A/N: My eyes are blood-shot, my box of fags are empty, all the pepsi-max is gone and I need sleep. Andraste's tits I never want to write a chapter that fast again, I think I have writer's whiplash. But on a much happier note...it was those positive reviews, favorites and story alerts that motivated me to get this done as soon as possible. Not just that but when I got started I couldn't stop thinking about it. Every bloody time I tried to play L.A Noire I had to pause it and quickly type something else that sprang to mind. I have read over it twice and my eyes KILL!...Bill? Argh it's too late to be cracking crappy jokes Sami now go to your room! I have no sanity left, none what so ever. Oh yay! I will begin writing the next chapter tomorrow, but Sam you have maths revision you don't want to fail again! Surely you cannot be serious? I am, and don't call me Shirley :O In the name of Udina's douchebagness 'THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!' Nevertheless by kingdom come thy will be done. If there are some grammatical errors in that chunk of writing then let me know and it shall be dealt with, fatally!

"Once upon a time, a woman was picking up firewood. She came upon a poisonous snake frozen in the snow. She took the snake home and nursed it back to health. One day the snake bit her on the cheek. As she lay dying, she asked the snake, "Why have you done this to me?" And the snake answered, "Look, bitch, you knew I was a snake." - Old Indian, Natural Born Killers.

I do not own Kill Bill or Mass Effect, they belong to their rightful owners...which is not me...unfortunately (That rhymed.)


"She killed Tali?"

"And the biotic you met at the chapel," Garrus added to his dismay.

He had went against Miranda's advice of laying low and he wasn't confident about talking to his contacts over the extranet anymore. As far as he was concerned there was no such thing as a secure channel.

So he met who wanted to speak to in person regardless of how much Tuchanka was up there on his list of the the last places he wanted to be in the universe.

The krogan before him stared at the turian and pondered his words. Death was a usual occurrence on Tuchanka. Fearsome krogan would fight till their last breath before giving up on what they believed in and were known for holding heavy grudges.

Shepard in this case was no different.

"She always was too stubborn to just die wasn't she?" the krogan asked though it sounded more like a statement than a question.

Garrus sighed and rubbed his fringe absentmindedly, that one doubt always did float around in his mind when he had shot her.

"Wrex I came here to warn you," the turian voiced grabbing the distant krogan's attention instantly.

"About Shepard?" Wrex answered in a mocking tone.

Garrus ignored the krogan's inability to grasp the seriousness of the situation. "You've seen what she has done already, I have no doubt that she will come for you."

Wrex leaned back on the solid concrete chair and eyed the turian. It had taken a lot of pull on his part to actually get Vakarian planet-side. Neither one of his people were too keen on the idea of having a turian waltzing around the place.

The battle-worn krogan was expecting a full emasculation from the other clan leaders for it. He would just have to shoot them in the kneecaps to make them remember who ran things around here, who let them have the right to live in a rebuilding society as opposed to wondering the wastes like dim scavengers.

"Is this a friendly concern Vakarian?"

Garrus gave a short chuckle. The two of them rarely did get along back on the SR1, but that didn't stop Shepard from taking them both on every mission. The turian had been by the prick of a krogan's side in the battle against Saren.

When it came to skill they were the perfect combat duo. Garrus had his six while Wrex charged ahead.

Shepard was a good leader. It was just a shame she couldn't carry that title on.

"Of course Wrex, it would break my heart if something was to happen to you," Garrus responded sarcastically with a raise of a plated brow.

Wrex leaned forward. "Don't push me Vakarian, I wouldn't lose sleep over my men putting a bullet in you," he retorted as a playful warning. He half meant what he had said and half didn't.

"Touche Wrex." The turian clasped his hands behind his back and cleared his throat. "If Shepard kills you then that is a big blow for us against the Reapers..."

Garrus looked around the concrete buildings that were practically piles of rubble and were falling apart. "Let's be honest here, your people would not be able to civilly get together and find a new leader to guide them. There would be wars and heavy loses."

