A/N: Hey peeps, been a while since I last updated, it took me a while to get this done, mostly because I realized that I don't need to have one continuous story, I just need to give you all the meaty parts of it. That being said, there still needs to be fluff every now and again. Anyway, without further ado, on with the show.

I took a deep breath as I used my right arm to turn off my alarm clock. Looking to my left I saw the familiar view of the Citadel's packed streets. As I sat up and hung my legs off the bed I felt the now familiar cold metal of my prosthetic arm. I lifted it above my head and started opening and closing my fist. I could see that I was moving my hand, but I couldn't feel it. I was told by the doctors not to test its limits, as it was a prototype. I stood up and grabbed a towel from the drawers. I walked towards the bathroom and started stripping my clothes from my body.

Once the door opened, steam flooded out due to the auto-heating function in the bath. I stepped into the water after I threw my shirt to the side. I heard the sound of a drone coming online and knew that it was picking up my clothes and putting them inside of the washer. Before sitting down, I grabbed my metal arm and twisted it. It disconnected from the connection port, allowing me to put it down outside of the bath. Once I sat down, I felt the water lap at my chest. I grabbed the small bowl to my right and filled it with water, then poured it out over my head, getting my hair wet.

Once it was empty I placed it back where it was and grabbed the bar of soap next to it and began scrubbing my body. I took a deep breath once I was done and stood up once more. I walked towards the middle of the bathing area and signaled for the computer to turn on the shower. The water rinsed my body off as I looked down. A drain opened up, letting all of the water out and filling a reservoir under the floor. After the water drained completely, the shower ended and a vent opened up above me, pouring out hot air.

Once my body was dried off, I walked over to where I set down my arm and grabbed it. Twisting it back into place as I walked over to the washer, I swung my arm in slow circles to make sure it was working properly. The washer dinged, telling me that my clothes had finished going through the drying cycle. I opened the lid and pulled out my clothes.

Once I put my clothes back on, I walked into the living room and turned on the TV. On the Extra-net news site, they were reporting about events on Noveria last week, mostly it was about the fact that Commander Shepard had just left the planet, after leaving one of the companies in a wreck. The death of Matriarch Benezia, the mother of Liara T'Soni, was confirmed, by Shepard and T'Soni herself.

I grabbed my left arm as a small amount of pain flared just above the socket for my prosthetic limb. It still hurt to think about what happened. I heard the door chime, and looked over at it, "You can't come in Michael!" I shouted as I stood up and balled my fist. The door chimed again, but I ignored it and went to the kitchen. I pulled out a beer with my left hand as it chimed again. At the fourth time I growled as the bottle broke in my hand, "Shit!" I shouted as I shook my hand and stomped towards the door. I raised my left arm to punch as my right hand hit the button for the door to open.

When it opened a surprising sight was at the door, "Tali," I gasped as I quickly lowered my hand, "I'm sorry," I said as I turned away, "please, come in." I walked back into the kitchen and started picking up the broken glass, "How are you doing?"

"I'm good," she said sheepishly as she sat down on the couch, "I just wanted to see how you were recovering."

I sighed as I put the glass into the trash bin and stood up, "I know Eres told you where I was, after all, he's the one who got me this apartment." I walked away as the drone appeared and did all the fine cleaning that I couldn't do without a broom, "Did he send you?"

"No!" Tali quickly answered as she tensed up, "I asked him because I wanted to see you. You've saved me a lot, and if I didn't help you, I wouldn't feel right with myself."

"I don't need your help," I felt the ice in my voice, to her it probably sounded like I was blaming her, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound like an ass, but what happened, it isn't just something you walk off."

"I don't know what it feels like," Tali admitted as she stood up and walked over to me, "If there is anything I can do for you, please tell me."

I smiled softly as I held my left hand up, and closed my fist, "It doesn't feel like anything, it was only a prototype, so they didn't even have a way to translate the data from the sensors into electrical pulses that my brain could understand. Think of it as a one-way radio, I can send a message to it, but it can't send a message back. The data recorded is too complex, at least for right now. They said as I get used to the arm, I might start feeling things. If I'm lucky I'll be able to understand everything it tells me, at least if I'm lucky."

"I see," Tali said as she looked down at my arm, "Are you going to come back to the Normandy?" I could hear the hopeful tone in her voice, despite the fact that there was interference caused by her suit.

I looked down at the ground and sighed, "I don't know," I answered honestly, "Michael told me that I'd be fine in combat, better now that my arm was artificial. I don't know, spending these past few weeks just thinking about where I am, everything is overwhelming."

"What do you mean?" Tali asked as she tilted her head to the side, just ever so slightly.

"I'm spirited away from my home, by gods know who," I start as I start walking in circles around the room, "end up on a spaceship run by a psychopath, I almost get killed, quite few times in fact, then my arm gets blown off." I stopped as I threw my fist into the wall. Even though I didn't feel like I put that much force behind my punch, the wall caved slightly, leaving a sizable dent in the wall.

Tali took a step back in shock of what I had just did, but as far as I could tell she wasn't about to walk out, "Kyon, you are focusing on the bad things, what about the good things that have happened? Like the people you've met, or the places you've been?"

"There's an old saying on earth, that white speck at the top of the chicken shit, is still just chicken shit," despite what I was saying, I knew she was trying to cheer me up. I had quite a few good things happen to me. I met Tali, for one, and I've been to places, that previously, I could only dream of.

Tali's form visibly shrunk as she gave up on convincing me, "I don't understand the saying, but I get what you are trying to say. But if you change your mind, Shepard and Eres are at The Flux, you should talk to them if you want to come back." Tali turned towards the door and walked out of the apartment.

I sighed as I sat down on the kitchen island and started thinking about what I was going to do. I cursed as I threw out my organic arm at the couch, where my leather jacket was hanging off of the side. Both my arm and the jacket began glowing green, and it flew towards me. As soon as I caught it, I was walking towards the door and putting it on, "Why the hell am I letting myself get dragged back into this?"