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Shepard wiped at her brow as she sat down on Chakwas's patients chair, a white towel flung over her shoulder and a bottle of water in her hand which she sipped at, eyes narrowing slightly when Chakwas started to leaf through her files.

"Doc I already told you," she placed the bottle of water in her lap with a sigh, eyeing Chakwas with tired blue hues. "I'm fine! My stress levels only went up because I was exercising in the cargo hold."

Chakwas arched a disapproving brow at her but the amusement was also clear enough that it made Shepard smirk. "Again Commander? Operative Lawson won't be happy, she's been trying to talk to you for two days now."

Shepard felt a ball of cold fire wriggle around in her stomach and with a grunt she took a swig of her water bottle again, eyes flickering over to the med-bay's windows to see that Miranda's office was locked and it didn't look like Miranda was coming out anytime soon.

"I don't need anymore Cerberus hounding me," she spat out with anger, still gazing at Miranda's office as though it held all the answers in the world when in truth it held nothing but uncertainty. "I've had enough of them all. I just need to get this mission done and we'll be back on our Alliance ship Doc."

Chakwas didn't look convinced and to be fair Shepard herself wasn't convinced but saying such things reassured her more than she could of hoped, besides what else could she say and do? She was stuck in a whirlpool of emotions, not a great place to be in.

"Shepard maybe you should go lie down, you look extremely tired. We'll be arriving at the Citadel soon." Chakwas pressed a hand against Shepard's shoulder, the touch making Shepard look up to regard the doctor with a wane smile. "It wouldn't do you any harm. Garrus wants you in perfect condition."

Shepard resisted the comforting touch with a jerk of her shoulder, laughing anxiously to try and cover up her restlessness and so that the good Doc wouldn't become offended at her jolting action.

She gave Chakwas her best winning smile, "Doc, you know I'm always in perfect condition! Now I'll be off back to the cargo hold, got things to do."

Shepard finished her sentence with another grin, grabbing her water bottle and walking out of the med-bay with her fingers tapping at her thigh nervously.

Kasumi stepped out from one of the Normandy's many corners, handing Shepard a small cloth and taking the water bottle away from Shepard's hands with a tutting sound escaping her mouth.

Shepard had to bite down on her tongue to stop herself from bursting out into fierce laughter when Kasumi took one look at her and sprayed the water in her face, drowning her hair so much that the blonde spikes flopped lifelessly and stuck to her forehead and ears.

"Shepard I think me and you both know," Kasumi chuckled softly, pushing away the blonde strands from Shepard's face and knocking the blonde on softly on the forehead with her knuckles. "That you need to cool that anger of yours right down."

Shepard blushed in embarrassment at that, rubbing her cheek with a nervous chuckle. "Right. So basically you're telling me not to -"

"I'm telling you…" Kasumi started with her two fists gently pressed against Shepard's stomach, pushing Shepard further and further into the corridor. "You need to get rid of that adrenaline rush building up inside you! Didn't know you'd get so worked up at just ignoring Miranda for a while."

Shepard took Kasumi's fists away from her stomach and brought them up to her face, opening her friend's fists up wide and allowing her fingers to entwine with Kasumi's own.

This simple act took her mind off Miranda for a split second before her mind was plummeted again with images of her XO, enough to make Shepard sigh angrily and release Kasumi's hands.

"I feel paranoid with that Agent on here 'Sumi…" Shepard said with a groan, banging her head against the elevator panel - making the button light up. "It's making me all weird and on edge, no wonder I snapped at Miranda."

"First of all stop calling me that," Kasumi said with another chuckle, patting Shepard's head and narrowing her eyes at how the unusual fluffiness was gone - damn water! "And lastly, well maybe that's why you need to work this adrenaline off Shep. Am I coming with you and Garrus by the way? Cause if so then you definitely need to work some of that adrenaline or you'll slug behind."

"I won't!" Shepard snapped with a roll of her eyes, tightening the tape that she had wound around her knuckles when it started to loosen around the edges. "I'm fine alright? Garrus advised me to blow off some steam anyway so no big deal."

Kasumi arched a brow at the soaked blonde, leaning back against the railing of the elevator and examining the tensed muscles under Shepard's sweaty tank top with unease fogging her mind. It didn't take a genius to understand something was bothering Shepard, and it didn't take a genius (in Kasumi's case anyhow) to figure out what that thing was.