Wrex gripped the beige lump of rock that he sat on. To krogans it was considered a throne. To him it was just another piece rubble that made him seem higher than the rest of the people in his aggressive race.

"I am not one to let guilt plague me Vakarian..." he began in an intimadating tone.

The turian thought he was so damn smart, when Wrex was sure he could smell uncertainty on his plates perhaps even a touch of fear.

The krogan stood up from his seat and walked straight past Vakarian who was beginning too look impatient.

Turians weren't exactly known for their ability to sit tight, just look at the first contact war for proof. Then again Wrex's people weren't ones for standing on the wall waiting to get picked either, they liked to control the pitch.

Wrex stood on the edge of the rock that he considered to be his space, the place where his people could come and inform him of news and on a daily basis and penalize his decisions.

Tuchanka was a shit-hole, but it was a rebuilding shit-hole. Every planet had their flaws, his planet just didn't cover it up with needless monuments and bureaucracy.

He kept his gaze on the setting sun, not bothering to give Vakarian any attention. He could wait. Here his rank meant nothing.

"That woman deserves her revenge...and we deserve to do die," Wrex whispered into the stale air.

Garrus stood behind the red krogan with slack jawed mandibles. This wasn't exactly the best time for Wrex to start becoming sentimental.

"Wrex I know we have never seen eye to eye," Garrus declared walking over to where the krogan stood lost in his own thoughts. "But you need to understand that Shepard will find you and she will kill you if you do not do something about it."

Everything the blue tattooed turian said was true. Wrex honestly believed Shepard metaphorically had a heart of a krogan. But he had values, he never walked away from a fight and he was certain that Garrus already knew that. The man was just wasting his breath.

"If Shepard wants to come here and fight me then I say let her, and if the Reapers want to join in then I guess that'll make things a hell of a lot more interesting."

Wrex meant every word that left his scarred lips. In actual fact he was looking forward to facing Shepard, he could feel his blood boil and pump in anticipation. He wanted to feel the rush of battle again.

It had been years since he had faced someone that was worthy in a fight. Who better than the infamous Shepard?

Garrus' jaw moved to speak only to find that no words would exit his throat. You could not talk a krogan out of fight no matter how illogical it was.

He would need to hastily sort out some kind of back up plan just in case his fears did come true.

Shepard alone was just about the right kind of challenge for Wrex but Shepard with a thirst for blood and a team at her disposal unbalanced the odds.

With a click of his feet Garrus turned to walk away finally able to be rid of Tuchanka. He had said his piece, it was up to Wrex to decide what he planned on doing with the information handed to him.

"Vakarian?" Wrex called out halting the commander without a ship in his tracks.

Neither of the men looked at each-other, both frozen and facing opposite directions.

"How do you feel about Shepard awakening from that coma of hers?"

That peaked Garrus' full attention. He spun round to find that Wrex had done the same and had a genuinely curious glint in his red eyes.

"Shepard is out to pick us off one by one how do you think I feel?" Garrus answered dismissively trying to put the krogan off by answering his question with another question.

Unfortunately for the turian Wrex wasn't like most krogan. He had actually left Tuckanka soil the moment he was able to and became quite knowledgable after encountering all types of situations and species in the vast expanse of space.

He guessed that the reason why so many people did not pick up on the fact was because his krogan instincts told him to let his rage guide him, not his brain. It had worked well for him so far.

"Didn't you guys have a thing once?" he pressed hoping to get a rise out of the uptight turian.

According to Wrex, Vakarian was just one of those guys that you couldn't work out. You never knew were you stood with him. It wasn't exactly a particular trait that he was a fan of.

Garrus' eyes drilled into Wrex's large frame in an intimidating gesture and bared his teeth, something which turians tended to do when they were pissed off with someone. It was a warning to the unlucky son of a bitch who had managed to provoke their bad mood.

"It was more than a thing," Garrus growled using whatever self control he had left to stop him from attacking the entertained krogan.

At any moment Garrus could readily pounce the bigheaded krogan. However he guessed that he would only attract a group of young krogans with hardcore mood-swings ready to defend their clan leader. He also concluded that Wrex was aware of that fact too. Bastard.

