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A/N: Thanks to eternalshiva for the beta and translating!
Shepard strode into the med bay, glancing over at Chakwas sitting at her desk, eyeing the door to the AI Core warily. There were Cerberus operatives posted outside the door, and Kaidan leaned against one of the beds, as though he had been waiting for her to show up. "Kaidan, what are you doing here?" she asked. He usually found other things to do during his down time, and rarely interfered as she went about the ship, taking care of business.
"Tu ne va pas là toute seule, chère," he said, straightening up when she stopped beside him. She furrowed her eyebrow, and just stared at him. "Pour l'amour de dieu, cette chose porte un morceau de ton armure!" he put a hand on her shoulder, lightly shaking her.
"Kaidan, I'll be fine," she gestured at the operatives he'd mentally named tweedledee and tweedledum, and continued on, "I think these two strapping Cerberus officers are more than a match for a lone geth. Kaidan bared his teeth at the younger men, as they stood just a little bit straighter under her praise.
"Je parie qu'ils n'avons jamais été dans une situation de combat dans leur vie," he growled, narrowing his eyes at them, and inwardly smiled as they shrank back to their original stance.
"Major," she said in warning, and he scowled at her. He had a sneaking suspicion she was telling him not to push the issue or there would be hell to pay. Deciding he didn't care, he just rolled his shoulders.
"Je vais avec toi, que vous le vouliez ou non," he told her, and stood shoulder to shoulder with her when she scowled as him, but signaled for the door to be opened. EDI informed her of the additional firewalls she had erected if Shepard chose to activate the geth unit. "Shepard, fait attention. cette chose t'as tiré dessus," he reminded her, inwardly torn between the chance to actively communicate with a geth and the mistrust of something that clearly had an interest in his lover.
"I think it was trying to kill the husk behind us," she murmured in response, fiddling with her omni-tool. "Do you think you could do this? My tech skills are…"
He snickered, "N'existe pas?" He stepped in front of her, his omni-tool flaring to life. She made a noise of protest when he positioned himself to block the geth from getting to her, but he when he started to lower his arm to show his unwillingness to help her, she crossed her arms over her chest, and took a step back. Satisfied, resumed reactivating the synthetic, and waited, his hand on the combat knife he kept strapped to his thigh, since Shepard wouldn't allow guns outside of the armory unless they were going groundside with her.
The light of the photoreceptor flickered a few times before it became a steady glow and the unit slowly stood. It studied the two humans watching it warily, waiting patiently before Shepard spoke. "Can you understand me?"
"Yes," the unit replied, its tone synthesized.
"Are you going to attack us?" she asked, cocking her head to the side as it stood behind the firewall EDI had erected.
"No," it replied, sounding almost disappointed at her question.
"You said her name about the Reaper," Kaidan said, eyeing the geth cautiously. "Have you met her before?"
"We know of you," it replied after a slight pause.
"You mean I've fought a lot of geth," she said, still curious about the synthetic standing before her.
"We have never met," he denied, still standing eerily calm.
"No, you and I haven't," she tilted her head to the side in annoyance. Great, she was going to be talking semantics with an AI. "But I've met other geth."
"We are all geth, and we have not met you," it insisted, mimicking her motions as she paced , stopping next to Kaidan as he still eyed the unit suspiciously. "You are Shepard. Commander. Alliance. Human. Fought heretics. Killed by the Collectors. Rediscovered on the Old Machine."
"What do you mean, heretics," Kaidan asked, genuinely curious now that it seemed the geth wasn't going to attack them. He moved next to Shepard, and she shot him a quick look as his hand skimmed over the curve of her rear.
"Geth build our own future. Heretics asked the Old Machines to give them the future. They are no longer part of us. We were studying the Old Machine's hardware to protect our future."
"I hope you're recording this," she murmured to Kaidan from the side of her mouth, hardly trusting her ears.
Kaidan gave an absent nod, and addressed the geth, "So, you aren't allied with the Reapers?"
"We oppose the heretics. We oppose the Old Machines. Shepard-Commander opposes the Old Machines. Shepard-Commander opposes the heretics. Cooperation furthers mutual goals."
