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Reason for rating: Language

"Normal Talking" ; 'POV Thoughts' ; "Talking in foreign language to POV" ; "Talking over intercom"

Chapter 10

Hawke's back hit the mat on the ground hard enough to knock every last ounce of air out of his lungs. Above him Thane was staring down with his black eye stare giving away absolutely zero emotion. "Your movements are well trained." The drell said giving him space to regain his feet. "Your reactions are refined, but you are slow on your retractions. This slight hesitation gives your opponents an opening to counter you. Now stand, and again."

Suppressing more than a few groans Hawke managed to unsteadily rise to his feet. Raising his hands he squared off with his trainer again. The cargo area of the Normandy had been converted into a sort of training are for everyone on board. The area nearest to the elevator had been set up with a large training mat for hand to hand combat, along one side of the ship a firing range was set up with nine target dummies at the far end of the ship. At the moment only four people were down here though. Himself, Thane, Grunt, and Jacob; although the latter two were merely standing on the sidelines watching Thane thoroughly kick his ass over and over again.

Stepping in quickly he threw a quick jab at Thane, only to have the drell catch his arm midair. In the next instant Thane had managed to knock the wind out of him with a well-aimed kick to his midsection and then put him back onto his back with a quick sweep to the back of his legs. On the side lines he could hear Shepard and Jacob, neither of them were trying very hard, or at all, to hide their amusement.

Although if he was entirely truthful, he had kind of asked for this. They'd left Omega two days ago now heading for yet another station Shepard called the 'Citadel', and in those two days Hawke found himself completely bored out of his skull. But it wasn't just boredom that drove him to this training session. Ever since leaving Omega Merrill had become increasingly distant from everyone, including him. They still ate together, they tried sleeping in the same sleeper pod once but that didn't end well, and he tried to get her to open up about what happened. But she kept brushing him off. This was just like the time in the Fade when she turned against him taking a demons offer. She'd avoided him for nearly a week after that. He knew that she just needed time to adjust to what happened. He would still be there by her side, but he wouldn't push her.

A disconnected Merrill however only furthered his boredom, and restlessness. After he'd learned that Thane was considered one of the best assassin's in the galaxy, and being a kind of 'un-official assassin' himself, he wanted to learn from the master. Thane's manner of teaching was a bit more…practical than he was used too. The drell had led him down to the cargo hold, walked into the middle of the training area, and told him to attack. That of course…had ended badly. And it had only gotten worse since then. He had no idea just when Shepard and Jacob had showed up, or even how they'd heard of the training, but the two men had been their long enough to watch him eat the floor at least a half a dozen times now.

"Your hand to hand skills are impeccable." Thane noted standing a fair distance away from him. "Far beyond what I would've thought one of your age is capable of. Do not distress at having lost. I have twice the experience as you have years."

Rising once again to his feet Hawke tried to figure out what was the lesser of the two insults. The first that he just got his ass handed to him time and time again, or the fact that the one who did kicked his ass was at least twice his age. Rotating his shoulder he tried to get some feeling back into his arm. The training wasn't a total loss however. He did manage to pick up a few new techniques from Thane, rather bluntly. Now it was just a matter of trying to duplicate what Thane showed – did to him.

"But I believe that your current weakness lies not in your physical capabilities, but rather in your usage of modern weapons." Thane stated calmly walking away from him and towards the weapons bench. "Judging by the mission report filed by our XO Ms. Lawson, you were able to avoid enemy fire; however you had only a twenty-six percent hit ratio when using your chosen weapons. Wasted ammo like that can lead to your death my friend."

Following Thane over to the weapons, trying his best to conceal the limp Thane had just given him, Shepard and Jacob were standing with the weapons waiting for them. He immediately went to reach for the assault rifle Shepard had trained him with before, but Thane stopped him. "No, we try this," he said simply handing him over a smaller weapon. What had Shepard called…a heavy pistol?

"My Battle-brother shouldn't use such a pitiful weapon." Grunt shoved one of the large weapons on the table towards him. "Shotgun. The weapon of a true warrior!"

Maker this thing was heavy. Even heavier than the assault rifle he'd been using before. Thinking of it…Tali used this weapon didn't she? And she didn't look too much bigger than Merrill. How hard could it be? Thane didn't stop him, the drell merely stood off to the side muted.

