Sorry for the short chapter guys, the original was so long I had to split a very small section of it off, the rest of the chapter should be up by tonight of tomorrow night
After the crash Liara could only remember snap shots, and short moments during her state of unconsciousness.
Miranda looming over her, Jack's voice in the distance yelling, "Well is she gonna be okay or not, princess?"
Then, another small memory.
EDI, glancing down at Liara and smiling, and then looking up at Miranda with concern, a small blur of black followed by Miranda's voice. "She's….. no…. this can't be… " and a loud beep coming from the monitor. "EDI we have an emergency! Sedate her! Quickly! DO IT NOW!"
Other than the jumbled, confused information only dreams encapsulated her surprisingly peaceful sleep.
No not dreams.
Memories.
Liara's nerves pinched at her stomach, she double checked how she looked in the mirror. Triple checked. She had never considered herself particularly attractive in any way, her skin was a naturally plain blue and her eyes were slightly odd in a sense that they never seemed symmetrical. She had no unique marking or design besides two black 'eyebrows' inherited from her mother. Liara's lips were dark, and her head changed colors, a slightly lighter blue dominating her crest and creating an awkward complexion differential around her forehead.
As far as her body, well, there was nothing particularly special to see. Liara was fairly thin and sometimes felt skeletal in figure despite her average sized breasts and bust.
Liara just… didn't see anything special.
But when she thought about the Commander seeing something, her heart raced and her skin seemed even more sensitive to touch. Her stomach flipped and she could not help but smile in an oddly painful way that made her think she was going to cry.
She fixed her clothing once more and took a deep breath, she felt her body strain with nerves. She was not very good at these types of things, and why should she be? This had never happened before. All she knew was that she wanted Shepard and that this could very well be her last chance. She might not come back from this mission. Shepard might not either.
Liara walked through the seemingly endless corridors of the Normandy towards Shepard's cabin. She tried to steady her breath and relaxed her tense shoulders. She arrived at the door and took a good ten minutes to calm herself down enough to speak.
The door opened and Liara did her best to put a confident face on. Her heart leapt out of her chest and her palms were starting to sweat.