Johannes Shepard tapped Wrex on the shoulder while they waited out in the lobby. The scowling Krogan glanced up at him. The bounty hunter was looking even more grumpier than usual which was a cause for some concern.

"Whatever you do, be nice to him, Wrex. That's an order." Shepard told him.

"Why?"

"He's a kind of doctor. He just wants to make sure you're okay." Shepard explained. Wrex seemed to chew it over. That's when he noticed Garrus.

"Well, if he can make the Turian look like a sourpuss after only forty five minutes, he can't be that bad." Wrex mumbled. Shepard wasn't quite sure how to take that so he just decided to leave it. Hopefully Wrex wouldn't bend an order too much.

"Urdnot Wrex?" Lucas asked, standing back in his doorway.

"Yeah?" Wrex grumped

"I'll be counseling you next."

"Why?" the Krogan asked. Lucas was immediately thrown off. This never happened before.

"...Well, I'm not going in any particular order. I could choose someone else, if you'd like."

"What I would like is to be doing anything else but this." Wrex growled.

"...I see...very well...any volunteers?" Lucas asked.

"But I'll go anyway." Wrex interrupted and stood up. Lucas just very slightly shook his head.

"As you wish." the counselor shrugged.

Wrex scowled, taking the room in one glance while standing in front of the Lieutenant's desk. Lucas offered a hand to him for a handshake.

"Lieutenant Lucas Von Seraph. I hope this won't be too painful, Wrex." Lucas stated nervously. Wrex kept his hands crossed in front of his chest.

"For your sake, neither do I."

"Haha...right. Well, you may take a seat." Lucas offered, becoming rather anxious. Wrex abruptly sat down.

"That's an interesting gun you have up there." Wrex commented in reference to the rifle on the top of Lucas' shelf. The counselor immediately grabbed the opportunity to defuse the situation.

"L96A1 sniper rifle. One of the best rifles of its kind back in the day." Lucas explained.

"Yes...you snipers are the sneaky type." the Krogan muttered. Lucas frowned.

"I take it you don't like snipers."

"Who does? Not even snipers like snipers."

"Fair enough. Anything else you don't like?" Lucas asked.

"Mindless jabber, uselessly waiting around, bitter cold...that's about it." Wrex listed. Lucas immediately started pulling out papers on Wrex. He needed to change the subject.

"Your records show that you're one of the few Krogan Battlemasters left. Right now you're a bounty hunter." Lucas reported.

"Want to make something of it?"

"Um...no." Lucas muttered before dropping a very thick stack of papers on his desk with a heavy thud.

"And that's the record you have at C-Sec. You have quite your share of petty disturbances." Lucas observed. Wrex chuckled heartily.

"Haha. I'll tell you now. What's in that little pamphlet you got there ain't nothing compared to all the stuff I've done." Wrex announced proudly. Lucas paled.

"I-I see...anyway..."

"Listen Lieutenant, I don't have all day to chat with you. You're a doctor, just probe my mind and be done with it."

"Wrex, I don't probe minds, at least not how you're suggesting. I get a sense of people's personalities and emotions. The only way I can do that is by talking." Lucas explained. Wrex sighed unhappily.

"Fine...we'll talk."

"All right, Wrex. What do you think of the rest of the crew?"

"Garrus is a bit naive. He's also a wimp. Ashley's good in a firefight, but that's about it. She's quite a...what's that human expression for a bad female...I believe it starts with a 'b'..."

"Just continue Wrex."

"Tali talks too much. Alenko had the potential to be a good biotic but he got nuked. What a way to go. Liara's too soft. If it weren't for her biotics she'd be mincemeat a long time ago. Far cry from Aleena."

"Who is Aleena?"

"Old Asari commando friend of mine that I tried I kill." Wrex shrugged. Lucas blinked as if trying to find a way to make that all compute. He just shook his head.

"How about Shepard?"

"He's okay. He helped me get back my family armor and all. He needs to let out his aggression more often, though. He keeps it pent up. When he does let it out it can be quite hysterical to watch, but it's a waste of anger. He should let it out at every chance he can. That way it be more useful."

"Wrex, you have quite the violent tendencies. Don't you think that's a little...wrong?" Lucas offered cautiously.

"How so?"

"Violence often leads to unnecessary loss. A lot more can be kept through negotiation and diplomacy."

"Not my fault you pipsqueaks can't hold up to getting shot even ten times." Wrex shrugged.

"Not all of us are built like Krogans."

"And it's not my fault you people don't spend enough time in the gym." Wrex retorted. Lucas sighed.

"Hmm...there were comments about you asking everyone on the elevators about who they thought would win in a fight between them and the Commander." the counselor brought up.

"A legitimate question. Is it wrong to try and make conversation?"

"Of course not."

"Good." Wrex retorted.

"Who do you think would win if you got in a fight with him?"

"Me." Wrex answered flatly like it was the most obvious thing in the galaxy.

"I won't argue with that." Lucas muttered.

"You better not."

"The Commander mentioned that you're rather sensitive about the Genophage. You did try to save your people once. Do you harbor any feelings against the Turians and Salarians?"

"No...not unless they choose to be a dick about it or believe themselves superior for it. We Krogan probably would have done the same given the chance. Actually no, we would've done something worse." Wrex grinned macabrely. Lucas chuckled nervously.