Turning back in towards the main area of the cargo hold he took aim at the target dummies on the far side, aimed, pulled the trigger…and didn't hit any of the standing targets. "What the – " he murmured looking the weapon over. He pulled the trigger; he felt the weapon fire…so how was it that he didn't hit anything.

Grunt let out a full belly laugh, and Hawke suddenly felt as if he was at the bottom of a joke. "You expect to hit anything from that far with a shotgun battle-brother!" Grunt laughed. "That is a warrior's weapon! You need to be up close!"

Taking the weapon from his grip Thane marched across the expanse of the cargo hold until he was roughly half the distance to the targets. With three quick shots Thane managed to put down six of the nine standing targets. "The shotgun is a scatter weapon." Thane explained walking back towards them. "Good for in close combat. A weapon that you might in fact be well suited for." Giving the weapon back to him Thane gestured towards the targets. "You try."

Moving to be in roughly the same distance as Thane, he took aim at the three remaining targets. It took him four shots, but he managed to put the last three remaining targets down.

"I've seen worse shots." Jacob commented killing any elation he felt at even being able to hit the targets. "Usually thought, they're no older than a teenager, not an adult."

Dropping the shotgun on the table with probably more force than necessary he fixed Jacob with a glare. "Shut up Jacob. What's next?"

Merrill was sitting by herself with a cold bowl of…what she could only assume was soup before her. She wouldn't say that she was being anti-social…she just didn't feel like talking to anyone right now. What happened back on Omega with…with Morinth…it had shaken her greatly. No one…not sense the time the demon in the Fade turned her against Hawke, had managed to get into her head. She prided herself on always being in control of herself, but with hardly any effort someone had managed to get into her head and nearly kill her. Unfortunately Hawke was the one who took the blunt of her moods. But the Creator's had more than blessed her by fating them to meet that day on Sundermount.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?"

Her heading snapped up so fast she could've sworn she heard her neck snap. Samara was standing next to the seat opposite her, a tray of food in her hands. Oh no, how long had she been standing there? She didn't mean to ignore her. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't hear y – I hope that you haven't been standing too long I…I'm rambling. I'll shut up now."

The normal stoic expression on her face broke for a second and Merrill could've sworn that she saw the asari's lips twitch upwards towards a smile. Setting her food down on the table Samara took her seat. Merrill couldn't help but stare opening at the food, or lack thereof, on her tray. There was a cup of what looked like tea, a small bowl of soup, and a slice of bread. There were starving elves in the Alienage who wouldn't even call what she had a full meal. "Is – is that all you're going to eat?"

Covering her mouth she couldn't meet the questioning gaze Samara threw at her. 'Stupid Merrill…think first before you speak!'

"This is all I require." Samara answered simply tearing a small piece of bread off and chewing on it slowly. "Over the four centuries I've spent as a Justicar, I have been on the move constantly with little time to eat. I've hence trained my body to function on as little food as possible. This meal will keep me going for the day or more."

Sitting next to this woman who so represented Morinth, her mother none the less, set Merrill's already fragile nerves on edge. "I must you give you my deepest appreciation child." Samara said shocking Merrill into looking at her.

"W-what? What did I do?"

Setting her bread aside Samara took a small sip of her soup. "My arrangement was for Shepard to aid in my search for Morinth. You had no obligation to help me. But still, you did. And without your help my dear, I fear that Morinth would've escaped."

Merrill felt the heat rise instantly to her cheeks. Few, well only Hawke, Varric, and Isabelaa, actually said she did a good job on something. To hear someone else say it…whew, was it hot in here? "I-I don't think I did that much." She said shyly.

Samara shook her head. "You did far more than you think child. I greatly underestimated just how far Morinth's power had grown. Watching her…I doubt that anyone but you could've truly held her seduction at bay for as long as you did. And had it not been for you weakening her before I arrived, I don't know if I would've won in a duel between the two of us."

Her entire face was red…she was sure of it. Ducking her eyes slightly to try and hide her blush she barely caught a glimpse of Samara raising the cup of tea to her lips…and then making a slight face at the taste. "Is there something wrong with your tea?" She asked trying to pull herself together.

