Shep and the Dreamworld

So, the beginning of a new story... I've kind of left a few of my other stories hanging but I promise I'm working on them too and I haven't forgotten about them! This story (although you probably wont notice until later chapters) might feel a bit familiar to a few people. If you lot don't get it when I'm done, I'll explain why, but for the mean time happy guessing. It's not really anything amazing, just something I haven't tried before. First chapters pretty short but I'm happy with it.

Enjoy, Nova x

Chapter 1

He was there.

He was there, but he was a million miles away at the same time.

But then... was he?

She was just over there. But technically, she was as far away as she could get. Up there, like an angel. Yes, She was like an angel. So high above him, and so untouchable. Apart from... yes he could reach out at touch her image, and it was almost enough. Almost. But she would never know he was there. Watching over her. His angel.

"Shep?" he turned around, interrupted from his reverie, to see his crewmate Isis approach him.

"...What?"

"She's getting a visitor. I can't tell if it's an Agent or not yet."

And that was what gave him the energy to get up, march over to the monitor and sit back down. The most movement he made since the mail-man put something through her door yesterday. The energy, the secret energy inside him, that was only there for her.

They both watched for a moment. Isis shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and glanced behind him at the entrance to the bay. After a short silence, he started to worry.

"You remember what I said about keeping it short, right?"

Shep nodded, his eyes still glued to the screen. It gave Isis the impression that he wasn't listening properly.

"You remember, right Shep?"

"Yes, I remember. We can't spend too long monitoring one subject because it's not what were here to do." He rattled off the sentence as if he knew it by heart.

"Good. So we have to wind it up, ok? Find out if its an agent or not, and then you seriously have to let me get back in my chair."

"Ok."

He watched for another long minute, and then relaxed as the door opened and the person revealed was not an agent.

"Ok Shep, lets go. Times up." He patted his friend on the shoulder, but realised Shep was still tense. "Whats up?"

Shep gave himself a mental shake. "That guy..." he shook the confusion out of his face. "That's my brother."