Authors Notes: Sara has sex with Reyes half way through this chapter. Just so you know.
Scott laid back on the medi-bed, staring up at the ceiling as Harry poked and prodded at him. The doctor had been very prompt with his weekly check ups, which was good since Scott wasn't. Something had been on the young man's mind for a while. He tried to talk to Sara about it but she shut him down. Now he had Harry there, no one else in the med bay. "So, you fucked my sister?"
Harry dropped the tool he was holding, spluttering as he desperately scrambled around to retrieve it. "How did you know?"
"I'm not just a pretty face." He scoffed. "Sara wont even look at you. Every time she comes in here, you turn into some sad, little lovesick puppy."
Harry moved over to the terminal, trying to avoid Scott's eyes. "It was a one time thing."
"And I'm guessing that's the issue. She wants more and you don't?"
"She's half my age Scott. Your father and I were friends. I promised him I'd look after you both. Now he's gone and I go sleep with his daughter."
"Ahh yes." He said, bitterly. "Take orders from a man who barely acknowledged our existence." He huffed out a sigh as he sat up, swinging his legs round to plant his feet on the floor. "Did you know, when Sara was sixteen she got herself a boyfriend. Nice lad, quiet but suited for her. They had snuck out and ended up having sex. Well, dad found out and went ballistic. He dragged her to the clinic to get emergency birth control. He sat her down at the kitchen table and kept her there for 2 hours until she agreed to take it. He broke whatever trust she had in him that day." Scott shook his head as he thought about how angry he was at his father that day. "I called him out on it. Called him some awful names. I told him SAM was his only child, Sara and I were just people he shared his genes with. I went and packed some stuff, told Sara to do the same. We left, just like that."
Harry didn't know what to say to him. He had tried to force his wishes on to Sara, just as her father did. Now he understood why she didn't take it; defiance against him and her father. "So why come to Andromeda?"
"Because it could have been our last chance to be close to him." Scott furiously wiped his eyes, hoping Harry didn't see the tears. "Then he died, choosing Sara over himself, so he really did care. It makes me so angry that he couldn't show that when he was still alive."
Harry sat down next to Scott, patting his back gently. "He was proud of you both. He admitted he wasn't the best father, but he loved you. Leaving the Milky way without you was never an option for him."
Scott smiled at him sadly. "Thanks, Harry."
"Any time." Harry's omni tool bleeped at him furiously, telling him there was an emergency on the Hyperion. "I better go."
Scott watched as he reached the med bay doors. "Harry?"
He stopped turning to look at him. "Yes, Scott?"
"Sleep with my sister if you want, but mess with her feelings again, I'll boot your ass out the damn airlock. Understand?"
"Yes, Scott." He walked through the doors calmly, suddenly stopping when he heard Scott mumble something, unsure if heard correctly. "Say that again."
Scott huffed, flopping back down on to the bed. "I said, she's in love with you."
Harry walked out, emotions all over the place. She was in love with him. He always just thought that she was out to tease him, maybe to claim him as a conquest, but actual love. He struggled to get his breath and the walls of the Hyperion felt so much more suffocating than before. He wanted to make things right with her, but after he spurned her, he had no idea where to start.
Sara hated Kadara. It stank, mostly like rotten eggs with a hint of back stabbing and desperation. It had one perk though, Reyes Vidal. Reyes was all dark skin, smooth talking, with the "Come fuck me" eyes and come to fuck, she did. It has been six weeks since she slept with Harry. Even after multiple showers, she still smelled his scent on her, feeling his touch on her skin as if he marked her. She needed a sexorcism and she knew of only one man who could do it. If he refused, then she'd go to the prison cells and let Kaetus have her. If that failed, then to Aya where she'd make Evfra do it. If not she'd just let Peebee do it, but only if she was really desperate.
Vetra had managed to procure her some more sexier clothing than what she was used to. For the first time in over six hundred years, she was in a dress. A little black dress, almost indecently short, high necked with long sleeves. Vetra had also managed to get, what Sara could only describe as "Come fuck shoes." Big heels, red to match her lipstick. When Jaal and Liam caught sight of her, they nearly fell to the floor but she easily slipped by. Unfortunately, she couldn't get past Gil.
Gil was quiet working on the nomad when the sound of clicking echoed throughout the cargo bay. He turned to see Sara walking towards the exit ramp. He dropped his spanner and stood right in front of her. "And what is this?"
"No idea what you mean?" She fluttered her mascaraed eyelashes and attempted to walk past him.
"You dressed like that. I'm so confused. Am I meant to be horrified or turned on?"
She gave him a sardonic look, crossing her arms. "You're gay. If this gets even you going, it'll be a good night."
"Ahhhh!" He teased, giving her nudge with his elbow. "You're going to get freaky with the King."
"If you mean, "The pathfinder plans to fuck Harry Carlyle out of her brain" then yes, I plan to do just that."
"Do you at least have protection? He lives on Kadara after all?"
"Yes, I'm all prepared."
