I'll Follow You
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Garrus Vakarian had never believed in ghosts.
"She wanted me to tell you that... that she was sorry for not keeping her promise." Tali was putting all of her effort into not letting her voice crack.
She had followed him from the dock, seemingly to make sure he was okay. But how could he be okay?
Shepard was dead.
She wasn't coming back.
But she seemed to follow him everywhere. Constantly whispering: sorrysorrysorry.
Because that's what she would do.
Because she'd never broken a promise before.
I'll always come back for you. Promise.
And he had to believe that somehow she would keep that promise, no matter that she was simply gone.
She fidgets in front of him in a way that he has come to find endearing, if out of character.
"What's wrong?"
She gives a shy smile that he can't help but love.
He loves her.
"Just... would you not rather something closer to home? Something less strange?"
He responds by pulling her closer to him, loving the way her soft skin feels against his hard plates.
"I love you," he tells her. It's not an answer, but it is, and she knows it. He loves her and never wants anything else.
"I love you too."
The words are too small, too simple, and yet they are the most important words he has ever heard.
On the transport to Omega he was sure that he could feel her hand in his, reassuring him as only she could, her too-many, slim fingers odd against his own, and yet utterly right.
He wonders what it would take to get him back on the Normandy.
"Finish your Spectre training," she tells him, answering his question before he could even ask. "Don't get wrong; I would love nothing more than to kidnap you and keep you hidden away in my quarters, but that might cause more than a few logistical problems..."
"Ah, so is this the part in the relationship where I discover all of your secret kinks?"
She snorts. "'Secret' kinks? Have you seen me try to keep secrets, Garrus?"
"Well there was that one about you falling for me. I'll admit, I didn't see that one coming."
She responds by kissing him gently. He had never been kissed before her, but he couldn't imagine another being bringing forth these emotions in him with such a simple brush of contact with his plates, not even the sensitive skin underneath. "That was all down to you, sweetheart."
Sometimes he would think about what Shepard would think of his escapades on Omega, but every time he began to worry, he could swear that he felt her cool, reassuring hand on his arm, squeezing lightly to assure him that he's doing the right thing.
He both loves and hates watching her leave. On the one hand, she's leaving. But, on the other, the way she sways her hips is utterly intoxicating.
"See ya, sweetheart." She had recently taken to calling him that but had yet to tell him what it meant.
Wrex simply snorted in response but Ashley spluttered as if Shepard had said something truly shocking.
He would have to figure out what 'sweetheart' meant...
The night he had been betrayed, he was sure that he had felt her arms wrap around him in comfort. Her scent had enveloping him, providing him with some much sought peace.
It was both reassuring and sorrowful.
She wasn't coming back.
She would never come back.
She had broken her promise.
Sorrysorrysorry.
I'm so sorry, sweetheart.
The mercs had him surrounded, he was out of clever ideas.
She couldn't come back to him.
But he could go to her.
AN: I was feeling down, so you guys get an angsty fic, because that's how I roll. Plus side: we all know what happens next. ^^