Disclaimer: The Mass Effect Universe and everything in it belongs to BioWare. I only lay claim to London and Teagan.

[Chapter Eleven: Welcome to the Normandy ]

It had been a hell of a long day. When Shepard, his team, and London and Teagan made their way aboard the Normandy shuttle landing zone on the fourth deck, they were greeted by a few unexpected crew members: Grunt, Garrus, Joker, and Kenneth.

Miranda instantly sighed knowing exactly what they were there for, while Jack simply made her way down to the dark cargo hold to get a change of clothes.

Shepard stared them down, wondering what they were planning now. "Okay you four... what is it this time?"

Grunt shrugged, "I wished to hear of the battle. These pyjaks just wanted to see who the new arrivals were. The thief had told brittle bones here another adult female was coming on board the ship. Then he recruited the other two to come here and see."

Joker shrugged innocently and made a faux clueless face, "I just wanted to give the new arrivals a proper greeting, Commander. I have no idea what Grunt is talking about."

Garrus was smirking as he whispered to Kenneth. "Kasumi wasn't kidding when she said the older one was a looker. No fringe, but still…"

Kenneth was practically undressing the sniper with his eyes, "…oh the things I would do to that woman…"

London, with her well trained ears, unhitched her incisor rifle and let it unfold in her hand, throwing it over her left shoulder and cocking her hip for show and threat. "…and what exactly would you do to me?" she asked casually with a hint of hazard.

Kenneth went pale upon seeing the gun and gulped, "I-I-I would give you a mighty fine wave of the hand in a gesture of my welcoming you aboard this ship of cosmic…amazing…ness..."

Garrus covered his eyes and muttered under his breath, "…idiot…"

Commander Shepard let the annoyance beam out of his eyeballs towards the four males, "Just get back to your stations, please. I'm sure when everything is in order proper welcomes will be had. So until then…" he motioned with his hand for them to get back to work. All three had a slight slump in their walk as they headed towards the elevator, Grunt giving an 'I don't see what the big deal is. She's not even attractive, along the way.

Kenneth raised a brow, "What do the female Krogans look like?"

Grunt shrugged as the elevators began to close. "Me, but just a little shorter."

Kenneth looked him over. "Well thaaat explains it."

When they were out of sight, London put her weapon back in its proper place.

Shepard exhaled loudly, turning to her and her little sister apologetically. "I'm really sorry. With those four paired up you just really don't know what's going to happen—or what they'll say."

London looked at Shepard's attire, "Is that what happened with your," she waved a finger around at his armor.

The commander rubbed the back of his neck, "Actually, this massacre happened with just two of them. So you can imagine what can happen with all four…"

"I see."

There was a small moment of awkwardness between the little gathering before Miranda stepped in, "Perhaps we should assign her an area of living while we make our way to Omega, Commander? It'll be a few days travel."

He nodded in agreement. "Yeah, let's set her up in portside observation. Kasumi isn't staying there anymore and it's more than big enough for two people."

Lawson nodded, motioning them towards the elevator. "Right this way, ladies."

Teagan's eyes were wide with amazement at the sheer size of the ship. "This place is so pretty! All the lights…and…t-the space! It's so clean!"

The comment made London silently hurt. She had worked so hard for them these past few years and knew none of it would ever amount to something like the Normandy. She had always wished she could give her little sister more.

Shepard laughed, "I like to keep things in order. Especially if we're traveling with the prettiest little girl the galaxy has ever seen. It has to be presentable, you know?" The commander offered a warm smile towards the tiny biotic that blushed heavily and hid behind her sister's leg.

Miranda chuckled at the scene, pressing the button that led them up to deck three.

xxxxxxx

The doors opened to portside observation and Teagan squealed with delight. "We can stay here? Really!" London sighed lightly before making her way to the center of the room and looking around.

Shepard nodded, "It's all yours Miss Teagan, from the corner to corner."

Miranda walked around to the giant couch and pointed towards a bright red button low on its side. "This turns this couch into a rather large bed for the both of you. The bar over on the other side has been replaced with vitamin drinks and assorted juices for your convenience."

John looked over her with surprised eyes, "When did you do all that with the bar?"

Lawson smiled proudly, "I made a call on the transport vessel to the Mess Sergeant. He was kind enough to do this little task for them."

"You really do think of everything, geesh."

Lawson smirked, "It's what I'm here for, Commander."

Teagan ran up towards Miranda and planted her with a large hug. "Thank you very much Miss Miran—" she caught herself and sucked in her breath, raising her eyes to meet the ex-operatives. "…m-may I call you Miranda, ma'am?"