"Are you asking to join us?" she asked in surprise, not quite sure what to do with a geth as a permanent fixture on the ship.
"Yes."
"Then what should we call you?" she asked, and after a slight hesitation, nodded for Kaidan to take down the kinetic barriers barring its access to the rest of the room.
"Geth."
"I mean you, specifically," she asked.
"We are all Geth."
Shepard exhaled in annoyance, "What is the individual in front of me called?" crossing her arms over her chest, and heard Kaidan's slight snicker of amusement.
"There is no individual. We are geth. There are currently 1,183 programs active within this platform.
EDI winked into view next to Shepard, "My name is Legion, for we are many."
"That seems appropriate," Shepard sighed.
The geth's head flaps flared up as it processed the data, "Christian bible, the Gospel of Mark, chapter 5, verse 9." The plates on its head flared again, "We acknowledge this is an appropriate metaphor. We are Legion, a terminal of the geth. We will integrate into Normandy."
Shepard just stared in silence for a long moment, and held out her hand for Legion. "Welcome aboard." She took a step back towards Kaidan, and gave him a short nod, "I should go."
She grinned to herself as Kaidan held his silence until they had exited the AI core, and were in the elevator. "C'est un vrai geth. On a un vrai geth sur notre vaisseau."
She smiled at him, catching his slip, "I know." She raised an eyebrow and sauntered closer to him, rubbing her breasts against the front of his shirt, annoyed when he didn't seem to notice. "Major," she murmured seductively, pouting slightly at him as he slowly became away of her standing before him.
"Oh, bonjour," he smiled, and leaned down to press his lips to hers. "Qu'est-ce que je peux fair pour vous, chère?
"You can stop ignoring me, for starters," she murmured, and her hands tugged on his belt, pulling him closer to her with a slight smirk.
"Mon amour, je t'ignore jamais," he purred, his lips skimming over her cheek, his hand cupping her breast as he walked her back towards the wall just outside her cabin.
"Mmm… and second, since when did you start referring to the Normandy as 'ours'?" she asked, arching her back against the wall as his busy hands pulled her shirt over her head.
He blinked at her in surprised, "Je n'ai pas dit ça."
"Oh, yes, you did," she moaned, he hadn't stayed distracted for long, and his long fingers parted her slick folds as she shimmied her pants down her hips.
"Non, je suis certain de ne pas l'avoir dit," he sighed against her throat as his fingers rubbed small circles against the sensitive nub at the apex of her thighs, making her hips buck at the sensation.
"My translator is working perfectly. You did," she ran her fingers through his hair, capturing his mouth with hers just as he slid a finger into her tight entrance, curling against her slick walls, making her go cross-eyed as her head fell back against the wall.
"D'accord, je suppose que oui," he growled low in her ear as she moaned softly at the pleasure his invading finger was driving her to. "Est-ce que c'est un problème?" he asked softly.
"N-n-n-no," she stammered as she shuddered from the force of her orgasm, "Kaidan, Jesus, please," she panted as he relentlessly stroked her, and a second orgasm welled up, sending her over the edge in mere minutes.
He snickered, "Priorités, chère?" as her hand clasped his shoulder, her fingers digging in ruthlessly.
"Yes," she moaned, "Getting you naked is priority number one."
He chuckled softly, and took a slight step back, "Que je déteste vous refuser quoi que ce soit," he murmured, and she licked her lips as his abs rippled as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it in the corner behind him.
She worried her bottom lip as she took in the expanse of muscled chest, "Pants next," she demanded, and returned the sexy smile her shot her. He slowly undid his pants, pushing them down his hips as she watched him avidly.
She tossed her head back, and fused her mouth to his, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. She felt his erection jutting against the hollow between her thighs, and she gripped his shoulders as he boosted her up against the wall, and they both groaned in mutual satisfaction as he sank into her.
Her slick walls pressed in against him as she arched her back, her thighs tightening against his hips as he thrust into her, and he groaned deep in his chest as he felt her third orgasm building within her, her muscles clenching around his with every thrust of his hips. She cried out as she climaxed, and her nails bit into the skin of his shoulders, and he gave a harsh grunt as he spent himself within her.