Gil smacked her arse, making her squeal, pushing her to the exit. "So go and get laid."
Sara entered Tartarus just as it had started to get busy. It had become a popular night spot once Sloane was dead. Ignoring all the whistles and cat calls, she strolled over to the private room where Reyes usually was. When she entered, she heard the giggling sounds, spotting two women, lazily draped all over him. She walked over to the table, standing before him. "If you ladies value your pretty looks, I suggest you fuck off."
"Who the fuck are you?" The blonde hair woman asked.
"I'm the fucking Pathfinder. Now go find another cock to play with. This one is mine."
Reyes watched as the other two women begrudgingly left before he turned his sights back on her. He drunk in her form, all long legs and full lips. "That wasn't very nice." He teased.
"I'm in no mood for nice, Reyes."
"I can see." He gulped sightly as he felt his cock stiffen. She probably had no idea, but she looked so edible, that there was probably a queue of men and women outside the door wanted to play with her. "So what can I do for you, Sara?"
She climbed on to his lap, fingers immediately setting to work on undoing his armor. "Now, Charlatan." She whispered, giving him a darkened glare. "I've been a lot of help to you recently and I'm still to see a comeback on that. Now the deal I'm offering could work out quite pleasurable for both of us." She forcefully pulled his upper armour apart, yanking it off and throwing it to the floor. He had his under shirt on but still, she could see the outline of his muscles peeking through. "Now, you are going to fuck me until I've had enough. If you say no, I'll tell everyone that you, a third rate smuggler, turned down a chance to nail the Pathfinder."
He chuckled deep in his chest, allowing her to pull off his under shirt. "Dance for me." He whispered, lustfully.
She bit her lip, withdrawing from his lap. "Oh, so you want a little dancer?"
He put on a slow, sexy song, nodded towards the table. "Let me watch you."
Climbing on to the table, she moved in a slow, hypnotizing sway of her hips. "Like that?" She asked as she danced, her hands caressing her body.
"Mmmm, like that. I may have to hire you."
She laughed loudly. "You couldn't afford me."
He watched her every moment, how she moved so fluid like water. "I like this side of you."
She turned around, moving to her knees. "Unzip me." She ordered and he immediately complied. Standing up, she slipped her arms out of the sleeves, holding the dress up with one hand, not ready to give him too much skin. "Beg."
"Undress." He purred.
"That's the not begging." She let the dress slip down, the lower half still clinging to her waist. "Play with yourself."
He breathed a sigh of relief when he released his hardened cock from his trousers. "When will I get to see you play with yourself?"
"Soon enough." Moving with the music, she pushed the dress down her hips, letting it drop to the floor. She went down on all floors in front of her, giving him a teasing view of her breasts. "Beg." She demanded.
"Please, Sara." He was at breaking point. If she didn't jump on him soon, he'd throw her to the floor and ravage her.
"Much better." Slipping down the straps of her bra, she slid her hands inside the fabric to cover her breasts. "I don't think you've earned these yet." She chuckled lightly when he growled. Reaching around with one hand to undo it, the bra came off.
He stood up, fed up with her teasing, moving to stand over her, forcefully pulling her to edge of the table, her legs wrapped around his hips. With one hand, he pulled the flimsy fabric of her panties apart, throwing them somewhere in the room.
She scowled at him. "They were expensive."
"I don't care." He growled. "Do you have any condoms?"
"In my purse." She watched as he hurriedly fumbled to get one on. Without hesitation, he entered her, no thought for gentle. "Fuck, Reyes." She moaned.
He closed his eyes as the pleasure of being in her warmth overwhelmed him. He stayed still, savouring the idea of being part of her. With a wiggle of her hips, he knew that she was getting impatient. He moved steadily at first, watching himself move in and out of her.
"Reyes!" She growled. "I'm here to fucked, not admired!"
The look he gave her was dangerous. He was the King of Kadara, the Charlatan, Reyes fucking Vidal, she wanted to be fucked, then she could have it. He pulled out of her, flipping her over on her stomach. "I wont be gentle."
"Good." He began fucking her in a way that no man ever had. It was animalistic and brutal, everything she needed to get Harry out of her mind. As her body rocked back and forth on the table, in rhythm with his thrusts, she thought about Harry. She could have cursed herself letting that man enter her head, when she had Reyes inside of her. "Harder." She screamed, as she needed more.
He grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her backwards, his other arm moving around her, pressing on her throat. His thrusts fell out of rhythm as she tightened around his, no doubt reaching her peak. He snaked his free arm around, slipping his fingers between her legs to stroke her clit. "Come for me, Sara." He whispered in her ear.
Seconds later she cried out, "Harry!" She clenched around him, neither of them realising what she had done.
He joined her a few minutes later with a guttural roar. bracing himself on the table, too worn out to stand up straight. Eventually, he moved away from her sitting on the seats behind them.
It wasn't until she stood up that reality slapped her around the face. She had sex with Reyes, to get back at Harry, whose name she called out at the moment of climax. How stupid she felt, thinking that she could just erase Harry from her mind, he was already rooted into her heart. She stood up carefully, picking up her dress, feeling his eyes on her. Pulling the dress on, she turned her back to him. "Would you?" He zipped up her dress, handing back her purse.