While momentarily shocked by such a gentle touch, Miranda soon smiled and nodded her head. "Of course, sweetie." She looked over to London who was leaning against the observation window and looking out, "Your little sister is very well mannered for one her age. It's rather impressive."

For the first time since they'd met, London gave a genuine small grin. "What can I say, she's an impressive child."

"Well then," Shepard interrupted, "we'll let you two get situated here and when you're ready for your checkup just go down the hall and take a right to see the medical bay. I've already let Dr. Chakwas know about your arrival today so she'll be in there."

The two Normandy members turned to leave the quarters.

"Mr. Shepard, I assume you have not forgotten that we still need to talk?"

Shepard stopped and turned around, "Of course not, ma'am. But for now let's all of us just get set up and comfortable. We'll talk business tomorrow, alright? It's been a long day and I think everyone needs to bathe, eat, and rest for a night…especially the little one."

Teagan, who was rolling around on the soft couch, stopped and looked up to her big sister with a pouting face. London rolled her eyes and sighed, "Very well. Tomorrow then."

As Shepard and Miranda left the room, the ex-operative gave him a questioning brow. "I had no idea you were so good with children, Commander."

John gave a large grin. "Are you kidding? I never grew up!"

xxxxxxx

London had taken off all weapons and placed them neatly on one side of the room and away from Teagan's reach, with the exception of a small pistol that she left on her own hip mount. With the evening coming in she could feel how tired her body was and the ache of her wounds, however, she put on an act as she went towards her little sister and swept her off her feet in a playful twirl.

Teagan laughed loudly and freely as her big sister swung her in a large circle before setting her down firmly on her feet. The sniper brought her gray orbs down to meet the others green, "We need to give you bath! You smell like little pyjak feet!"

Teagan giggled, shaking her head in disagreement. "I do not!"

London let out a playful roar as she threw Teagan over her shoulder and towards their private bathroom, sending the child into another wave of laughter. "I think you do, madam! So bathe you must! I doubt the medical doctor would want to examine such a filthy little animal!" she said dramatically, adding a fake English accent into the mix.

"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine…" Teagan stated reluctantly as she now stood by the half tub half shower and waited for it to fill.

When the water was the perfect temperature London turned around and crossed her arms as she waited. "Into the water with you, little pyjak!"

Teagan undressed herself quickly and slowly made her way into the tub, sitting down and bringing her knees to her chest. "Okaaaay…I'm in…"

London turned around and sat on the lip of the tub. Her eyes wandered over her little sister's body trying to find signs of abuse. With the exception of a few small bruises on her arms in the shapes of fingertips there were none, and she was relieved.

"It's been a pretty rough day, hasn't it Tee?"

Teagan nodded her head in agreement. "…yah. But it got us here, didn't it! With all these nice people…"

London smiled softly, "…always looking at the bright side of things, huh? Just like your mother."

The little biotic giggled, "She's your mommy too, silly."

"Maybe…but you got all her traits, little one."

Teagan looked up at her sister with shining eyes. "Really? Mean it?"

"Of course I mean it. Everything mama had in her you have in you. You two share the same spirit."

Teagan put her chin on the top of her knees, eyes suddenly becoming sad. "I know I don't remember much, but…I miss them."

London cupped handfuls of water and let the liquid fall down her sisters back from the top of her head. "I know, Tee. I miss them too. But we got to be brave for them, remember? And even though they're gone, I still have you and you still have me. And I will always be here.

Teagan leaned her cheek onto her big sister's lap, dampening the pants beneath it. London gently caressed her face, "It'll be alright. We're together and that's all that matters for right now. We'll figure everything else out as we go along, okay?"

The little girl nodded slowly.

"Okay then. When you finish bathing then go into my pack and put on your night clothes while I bathe. Then when we're both ready we'll head out to see that Dr. Chakwas."

Teagan looked up to her, "You brought extra clothes?"

"Of course I did. I always had an emergency pack ready to go incase something ever happened and we needed to move. It's not very large, but it should be enough for another three days."

"Okies! I'll hurry up so you can get in then."

"Take your time, Tee, there's no rush."

xxxxxxx

When the pair had finally finished bathing off the dirt, blood, and grime from the day's events they strode hand in hand and made their way towards Dr. Chakwas' office. After letting the doors hiss softly shut behind them, London gave out a polite cough acknowledging their arrival. "Excuse me ma'am, but Commander Shepard requested that we come down this evening to get a basic medical examination."