"The Commander also mentioned you became upset on Virmire. Your feelings are completely legitimate and you handled yourself...uh...well. The only question is if you and the Commander are okay on that now." Lucas stated.

"He's not my girlfriend, stop making it sound like such a relationship." Wrex snapped.

"I did not mean to imply-"

"No, we're good. No one needs to worry about it."

"I see. How about you? How do you feel about your efforts to try and save your people?"

"I did what I could. I ended up killing my own father. My people don't want to hear it and I can't change who we are. That's why I try to stay away from it."

"Indeed, it is quite a monumental problem. However, do you feel like you're just running away from your problems?"

"I can't solve this one, Lieutenant."

"Fair enough...or are you running away from your father?"

"My father is dead. Why would I run from him? Dead men don't bite."

"In a metaphorical sense, Wrex." Lucas explained. The Krogan did not say anything except scowl more.

"I am not a coward." Wrex growled.

"I'm not saying you are, Wrex. Emotions can sometimes be our biggest fears. It is completely understandable if you are still having a hard time about what happened between you and your father. It's just a matter of making peace with it." Lucas explained.

"You trying to make me cry, Lieutenant?"

"Oh heavens, no. The absolute last thing I would want to see is a Krogan cry." Lucas shuddered.

"Look, what happened between me and my father was unfortunate. The old man had it coming to him. He should have listened when he had a chance. He never listened to me. Ever." Wrex grumbled. Lucas had stood up and walked around and was now leaning back on the front of his desk so he could hear the Krogan better."

"Why do you say that?" Lucas asked.

"He just never did. Always had wars to fight. Even when I just a little Krogan he never had time for me."

"You resent that?"

"No." Wrex grumped.

"Very well..."

"And there at the Crush, the one time I thought he'd wise up and at least listen to me, and I end up killing him." Wrex muttered. Lucas did not say anything. That's when he saw something he was certain was a sign of the apocalypse.

Wrex shed a tear.

"Why didn't he listen to me? He'd still be alive today!" Wrex sobbed. Lucas meanwhile was terrified out of his mind. Was it even possible for Krogan to cry? The massive battlemaster covered his eyes with his claws, trying to dry the tears. Wrex wasn't the only one distressed. With utmost caution, Lucas placed a comforting hand on the unhappy Krogan's shoulder.

"It's okay Wrex. No one can blame you for what happened and how you feel. This isn't your fault." Lucas reassured. What happened next horrified the psychologist even more. In his grief, Wrex hugged the petrified counselor. Lucas cringed violently as he felt the wet soak into his sweater. He suddenly heard a noise.

"...Oh God...did Wrex just blow his nose into the fabric!?"

"It-It's okay...it's okay..." Lucas sputtered, wondering if he was trying to convince Wrex of that or himself.

"You don't know how long I've held that in!" Wrex sobbed. Meanwhile, the counselor was shaking so violently in the Krogan's grasp he looked like he was about to go into a seizure.

"...oh...oh...oh for the love of everything good and sacred...stop blowing your nose!"

Finally, Wrex calmed down.

"All right...thanks doc...I needed that." Wrex admitted. Lucas nearly died with relief that it was over.

"No problem, Wrex." Lucas answered weakly.

"Anything else, Lieutenant?" the Krogan answered.

"No...no, I think that's quite enough for today. You may leave. Tell Tali that I'll be with her in a few minutes." Lucas stated.

"Sure." Wrex mumbled and opened the door.

"Oh, one last thing, Lieutenant." Wrex stated.

"Yes, Wrex?"

"You tell anyone about what happened and I swear, I'll kill you." Wrex snarled.

"Trust me...I wouldn't want to ever go over it again." Lucas reassured.

"Thanks."Wrex shut the door.

Lucas immediately threw the military sweater into the trash and went to get a new one. He muttered a few notes to himself.

"Thick personal walls, bent towards aggression, looks down on weaknesses and difficult in social situations. A typical, healthy Krogan male. A bit on the sensitive side though..." Lucas mumbled as he pulled on another sweater. He suddenly wondered if there was an exotic market for Krogan tears.

Outside, the others looked at Wrex. Were his eyes...red? No, they were simply bloodshot.

"How'd it go, Wrex?" Shepard asked.

"Complete waste of my time." Wrex replied.

"Sorry about that."

"Whatever. Tali, he'll be seeing you shortly." Wrex announced.

"Okay." the Quarian stated.

"I'm going to get a snack." the Krogan muttered. Garrus got up to join him.

The two got to the hallway where refreshments were served. Garrus had ordered a warm drink from the nearby food place and Wrex simply banged on a vending machine to get a free snack. No one seemed to notice. The two waited around for awhile.

"Hey Garrus, how about we mess with the Quarian's evaluation? Slip a little something into her drink and mess with her mind." Wrex smiled mischievously. Garrus glared at him sternly.

"Wrex, it is extremely unethical and improper to interfere with a very important evaluation on one's psychological evaluation. That would also be slander against Tali." Garrus snapped.

"Fine, fine...how about Ashley, then? You know she deserves it." Wrex offered. Garrus continued to glare at him before finally answering.

"Let's do it."


Author's note: If anyone has an idea, suggestion, or something they would like to see with Tali, PM me and I'll see what I can do. I have a feeling that, like Garrus, she's going to be difficult.