A/N As the first chapter layout was terrible lets try again the story is a bit slow to get into but it will get there thanks to LuckyF and daftkitykat for the follow and tccarty for the advice. People may hate me for how I have messed up the stories and this is only a start! (Spelling and grammar I apologize for it really is not my strong point)

Disclaimer: so I don't own Mass Effect or any of there ideas but I like to twist them around into a squishy messed up ball!

Chapter 2

Anderson's guilt

Anderson sat in his quarters on the Normandy, his dress blues jacket slung over the office chair and unbuttoning his shirt so he could breath a little easier; he sat down and pressed on the intercom

'Joker, how long till we arrive?'

'ETA 1 hour 34 min until we reach the Artimus tau cluster and…add 20 minuets to that to reach Macedon '

Anderson sighed and decided it was now or never to go get his XO and knowing her he would have to drag her kicking and screaming from whatever trouble she had gotten herself into.

'Joker tell Alenko and Jenkins I want them in the shuttle bay suited and ready to go when we reach Macedon…..'

'Roger that captain'

Joker turned around and saw Kaidan looking at him with that damned annoying eyebrow raised in curiosity and smirked

'Here that Kaidan? Looks like you get a field trip with the FNG and the Captain…best polish those boots don't want to give a bad impression right?'

'My boots are always polished I can keep them clean unlike your damned mouth'

'Hey hey' Joker raised his hands in mocked defense 'its not just my mouth that's dirty give me credit …my mind is far worse'

Kaidan smiled and turned round to walk away from the cockpit before Joker shouted ' your hair is fine, it don't need combing again mate'

Kaidan didn't bother to turn round he just replied with a hand gesture that made Joker laugh and he went off to find Jenkins to let him know to be ready to be suited up and to be ready to go groundside when they arrive.

Joker leaned back in his chair and placed a hand over the control panel…yah he loved this ship she was everything he had ever wished for and more, that moment he first took her through the Sol relay his heart dropped to his stomach she was so smooth and beautiful, he really was in love with her and couldn't wait to get Eden Prime to really start putting her through her paces, though something was eating him up. Just before they left Arcturus they had a guest board the ship, a Turian Spectre….Joker didn't mind Turians as long as they didn't have a gun to his head they didn't bother him but this one was a Spectre a damn Spectre! What the hell was a Spectre doing on board? Alenko tried to reassure him telling him it makes sense for the council to send someone to oversee this shakedown, and a Turian could see how there investment went but seriously a Spectre? A Turian general or something he might understand but this was way above his understanding and pay grade so of course he wouldn't understand.

Anderson hated keeping everything from the crew but he was told this was on a need to know basis and the Specter on board did not help the situation, scuttlebutt was seriously churning out some rather interesting stories as to what was going on…none of them true but he had to watch what rumor's where spreading and he needed to get his XO and he needed her to behave!

The year 2512 CE

Anderson stood there dressed in the finest suit he had ever worn, he looked up at Jonathan who was stood there in his Alliance blues nervously fiddling with his fingers, Jonathan Shepard was standing at the alter waiting for his finance Hannah to finally walk down the aisle to become his wife, Anderson was honored that John asked him to be his best man, though he was a fair bit older than himself Anderson grew up next to the Shepard's in London and soon became friends with John who played with him as a child and when Anderson's parents died in a shuttle crash the Shepard's took him in. So Jonathan Shepard became his friend and brother and could not wait until he could follow in his footsteps and join the Alliance.

The year 2154 CE, April 11th

'Hold on Hannah he is on his way…hold on hold on!'

Anderson was clutching the screaming Hanna's hand; she was breathing hard and fast, the midwife looked up to Anderson

'She is going to have to start pushing soon….we cant wait much longer'

'NOOOOOO' Hannah screamed clutching Andersons hand, digging her nails in until they drew blood 'I need John…John needs to be here'

Anderson looked concern but he would not leave his best friends wife to do this on her own….John had to show up soon, he spared a glance at his omni tool, it had been 2 hours since Hannah went into labor and she couldn't hold on much longer.

Just as Hannah let out a scream the door burst open and John stood there sweating and panicking, he ran over to Hannah who without any warning slapped him hard across the face

'Where the FUCK have you been, I am being ripped apart here'

John looked at her with a grin on his face and kissed her on her nose just before she let out another scream,

'Ok now Mrs. Shepard, push!' the midwife looked relived that could finally get the baby out of her patient.

Anderson went to leave the room but John with his spare hand grabbed him and muttered under Hannah's screams 'don't leave me mate, she might kill me…or I might faint and you need to be here to meet your Goddaughter'

The day John and Hannah found out about the sex of the baby they decided they wanted to call her Victoria after Johns great grandmother and then they asked Anderson if he would be her godfather, it was an old fashioned term that held hardly any meaning to it in todays age, but it was a honor and something he would take seriously, so Anderson accepted and so now he stood next to the hospital bed waiting for his Goddaughter to come into this world.

The year 2157 CE

The year Anderson graduated from the N7 academy was the year his life would change forever, though he spent most of his time at the academy he tried to spend as much time with little Victoria, who stole his heart away with the cute little red curls and bright green eyes that looked up to him in curiosity and wonder, but becoming an N7 he knew he would never be able to spend as much time as he would of wanted to with her, but he was wrong. He was sitting in the mess hall of the SSV Agincourt when the news came in Shanxi was attacked, a few hours later he was on a video call with grief stricken Hannah Shepard…Jonathan was dead.

Present day

Anderson looked at the photo on his desk, it was at Victoria 1st birthday party, in the garden at the family home in England, they looked all so happy, he glanced at the face of Jonathan and guilt spread through him, he failed as a Godfather, failed as friend and as a brother, but he will do his damn hardest to make up for it.

With that in mind and stood up heading to the shuttle bay to suit up, time to go and fetch Victoria.

A/N Please R and R! Any feedback would be great and sorry it's taking some time to get to the story…not long now though