Shepard stumbled out of Flux, clinging to railings and walls as he walked. As he moved, he grumbled and moaned. Rita, the waitress, had said that Shepard was lucky to be conscious, let alone alive. That wasn't exactly something Shepard was grateful for though.

A few steps yielded the staircase, and a few more after that yielded a nasty crash and landed Shepard on his ass. "Urgh... who put thesh shtairs here?"

A familiar voice echoed from down the hallway, "I don't know. Citadel Construction?"

Without getting up Shepard angled his head, "Wutta hell?"

The ridged face of the turian that voice belonged to appeared above him. A scaly hand descended to provide Shepard a means to get up. The turian's commander took his hand and was pulled up.

"How did you end up here? Tali said that when she talked to you an hour ago, you said that you were going to try and find a way to get us out of lockdown."

"I did look. We can rule out five of the glasses of ryncol in Flux. I should go back and conduct a full investigation..."

"You're an ass when you're drunk."

"You're an ass when I'm drunk."

"Shepard I-"

"I'm so tired..."

Garrus then tried to pull along his commander, but to no avail. Shepard just walked over to a wall and crouched down, "I'll just shleep here... I'm so tired..." Shepard's eyelids felt like led, and he let them fall. "Good...night... Garrus..."

"Holy crap!" Shepard yelped as he felt something splash in his face. Garrus immediately found himself face to face with Shepard's pistol, before Shepard realized what was going on and lowered it. "Sorry I-urgh... why did you do that?"

Garrus cocked his head and looked at Shepard like he was an idiot, "You wanted me to leave you passed out here? Think of what Udina would cook up."

"Oh... Well uh... thanks?"

"Yeah, no problem."

"Okay, you've made your point and... and soaked my civilian clothes. I'll go back to the Normandy, alright?" Without waiting for a response, Shepard began trudging back to the quick travel system to call a taxi down.

Unfortunately, he felt a scaly hand grasping at his arm, "One more thing."

"Garrus. Please. I need to go sleep this off."

"I just have one more question."

Shepard sighed and turned around, "My head is already pounding, that water was really cold."

"Yeah, sorry about that. Still, why were you drinking so much?"

Shepard sighed and fell against the wall again, his legs failing to keep him up. "You were on Virmire. You know."

Garrus sat by his tired friend and exhaled a deep breath. "Kaiden, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Shepard, maybe it's none of my business, but I definitely know that, at the very least, Kaiden wouldn't want you to do this. We had a mission. We still have a mission. You're our commander, act like one. I read your record when I joined up, isn't this the same kind of shit you did after Torfan?"

"After Torfan I turned into a vigilante, adopted some stupid pseudonym, and tried to kill every criminal I met. I was broken. I don't think I was sober for a whole year."

"And Kaiden wouldn't want you thinking about him if this is the result."

"Maybe... maybe you're right. Garrus..." Garrus sat up and helped lift Shepard off the floor. "Something tells me that you would prefer to have this conversation somewhere more private, it wouldn't go over well if someone caught you moping out here."

By the time they reached the Shepard's room on the Normandy, Shepard was close to tears, "I can't believe I let him die! I could've stayed or I could've-"

"There's nothing you could do Commander" Garrus repeated for what felt like the thousandth time. He let Shepard fall on the bed and sighed. Still, the Commander had helped him with Dr. Heart when he needed it, so his wasn't exactly about to turn him down just for being drunk. Shepard quickly began to snore, the Hero of Elysium was a dumbass and couldn't handle his liquor, that is, when he drank as much as he planned to.

Garrus just threw a blanket over Shepard and began to leave the room.

"Grrush?" Shepard moaned out through a rough pillow.

The turian sighed and turned around, "Yeah Shepard?"

"Ithurnkofyalikeabrudda." Shepard incoherently stated.

Even though the statement was unclear, Shepard's general sentiment was enough to make it slightly more worthwhile. "Thanks, Shepard." Garrus mumbled to himself as he walked out of the room, "I have no idea what you mean you insane drunk bastard, but you're a good friend to me too."

So yeah. This took me a month to write. Sad, right? Or is it more sad that I wrote this? Review and tell me!