Garrus received a message from Shepard to meet her on Omega. As usual, he obliged, though he was hesitant. There was a certain level of danger and corruption that always existed on Omega. Plus, people always wanted his head after the Archangel situation. There was always the worry that someone would find out who he was and would find him. Most of him doubted it.
The turian had spent the last hour pacing through alleyways and dark hallways. Lights flickered and the stench of garbage permeated through the air. Garrus scowled. He never did like Omega. He was grateful to be away from the hellhole.
And that was all thanks to Shepard.
The turian found himself walking the same route for the second time when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned and smirked. "Shepard."
Shepard stood still. Her eyes were dark and cold, they were lacking their usual spark. There was no excitement or ambition. Something in her expression made her seem attached and foreign. She looked as though she wanted to kill him. The commander continued to approach him, her hand dangerously close to the pistol holstered at her side.
"Shepard..." Garrus's voice wavered between caution and humor. He assumed she was teasing him, making false threats, it was something she did on occasion. But his fears were confirmed when she simply took her pistol out and pointed it at him straight on. It was loaded with thermal clips and ready to fire.
When the first shot sounded Garrus already jumped to the side. He then speedily advanced towards Shepard with a look of disbelief. He grabbed her arms and struggled with her, forcing her arms up over her head and knocking the gun from her hands. With a swift kick, the gun was a safe distance from them both. He forced her against a wall.
"What the hell, Shepard?! What were you thinking?"
Shepard spat at him and began to laugh. It was a cold and malevolent sound. Garrus shivered. Then the turian heard a thunderous bang. His heart dropped. Shepard had a bullet hole in her forehead. A red trail oozed down her face and the commander's eyes became cloudy. She went pale and her muscles all simultaneously relaxed, causing her body to slouch against the turian's chest. "Shepard!" Garrus screamed. He cradled her bleeding head.
"Garrus?"
The turian froze. That was Shepard's voice. He looked at the limp body in his arms and then slowly turned around. It was indeed Shepard's face. She was utterly puzzled..
"Garrus, who is that?" Shepard pointed at the body in his arms, cautiously approaching the turian.
"You." He responded. Almost immediately after, a strange light surrounded the body in his arms and flickered sporadically. The body revealed a female, very different in appearance from Shepard. A closer look at the armor exposed the true nature of the mock Shepard. She was from a small group of Assassins that worked out of the slums of Omega. Garrus dropped the body and stumbled backwards. Shepard sighed and put a comforting hand on Garrus's shoulder.. "I guess Aria was right, anyone could be wearing my face." She attempted to make a joke, but Garrus saw no humor in the situation.
He thought he had lost her for a moment.
Garrus nodded his head and clasped his fingers with Shepard's and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I guess so."