He paces back and forth in the cargo hold of the Normandy. A soft growl coming from his lips as his gaze slides left to right somewhat blindly. He feels an itch under his plates that he can't scratch and a burning rage bubbling in the vicinity of his heart. He turns again and walks into Grunt. The tank born Krogan that Jane had picked up somewhere along the way.

"Vakarian." Grunt says with, well a grunt. "Spar?" He gestures towards the near empty cargo hold. "It will take your mind off things."

Garrus freezes and nods, but without giving the Krogan a chance to prepare he launches himself at the Krogan with fists, and feet. Grunt moves just as quickly, blocking Garrus' attacks and taking a few shots of his own. The two dodge and weave through the cargo hold, slamming fists against chests, against heads and body parts. The moment Grunt headbutts Garrus, the Turian lashes out, seemingly lost in his rage and slams the Krogan against the wall, snarling while slamming Grunt repeatedly enough that the tank born perfect Krogan is knocked unconscious.

"Jane Jane…" Joker's voice pierces the fog of forced sleep from her mind. Garrus had brought her onto Normandy shortly after the battle at the resort. Her grief at the loss of her daughter had overwhelmed her that she had fainted. Forcing Garrus to protect his wife before he was able to carry her to safety.

"JANE!" Joker calls out again with panic in his voice. "Primarch Victus is outside your door, he needs to talk to you and you need to stop Garrus from killing Grunt in the cargo hold right now!"

At Joker's words, she rubs the sleep from her eyes and sits up, wondering at first how she got to Normandy but remembers the sharp tang of grief again. The door wooshes open and Victus is striding towards her. Now, she's not very good at reading Turian faces but the fact that she can see the pure worry in his gaze causes her to pause for a moment.

"Jane, I...I know that you are dealing with something a parent should never have too. But I need your help. It's your husband," he says softly, sitting on the edge of her bed and reaches for his hand. "He's in a blood haze and if he's not snapped out of it, he'll start killing people that get in his way."

At Jane's confused look, he presses on. "He can feel everything you're feeling from your bond mark. Your grief, your rage, sadness...it's double for him." He looks down and rubs his thumb against her palm. "You're the only one that can snap him out of it, he won't be able to hurt you and will recognize the bond the two of you have."

She doesn't waste time, quickly pulling her hand out of his and climbing out of bed. Without even bothering to put on shoes, let alone fix her appearance she runs out the room and into the elevator that will take her straight into the cargo hold. James was standing by the cargo door, pacing back and forth. When his eyes landed on Jane he rushed towards her. "Liara went and tried to save Grunt, Garrus was about to kill him." He grabs Jane's arm, "Please…" He says softly causing Jane to close her eyes and nods. "I'll make sure they're okay."

The Cargo Door opens, she takes in the sight that greeted her. Liara had placed a stasis field around her and the downed Krogan, while the Turian was punching away at it, snarling. The moment she stepped into the Cargo bay, he stopped turning to look in her direction. He began to move towards her like a predator stalking its prey. Each step he took closer towards her sent her heart thudding in her chest. She holds out a hand, "Garrus…" She says softly but the only response she got from the large Turian was a soft growl.

"Mate." He says, a growl coming from his chest as he stalks closer towards her. "Mine." To Jane's credit she did not run away. She swallowed her fear and stood still, watching him draw closer to her. Her hand still upheld is captured, and held firmly against Garrus' chest with his hand covering it to hold her in place. "Must protect." He says with another soft growl, his other arm moving to wrap around hers and his head lowering. He nudges her head to the side and buries his face into her neck and his teeth lightly nibble the mark on her neck.

As her scent fills his head, it clears the haze surrounding him. He shudders, and lets out a soft breath but doesn't move from his position. Behind Jane, James would run past and run towards Liara and Grunt. Quickly followed by Doctor Chakwas to check on the downed Krogan. "He's alive, barely." She says a touch harshly. At her words, a few of the crew come into the cargo bay to bring Grunt to the Medbay.

Jane's other hand slides up Garrus' chest and lightly around his neck. "Let's go upstairs." She says softly as she gently tugs him towards the elevators. He moves woodenly, and slowly follows behind her as she guides him into the elevator. As the door closes, she's in his arms, a heavy breath escaping both their lips.

"Jane, I'm...sorry." He says softly, one hand curling into her hair and giving the dark red locks a light tug. "I lost myself there," he leans down and lightly nuzzles her neck again. "I know you're grieving and I…" He lets out a soft keening sound. "And I…"

Her hands move up to touch his face."No Garrus. It's okay." She gives him a half smile. "Victus told me what happened." Her hand trails to his mandible, thumb lightly flicked against it. "It means so much to me that you care so much for me, that you took on the burden of all of this all on your own." She tugs his head down, foreheads bumping against each other lightly. "And that you're using your connections, and your friends to help find our daughter, and our friends."

"But I also need you to keep it together, Big Guy," The elevator door opens on their floor. She takes his hand and leads him into their room. She presses on, guiding him into the bathroom and stripping him out of his blood stained clothes. She keeps a constant hand on him, having that strong desire to keep skin to skin contact.

