I slowly raised my body out of my bed as consciousness filled my body, and brought my left arm up to my head. What I felt was something that shocked me, real flesh and blood, not the metal of a prosthetic arm. Immediately I snapped awake and stared at my arm,

"How?" I say to myself in a joyful panic. I could feel my arm completely, and it didn't feel like a dream, "How is my arm back?"

In that moment, I heard something that I didn't think I would ever hear again. The sound of a combustion engine turning over, and starting. Quickly I shot out of bed and went to my window.

I was back in my old house, the leaves were the the bright colors of autumn, and the sun was rising over the hills, "How did I come back?" I ask as I press my left hand against the cold glass of the window, "Was it all a dream?"

"Was what all a dream?" a very familiar voice asked, causing me to turn around slowly. There she was, laying in my bed, without a care in the world.

It was a sight that nearly made me fall to my knees, "Jane," I said as I walked back towards the bed, and climbed into it with her.

"What's the matter, Key?" She asked as she grabbed my hand, "You look like we haven't seen each other in a few weeks."

I smile, chuckling at her comment on my behavior, it felt like weeks to me. I push my hair out of my face, and look back at her. Her Blue eyes went so well with her dark raven hair. She was absolutely stunning. I touch her cheek and close my eyes, wanting to memorize this feeling. As I focus on the feeling, something doesn't feel right, like it is out of place. I withdraw my hand and shake off the feeling.

"Nothings wrong, I'm just glad to see you."

As I finish the sentence, I realize what the feeling was, and start questioning myself, When did me and Jane start sleeping together? I wonder as I look away towards my desk. My mirror reflects the image of my body, and I see scarring all over my torso, as if something had ripped through me. I stand up and look down, but there isn't anything there.

"What's going on?" I ask Jane as I rub my eyes, thinking I just imagined the scar tissue, "Jane, what is today?"

"It's the 3rd of February."

I close my eyes and start going through my internal calendar. It did feel like the third of February, only a few days since that last order was due. My eyes widen as I remember the order, "Where is my phone?" I ask as I pull the blankets up looking for the glorified paperweight. Before Jane can answer me, I find it under my pillow and start going through my messages. There wasn't a conversation with my friend about a video game. I clearly remember that conversation like it was yesterday. I don't know why it stuck with me, but it did.

"This isn't real," I said as I looked at Jane, "We never even kissed, so why are you in my bed?"

In that instant, everything changed to black, and the sudden change of lighting hurt my eyes. I closed them as the feeling in my left arm went away, and it felt lighter. When I opened my eyes again, I could see glass in front of me, and behind it the man who had kidnapped me.

"I'm surprised that you could see through it like that, generally it takes a subject weeks to find a fault in the program, not a few minutes. Sadly, now that you know, we can't put you back in."

He started walking back and forth in front of the glass and stared me down. Then he started laughing, "How did you realize it, everything was perfect according to the historical records, you were engaged to one, Jane Ashfield, a beautiful woman with raven hair and blue eyes before you suddenly disappeared without a trace. How did you find fault in my program?"

Engaged? I asked myself as I put my right hand on my chin, Jane and I had never even been on an actual date, let alone engaged. Is it possible that this is more than just the future? I close my eyes and try to remember everything about my possessions from the past. Thankfully, because of my templative memory, it was easy enough to recall the image of my phone. I was in shock when I first arrived, so I didn't notice it, but there were stickers on it, and I know that I abhor the very idea of customizing a phone with something as arbitrary as stickers.

I'm not just in the future, it would seem that this is an alternate universe, but why then would the me in this universe disappear on the same day as I did in my universe? Is it possible that when I entered this one, then that Kyon entered mine or another one? It would make sense, after all, Newton's Law states for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. In order to bring me here, someone, of equal and opposite value, would have to go there.

"It would seem that we are both at a disadvantage in this scenario," I respond as I feel all the energy exit my body. He was still starving me, and if this heavy feeling in the back of my neck was anything to go by, I would say that he put a little extra something in me to, "What did you put in me?"

"A little something that was inspired by your biotic regulation device. All it took was a little tinkering with the design, and I was able to change it into a biotic inhibitor, so now, I don't really have to starve you."

"Then why am I still hungry?"

"So that the aerosol drugs I'm pumping into the chamber take affect immediately, it'll make it easier to reprogram you, and make you do my bidding."

"Damn, do all evil assholes like to make themselves sound like assholes?"

"Hardy har har," he responded as the air in my chamber began getting thick.

