Another 'it could have happened'. I have too much time on my hands. Clearly.
Prompt: How can I break it down for you?
Disclaimer: If I owned Mass Effect, the effect would be massive.
"Ms Lawson?"
Miranda looked up from her computer, frowning at the woman before her. The woman began to sweat under the glare, her words lost. People often joked about how scary Operative Lawson was. Clearly, none had met her in the flesh.
"What is it?"
"I, I mean we -"
"Your team?" It was an opening, and the woman gladly took it.
"Yes, my team. We, uh, well we discovered something. Something not entirely expected."
"Get to the point."
"We were running some tests, the usual, blood, muscle, bone, marrow, and these were the results."
A datapad was held out to Miranda like it was an offering for forgiveness. She wordlessly took it, eyes running over. Blood tests, taken prior to the crash and after. Meaningless details that had been done over and over, in case a certain ligament or bone did not belong to their project. They had all the pieces. This was almost useless. Almost because someone was bound to screw up somewhere.
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
"I recommend the last line, Ms Lawson. It should be, um, interesting."
Miranda raised an eyebrow, but allowed herself to read the last line. Over. And over. Thrice just to make sure.
"How?" She couldn't believe it. She thought she had one-up on the deceased.
"Well, I would have thought you would know how ..."
"Not literally, idiot. All her previous medical reports said that it was impossible. The damage to her lower torso was irreparable years ago. After the attack on the Citadel, she sustained serious internal damage to her midsection. How is this possible?"
"Maybe the father had strong stuff?"
All the woman could remember was waking up in the infirmary several hours later. The datapad on her stomach had a rather serious message on it, with a majority of the previous data corrupted and unable to retrieve.
Don't let this get out.