She raised a fist and slammed it into Shepard's shoulder, knocking the blonde off balance so that she fell out into engineering when the elevator doors swung open.

Shepard shot a glare at her over her shoulder. "The hell Kasumi? What do you think you're doing?"

Kasumi sighed and rubbed at her forehead in a desperate bid to look a little bit patient than she actually was. "What did I tell you? Stop worrying about the Reapers and the Collectors, embrace the life you have at the moment and not the life you might lose in the future. Keep thinking about it isn't going to help."

"And how would you know?" Shepard spat out with such venom that Kasumi was shocked at how quick Shepard's eyes narrowed in rage and how the blonde commander's arms tensed. "I haven't got time to be wasting away doing nothing! If you've got nothing progressive to say to me, then leave me alone!"

Kasumi didn't even flinch at the rage that was spilling through the cracks in Shepard's skin, the cybernetic scars shining an even brighter red than before and Shepard's reddish blue eyes starting to lose the cerulean colour in them. Instead she held out a hand.

Shepard looked at it with clear hesitation spread across her face, her right hand clinging to the fabric of her pants to stop herself from making any movement towards Kasumi's outstretched hand.

Kasumi gave Shepard a sly smirk, wriggling her fingers and arching her brows questioningly at the blonde woman. "Come on Shep, you've helped me before, why don't you let me repay the favour?"

Shepard didn't say anything for a long while after those words left Kasumi's mouth, as an alternative Shepard just examined Kasumi's features with scrutinizing eyes and with her mouth turned downwards into a scowl; it was something that Kasumi had never seen directed at herself before. It was more than a little surprising.

What had gone on between Shepard and Miranda to make the commander like this anyhow? It was something unusual considering the amount of times Shepard took Miranda out on missions that weren't tactically fit for Miranda to go on - Jack had voiced this many times which Shepard could only answer with by allowing her hand to brush against her holster of her gun - but for the past two missions Shepard refused to have Miranda with her for anything or Jacob for that matter…

Kasumi couldn't see why, both of them were very attractive and if not for their battle experience it was great to have two great sex gods on the field for Kasumi to admire to herself. Not that she'd tell anyone but Shepard like that, the teasing that would go on…Even she had a limit.

Shepard pushed her hand away and placed her own hands in her trouser pockets with the scowl deepening into a glare.

"I don't need your help or anyone else's help on this ship," Shepard snarled viciously, turning her back on Kasumi to make her way down to the engineering cargo hold with her parting words cutting through Kasumi like a knife through butter. "I can't be letting things get personal between me and my crew, so do the right thing and keep your personal shit and worries about me and yourself to yourself."

Kasumi blinked in surprise and watched Shepard go with her stomach wriggling as though eels were inside it, because what the heck had just happened between her and Shepard? She couldn't remember ever getting on Shepard's nerves this badly, hell she couldn't remember annoying Shepard at all but apparently she had managed to do so.

So she said the first thing that came into her head. "You're one of the biggest arses in the world sometimes Shep!"

Shepard ignored her completely and continued making her way down the steps towards engineering, it brought a bad taste in Kasumi's mouth at how mechanical Shepard sounded with her feet clicking against the metal steps.

The only reason Shepard could be acting like this was because of the Cerberus Agent's appearance. It had to be. Kasumi couldn't think up of any other logical explanation, though to be honest she didn't know why Shepard was putting up with half the crap that agent was putting her through anyway - if it had been her Kasumi would have at least tried to kick him off the Normandy; mainly through the usage of an airlock.

Or maybe it had something to do with Miranda, fuck Kasumi didn't know! She just knew that Shepard was being bothered by something, maybe the agent had said something or maybe Miranda herself had said something. It was just all confusing and the situation was twisted into so many different shapes and angles it made Kasumi's head lurch in disagreement.

She couldn't figure Shepard out when she was acting like this, in fact it was hard getting to know Shepard anyways because of this big massive wall she encased herself in; showing what the exterior of herself was like and hiding the interior away with all her might. Kasumi rubbed at her chin thoughtfully. It was clear that no matter how Shepard acted around her, Miranda or anyone else…Something was clearly not right inside of Shepard's head.

Kasumi sighed. This could only mean one thing.

She'd have to talk to Miranda.

Miranda had been filing away another report for the Illusive Man when Kasumi burst into her office, arms swinging uselessly by her sides and her breathing shallow like the master thief had been running.

