Title: Leader
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Summary: Wrex realizes being the leader isn't what it cracked up to be.
Word Count: 225
Life was so much easier as a mercenary. Get hired for a job, finish the job, get paid. The end. Then he met Shepard and everything got complicated. Reuniting the clans into a single people was hard work, but it was good work. With the genophage cured and the Reapers destroyed, Tuchunka was on the path to a bright future.
As Shepard once said "heavy is the head that wears the crown" and he had to agree. The negotiating with clans, meetings with the council, and to females...they all wanted a piece of the king. At first it wasn't so bad, but there were more and more of them, no thanks to Bakara.
At least he had been able to slip out for the night to meet Shepard for a drink. She may be a female, but at least she was busy making goofy faces with Vakarian instead of barking up his tree. Maybe he could persuade her to let him back on the Normandy for a bit. She'd invited back Alenko, why not him? A few months of blasting Reapers sounded like paradise.
He sighed, but Bakara would know how to find him and bring him back. And if didn't stay keep Wreave in line, who knew what would happen. No, those days were gone. Long gone.
He was respectable now.
Damn it.