Chakwas swiveled in her chair and stood up with a gentle smile on her face, "Ah yes of course! London and Teagan correct? I am Dr. Helen Chakwas of the Normandy crew, and I am happy to meet you both."

Teagan smiled brightly while London extended her hand to shake the other woman's. "Thank you very much for the courtesy, ma'am. I appreciate it."

"Oh please, dear, just call me Helen."

"Very well, Helen."

"Wonderful! Shall we get started then?" she said clapping her hands together.

London nodded, "I would like it if Teagan went first. She's been through a lot today and I'd just like to make sure everything is alright."

"Of course, my dear. It's quite the basic procedure, there's no need to take blood or request a urine sample of any sort. I just need to swab her cheek to gather a bit of saliva and a small tissue sample, and then I simply need to place her in that scanner so that I may check her body for physical injury."

London ruffled the little one's hair. "See. Not so bad, right?"

Teagan shook her head. "Nu-uh."

Chakwas leaned into the little girl with a long cotton-tipped stick. "In we go, darling."

Teagan opened her mouth and let the doctor take her sample.

"Wonderful, now let's just put this in this container like so—and now lets head over to that large contraption over there and check how your body is doing."

Teagan looked up with a nervous gaze to her sister, but upon seeing the reassurance in her eyes knew it would be alright. The child stepped in and stood perfectly still.

"Such a wonderful child this one is. I remember at her age I was taking other kid's toys and throwing dirt at my sitter," she snickered as the scanner did its work.

London gave a half smile.

"Alright my dear, you can step off that and return to us over here. We're all done!" Chakwas gazed over her data pad's results. "No signs of damage to tissue or bone," she said, moving on to the lower half of the pad. "…gorgeous brain activity, no anomalies in the blood stream…she's a little dehydrated but you can solve that with the vitamin liquids that were stocked in your room. Everything looks good."

London nodded, relief showing on her face. "Thank you very much, doctor."

"You're very welcome. Now, if you would please?"

After going through all the motions for the saliva sample, London found herself in the scanner with a curious Teagan looking over her. After about a minute or so she too removed herself from the device and retook her place by Helen in wait of her results.

"Let's see…besides the obvious body wounds which we will take of in just a moment, you've no broken bones thankfully and—" Dr. Chakwas frowned, her tone lowering. "…Hmm. My dear, may I have a word with you?"

London knew what it was about instantly. "This is exactly why I didn't want the medical check up to begin with," she inwardly cursed without having it show on her face. "…Sure. Teagan, honey, will you please go back to our room and wait for me there while I finish here with Dr. Chakwas?"

Teagan looked worried. "A-are you okay?"

London nodded and smiled, "I'm fine Tee, just wait for me there okay?"

"…okay."

When the child was out of the room, London returned her attention to the Doctor who looked a little worried. "London, the scanner results are showing heavy tissue scarring inside the vaginal canal. Now, there are no reported diseases which means you're clean as can be but…for safety reasons, it's required that I check you, dear."

London sighed heavily. "It's really okay, Helen. I can assure you that—"

"Please, dear. It's just procedure in times like this. Plus, I would rest easier tonight knowing that everything is alright with our new Normandy guests."

The sniper could think of no other option, "Very well. This little matter remains between us though, correct? My sister hasn't the slightest clue about any of this."

Chakwas waited as London removed her cargo pants and then guided her to sit in the examination chair. "Strictly confidential," she said as she put on a new pair of gloves, a facial mask that covered her mouth and nose, and placed a tissue light cover around London's lower half.

London leaned back against the cold examination chair and lifted her butt to remove her panties, her face turning onto its side and gazing off into empty space on the wall afterwards. Dr. Chakwas lubricated and warmed the small tool needed to check her patient. "Are you ready, London?"

London clenched her jaw but nodded firmly, spreading her legs slowly and resting them on the chair's leg holders. "I would like to finish this as quickly as possible if you don't mind."

Helen gave the woman a sympathetic look then leaned slightly in, inserting the tool gradually into her patient then clenching down on it to spread London's delicate folds and tunnel. London could feel her lower abdomen clench but soon forced herself to relax for the sake of feeling less pain. "Boy, they really make you do everything on this ship don't they, doctor?"

Chakwas gave her an appreciated chuckle as she examined the scarring within. "You've no idea, my dear."

"So…I'm assuming you're finding everything alright like I've said?"