She answered Kasumi's appearance with a sigh and a roll of her eyes, tapping impatiently at her terminal to try and keep the nerves from escaping her at the thoughts that rushed through her head - such thoughts that contained Shepard, the blonde commander who had been using every little excuse to try and get away from her.

"Shepard has gone insane." Kasumi informed her with such a quiet tone to her voice that Miranda almost didn't hear her. "She's acting really strangely, it's like she's turned into Zaeed overnight."

"What do you want me to do about it?" Miranda shot back coldly with her eyes gazing behind Kasumi's hood for a flicker of a moment before Miranda returned to pressing away at her terminal. "I'm busy."

"Doing what? Pressing random keys on your terminal?" Kasumi accused with clear exasperation.

Damn it. Miranda restrained herself from hitting herself on the head at how idiotic she was being and how obvious she made herself look, the Illusive Man would be ashamed of her.

Best form of defence once you were panicking rapidly on the inside with nothing else to think of or say? The glare.

"I don't want to talk to Shepard then, especially if she's acting like an arse." Miranda responded with a bitter tone to her words, resting back on her chair and folding one leg over the other as she continued to look at the master thief. "I'm not her baby-sitter, go find the agent if it's bothering you so much."

Kasumi threw her hands up in the air and let out a yell of frustration, shocking Miranda into widening her eyes and kicking away from her desk so she could stand up.

"What is it with you two?" Kasumi started with another little yell, sounding squeaky and disorientated. "If it's not you, it's Shepard and if it isn't Shepard then its you! For everything that is sweet and virginal! Whatever is happening between you two can you sort it out? I want to be able to have lambrini and ramen with Shepard again without feeling like we're attending a funeral."

Miranda went to answer - with the intent of setting Kasumi straight because anyone who thought she could be talked to like that was going straight to hell - however stopped when EDI's harmonized voice filled her office.

"Operative Lawson there is multiple damage signals coming from inside the cargo hold where Shepard is training, it would be wise for you to investigate."

Kasumi shot Miranda a 'I-told-you-so' look before Miranda cupped her face and let out a groan of complete aggravation. When would Shepard learn to stop fucking training in the cargo hold?

She rubbed at her eyes before letting her hands drop to her side, allowing Kasumi to fill her eyesight once more. Miranda didn't know how to feel about that at the moment when all she could think about was Shepard making a damn mess again. And how much she wanted to know what was going through Shepard's head, it contained too many secrets that made Miranda feel like crap.

Bringing Shepad back to life had been her job, one of the many experiments she had been in charge of to win the Illusive Man's favour once more (as many times as she could) but right now Miranda was ashamed to say that despite her position of the project; she hardly knew Shepard at all.

Miranda picked up her pistol that she had set on the desk, giving Kasumi a hard look before brushing past the thief - ignoring the look of fear that crossed Kasumi's face when her pistol brushed Kasumi's skin - to make her way towards the elevator with her usual callous look on her face.

"Hey Miranda not one to really question you, but a gun?" Kasumi seemed to live to appear in situations that either had nothing to do with her or situations which made Miranda look like a complete, utter bitch. "Bit much?"

"Not really," Miranda replied back with a sharp turn of her head towards the master thief, arching her brows in a way that signalled to Kasumi that the Cerberus Operative was silently challenging her. "If anything it's completely necessary."

"I know she's a bit annoying and all but there's really no need…" Kasumi started once more to try and get Miranda to actually listen to her for once however soon shut up when Miranda once more glared another challenge at her. "Eh…I'll just be in my room then, good luck!"

Miranda rolled her eyes at the thief before entering the elevator, giving Jacob a thin smile when he entered the elevator with his eyes directed firmly towards her gun as if it was a magnet.

"It's for Shepard." She answered with a dull tone, eyes filling with controlled mirth when Jacob's eyes widened.

"Don't think you're allowed to kill the Commander Miranda." Jacob said with a wary smile, his latex-covered fingers twitching anxiously near his thigh. "You spent two years on that damn Lazarus Project, doubt you want to be shooting at it right now. Especially when you and Shepard get on so well."

Miranda averted her eyes away from her old lover, staring blankly at the elevator's closed doors and allowing herself to listen to the hum of the elevator's mechanics as it travelled down to engineering. "We don't get on at all."

"That's not what I heard." Jacob countered with an amused laugh. "Or see. We're not blind on this ship Miranda."

Miranda didn't answer at first, instead cocking her gun up and down on her thigh until Jacob laughed again; making her snap her head in his general direction.

