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Jane wandered into the kitchen around four a.m. only to hear the sounds of muffled arguing emanating from Garrus's bedroom. With a stab of guilt, knowing he was only awake at this hour because of her never-ending problems, she crept to the door and pressed her ear against the cool metal.

"Look Garrus, I appreciate what you went through to find her. But I can't leave Tuchanka. Uniting these morons is our species only chance and if I'm off-planet, even for a couple weeks, it all goes to crap. And biotics sure as hell aren't something that can be taught over a holo-call!"

"She has combat experience. Listen man, you're it. I've nowhere else to turn, and she's tougher than she looks. She might surprise you. A few weeks of intense training may be all she needs. You won't be starting from scratch."

"Are you deaf turian? I told you, I can't leave and what you're asking is impossible!"

This was not happening. This was her last chance, her only chance. "Wait!" Jane cried, barging through the door. "Sorry Garrus, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, well I did … but I can't lose this opportunity." She tossed him a sheepish smile before continuing her march up to the holo-projector, trying her best to beam confidence across the galaxy as she spoke. Her diminutive stature was amplified by standing next to the turian, significantly reducing the effect. "Then I come to you. I learn on your turf, your terms."

"Riiiiight," the lizard's red eyes gleamed in the darkness, "I'm sure you've been through hell but dancing on a pole is not the same as surviving on Tuchanka."

"Don't discount me." Jane hissed between clenched teeth, willing herself not to flinch. She never wanted Garrus to learn this tidbit about her past, but this was a matter of life and death – of embracing the future or withering in the darkness. "I wasn't sold to a brothel until I was fifteen years old. And they only managed to keep me contained for a few months. I slaughtered my way out of there in a river of blood."

"Uh huh. Look kid, we got bugs bigger than you here."

Garrus stood silently, watching the by-play, caught between 'what just happened' and 'oh, spirits this is not what I intended.'

"Size is irrelevant in the face of raw power. The batarians figured out I was biotic before I even set foot on Kar'Shan. I was part of some biotic death camp. Our two species have remarkably similar physiologies. So, they frequently use humans to test new drugs on. The idea is to create extremely powerful biotics in service to The Hegemony. And from everything I've seen, they succeeded better than any of you soft fucks could imagine. We blow the asari out of the Athena Cluster."

"This shit hole is no picnic. We don't even have power or running water. Food is scarce at best. Every day is a fight for survival."

Jane scoffed. "Those are luxuries I can do without. I managed to survive in the jungle for years. Did you know Kar'Shan has giant, electrical cats and slugs the size of you that breathe fire? Kept a little kid alive through all that too. Think you met her on the Rotund. Oh, and they didn't make it easy on me. Had a gods-forsaken inhibitor chip in that whole time. So, I had to use my powers with that damn thing in my head."

"If your training's so impressive why do you need me? What's the blasted problem anyhow?"

"My powers grew after they installed that chip… I… don't know how to control all of it. I'm going to wind up hurting either myself or someone else." She glanced sideways at Garrus. "And I really don't want that to happen. It's like… I reach out, I call to the blue and so much comes – it's a cascade, a chaotic storm swirling and moving around me. Even when I feel it writhing in the palm of my hand it's … too much and I lose control of the hurricane."

Wrex seemed to consider her for a few moments before relenting. "Alright what's your damn training?"

"Obstacle courses, dangerous jobs to clear out local wildlife, patrolling the grounds, hunting escapees and trespassers, pit fighting, and you know, surviving."

"Pit fighting huh? Alone? As a team? With weapons?"

"We weren't allowed weapons but our opponents, full grown fighters by the way, were given a boot knife. We were kids. They were huge, and it was one on one until we were teens. Then they'd toss in a pair every once and awhile."

"And you were doin' this from when you were young?"

"I was eleven the first time I killed a man, or so they told me. If you're asking about the wildlife shit, that started a few months after I arrived and I was … little when I was taken."

Wrex continued to stare at her, as if trying to look past her, to something deeper. Only the silence was making her uncomfortable. If she couldn't convince this stubborn lizard to take her on as a student, Mordin would have to re-purpose an inhibitor chip and she'd be back to relying on other people for protection, a notion that made her skin crawl. If she wasn't careful she'd start trembling at the mere thought, right in front of this battlemaster, screwing any chance she had. She bit down on her tongue, breathing steadily, before dropping all reservation and barreling forward. "They used everything from beatings to drugs to music to increase the connection between our sympathetic nervous system and conscious mind. And it worked. Only, I don't know how to fully control this power. I'm willing to come to you – I get it. You're busy. But help train me, and my abilities will be at your disposal. Your mission will be my mission. Your values, my values. I'll do whatever it takes. And I won't be a burden." She ignored the sharp look Garrus threw her way. This wasn't the plan, but damnit, she'd prefer death over helplessness.

The krogan and her stood glaring at one another for a few moments. Jane didn't look away. She held herself high, proud, and tried her best to put forth the image of 'immovable warrior.'

"You've got a quad kid."

"I earned it."

"Heaviest object ever lifted."

"400 pound distillery that was trying to crush my friend."

"How old?"

"Thirteen."

Wrex let out a low whistle. "If I agree to this, I meant it, you may not survive."

"Something tells me that those without every edge they can get won't live through the reaper invasion anyway. I'll take the risk."

"Can't believe I'm saying this, but I'll give ya a chance."

Jane practically bounced on her heels before thinking better.

"One chance. And I mean it, get in the way of my mission, and it's a one way ticket off this rock – provided you're still alive. Krogan aren't exactly friendly to aliens. This will be rough."

"I won't disappoint you sir."

"Sir? Shit. You've been hanging out with the turian for too long."

"I'm still here Wrex!" Garrus growled.

"Yeah yeah. Whatever. One other thing, you'll be arranging transportation. I don't have a ship."

"I'll figure something out." Jane interjected.

"No skin off my hump. Give me at least a week's notice when you have a way onto this rock and I'll send you landing coordinates. Whatever you do, DON'T deviate. Otherwise, you might be in range of a less friendly clan's cannons and they won't hesitate to blast you out of the sky."

When the call ended, Garrus turned to her, eyes hooded and dark. "Tuchanka? Jane, listen, I know you're desperate but the krogan homeworld is brutal, not to mention radioactive. He's right. You may not survive."

She paused, fidgeting. Running her forefinger over her thumb repeatedly, a habit he'd come to know well. "Somethings are worse than death. I'll do whatever it takes to keep my powers."

"You really want this?"

She nodded and he could tell by the resolute gaze that there would be no talking her out of it.