The doctor had just finished checking her cervix and moved on to feel along the walls. "There's a small amount of swelling, and the amount of scarring present is unnerving in all honesty but… it seems that you're healthy otherwise." Helen removed her fingers then took out the tool slowly. "I'll give you some pills and an ointment to help. Everything else will come with time."

London quickly removed herself from the examination chair and redressed, trying to pick up pieces of her dignity along the way. "Thank you."

"London...may I ask how this happened, and what your little sister does not know?"

Once dressed, London looked over to Chakwas. "It's hard living on Omega, ma'am. And it's really not what you think." she stated flatly.

"And would you like to tell me what you think I think?"

"Rape. I wasn't raped."

"Then—"

"Ma'am my little sister has been waiting for me for a while now and I'd like to get back to her."

"…I…very well. But I'm here if you need to talk. And we have a councilor onboard as well named Kelly Chambers. She's always available and very good at what she does."

"I understand and appreciate the concern, ma'am, but… I've been dealing with this for about five years. I'm fine, I assure you."

Chakwas backed off and gave her both the ointment and pills after patching up her face and ribs.

London began to walk out the door but stopped just at the entrance, turning her head over her shoulder and giving a brief and half-hearted smile. "…thank you anyways…"

Dr. Chakwas could only nod in return, watching the woman walk out of her office and down the hall.

xxxxxxx

When she had finally returned to her room, she found Teagan had already fallen into a deep and calm sleep on their bed. London walked over and pulled the fluffy comforter over her shoulders to warm her further. She caressed her little cheek with the back of her hand then leaned in to kiss her forehead before making her way over to the observation window and looking out into the stars.

She was motionless for the longest of time before her shoulders began to quake as she leaned over, grasping her mouth with both hands to keep from sobbing out into their new room and waking her little sister.

xxxxxxx

The Commander's Cabin

Same Night

To: ShepSR2

From: AdAndrsn

Subject: Requesting Status Update

John, the package should have been received by now yet I've heard no word from you. Status Update.

Also, I've wired some credits in payment to the Normandy's account.

-Anderson

To: AdAndrsn

From: ShepSR2

Subject: Update

Package acquired, but small change of plans.

The child has only one known relative: an older sibling going by the name of [******] who is currently with us as well. We picked [******] up infiltrating the base of operations by themselves in a very successful attempt to rescue the target. How she got there is still unknown to me, but I feel with time perhaps we'll learn everything soon enough.

I'm still unclear if they know anything about the package's receiver, but I plan to address and speak with them tomorrow regarding future actions and needed information. Course to the Citadel is still in-route; however, we will be making a quick stop to gather some of their personals from their previous home. It shouldn't take more than an extra day or two worth of travel. In other news, Kasumi managed to gather only a small bit of information from a fried terminal on Almos. The man at play calls himself the 'The Buyer'. Not very original if you ask me, but hey, I guess it's better than no information at all. I'll get in contact with Liara soon to see if she has anything that can help.

Oh, and thank you for the payment.

John sent the message and backed his chair up from the terminal, rubbing his face with both hands then yawning loudly in only his sleeping shorts, "…think if I say I'm retiring they'd listen?" he asked jokingly.

A freshly showered Jack wearing only a tight, crème colored tank-top and a pair of sleeping shorts smirked from on top of his bed, rolling over onto her stomach and looking at his direction. "Try it and see what happens. I'm actually curious to see how far their eyeballs will roll in back of their heads while they pass the fuck out. What ever will humanity to without their precious Commander Shepard?"

Shepard rolled his eyes at her sarcasm as he got onto his feet and made his way over to the bed, plopping down beside her but choosing to lie on his back. "So, what do you think of our new guests?" he asked, changing the conversation.

Jack shrugged, rolling over onto her back now and laying by the commander shoulder to shoulder. "Eh, the older one has a stick the size of Miranda's ego shoved up her ass but the little one…" Jack changed her expression to one that was slightly softer, "…she's alright. Makes me think a lot though—but that ain't her fault."

John turned his head to look at her, "Think about what?"

"Ah you know, random shit: 'what if that', 'what if this'…just a bunch of scenarios that drive me up the fuckin' wall."

Shepard smiled at her, watching the way her face changed when she spoke about different things: wow her brows furrowed then would suddenly go high, how her lips moved gracefully despite the sometimes vulgar words that flew out, and he especially loved the way her eyes went wild with thought when she was angry or confused. You see, she liked to think of herself as tough shit with a stone face, but to him…she was plain as daylight to see. They'd spent every night together sleeping back to back since the suicide mission and little by little their conversations got longer, the length that Shepard was able to touch her expanded, and he even got to catch more eyefuls of her than she usually let him have. Things were going really well, so he was comfortable enough tonight to dig a little deeper into her thoughts, "…what kind of scenarios are you coming up with?"