He gave her another amused look, the expression just making Miranda feel even more angry than before.

The elevator slowed to halt yet before Miranda could make a move to step out of it, Jacob halted her with his fingers wrapped around her wrist. "Hey take my advice, stop listening to your head all the time."

Miranda shrugged him off with a quick flick of her wrist, moving out of the elevator before answering the older Cerberus Operative with finely-laced words. "If I don't listen to my head then who will Jacob?"

Jacob gave her a small smile. "Shepard's not the only person who this ship would follow into hell and beyond." His words were a lot more comforting than Miranda realized, for now all she did to answer him was nod before the elevator doors closed and started their ascent up to the CIC.

Miranda breathed in deeply to try and clear her thoughts before taking a step towards engineering's windows, looking down to see that Shepard was once more shooting at ten (miraculously empty) crates with such vigour that the wood and steel of the crates exploded everywhere - more than likely the cause of damage to the hull.

She hammered her fist on the engineering window in vain, knowing very well that no matter how hard she tried Shepard either wouldn't hear her or if she did would ignore her completely; either way it felt good to release some of her pent up frustration that had been gnawing inside her for a good couple of days now.

Deciding that this really wasn't going to do her any good, Miranda took the steps down towards the cargo hold with her fingers rubbing against the plastic casing of her pistol; giving her a huge amount of comfort that she hadn't understood that she had needed.

Miranda slowly started to walk up to where Shepard was firing at her targets, eyes examining the taut muscle and skin that shuddered each time the blonde fired, it was almost - if not completely - seamless and erotic in a way Miranda couldn't really describe.

"Shepard," Miranda started with what she was convinced to be a regularly calm tone, raising her gun as steady as she could so that it merely brushed against the back of Shepard's head. "What have I told you about shooting in the cargo hold?"

Shepard lowered her arm and sighed, turning round so that the pistol Miranda was holding to her head rested flatly on her forehead instead of the back of her head. She didn't seem surprised to see Miranda holding a gun to her head, in fact to Miranda's extreme annoyance she just looked completely amused by it.

"Normally shoot your experiments Lawson?" Shepard chuckled bitterly with a little tilt of her head, causing Miranda's pistol to dig deeper into the Commander's forehead. "Or is there something else you want from me?"

Miranda scoffed and used her free hand to grab at Shepard's shoulder, squeezing so tightly she was sure that the blonde wouldn't be able to escape her gaze. "I don't understand how your brain works Shepard. How many times do I have to prove myself to you until you can trust me?"

Shepard growled and rubbed at her cheek, giving Miranda the coldest glare she had ever given to anyone in her life before. It made the hair on the Cerberus Operative's neck stand up.

"We've already had this conversation Lawson," Shepard muttered with clear bitterness lacing her voice, another thing that made Miranda feel more wary than possible. "If we come out alive of this mission you'll be the first I'll be set up against, it's better that we keep our relationship completely formal."

Miranda arched a fine eyebrow, not sure if she should be flattered or feel as though she had missed something completely; however it was not the time to feel like this no matter how much she wanted to.

"Kasumi isn't Cerberus." Was the only thing she said after Shepard's response, tightening her grip on her pistol to show that she was completely serious in her actions even if the pistol itself was…altered. "You don't need to keep this formal larky up around her, so what's the real thing that's bothering you?"

Shepard smirked with that arrogant look on her face, this of course could only mean that one, Shepard was not going to be serious or two, Shepard was going to ignore her completely.

"The real thing that's bothering me?" Shepard whispered with a subtle tilt of her head, making Miranda's pistol tilt along with her. "This gun in my face. If you're going to shoot me Lawson then maybe you should grow some balls and -"

Miranda growled angrily and pulled the trigger, eyes creasing in amusement when Shepard flinched and shut her eyes; obviously waiting for the bullet to go straight into her head.

A moment passed before Shepard hesitantly opened her eyes, truly surprised to see Miranda subtly smiling down at her with the pistol hanging loosely around her hips as though it was something that could tempt Shepard from grabbing it and showing Miranda what fear really was.

Before Shepard could even open her mouth to speak Miranda unlatched the pistol from Shepard's belt and pressed it into the Commander's hands, trying her best not to shake at the anxiety that was managing to creep through her blood. "If you're that worried about hunting me down later Shepard…"

Miranda cupped Shepard's elbow and lifted it up until Shepard's own gun was pointed directly at her, straight in-between the eyes as though it was planned to be there in the first place. Maybe Shepard had seen her intentions all along? It wouldn't have surprised Miranda one bit, whereas Shepard acted slow Miranda could easily say that Shepard had the most sharpest minds to ever exist.

