Just wrong

Garrus knew that neither he nor Wrex were prime candidates for expressive person of the year but the look on Wrex's face was unmistakably in shock. For half a millisecond. The low ping of a Geth round being deflected off of Wrex's shields brought both warriors focuses back to the annoyance at hand.

While tramping around the galaxy as Shepard was wont to do, Wrex and Garrus often made up her ground team. Wrex was a biotic tank who dispatched death with his trusty shotgun. Provided anything go close enough to him. Garrus and his sniper rifle tended to keep close encounters of the Geth kind rare unless they were inside or had numbers.

Seeing how well these two worked together despite their initial distrust and dislike of each other. However the bond of combat soon forged them into teammates and from there, before they knew it they were friends. It was inevitable really even for Wrex who kept almost everyone out much like Garrus. Respect for the other was a fighter and willingness to get the job done no matter the cost were just two things that helped them bond. Mutually saving the other one's ass helped out a bit too.

On the ship the two really didn't talk. Wrex liked his quiet time and Garrus kept busy with the Mako and of late Tali. When to two did talk over the comms during a mission Joker and Shepard stayed out of it. Shepard because this chatter didn't affect their effectiveness in the field. Joker because he didn't want to be skewered by his own snapped off legs compliments of a Krogan battlemaster.

"She kissed you." Wrex said unbelieving. "As in her lips, her actual lips touched yours."

"That's what I said." Garrus said exasperated as he shot a Geth grunt in the eye piece tearing the head off. "She thought I was out cold."

"So she wouldn't have kissed you otherwise then."

"She kissed me again after she knew I was awake." Garrus said defencively.

"Why are you telling me all this?" Wrex asked trying to get to the point of the matter, He charged forward to his next point of cover as Garrus provided suppressing fire by switching to his assault rifle briefly.

"You've been alive a while. Do you know anything about Quarian physiology or biology?"

Wrex almost blanched. Garrus seriously couldn't be asking what he was thinking the Turian was asking him.

"Why?"

"I really don't want to hurt her and the Alliance data base that I have access to," Garrus said dropping a hint to Shepard, "doesn't have much on the Quarians. I know she can eat the food I eat and that our biochemistry is basically the same. And our hands fit together."

"And?"

"I was wondering if anything else…fit." Garrus mumbled the last bit but Wrex caught it. This time the aged Krogan really did blanch. 1400 years of knowledge and experience didn't make the sex talk any less awkward.

"Garrus." Wrex started out evenly in a tone that said he would indulge the younger one in conversation but this conversation would never leave this rock.

"Yes?"

"You've been with someone before right?"

Garrus's left mandible twitched in irritation. "I'm not some clueless young whelp. I just don't know about Quarians." Garrus shot back.

"Like I do?"

"You're ancient. I figured there might be some useful information in that thick head of yours."

"As far as I know they are humanoid and everything will 'fit.' Why did you want to know?" Against his better judgment Wrex asked the question anyway.

"I don't want to hurt her. She's getting touchy. More importantly she's taking off pieces sometimes." Garrus sighed. Tali had taken to dragging Garrus to the dark side of the Mako at night and kissing him good night her way. The other night she had run a hand through his crest without her glove on. While the act itself was endearing, most of Garrus's brain had been screaming in shock that she would expose herself like that.

"Taking off pieces?"

"Of her suit. I don't want her to get sick because of me."

"Since biting isn't part of Turian mating you should be fine." Wrex said with a smirk.

The jab emitted a low growl from Garrus. "Okay, okay. You're not a mated pair. Yet." Wrex got in another jab cautiously but this time Garrus didn't growl. He was too torn to.

Part of him wanted to make Tali his mate. Not just his wife but his mate. Turians could get married like Humans did but when they mated that was the end all. The two were bonded for life and either could take another mate even if one of them died. Divorce was not an option though that isn't to say that some mated pairs drifted apart and took up different partners. Still this was extremely rare.

However, Garrus knew that when Saren was dead Tali would leave to go back to the Flotilla bearing the gift of the coded Geth data discs. Those were sure to get her accepted onto any ship she wanted. She'd be back with her people. Safe. Where she could get married, have her one kid. Be back with all the noise and crowding that she said she missed.

Really he was being foolish. Under Citadel law Tali was still a child, she was a Quarian, and Garrus had gotten himself disowned over her. By all rights he was insane but he didn't care. If he was smart he should have gone groveling back to his father begging to forgiveness with Tali's head on a platter. If he was smart he wouldn't torture himself all day looking forward to the good night kiss they shared every night. If he was smart he'd cut all ties now so that it wouldn't hurt so much when she did leave.

However, Garrus wasn't smart. He'd enjoy every moment he could so that when she was gone he would have some memories to keep him warm at night. There was no use to waiver from that plan of action. His heart had already chosen and it had picked out the young machinist.

"We can never become mates. I couldn't ask her to choose between her people and me."

"Yet you chose her over your family."

"I was never close to my father. He's too rigid in his morals and thinking."

Wrex didn't say anything in reply. His own horrid relationship with his father was just another thing the ancient battlemaster had in common with the younger C-Sec agent, though Wrex would never admit it.

"So you going to do anything with your new found knowledge?" Wrex asked.

"Probably not. Not a lot of privacy on the Normandy."

"How said you need privacy? You could charge people for tickets. I'm willing to bet if you recorded it, it might be the first Quarian porn on the extranet."

Garrus's mandibles twitched in annoyance. He was trying very hard not to drill Wrex between the eyes.

However it was Shepard that replied first. "That's just wrong Wrex. Just wrong."