Jack folded her arms across her eyes as she rested and exhaled. "…have you ever," she started, but ended up stopping, not wanting to sound like an idiot. "…nevermind…"

John chuckled and nudged her shoulder with his, "Aw come on. Have I ever what?"

The biotic growled lightly. "This is fuckin' stupid but…have you ever looked at this person that catches your eye and wonder if that could have been you if shit in your life went differently?"

Shepard grinned at her, "I used to all the damn time."

Jack brought her arms down to rest on her stomach now as she turned her head to meet his gaze. "You did? What made ya' stop?"

His smiled widened with great sincerity, "I met you. I'm happy with where and what I am now."

Jack growled then flung herself over his body to give him the hardest punch she could manage at the given time. Shepard, who had braced himself for this moment, caught her by the wrists in surprise and held them down onto his chest firmly, not allowing her to hit him. Jack could feel the loud pounding of his heart within its tight confines and she froze in amazement. Her eyes traced the shape of his chest and the grip his hands had over hers. Slowly and unexpectedly softly, Jack removed her wrists from his grasp and brought her head down onto his chest, planting her ear over the spot where Shepard had held her hands. The biotic closed her eyes and listened to its powerful and steady rhythm:

thumpthump…thumpthump…thumpthump…thumpthump

John lifted his head to observe her. She had the same face he saw back on the Citadel as she looked out into the pinkish atmosphere: Peaceful. Calm. He knew right then he was able to touch her. Slowly he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her body's length against his.

This moment lasted for a good, long time before Shepard broke the silence with a question, "…Jack?"

She kept her eyes closed but answered anyways in her usual annoyed tone, "…what?"

"What scenarios run through your head?"

The ex-convict's eyes fluttered open, gazing off into the deep blue of the fish tank. "Pushy fucker aren't ya?"

He could do nothing but grin stupidly. "Guess so."

She hesitated like she always had before, nervous of what he might think of her, "When I see the kid… I like to imagine that that's what I would be like. Yeah she still got experimented on, but…she wasn't old enough to remember it and somehow got away from everything that could have happened afterwards. I wonder that… maybe if I had gotten away like she did, that I'd be some completely different person today. Ya' know? Just another chick with long hair and no ink or scars on her body. Pretty stupid shit, huh?"

John ran his fingers down her left forearm to a tattoo of a woman with long, flowing dark hair that shared a similar profile to Jack herself. "Is that what this is?"

Jack lowered her eyes to meet where his hand was. "….yeah. She's my 'whatif'. I guess she's what I wanted to be once upon a time in a kingdom far, far away. Kind of a shitty ink job, but it's there now and ain't nothing I can do about it when removal ain't an option."

John rested his head back on his pillow and caressed his thumb across the tattoo.

She lifted her head from his chest to stare at his face, "Don't you say a word of this to anyone, Shepard? You hear me?"

He chuckled as he nodded lifting his face again to meet hers, "I hear you loud and clear, Jack."

"Fuckin'A you do! And, if you're gonna' keep asking me shit then I'm putting a cap on how many questions you can ask."

He laughed lightly, "Are you serious?"

Her eyes narrowed, showing exactly how serious she was. "You get one personal question every two days, gotit? But I get to ask whatever the hell I feel like, when I feel like it."

He shook his head, "That's a little one sided don't you think?"

"You want to know more about me? You do it on my terms."

While not really liking the conditions set, he did want Jack bad enough to agree to her anyways. "….fine. We'll play by your rules."

Jack brought her face over his and furrowed her brow. "Just so you know…you already used your question today."

Shepard rolled his eyes. "Of course I did," he said sarcastically.

"Two days," She restated, peering over him.

John sighed but smiled none-the-less. "Two days."

Jack was about to lower herself back onto her side of the bed before Shepard tightened his grip around her. "The fuck, Shepard?" she asked annoyed.

He grinned gently. "Come here…"

She raised a brow, her face still above his. "How much fuckin' closer can I get? I said I liked you weird Shepard, but this is just pushing it."

John raised his free hand to softly grab her chin and run his thumb over her plush lower lip. She rolled her eyes. "I ain't here for your amusement."

"I know and I'm not asking for you to amuse me," he said honestly.

Jack squint her eyes, "…then what the fuck are you asking?"