"Then don't put yourself through such strain and get the job done with now," Miranda said, her words gradually growing more and more bitter and enraged than before. "The Illusive Man doesn't care how many people die as long as you get this mission done, so do it if it helps you focus so much."

Shepard met Miranda's eyes with a frown, her eyes narrowed in suspicion as well as something that Miranda knew to be reluctance from the many years of helping train recruits that the Illusive Man had sent her way - but Shepard was no recruit and the Commander could easily pull the trigger without Miranda even seeing her coming.

"Lawson…" The blonde started with a little cough, fingers tightly twisting around the butt of her pistol. "You are by far one of the most stubborn people to ever served on a ship of mine. But you're also…One of the best."

Shepard threw her pistol away with a grunt, tugging roughly on her blonde locks in a vain attempt in trying to keep herself as calm and casual as she could. "I can't think straight anymore, it's fucking annoying me!"

Miranda felt herself straighten at the familiar look that filled Shepard's eyes, reaching out again to grab the arm that had flopped uselessly at Shepard's side once the blonde woman had chucked the pistol away from her.

"Shepard listen to me," Miranda said as evenly as she could, pushing away a long strand of hair that gotten into her eyes with her free hand. "This is stress that's making you feel like this. This stress is making you so bitter and hateful that it's not just affecting you but the crew as well; you need to get rid of all this tension inside your body."

Shepard sighed and rolled her shoulders with a little shake of her head, the movement noticeable enough that Miranda caught a single drop of sweat cascade down Shepard's neck to settle in between the valley of the blonde's breasts.

She turned away with a noticeable blush staining her cheeks, not sure if it was because of irritation or embarrassment. Perhaps both.

"You know something Lawson, you're absolutely right." Shepard said with a tone that immediately made Miranda let go of her Commander's arm, staring warily at the blonde for a moment before blinking and staring at another part of Shepard's face for a different movement or reaction.

It was the right choice.

Miranda ducked at the movement of Shepard's eyes meeting with hers for a flicker of a moment before the Commander's leg swerved to kick at her head, missing completely and making Shepard stumble slightly.

"Shepard-!" Miranda huffed with another sharp turn of her body, making Shepard once more miss at hitting her straight in the jaw and sending the blonde rolling over some metal containers. "What are you doing?"

Shepard smirked from where she hid behind the containers, letting the eezo rush through her like her primal urges told her to. "We're taking a leaf out of the turians book Ms Lawson, do you know they actually spar before missions? It's quite incredible."

Miranda opened her mouth to speak yet was cut off when biotic force slammed her into a stack of broken crates, making her hiss loudly at the pain that travelled up her spine.

However this wasn't the time to lie around and let Shepard throw her around like a rag doll, if this is what Shepard wanted then she'd certainly give Shepard a piece of her mind, fist and biotics.

"They do it to relieve stress and everything," Miranda tuned herself more clearly to follow the sound of Shepard's voice, knowing very well that Shepard had now moved from where she had been hiding before and was now somewhere else; more than likely planning her next move. "Sometimes when it's a tie-breaker they even retire to their own cabins to…"

Miranda caught a flash of blonde to her right and instantly allowed the eezo inside her blood system tap into her mind and body, allowing her biotics to shape around a broken crate and flinging it to the side so that it collided with Shepard's body - sending the commander sprawling.

Miranda watched as Shepard let out a groan before scrambling up and racing towards her, eyes wild and blonde hair flailing everywhere as though it would create such a dramatic effect it would make Miranda step back or at least feel a little intimidated.

Instead Miranda found herself thinking it was just a little bit endearing. Which was complete nonsense of course, she would have to move and not look at Shepard's face if she didn't want to end up with a black eye.

Miranda pulled her face down and made a wild grab for Shepard's arm, cursing when she missed completely and in its place she managed to punch Shepard straight in her stomach, winding the blonde affectively enough that Miranda even allowed herself to pause and think her next move.

Where had Shepard even got this stupid idea from? And why do it now? Was it just to catch her off guard? If so, it had bloody well worked because sparring with Shepard was the last thing Miranda wanted when she hadn't had a good nights sleep for what felt like weeks instead of days.