"Sara, who's Harry?"
She cursed under her breath, hoping he hadn't heard her when she called out Harry's name. "He's someone."
"Someone you want to forget?"
"I tried." She walked towards the door, turning back to give him a sad smile. "I'm sorry, Reyes."
"Sara, he's a fool if he doesn't want you." He watched her leave. If he were a better man, he could be hers. Only he wasn't and she deserved more than that.
When she got back to the ship, she managed to avoid all the crew and headed straight to the showers. As she let the warm water pour all over her, she let out a sob of frustration. She was angry at herself for doing what she did, as revenge too. Before she could stop herself, the tears flowed freely as she sank down against the shower walls.
Gil stood at the bathroom door debating with the others, if he should go in or not. "SAM, is she ok in here?"
"The pathfinder is in an heightened emotional state. It would be wise to check on her."
"Ok, I'm going in." He stepped into the shower stall, his heart falling as he saw his friend slumped on the floor. He turned the water off, grabbing a towel. "Sara, I'm going to help you up." As he got her stand, he wrapped a towel around her, guiding her to the bench. "What happened, Sara?"
She sighed, pulling towel around her tighter. "I had sex with Reyes."
"Why you crying about that? Was he bad? Two squirts and a grunt?"
Sara looked up him with a glare, before she burst into laughter. "He wasn't the issue."
"Harry?"
"Yeah, Harry. I called out his name in the moment of climax?"
"Ooooo." Gil winced. "That'll dent a man's ego."
"I feel so cheap, Gil. I sleep with Harry, he ditched me, so I go and sleep with Reyes for revenge. I mean, what the fuck!"
"You're not cheap, Sara. Harry really hurt you. Hurt makes us stupid sometimes."
"I guess. I'm going bed."
"Let me get some things and I'll join you."
"Ok." Sara got into bed, waiting for Gil. She really wanted to just forget what she had done. When the doors opened, she looked up expecting to see Gil. He was there, but so was the rest of the crew. "Are we having a sleep over?"
"Too right." Liam chucked her a bag of pretzels. "Here, your favourites."
"We are having a "Pathfinder needs love." sleep over." Peebee chirped, helping Liam move a mattress.
"I call the other side of the bed." Vetra yelled.
"Too late." Gil replied. "I already called it."
"Damn it. Well, I'm calling the sofa."
Once the crew had settled, they made small talk, listening to music until Liam piped up. "Anyone want a game of "I have never?" Some murmured in agreement.
"What are the rules?" Jaal asked.
"Some asks an "I have never" type question. If its a no, you don't drink, if its a yes, then you do drink."
"Ahh, sounds enough. Who starts?"
"The Pathfinder."
"Ok." She took a couple of seconds to think of a question. "Ok, we'll start off easy. I have never…..Kissed an alien."
Peebee took a sip, surprised to see Cora doing the same. "Cora?"
"She was an Asari commando, bet she did it lots of times." Liam chuckled.
"Actually, it was a turian."
"What?!" Vetra was incredulous. "Tell."
"Nothing to tell." Cora shrugged innocently. "It was a dare."
"Ok, my turn." Said Peebee. "I have never…had sex in a public place."
Only the humans drank. "I don't get you humans and you need to do it everywhere." Drack grumbled.
"It's fun, Drack. Maybe you and Lexi should try it." Ryder teased.
"Oooo. I have a good one." Liam waved his hand excitedly. "I have never….slept with a superior."
They all looked at each other, Jaal didn't drink nor did Drack, but Lexi did. "Lexi? You slept with a superior. You bad girl." Vetra nudged the doctor, laughing.
"He was human. So…"
"Ok, wait." Ryder, put her hands up to stop the conversation. "Do you aliens think we humans are sex mad?"
"Yes." The aliens said in unison.
"Even the turian?" Cora asked, shaking her head. "We know what goes on, on turian vessels."
"That's stress relief. You humans are like feral beasts when you get going."
"Maybe that's why the turian councillor nearly had his career ruin by sleeping with Commander Shepard." Liam pondered.
"I met her once." Said Gil.
Ryder nodded. "Me too. She was nice. Met him too. They seemed really in love with each other."
"Was she as gorgeous in real life too?" Asked Peebee.
"Even better." Gil nodded. "She had this aura about her. Like you couldn't not look at her."
"I would have loved to seen her in action." Cora admired the Commander from a far. She was tough, but fair and helped those who needed help. "I bet she was like a hurricane in the field."
"I met her second, Garrus Vakerian on Omega." Liam sipped his drink, dipping his hand into the crisps. "He was a tough bastard. Heard he took a rocket to the face."
Ryder moved to her knees looking at the crew. "Crew of the Tempest, raise your glasses to the crew of the Normandy. I hope their adventures lasted long after we left."
"To the Normandy." They cheered in unison, clinking their glasses together.