She gave a soft chuckle as he slumped against her, but didn't release his grip on her thighs, instead gave a hearty grunt as he lifted her and carried her into their cabin.
Shepard sat next to Kaidan on the shuttle, the rest of the team sitting or standing as they headed back from their latest mission. She grinned when she leaned into his side and glanced at his omni-tool to see he was reviewing data from the geth heretic station. It had been a few days, and he was still finding the information he'd downloaded to be fascinating.
"Shepard, there is an emergency transmission from the Normandy," Miranda leaned over and whispered in her ear so she wouldn't be heard by the rest of the team. Shepard nodded and furrowed her brow in concern, and brought up the message on her own 'tool.
Kaidan draped his arm over her shoulders when her back went stick straight, and her face went carefully blank. He read the missive EDI had sent, an SOS of sorts, and he glanced at the navigation system, and murmured into her ear, "Ont est pas mal proche, un autre cinque a dix minutes, tops."
She gave a short nod, and he could see the worry in her face, but also the fury bubbling just under the surface. They had just missed them.
He stood by her side as the shuttle docked in the bay a few minutes later, watching as she grit her teeth in frustration and worry. The ship was as silent as a grave, aside from the low hum of the engines, and the vibrations in the floor from the eezo core. "Joker, meet us in the comm. room as soon as you are able," she barked into her communicator."
"Aye, aye, Commander," Joker replied, with none of his usual wit.
She stood by as they unloaded their gear, and instructed them to meet her in the comm. room as soon as they had stored their weapons.
"Shepard," Kaidan murmured to her, and caught her arm went she went to brush past him. "Ont va lesramener."
She ran her hand through her hair, and let out a gusty breath, "Damn right we're going to get them back." She stabbed a finger into the air, "Do you hear that?" she asked, indicating the eerie quiet of the ship. "They came on my fucking ship, they invaded my home." She whirled around to face him, "They don't get to live after that." She cupped his cheek with her hand, "This is it, Kaidan. We're going through that relay. If you want to send a message to your parents, now is the time."
"Maggie," he murmured, and crushed her to him with a soft sigh, "On va réussir." He brushed his thumb over her lips, "J'ai besoin de savoir que tu crois ça."
She studied his deep brown eyes for a long moment, letting him hold her. She gave him a nod, and a vicious smile, "You know, I really do believe it now. We're ready; the team doesn't have anything to distract them from the mission. The Normandy is as ready as it will ever be. We're going to make it through that relay, and then I'm going to bang your brains out when we get back."
C'est un rendez-vous," he replied, and caught her lips in a sweet kiss. "C'est le temps d'aller botter des culs."
Tu ne va pas là toute seule - You're not going in there alone.
Pour l'amour de dieu, cette chose porte un morceau de ton armure - It's wearing a piece of your armor, for God's sake!
Je parie qu'ils n'avons jamais été dans une situation de combat dans leur vie - I bet they've never been in a combat situation in their lives.
Je vais avec toi, que vous le vouliez ou non - I'm going in with you, whether you like it or not.
Fait attention. cette chose t'as tiré dessus - Be careful. That thing did take a shot at you.
N'existe pas? - Non-existent?
C'est un vrai geth. On a un vrai geth sur notre vaisseau. - That's a real geth. We have a geth on our ship.
Oh, bonjour - Oh, hello.
Qu'est-ce que je peux fair pour vous - What can I do for you?
Mon amour, je t'ignore jamais - Sweetheart, I never ignore you.
Je n'ai pas dit ça. - I didn't.
Non, je suis certain de ne pas l'avoir dit. - No, I couldn't have.
D'accord, je suppose que oui - All right, so suppose I did.
Est-ce que c'est un problème? - Is that a problem?
Priorités - Priorities?
Que je déteste vous refuser quoi que ce soit - I hate to deny you anything.
Ont est pas mal proche, un autre cinque a dix minutes, tops. - We're pretty close, another five, ten minutes tops.
Ont va lesramener. - Hey, we'll get them all back.
On va réussir. - We're going to make it.
J'ai besoin de savoir que tu crois ça. - I need for you to believe that.
C'est un rendez-vous - It's a date.
C'est le temps d'aller botter des culs. - Now let's go kick some ass.