Setting her cup down the asari shook her head. "No my dear. I fear that I let it sit for too long and it has now gone cold. That is all."

"Oh, well I could – you know I…here let me see it." Taking the cup from Samara she placed her right index finger just over the surface of the cool liquid. Channeling her magic through her arm she focused a small flame at the end of her finger. Soon the surface of the tea was steaming with heat. Giving the cup a quick swirl of its contents she handed it back to Samara. "I-I hope it isn't too warm. It's hard to control my magic through my arm now to such a small degree. If it's too warm I can always cool it with ice…although I might make it too cold and then have to heat it up again an – and I'll shut up now."

Picking up the cup again Samara gave the steaming liquid a light breath before taking a small sip. "Your powers are simply a marvel." Samara said making Merrill blush all over again. "I must say… you are a gem little one."

Merrill's eyes snapped up. It wasn't Samara sitting across from her now. It was Morinth. The black skin tight suit that hinted at everything but at the same time showed nothing, her dark blue inviting lips that just begged to be kissed, and the eyes that just drew her in.

Crying out Merrill jumped back out of her seat. A much larger ball of fire gathered in her right hand ready to hurl at and destroy the creature. "Merrill! Are you okay?"

And just as suddenly as she appeared the image of Morinth was gone, once again replaced by Samara. The fire died in her hands as her back slumped against the wall. "What is going on here?"

Merrill didn't need to look to see that it was Miranda who'd just yelled. 'You blew it Merrill. You and Hawke finally find a home and you blew it. Now they're going to demand that you leave. After all the trouble Hawke went through…stupid, stupid Merrill.'

A finger under her chin lifted her face and she found herself staring eye to eye with Samara. "It is nothing you need concern yourself with Miranda." Samara said letting her finger leave her chin.

Miranda didn't believe her. "What do you mean? I am the XO on this ship and I-"

"Please, Miranda." Samara's voice was soft, but it would be impossible not to notice the curt undertone to it. "I believe that something happened during our encounter with Morinth that is still troubling her. Let me deal with it."

Merrill felt the strong arms of the asari wrap around her small frame and lead her away from Miranda. "Just make sure that whatever this was – that it doesn't happen again." Miranda called out after them as Samara led her away.

Merrill's mind was blank as Samara led her…to wherever they were going. How could she nearly attack Samara? But she didn't see Samara back there…she saw Morinth. And…and it wasn't for the first time either.

By the time her mind caught up with her Samara's arm's removed themselves from around her. They were in the side room with the large window so you could see the stars. The room that Samara had pretty much claimed as her own since coming on board.

Taking her hand Samara led her towards the center of the room before taking a seat on the floor. "Come child, sit with me."

Not having much more of an option, seeing as how all of the furniture had been pushed to the side, Merrill took a seat directly across from the asari on the floor. Samara's face was completely devoid of emotion as the two sat together on the floor. "Tell me how long this has been going on for." Samara demanded, albeit with a soft voice. "How long have you been seeing Morinth?"

Merrill felt her body go still at the mere mention of the name. And to her utmost horror she felt other parts of her body responding a bit too warmly to the name. "Since we left Omega," she sighed. There was no hiding it now. She'd hoped that she could get through this on her own. But she'd been failing at it…miserably. "At first I thought that it was just…feelings that would wear off. I thought I warded my mind well enough against her. But now… Whenever Hawke touches me I feel…disgusted. Not because he is touching me…but because it isn't her who's touching me. I – I see her in my sleep. She calls out to me and I want to go to her. Just now I didn't see you…I saw her. And for a moment I felt such joy. This isn't right!"

Shooting up from the ground she started pacing the small room. "I shouldn't feel dirty from Hawke's touch! I love him with every fiber of my being! But my mind and body still cries out for her! Why? Why is this happening to me?!" Stopping next to the wall her head fell none too gently against the cool metal surface. "This isn't right!" She yelled punching the wall with her right hand. "I thought I protected my mind. And just to be safe I tried to purge myself of whatever she might've left behind." Another hit against the wall. "But the feelings aren't leaving! They're only growing stronger. Why? Why can't they just leave me?" Was she crying? No…she was stronger than that! She wouldn't cry!