Shepard's light blue eyes looked straight into her dark hazel ones, "I would like it very much if you let me kiss you."

The biotic backed up her head and raised a brow once more, "…did you seriously ask to kiss me?"

He nodded, "I did."

"Weird, Shepard. Just…weird as a fuck."

The commander grinned, "I thought you said you liked me weird?"

She clenched her jaw and looked away, "I do it's just... no one's ever asked me that before. It was either always taken by force or I was to drunk or doped up to give a damn. Sometimes all three."

He brought his finger to her chin again and forced her to look at him. "I guess that makes me unique then and most definitely not like them."

Her eyes softened for a second, showing him that just maybe she agreed with him. Or at least, that's what he wanted to believe. "So may I?"

Jack inhaled lightly. It wasn't like they had never kissed before, it's just this time something felt so incredibly delicate about the moment. She was scared of ruining it but didn't want to refuse it at the same time. Her voice was shaky, almost insecure when she looked away and replied, "….fine."

John smiled, taking the fingers under her chin to guide her lips to his in a slow dance of passion. Jack found herself arching her body into Shepard's naturally while his strong arms wrapped around her lower back and pushed them even further together, taking every possible centimeter of free space between them and forcing the crevasses to be filled with heat and pressure. The biotic found her fingertips digging into his chest and sighing contently into his kiss, Shepard returning the feeling with the softest of groans.

The moment their lips parted, it was only because they both lacked the breath to continue.

Both of them stared into each others half-lidded eyes and John knew this moment was one that would bring them forever closer. He brought the biotic back down onto him and held her firmly, liking the warmth their two bodies produced when they touched. He had known it for a long time but had never told her—never dared to even mention it to her because he knew the pace she needed to go at, and knew she needed to figure her own feelings out by herself. But even so, through every action and every soft look he ever gave her, he silently screamed that he was falling in love with the psychotic ex-convict only known as Jack.

Jack put her ear back to his heart, listening to the music it produced from within his body. For once in her life she didn't give a smart ass comment or pull away back into her safety zone, because for the first time ever (brief as it might be) she felt that this was her safety zone. She had seen the way Shepard looked at her sometimes. At first it had made her uncomfortable and annoyed, but then as time went on it started to make her feel attractive and wanted. Maybe this man would be the first man that actually meant what he said when he said it. Shepard had never lied about anything to her before and had never given her a reason to doubt him.

In her mind this was to good to be true, but despite all the bullshit she had put him through, and all the head and heartaches she must have given him—he was still back with her the next day, poking and prodding at her, willing her to give bits and small pieces of whatever it was she felt like offering. Eventually, all those bits and pieces accumulated into this moment, the very moment where they were now with her head over his heart and his arms around her protectively. She knew that Shepard knew that she could take care of herself, but it moved her somewhere deep in her numb heart that he still felt the urge to try. And because of this action she knew this man was something special. She knew that she could turn her back to him and not worry if he'd strike at her. And for this thought to come into her mind, she also knew that she was beginning to fall in love…and it scared her.

Would she tell him? No. If he asked right now, would she answer honestly? No. But would she try to work on it? Yes. And for her to decide that showed change in her something fierce.

John closed his eyes, happy that just for tonight he would get the chance to hold her like this as they slept. "Jack…maybe you should talk to her tomorrow."

Jack rubbed her cheek softly against his bare chest. "Who the hell are you talkin' about?"

John grabbed his comforter with his other hand and tossed it over the two of them. "Teagan."

The biotic was silent for a moment, considering the idea in her head. "…I ain't very good with kids, Shepard."

"Couldn't hurt to try though could it?"

Jack was tired and started to get angry. "Let met think about it okay? For now will ya' just shut up and let me sleep?"

"Yes," Shepard grinned, "…my queen."

Jack lazily tossed an arm over his torso and made herself comfortable against him. Remembering the comment from a week or so earlier she yawned, "…and don't you fuckin' forget it."

After another moment of silence Jack was the next to speak up. "Hey, Shepard?"

John couldn't help but laugh as seeing she just told him to shut up. "Yeah, Jack?"

She began to drift off into slumber, "…if you get a boner tonight, I'll chop it the fuck off in the morning. Fair warning."

Shepard's eyes shot open.

Jack smiled, giving a singsong response as her eyes closed, "Goodniiiight."

[End Eleven: Welcome to the Normandy]

A/N: I would love to hear what you think on London and Teagan. It's a little harder incorporating new characters into an already well known crew, but I find that I love the creative freedom that comes with having them.