The chamber was air tight, and without that ability to phase through physical objects that I recently discovered. The best way out of here, was to accept whatever he wanted.

"What are you trying to get me to do?"

"It's very simple really," he said as he turned away from the glass and started walking away, "I want you to kill Michael. Oh, and by the way, you won't remember a single thing about us ever meeting, but don't worry, it won't take long, Michael stream lined this process during his stint in Cerberus."

I started coughing violently as the world started becoming darker, Damn, he must really have it out for him, what's their connection? I closed my eyes and soon darkness overtook my senses,

Several Hours Later.

I take a deep breath in as I move onto my knees, "Where am I?" I ask as I try to move subdue the headache pounding away in my skull, "Last thing I remember was the Flux..." I stand up as I look around, it was the Apartment that Michael got for me, and it didn't look like anything was off.

I go over to the sink and start running the water, putting a metal cup that was hanging above the sink under it to capture the filtrated liquid. I slowly drink it, feeling the headache go away. When my mind is perfectly clear I walk over to the window and look out onto the Citadel. If my basic knowledge of this place didn't fail me while I was trying to figure out how not to feel out of place, this particular area was called the Presidium. Basically where all the politicians and high rollers live.

"How does Michael afford this place?"

I run my hand against my neck and feel a small bump in the back, "Is that a bruise?" I ask aloud as I take a deep breath and sigh, "What the hell happened after I got to the Flux?" I shake my head and open up the Omni-tool. I open up Michael's information start a video message, "Hey, I don't know if I got to you guys at the Flux, but if I didn't, I just wanted to let you guys know, I want back in. Too much is at stake for me to be a selfish prick about it. Anyway, get back to me when you can."

After sending the message I opened the burner account Michael set up for me, and scoffed at the amount of money, "Over 1 million in US dollars, which when converted into Citadel Credits, or CCs, is roughly 10 million." I say aloud as I start thinking about what I'm going to need in the near future if I continue to go on adventures with Shepard. I walk over to my closet and change my clothes out for an the exact same outfit I had on before, the only difference being that my jacket was forest green instead of brown.

He's even got my style down, I wonder how much thought this guy puts into making a stock apartment feel like home.

I take a deep breath as I look at my left hand, "I should buy a glove for this hand," I say with an absent mind, before walking out the door. I take a deep breath as I walk out of my apartment, locking it as I go out.

Just as I hear the locks click, my omni-tool reports that I have a new audio message, and I open it to see Michael's face, "Kyon, it's good that you are going to come back. You just missed Shepard and company though, she took them over to Noveria, but I have a friend who might be able to help you catch up to them. I'll send you the time and place where you should meet him. He'll have all the credentials you'll need to get into Noveria. Also, pack warm, Noveria is an ice planet after all. By the way, I won't be there for this mission, I have some business to take care of in the Terminus." In the file sent to me, an attachment certifying that I was now part of AMMO security division came through along with a discount for all AMMO affiliated shops.

After the message finished playing, I closed the omni-tool and started walking towards the markets, specifically the ones owned by AMMO.

Message logs intercepted between current CEO of AMMO, Michael Arias and Quarian-Human ambassador, Edward Torres, 3/17/2181.

Michael: ET, I have a favor I need you to get done for me. I have a friend that needs to get to Noveria from the Citadel faster than the Normandy.

Edward: Michael, how do you think I'm going to go faster than the Alliance's newest frigate?

Michael: I've been paying attention to your reports, the Geth can do it.

Edward: You enjoy asking the impossible of me don't you? First build a backup of the entire Geth faction that opposed the Reapers, now you want me to bring a Geth ship into the heart of Citadel space?

Michael: Well, not in the heart, but pretty damn close, use a shuttle to get to the AMMO maintenance dock in the Zakera ward, then take Kyon to the Geth ship.

Edward: Why does this Kyon get special treatment?

Michael: Because, I have this strange feeling that he is the foil to Shepard as she is now.

Edward: You treat all of this like it's a story you designed, remember, no matter how much you know about the game, there is only so much you can understand about this reality. Oh, by the way, why do we keep sending texts? Wouldn't it be more efficient to talk via video chat?

Michael: I'm used to texting, hard to beat those 21st century habits out of our systems.

Michael: E.T. I really need your help on this one,

A/N: What's up people, now I know it's been a while, and I just wanted to know what type of weapons you think I should have Kyon buy between now and the next chapter. If you guys have any suggestions, now would be a great time to send them to me. See you all next time.