She didn't even hear Samara stand, nor cross the room. All she felt was Samara's strong hand on her shoulder forcing her around and away from the wall. Without thinking she buried herself into the arms of the stunned asari. "Why?" She was opening crying now. "Why is this happening to me?"

Samara's arms slowly came around her offering comfort. It – it wasn't the same type of comfort she felt when she was in Hawke's arms. No…this felt more like when the Keeper would hold her after she awoke from a bad dream. "I am so sorry child," she heard Samara whisper to her. "Had I known how powerful her pull was…I would've never let you go anywhere near her." The arms that were around her back moved up to her shoulders and gently pushed her away. "There is nothing I can do to change the past child. But I may be able to help you now."

Hope swelled within her. "How?" She breathed.

Taking her hand Samara led her back to the center of the room. "My people have a process, which we call a melding. Usually this process is reserved for mating occasions, however by using the meld I can help you with your memories and possibly get rid of the lingering essences of Morinth still in your mind."

Merrill's mind went wild with imagining just what this might entail. "So…so we're too…umm…you know, do we have too – I mean you're beautiful and – well Hawke might not…umm."

Samara's head tilted sideways regarding her silently. "Oh," Samara shook her head seeming to understand where Merrill was going. Thank the Creator's she didn't have to say it. "It is not required to be intimate to have a meld be performed. All it requires is simple touch, nothing more."

Merrill felt foolish. "Oh, okay. Sorry I – umm. Yes. Let's do this."

The two sat on the floor across from one another. Reaching across Samara took both of Merrill's hands in her own. "Try to relax," Samara said closing her eyes. "And do not be afraid when I open my eyes again child." When she opened her eyes it took every ounce of will power Merrill had not to run away. They were completely black. Just like Morinth's. "Embrace eternity."

As soon as she said those word's images started flashing through Merrill's mind. Hundreds of worlds, thousands of battles, and emotion after emotion flooded into her mind. There so many coming at her so quickly that they were all blur. She wasn't able to make sense of any of it. And then the visions started to clear and she saw herself holding three light blue color skinned children in her arms. As she looked down at the three small lives in her arms she felt love, and fear. So much fear it threatened to overwhelm her very being. And then everything was gone. And she was back with Samara sitting on the floor of the Normandy sailing through the stars. Her breath was coming in and out in short breaths. Dear Creators…she felt as if she'd just run from the Free Marches to Ferelden and back without stopping.

And she wasn't the only one. Samara was also bent over slightly. Her breath coming in short burst. "Was…" Taking a breath Merrill tried to gather her words. "You…you have…had…thr-three children."

Samara's face suddenly snapped up and the two locked eyes. "You...you love them." Merrill continued seemingly unable to stop. "But…but there was a fear. Not of your children. But for your children. For their future. Is this…normal for a…meld?"

Shaking her head Samara looked away. "No. It was not." Taking a few deep breaths Samara let the pause between them linger for a while before continuing. "When an asari melds with another species, whether for mating for sharing memories, it is the asari who is in control of the memories. But when you and I melded, I couldn't control the memories. As I was seeing your past…you saw mine. Such a thing…such a loss of control…it should not be possible."

"I-I'm sorry if I did something wrong." Merrill suddenly found her hands suddenly very interesting. How did she always manage to make of mess of things? Are the Creator's punishing her for what happened to Marethari?

"You did nothing wrong child," Samara assured her. "At least not consciously. You're species…is new. No asari has ever tried to meld with one of your kin. There may come in time that you and your kin will be much like us asari. But…let us try again." Taking her hands once again Merrill focused in again on Samara. "This time I want you to focus your thoughts on your time with Morinth. From the moment you met her till her death. Focus on those memories and those alone." Again Samara closed her eyes and again when they opened they were black as the night. "Embrace eternity."

Staring down the dissembled barrel of an N7 Valkyrie Shepard pulled a large wire brush through the metal tube. He hadn't told anyone…but he'd been having more than a fair share of trouble sleeping, ever since he was…awoken to be precise. Every time he shut his eyes…he felt and saw himself dying. He'd even gone to the extreme of going to Chakwas for some sleep aid, but now even those had lost their punch and he'd had to start taking more and more of the sleep aids. So…he gave up on trying to sleep until he was so tried that he quiet literally collapsed. But until that point he didn't want to just sit around, so he took the opportunity and stayed in the armory helping Jacob with weapon cleaning or calibration. It was only by the grace of god that his lack of sleep hadn't affected his performance on a mission.