The heated water cascaded over them both, she keeps herself pressed lightly against him as she washes him gently, fingers gliding along the spaces between his plates and down to around his waist. She skirts his groin, carefully avoiding the slit that protects his cock. Her hands move to wash along his thighs and legs, down to his feet before she slides back up, admiration in her gaze.

He does the same, carefully washing her with the strange fruit scented soaps, talons gently sliding into her hair, pulling a moan from her lips, which ironically does cause him to stir behind his plates. He looked down at her face, her eyes closed in bliss as his talons lathered her hair. He lowers his head, bumping his forehead against hers and lets out a soft keening noise that makes her open her eyes and look up at him with a peaceful smile on her face.

The water shuts off as they both attempt to grab each other's towel to dry the other off. Laughter bubbling up briefly as the two look at each other and sigh. "Bed?" He says softly brushing her wet hair off her face and running the towel down along her limbs. Of course he doesn't have to work for it as she does. Due to his reach, he was able to dry her completely with her towel before she even finished drying him.

Her head shakes, "I've spent the past three days in bed. I think we should…" She bites her lip a bit, hands moving to lightly squeeze his sensitive waist. "I missed you." She says softly, gaze staring pointedly at his chest and avoiding his gaze. His hand moved to lightly tweak her chin upwards as his lips came down on hers with a kiss. "Don't have to tell me twice." He says, bending down to quickly pick up the smaller human. Her legs moved to wrap around him as she clung tightly to his neck.

With a few shorter steps then she would have taken, the Turian carries her across the room and deposits her on the bed before he climbs over her. Bracing himself on his elbows as his gaze slides from her face, and down along her body. Her skin flushed pink in some parts, contrasting with his silvered plates. His gaze moves upwards again, meeting her gaze before he lowers his face to hers, brushing his mouth plates against her lips and his tongue lightly teasing her bottom lip seeking entry.

Her lips part in a soft gasp, feeling that she was on fire when his blue eyes traveled over her body. She had fought countless battles, fought in many wars. Nearly half of them are fighting against him, and yet, her body feels like it was on fire, he made her feel like a woman to be desired and wanted. From her reading on Turian physiology, she knew that he could smell her arousal, the blush staining her from chest to cheeks.

He places a knee between her legs and gently nudges them apart, his tongue darts out lightly licking her cheek, down her neck before circling and teasing downwards. His teeth lightly, gently nips at each crested peak of her nipples before teasing downwards to flick against her belly button. Her hands move, resting on the top of his fringe before her fingers gently slide along it to find the sensitive parts of his skin. He dipped lower still, tongue flicked over her hip bones before sliding downwards.

From the videos Joker had sent, he learned that some women had hair at the apex of their thighs. But Jane's was smooth, and slick, causing his fingers to itch as he wanted to investigate each and every single fold with his fingers and tongue. The medical research that he had gotten from Miranda showed that the small bundle of flesh where his thumb was lightly tweaking was one of the main points of giving pleasure to the human females. Miranda had stressed that the bulk of the human male race never knew what to do with it and largely ignored or did not know about it's existence.

His tongue flicked out, gently lapping at her folds carefully monitoring her reaction to his actions. The soft, ragged gasp that came from her lips was the answer he needed to press on. He shifted a bit, making himself comfortable to make sure his cock wasn't squashed under his weight. Pushing Jane's legs wider so he could slide her legs up and over his shoulders while he feasted on her sweet pussy. Her hips began to rise upwards, meeting each pass of his tongue against her willing flesh, her hands now grasping at his fringe as she attempted to pull him upwards.

"Garrus! Please." She says with a breathless whimper, hips raised off the bed as her hands tugged. "I…" She swallowed, staring down into his face.

"Say it." He growls against her pussy, tongue sticking out to lap once more from slit to clit, amusement in his piercing blue eyes. He knew what she needed, but wanted to hear the words themselves. He enjoyed the flex of her body as she pressed upwards against him in her need.

"I need you inside me." She says softly, her vibrant green eyes pleading with him. At her words, he surges upwards, placing her legs around his waist, his own hand wrapped around his cock as he lines up the shot before slowly slipping into her moist folds. He throws his head back and lets out a growl, feeling her walls tighten around his cock. He pulls out, till only the tip of his cock is still inside her before he pushes forward once again. Taking his time, he moved slowly and watched her body and face carefully for each and every reaction she made.

Savoring the gasps and whimpers he draws out of her while he first focuses on her pleasure and gives her release before chasing his own. As he feels her walls tighten around his cock, he starts to increase his speed. A few more thrusts of his own and he hilted himself completely inside her, blood rushing to his head, as he filled her completely.

"Jane!" He growls out as he buries his face against the curve of her neck, teeth nipping at the markings before they sink down into her skin, filling his mouth with the coppery taste of her blood.

Pragia

Teltin Facility

Miranda wakes up to a loud scream echoing off the walls. Finding herself strapped to a bed with fear and panic filling her as she recognizes where she is, and the scream she heard belonged to Jack. Another piercing scream followed, this one younger and much more heartbreaking. "Lisa."

Hi guys, I'm not sure if anyone is even reading this but if you are, you can probably head to Ao3 and find the story there. I'll be updating it more frequently on that site. My Handle there is Emirae. 3