Despite what she had thought before about winding her Commander, Miranda soon realized that thinking upon her next move was a big mistake because as soon as the plans and details started to soar through her head she was immediately cut off by Shepard's elbow being dup into her ribs and for the blonde woman's foot to slam against her leg, tripping them both up in the procedure.

Miranda grunted at the weight that fell on top of her, feeling paralyzed when Shepard merely chuckled at their position and shook her head again to let the blonde locks on top of her head flail around once more.

Miranda was not one to feel stupid or naïve at a situation, she had been brought up to be strong, steady and confident; to never stumble over her words, to never be brought down by another (physically or socially) and to never ever be caught off guard.

She felt a wave of shame wash over her as every single thing her father had worked up to be vanished completely under Shepard's cheerful gaze and sticky body, leaving her completely speechless apart from a few sharp pants escaping her.

"Thanks." Miranda heard Shepard mutter suspiciously close to her ear, causing for her heard to turn and for her nose to graze against her Commander's cheek. "For helping me, you have no idea how much I needed that."

"Don't mention it." Miranda answered with a completely-awkward husky tone, making her silently cringe at how she ridiculously aroused she sounded. "Literally, don't."

Shepard shook above her with obvious laughter, the sight making Miranda shift around uncomfortably in earnest to get away from Shepard's body heat and the dark, alluring look in her Commander's reddish hues.

"I need to apologize to Kasumi for being an arse," Shepard grumbled with a hot puff of breath escaping her and shrouding Miranda's face with its warmth. "She didn't deserve my anger…I just can't…function properly sometimes."

"That's not entirely comforting Commander." Miranda responded with an arch of her brow, reaching up to push at Shepard's chest. "Have you asked Dr Chakwas for advice?"

Shepard scoffed and resisted the push of Miranda's hand against her chest, craning her neck lower and lower until Miranda could feel their noses touching as they had the night Shepard had gone bat-shit crazy. "I don't need any damn advice. It's just stress, nothing more."

"And this stress is making you want our relationship to be more formal?" Miranda teased with a tone that didn't sound noticeably teasing but her own words still made her blush anyway. Damn her body and its give-aways. "Maybe I should put you under pressure more often."

Shit, she really hadn't meant it to sound like that. Fuck Shepard was grinning as well! Miranda had to resist the urge to slap a hand across her forehead. The power that Shepard held was nowhere near as subtle as Miranda had hoped and believed, Miranda knew that if Shepard tried hard enough she could wield a hanar into dancing and make even the most patient elcors burst into tears yet despite how much Miranda had seen such charm flow from Shepard's tongue and body language she is not immune to it. On the contrary, she's the one who falls victim to it just as easily as strangers do, maybe even more so because of Shepard's intoxicating presence and scent that lingers in the air around them.

"God what the hell are you doing to me?" Shepard said in a throaty whisper, her hips rolling unconsciously as though the blonde was unsure on what she was going to do. "You're supposed to be…Fuck I don't even know."

Miranda feels her heart beat rapidly as though it's a freight train and she feels as though she's about to collapse all at once just because she can't actually feel herself thinking properly and all she wants is just to push Shepard away from her (it's a lie, but she figured that if she kept lying then maybe it'd end up being the truth) and rush back to her office despite her own taunting that will fill her head for days on end.

Luckily for her, Shepard made the decision to jump away from her with such an ardour stare that it sent a shiver up Miranda's spine and it took everything inside of her not to grumble loudly at the different emotions and thoughts that plundered deep within her soul.

"We're hitting the Citadel soon," Shepard explained with a briskness that made Miranda narrow her eyes suspiciously. "I need to go and get Garrus and Kasumi ready."

Ah, so she was trying to get out of every little thing they did together? Miranda honestly didn't think the Commander was type, but it looked as though she was once again proven wrong.

Shepard turned her back on her the moment Miranda allowed her eyes to focus more clearly around her Commander's reddish orbs, stalking off with a parting goodbye. "I-I'm glad we had this talk Lawson but I need to go. I'll see you later."

Miranda watched the blonde go with a scowl, bringing a hand up thumb at her bruised cheek. She hadn't realized talking could be so damn brutal.

It was strange seeing Shepard like this, more serious and more unruly; it was if she was seeing Shepard in different colours for the first time. Reds, blues, yellows, purples, greens, greys and whites.

She just didn't know which one she preferred.

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