"Shepard! What are you still doing?"

Hearing the mechanic voice he stopped what he was doing and looked towards the door leading to the CIC. Tali was standing just within the armory; one hand was resting on her hip and the other was holding a small toolkit. "Hey Tali," he said beginning to reassemble the weapon. He had no idea where Cerberus got their hands on N7 equipment…but it was good to hold something failure in his hands. "I couldn't sleep so I came down here to clean our weapons."

Tali marched across the small expanse until she was standing right next to him. "Shepard…you don't look too good. You should be on your rest cycle by now…when was the last time you slept."

Locking the last piece of the Valkyrie in place he set it down on the table and picked up his Paladin. "I got some sleep not too long ago. I'm fin-"

"Shepard." Tali's hand pushed the Paladin back down to the table. "When was the last time you slept longer than an hour or two?"

Giving up on trying to keep the Paladin in his hands he let it go. "Since before Illium." He answered.

He didn't need to see her face to know that her silver eyes widened. "Shepard! What are you thinking! No one, not even you can work on so little sleep! How are you even still standing right now?"

"Implants." He said simply before standing from the table to better face her. "What are you doing up Tali? You're on the same sleep cycle as me. You should be asleep as well."

Setting her toolbox down on the table Tali fixed him with narrowed eyes. "Shepard…our sleep cycle ended two hours ago." She said much to his surprise. He'd lost track of time cleaning weapons. "And as for why I'm here…we'll Yeomen Chambers called me up to the armory to fix some problem with the ventilation here in the room. But don't change the subject!" Taking a step closer to him she poked him in the shoulder with one of her three fingers. "If you skipped this past sleep cycle…then you've been awake for over twenty-four hours! I'm going to fix whatever problem there is here. And if you're not in your cabin…I will drag you there myself!"

Seeing her standing there, berating him for not sleeping…it almost reminded him of what Ash would say back on the SR-1. She'd changed…and for the better. Back on the SR-1 she'd go back and forth between bouncing around and being nervous whenever he talked to her. Still…he couldn't help but tease her a little. "Sounds almost like your suggesting mutiny Tali."

Her reaction was priceless. "What? I-I no! I would never!" She said frantically waving her hands before trying to dismiss what she'd said. At least until she saw him smiling at her. "Oh you little….you bosh'tet!" This time she poked him much harder than the last time. "You. Sleep. Now. Shepard."

Picking up her toolkit she pointedly turned her back on him and went over to some of the ventilation ducks. "As you say." He said backing away from her and towards the CIC. "Tali."

She barely acknowledged his departure, nothing more than a quick wave over her shoulder as he left her to do her work.

Out in the CIC there was barely a skeleton crew manning the deck. They'd passed into Council space a few hours ago on their way towards the Citadel. And seeing as how well guarded the Council space was, he'd decided to give his crew a small break and ordered only a skeleton crew to be present at all times. One person he was not expecting to see however was Yeoman Chambers. "I thought I gave you down time Kelly." He said walking towards her on his way to the elevator.

Turning to him she gave him a salute, which he returned in kind. "Have a few reports to send our Commander," she answered. "And you're one to speak aren't you sir? Shouldn't you be resting right now as well? The ground team takes significantly more out of someone than just piloting or seeing to the day to day operations of the ship."

"Tali said the something along the same lines." Walking up to the galaxy map he watched the holo-projection of the galaxy. "About me needing to be asleep right now. She basically said that if I wasn't in bed by the time she finished fixing whatever it was you called her for, she would personally drag me back up to bed."

"Then I guess I was right to call her."

Looking sideways at her, Kelly suddenly found the screen before her very interesting. "I kind of found it odd that our Chief engineer would leave the engineering just for a simple ventilation problem."

"She cares for you Commander."

"She's a good friend." He agreed standing. "I can't imagine what would've happened if I hadn't had either her or Garrus by my side while hunting Saren."

"My woman's intuition tells me she thinks of you as more than just a friend Commander," Kelly commented still working on her terminal and not looking at him.

