When he woke up, the lights where dim. He could feel Kaidan's warm body pressed against his side. Both of his hands were wrapped tightly around Shepard's arm as if he was clinging on for dear life, which he was.
He gave the Major the once-over. His shoulder was wrapped in thick bandages, and there were bruises all over his soft brown face. A cut intersected his eyebrow. Shepard grinned sweetly knowing that they'd both have the same scar. One finger was wrapped in a splint, and he had a cast on his ankle. He wished for nothing else but to remain in that moment forever, but he had a job to do.
"Joker, sitrep," he ordered. His voice woke Kaidan.
"We're a day out from the rendezvous. Everyone else seems to be keeping up. We lost a third of our ships. Reports from Earth are...not good."
"I could've told you that. Any messages?"
"No, everyone's running silent."
"Casualty report?" he asked hesitantly. That's not something he really wanted to hear; a rundown of all the people he lost, all the people he failed.
"Tali, Cortez, James, Jack, Jacob, Anderson, most of the Rachni, most of Humanity, Earth," he said with contempt. Shepard couldn't tell if it was directed at him or the Reapers. At that moment, he could not care less either way.
"Any good news?"
"What do you think? What the hell happened down there, Shepard?" he questioned. "The Crucible was supposed to work! We were supposed to destroy them! It's gone! Everything is GONE! Everything is FUCKED!"
"I don't know," is all he could say. His words were drenched in solemn emotion. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply. "I don't know," he repeated.
He could feel Kaidan's warm breath on his skin. He wanted to disappear into his arms forever. He wanted to runaway with him to someplace else, anyplace else, to a different galaxy, a different universe. Kaidan placed a hand on his cheek for support and comfort while Shepard pulled him close and kissed his forehead. It burned with a slight fever from his wounds.
He still had Kaidan. That's all that mattered to him. If he lost Kaidan, he'd lose himself. Earth fell. Anderson was dead. Tali, Jack, Steve, James, Ash, Legion, Wrex; they were all gone. Billions of innocent lives sniffed out with ease. But keeping Kaidan alive was his only concern, his only focus.
He pushed him away, rose from the table, and turned until his legs dangled over the edge. A sharp dagger ripped through his lungs as he moved, and he thought about laying back down. His whole body was stiff, muscles aching, head pounding.
"Hey? Where are you going? You need to rest," said Kaidan with a firm voice.
"I need to get to the war room. We..."
"You're no good to us broken," interjected the Major.
"You wouldn't want me if I was broken? Thanks, K," he quipped. He turned to grab him by his thick black hair. The pain was excruciation but the kiss made it worth the trouble. "I didn't think so!" he snickered.
Kaidan laughed that soft laugh he used when Shepard caught him in a lie before admitting, "I'll take you any way I can, Love."
"Shepard, Hackett's on vidcom for you," Traynor interrupted.
"On my way," he said, slowly and carefully pulling on the shirt that was folded by the bed. He left the room without saying a word. Kaidan grabbed the crutches by his side and hobbled after him.
XoXoX
"We lost most of the Krogan in our retreat. Wreav...was among the casualties," relayed the Admiral. Shepard shook his head with frustration. His friends, his family, his allies, were falling left and right around him and he was powerless to stop it.
"Grunt made it to a Quarian ship. I'm sorry about Tali. She was a good egg."
"Thanks, Admiral." The words were meaningless.
"I'm afraid we also lost contact with Miranda. She had made her way onto the Citadel after you left. She was looking for a way to fire the damn thing. She's assumed M.I.A.."
"Any more 'good' new?" Shepard asked.
"We lost a third of our remaining fleet. I ordered all communications from Earth to cease. It...was too hard hearing all their cries for help. We, we've lost," he replied with stunned bewilderment.
"The Quarians lost a live ship. Some of the others refused to meet us at the rendezvous. A heavy assault has taken out communications with Sur'Kesh. Thessia went quiet days ago...It's only bad news," the admiral continued.
Shepard stood there hunched over the railing. His knuckles grayed as he gripped the metal to steady himself. During the last few weeks he saw planet after planet fall at the mercy of the Reapers. They fought back tooth and nail but it always, ALWAYS, ended in utter failure.
Every cycle before them had been through the same thing. Despair, destruction, dismemberment. Death. Their last hope was gone. Like the Protheans before them, they were going to lose. It was the first time that Shepard knew it to be true, the first time he admitted it to himself.
"Orders?" he asked the visibly shaken Hackett. The weight of the defeat was just as much his responsibility as Shepard's.
"I...I have none. Just try to stay alive. Try to keep your crew alive. Let's just make it to the rendezvous and go from there."
"Yes, sir."
"What?...No?!" he heard Hackett say over vidcom. "Shepard, Major Kirrahe just informed me that the entire Salarian Union went down along side the remaining Council fleet. They refused to follow us to the rendezvous. Instead, they made their way to Sur'Kesh."
