Garrus

The day started, and once again the two survivors had to figure out what needed to be done. Garrus looked over at Joker, the poor man had just lost everything that ever really mattered. Garrus smirked and murmured, "Maybe I'm like the poor bastard. Losing someone so close to you. Hurts like hell." It was true, losing her wasn't easy, and he knew it wasn't going to be easy. What hurt the most was not knowing whether or not Shepard was out there, alive. He wondered if she was alright, or if she was in critical condition.

Hell, Garrus even remembered when the first Normandy exploded. He thought that he lost her. The one person who looked helped him; they trained each other mentally and physically. As he saw her coming to that cornered building when he was Archangel, he wasn't sure who it was at first. He thought it was some hopeless merc who had signed up to die. It wasn't until the female figure got closer when he realized that the N7 was on her armor. At that time, he felt is heart skip a few beats, as cheesy and cliché as that sounds. That's what happened.

Looking back at Joker, Garrus said, "I'm gonna go towards the beach and see if there's anything that I can find that's edible for the both of us." and he walked off without looking back. There was no need to even try to invite Joker to come with considering his bad leg and all.


As he walked in silence, he thought he saw something propped up that looked like armor, except he just took a little glance at it and quickly looked away. "Damn, must be hallucinating." He continued to walk towards the beach, hoping to catch some sort of fish. However, he didn't even to think to look at the ground, where the armor laid. Behind him was a trail of Turian footprints that walked over a name written in the sand. His name.

Garrus stood in the waves, feeling the cold water against his worn down armor. It never occurred to him that he wouldn't need it anymore; he always needed the armor when he was with Shepard and her crew. It felt like second nature to continue to wear it. With his hand, he tugged at the armor, and decided that fishing should take the top priority.

Surprisingly, Garrus had caught a lot of fish with the time that he had. Although he decided that he should stop, he was worried that Joker would do something stupid. As he walked back, he saw that the crippled man was starting to set up a fire. With a smile Garrus praised the man, "Good. You've started a fire," the Turian set down the fish on one of the blankets that was set out. Joker must have taken a nap while he was away. The alien looked away and cleared his throat suddenly, "I don't know how to really cook this stuff campfire style . . ." he could hear the pilot's laugh, except he heard another laugh along with it. The voice was feminine, Garrus quickly looked around the camp, looking for her bright face with her short brunette hair. Except Shepard was nowhere to be found. His heart sank, and the pilot seemed worried.

"Hey, Garrus, are you alright?" Joker asked.

The Turian looked over at Joker and nodded, "Yeah, everything is fine. Just start to cook the food. I thought I heard someone else—that's all." He knew that he should tell Joker, that's what made a team . . . right? Although he did look at Joker's face, and he saw the sadness in the human's eye. Garrus wasn't the only one who was missing Shepard.