The display of a turian tensed up, teeth barred and growling was something that would be more than enough to tell the unfortunate victim it was aimed at to back down.

But not Wrex. In fact he was amused that he had even managed to provoke the laid-back turian.

He shot back a twisted grin towards Garrus feeling splash of smugness over getting him to lose a bit of self control. Then his face became one of seriousness again.

The krogan was more than intrigued as to what Garrus' game was, being able to get him that worked up was just a bonus.

"I can understand the appeal of a woman such as Shepard, she's different from most humans. But if what you both had ran deeper then what I thought...you really are a pathetic excuse of a turian you know that?" Wrex said emphasizing his point by looking Garrus up and down with disgust.

"So I have been told on many occasions," Garrus joked darkly. He couldn't help trying to lighten up the grim conversation, but it didn't mean the statement wasn't true. He himself didn't believe that he was a good example of a turian at all.

Wrex walked over to his status fueled chair and slumped down against it, observing Garrus before him with a dark look that eased away gently as the seconds passed by.

"You know Vakarian I don't blame you for what you did to Shepard, hell I even tried to do that to someone close to me," Wrex confessed still maintaining his tough exterior to Garrus' surprise.

Garrus remained silent gesturing for Wrex to continue.

"Her name was Aleena, she was an asari commando. I was sent to kill her and I didn't hesitate. You can't afford to let your emotions overrule you when you know that person must die. I couldn't respectively call myself a krogan if I did," Wrex explained getting lost in old memories.

"Before I could get to her, the station we were on was about to blow to hell, so I had to make a quick escape-"

"I'm sorry Wrex but what is there point to this story of yours?" Garrus rudely interrupted.

The turian came here to give the stubborn prick a message. One that he refused to acknowledge or do anything about. He didn't have time for a long rant.

Wrex grunted in aggravation. "My point you impatient bastard is that when I escaped on the shuttle a part of me didn't feel right knowing that I let her die in that explosion. It just felt wrong, and it went against every fibre in my body. Not a minute later she sends me a message saying 'Better luck time' and that feeling of guilt and disgust, something which we krogans are not familiar with, disappeared."

Garrus shook his head. He was grateful for once that Wrex was willing to converse rather than let his shotgun do the talking however the turian was still pissed off from earlier.

"The situations are not the same," Garrus voiced confidently regardless of how much weight and relevance Wrex's words carried.

The krogan grinned yet again and adjusted his position so that he was leaning on his elbows on the edge of his seat in a intellectual manner.

"Aren't they?" he stabbed back. "Tell me, what made you stop that Cerberus woman from killing Shepard back at the hospital?"

From the way Garrus's eyes widened Wrex could tell that he had hit yet another nerve.

"I have morals Wrex, and killing someone when they are sleeping is a cowardly thing to do," Garrus explained as a matter of fact.

Wrex shook his head. The turian had matured over the years he would give him that.

When they had first met Vakarian was a naive kid hellbent on bringing people to justice. As time went on he began to learn that not everything was as black and white as he made it out to be.

"So you're telling me it was morals that made you prevent her certain death, not guilt?"

Garrus swallowed a golfball of a lump in his throat hoping that Wrex did not notice it. He pondered on answering Wrex's question but opted to not give the damn krogan the satisfaction.

"I don't have to answer to you Wrex," Garrus stated causing the krogan to shoot him a deadly glare.

The turian slowly began to walk away, carrying the heavy weight of the conversation with him.

"I hope for the sake of our fight against the Reapers that you do something about Shepard other than waiting for her to turn up," Garrus called out as his way of a farewell.

Wrex watched Vakarian make his way up the chipped steps of the building to his left and dissapear from his line of sight.

He wasn't sure what made him feel more on edge. The amount of whiny krogans he would have to deal with regarding Garrus' presence or the fact that Shepard rightfully wanted to spill his blood all over Tuchanka's soil.

He gave a tired sigh. "Fucking turians."