"How's he holding up?"
"The comms went dark halfway through the transmission. His status is unknown."
"It just keeps getting better," he said as he felt his breathing increase. Suddenly, the room went dark.
XoXoX
He woke up back down in the infirmary two hours later. The bright lights pierced his pupils like a million hot needles. Kaidan was there holding his hand, sitting by the bed, head resting on the table. Shepard cleared his throat and the noise startled him as he looked up. His whiskey brown eyes met Shepard's fiery blues, and he did his best to force a smile.
"What happened?" Shepard asked.
"You're stubborn ass passed out," he lectured. "You died again, you coded twice! I told you NEVER to do that to me again!" It was worse than his fury on Horizon, on Mars.
"I..."
"You're sorry? Yeah...you say that a lot," Kaidan interrupted rolling his eyes. His words stung as did his grip on Shepard's arm, but there was no way he was going to let him go now.
"But I am," he said, looking at him with surprise that faded to a sly grin.
"I know, but you're not leaving that table until I say you can," he ordered with a forcefulness that Shepard had yet to see before. He liked it. He wanted more of it in every way possible.
The only ounce of sympathy, of empathy, he ever had, he gave to Kaidan. The only thing he ever loved, the only person he ever gave a shit about was sitting next to him. Kaidan had torn through his armored soul like it was tissue paper and was nuzzled so far into his chest that they were now one being.
He was still the fucked up little boy orphaned on Earth years ago. He was only fighting the Reapers out of pride and his sense of duty, but he was trying to save the galaxy for Kaidan. To keep him safe, to protect him like he promised that he would. He had finally found his soul mate and nothing was ever going to separate them again.
"We're coming up to the relay, Commander," said Joker. "The Geth have finished with the upgrades and have hacked its transmission software. We are clear to proceed to the rendezvous."
"Where's Hackett?"
"He's an hour behind us. The rest of the fleet are an hour behind that. Do we proceed?"
"No. We go together. No need activating the relay any more than necessary."
"Aye, Commander."
XoXoX
An hour later, the doors to the med-bay opened. Admiral Hackett walked through. His disheveled appearance did little to convey the chaos raging inside of him. He had the vague outline of a plan scattered throughout his mind.
"Shepard, no need to sit up. We are way past formalities," he assured him. He sighed deeply upon seeing the broken body of the galaxy's hero. Where had they gone wrong?
"Are you sure this will work?" he asked the Commander.
"No, but at this point, it's our only option."
"That's what we said about the Crucible."
"And at the time, we were correct. This is our last chance. We have to go! I don't see any other way."
"What if they're waiting on the other side?" asked Kaidan. He hesitated before answering his own question. "They're on this side, too. I guess it won't make much of a difference."
"I'm staying," said the Admiral. It was followed by a long pause. "I'm going to ask for volunteers to stay and fight. I don't know how much of a difference it'll make, but I have to do it."
Shepard knew his decision was a death sentence. The Reapers indiscriminately killed every sentient being they'd ever come across while the lower species were left to evolve for the next cycle. However, he was not about to argue.
"We lost the whole damn line of Turian Primarchs, I think Garrus is next, and two Quarian admirals. Samara and most of the Asari, too."
"DAMMIT," yelled Shepard. "They're taking everyone from me! I'm staying! I can't let them get away with this!"
"No, you're going through. Someone needs to lead them. You're the face of this war. They'll follow you...That's an order."
"Why? I failed them."
"Don't be so hard on yourself," said Kaidan rubbing his forearm. They were way passed rules and regulations at this point.
"I'm heading to the CIC. As soon as the ships arrive, I'll make the announcement. You take everyone else through the relay," instructed Hackett.
"And then what?" asked Kaidan. A look of confusion colored his face.
"And then you try to survive," he said as he turned to leave. "No one will ever know you went through the relay. We can't risk the intel getting back to the Reapers."
XoXoX
Once the remaining ships under Hackett's command arrived, the announcement was made. He asked for help to rejoin the fight for Earth as the rest of the intergalactic fleet continued on to their destination.
Most of the Krogan volunteered to go with him. A few were transferred to a Salarian ship in exchange for a potential Genophage cure. Mordin had altered his appearance and accompanied them under an alias. Shepard convinced Grunt not to go with Hackett, instead he went with Mordin. He wanted someone he trusted to lead the Krogan if they made it back from the other side.
The last two remaining leaders of the Human Race said their "goodbyes". Hackett entered the airlock before setting out with the Sixth Fleet. Before the door closed, Shepard was given a battlefield promotion to Admiral of the remaining ships.
