make a difference?"

"Yeah. I think most people do, but most never get the chance or they are just too lazy. They just march along and get on with their lives. I don't want that to be me," I finish with a deject sigh.

"What if I could help you?"

"What?" I ask with surprise.

"What if I could give you that chance? What if you could save trillions of lives?"

Without any hesitation, I say "Of course."

"And would you give up everything you have, in order to do this?"

"In a heartbeat," I say, not fully realizing what's going on.

"Good," he says with a smile in his voice. The last thing I hear is his finger snapping.