That was out of nowhere. "What?"

Stopping her work she turned to face him. "It's in the way she moves Commander. The way she turns to you whenever you enter a room, how she tries to place herself by your side. And if I may say Commander…I think you have feelings for her as well."

"What?"

"You always choose her on your ground team Commander." She said grinning at him. "You try your best to keep her by your side as she does. And then there was your reaction to learning about Haestrom. You'd have to be blind not to notice it."

"Yeomen Chambers I've finished what you – Shepard what are you still doing here?"

Both of them turned towards the armory. Tali was standing just within the CIC giving him the same look she did when she saw that he was in the armory. "I know I know," he said walking towards the elevator. "I'm working on it."

"Think about what I said Commander," Kelly yelled out to him just as the elevator's closed behind him.

The whole way up to his cabin his mind was on what Kelly had told him. Did he have feelings for Tali? Did she have feelings for him? The whole way up his thoughts were playing ping pong. And by the time he entered his cabin and made it to his bed he was still just as confused as he was when he left the CIC. Lying down on the bed he prepared himself for another night filled with dreams of dying or of Ash betraying him. But instead…he dreamed of a certain quarian engineer a few levels below him.

Closing the door behind Merrill, Samara felt her knees give out as all strength left her body. She was amazed that she'd lasted long enough to escort Merrill out. The meld itself was not too terribly taxing. In fact once Merrill learned to focus in on a given memory it became incredibly simple. She was able to remove the lingering traces of Morinth from Merrill's mind with little effort. But it was their first meld, the one that ended so terribly that it should've gone down in history books, which now had the veteran Justicar on her knees ready to lose the scant few contents of her stomach.

Just as Merrill saw into her own memories…she too experienced all of Merrill's memories and emotions. From the moment the child first opened her eyes, to living with her clan in the forests, to when she learned of her ability to use magic, to when she was given to another clan to one day be Keeper. To the time when two of her best friends got lost in the woods, one never to be seen again and the other poisoned so that they were forced to send him away to be cured. Her memories after that one however…they were covered in a darkness. If she had a better word for it she would use it. Out of curiosity she reached out for the darkness and was instantly hit with wave after wave of despair, fear, hatred, envy, rage…every negative motion was amplified a thousand fold and slammed into her at once.

For years this child's memories were coated in darkness so thick, so revolting that she nearly severed the link between the two in disgust. While the darkness was present in the girls mind her memories were nearly completely blocked. All she could sense were the emotions Merrill experienced during that time that were strong enough to pierce the darkness. Mostly Samara felt the growing love Merrill felt for Hawke during this time. It was only until recently, just before they were captured by Cerberus, that the darkness was banished from her mind. How did this child live with such a darkness for so long yet never succumb to it? If she ever had doubts about the strength of that one's will…they were put to rest.

But while she wondered about the darkness she realized that Merrill was seeing into her past, and absorbing her emotions, just as she was. For an asari of over eight hundred years absorbing the memories and emotions of barely thirty years was nothing. But for the child…she was absorbing all of Samara's life, memories and emotions, in one go. That kind of strain could destroy the mind of anyone.

Thinking as fast as she could she focused in on a powerful memory to led Merrill. She thought of her daughters, in a time when there was only a fear of them being Ardat-Yakshi, but had not been confirmed. Luckily the child followed what she offered and her mind was saved. But had she continued to absorb her memories for even a second longer…the child could've ended up brain dead.

There was one other thought, or memory, that stuck out in Merrill's mind. And Samara couldn't help but draw comparisons to herself. The people on Thedas referred to as Templar's. The only emotion that stuck out in Merrill's memories for Templar's was fear. Biotics, or mages, on Thedas were taken from their families, sometimes violently, by the Templar's as soon as their gifts were discovered and locked in a tower under threat of death. The correlation to the Templars and Mages…compared to herself, her daughters, and all Ardat-Yakshi's…the similarities was unsettling.

Sitting up as best she could she made her way to the center of the room facing the stars. She needed to meditate. What she saw with the Templar's and Mages, it had done something that hadn't happened in over four centuries. It had unsettled her. Shaken her faith in what she believed in. In the Code. Closing her eyes she sought the calmness within her as she began to meditate.

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