Less than four thousand Krogan, a little over six thousand each of Hanar, Drell and Batarians, sixteen thousand Geth, twenty thousand Salarians, thirty thousand Turians, thirty-four thousand Asari, forty-four thousand Quarians, and sixty-two thousand Humans were under his control. It wasn't much, but it would have to do.
"Joker, we're going through first. We'll send a signal back if it's clear," said Shepard as he sat in the co-pilot's seat. Kaidan had helped him from the med-bay. He knew there was no way in hell, he'd be able to keep him confined to the infirmary.
"What if this doesn't work?" asked an unsure Kaidan.
"Then we die," Shepard replied with an emotionless expression. Kaidan squeezed his shoulder in a show of solidarity. Garrus stood behind them. The next time Shepard died, they were determined to go with him.
"Another suicide run? Why the fuck not?" said Joker as he hit the throttle.
The red glow from the Omega relay poured through the windows. Three of the four held their breath as they accelerated towards the galactic core. It had been less than a year since the trio, minus Kaidan, did the same thing when they defeated the Collectors. What would they find on the other side? Reapers? Collectors? Sanctuary? Certain death?
Shepard knew the Illusive Man had gone through it at least once since then to retrieve the Human Reaper. Right out of the relay, the debris field they encountered the first time around had dissipated some. He thought the Illusive Man probably had something to do with that.
"Okay, send the message, Joker," he ordered after they scouted the area. It was in an old Earth communication code so as not to call attention to themselves.
"Aye, aye, Commander."
Ships appeared out of thin air from the other side of the relay. In the past few hours, the ships were outfitted with a copy of a modified Reaper IFF software compliments of the Geth. If all else failed, as it had, they were to be an ark for the next cycle. Before going through, the captains were instructed to go against everything they were ever taught; they were told to run and hide.
Roll call was taken after every ship had arrived. A scheduled rotation was put into place for their contact with the Normandy. All nonessential communication was stopped. They were to float aimlessly camouflaged within the debris field until the Reapers retreated into the dark space.
Twenty minutes later, Dr. Chakwas made her way to the cockpit. She wanted to retrieve her two most difficult patients. Garrus had a hold of Shepard and Dr. Chakwas helped the Major as they turned to walk down the bridge corridor.
Out of nowhere, an alarm sounded and green lights flickered over head. In a split second, Shepard was pushed into the cockpit escape pod by Garrus who landed on top of him with a thud, heavy armor pressing into his ribs. He looked to his left and caught Kaidan's eye who was pushed in by Dr. Chakwas.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" screamed Shepard as they were jettisoned into space.
"A piece of debris hit the drive core. It flooded the entire ship with radiation. Everyone on board is dead," EDI's voice answered over the comms system.
"WHAT THE FUCK? How is that possible? We had our shields up! Why wasn't Joker notified so he could take evasive action? WHY DIDN'T YOU DO IT?! This sure as shit better not be one of your pranks!"
"It is not, and we did not. Harbinger clipped us, as Joker said, and knocked out quite a few of our systems. We tried our best to repair them all, but life support was more important than shields at the time," EDI explained. "I am sorry, Shepard."
"Why wasn't I informed? WHY? Wh..." He tried unsuccessfully to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.
Tears began to pour down Kaidan's face at the news. He buried his face in Shepard's tender chest and began to sob. Shepard showed no emotion. He was pretty much dead inside already. The only thing he felt was throbbing creeping through his body and Kaidan's warm hand on his. Maybe a hint of rage.
"LIARA?" yelled Garrus. "ANSWER ME!" he demanded.
"She is gone, Garrus," replied EDI. "Everyone is gone. Traynor, Adams...Joker."
"WHAT? That can't be right! We were just onboard and everyone was fine. Just take us back."
"Garrus, there are no life signs on board the Normandy. Everyone is dead. The ship needs to be vented of radiation before you can return."
"No...no, that can't be right. We lost our homes; we were not supposed to lose our friends! We're supposed to be safe here, Shepard!" demanded Garrus as he tried his best to console Dr. Chakwas who was near hysteria.
"We aren't safe anywhere, Garrus," Shepard replied. "I'm sorry...it's, it's all my fault...i should've..."
His conversation with the Catalyst raced through his mind. He pulled Kaidan as close and as tight as he could. Pain be damned! He may have doomed the entire galaxy to death, but somehow he still had Kaidan. And for him, maybe that was enough, maybe that would forever be enough.
"No, it's the Reapers' fault!" Kaidan managed to say as Shepard tried to wipe away his tears. "What do we do now?" he asked, his brown eyes pleading for guidance and comfort, Garrus' beady ones doing the same.
"We follow Hackett's order...we try to stay alive."
A/N: I hope this was not too OC or unbelievable with the Omega Relay. And that killing off the rest of the crew didn't seem too forced. I had a goal to kill off as many people as I could. Joker deserved to die on his ship, but Shepard still needed it. Prologue coming soon.
