A/N: I've been listening to people on youtube playing the piano and bam! I got this idea. :) Enjoy!

Anastasia stood in front of a large crate, in the shuttle bay, with her arms crossed against her chest. She tilted her head, debating if having it in the shuttle bay was a good idea. Normandy ran out of cargo room, Allers had one end while Javik had the other. And there was no way in the universe that she was putting whatever was inside the giant box underneath the engineering. She would have put it in her room, but her cabin was small as it is. Maybe if they didn't fell in the old armory she could have put it in there, along with other crap she had that was currently sitting in her grandparent's shed back on Earth. If it was still there that is. Damn Reapers.

"What's in that big hunk of wood, Lola?" Lt. James Vega said coming from behind her, kicking her out of her thoughts.

"Huh? Oh. You'll see." She said smiling at the lieutenant. "Go get me a crowbar."

Vega stared at her afraid, remembering the last times she had a crowbar in her hands. "No, I won't go around flailing it around and screaming random nonsense. I promise. Besides...I was drunk..."

"Sure, Commander. Whatever you say." Vega laughed as he walked away to go find his commanding officer her crowbar.

~15 Minutes Later~

"You sure you don't need help with that, ma'am?" Vega asked leaning against some cargo, while Shepard is going through her third crow bar. The other two somehow managed to get bent. Don't ask, no one really knows how it happened. Though there now is a rumor going around the ship that Cerberus has made Shepard into Superman, er... Woman... Superwoman. Or Wonder Woman.

"Fine. You think because your a man you can open this crate up. Go for it." She said throwing the crow bar at him, Vega ducked behind a cargo.

"Hey! You said no throwing!"

"No. I said I wouldn't flail and scream random nonsense. Did I flail?"

"No."

"Did I scream random nonsense?"

"No..."

"So shut up, and be a man and open my damn crate!" She said putting on hand on her waist and with the other she pointed angerliy at the crate that wouldn't budge. "Be careful. The object inside is delicate. And if you brake that object, I swear to you now. That I will take that crowbar from you and begin flailing and screaming random nonsense. Got it?"

Vega gulped. "Yes Ma'am." He saluted. Don't piss her off Vega! He thought to himself.

"Whats going down in here?" Liara said after exiting the elevator.

"The Commander got a package and now their trying to open it...for the past..." Cortez said looking at his watch. "forty five minutes."

"Do you know what's inside of the crate?"

"Shepard does, but we don't. Something huge. Maybe a new weapon of some sort. She said her parents sent it to her as a... what was it she said... a 'calming gift'? Whatever that means. But isn't both her parents serving in the Alliance Military?"

"Last time I checked they were." Liara said slowly walking towards Shepard who's sitting cross legged on the floor her hands behind her supporting her wait. "Shepard."

Anastasia stopped laughing, "Oh hey, Liara!"

"What's going on here?"

"Lola's making fun of me that's what." Vega mumbled something in Spanish after that, but it wasn't audible.

"Hey! You're the one who was being all macho libre on me! And we're trying to open the crate... The sooner the better, Lieutenant."

"I'm working on it Lola!" Vega said giving it another try with the crowbar.

"Why don't you just use biotics on it?" Liara said her body giving out a light blue energy. Shepard shot up and grabbed the Asari's arms.

"No! Don't. No biotics. The object in the crate is delicate. I don't want it damaged. Okay?" Liara looked into her friends eyes and understood.

"Okay. But using a crowbar isn't doing anything good."

"Maybe it's just Vega..." Shepard mumbled.

"Hey! I heard that!"

"Oh you did? My bad..." Anastasia smiled.

CRACK.

"Excelente! I think I got it Commander!" Vega said peering through the small crack that he had made. "What the hell is in here?"

"Something old, something for your commanding officer and no one else."

"Selfish much Ana?" Alenko said coming out nowhere. Ana stuck her tongue at her lover.

"Now gently pull it off. I said gently Vega! GENTLY."

"Yes, commander..."

Shepard gave Alenko puppy eyes. "No. Not the puppy eyes." Then she pouted. "Fine." Defeated. Alenko went to go help Vega to gently pry off the crate.

"No one can resist the puppy dog eyes!" Ana said raising her arms in victory.

CRACK. BAM!

The crate wall fell down, only to see darkness.

"I don't see anything Shepard." Vega said peering inside, the only response from Ana was the roll of her light blue eyes.

Ana stepped into the crate and vanished within the darkness a few seconds later she appeared back pulling slowly on the object that she was waiting for.

A grand piano.

The piano was made out of a dark wood, giving it a rich, lustrous and shimmering look. On the music desk there were musical instruments such as a violin and the trumpet, along with music sheets. Ana looked the pedals so they wouldn't roll, before she took her right hand and traced the piano along its fall board. She traced it to the sides, then to the rim. She gently lifted up the lid of the piano and propped it up on its lid prop. On the lid of the piano was once an elegant image, but has now faded away.

She went back inside the crate and carried out benches that matched the piano's color. She gently set it down near the piano and sat down. She lifted up the fall board, to show the old girl's keys. They weren't pearl white anymore, more of a light tan. The the fall board was an elegant design that look like flowers, they started in the middle and then branched off in different directions.

Everyone in the shuttle bay was silent. Not knowing what to say or do. Shepard gently traced her fingers on the keys. Cold at the touch, but smooth and a bit worn down from her playing as a child.

Anastasia quickly put her hair into a pony tail, and placed her fingers on the different keys.

She gently, with her right thumb, pressed down on the middle C . It sounded like what it should sound like. Then she tried D, E, F, and G with her right hand. Then she did the same thing with her left hand, making sure that every not sounded what it should sound.

Anastasia cracked her neck and hands, she then placed her hands on the keys she wanted. Closed her eyes, took a breath, let it out, and slowly began to play. Her hands gain more speed and began moving like a bullet, like a humming bird's wings. Her hands didn't miss a single note, the music surrounded the whole room. Her body moving along with the flow of the music. Everyone was in awe.

She was lost in her music, of her memories growing up, learning how to play from her grandfather. She could see his smiling face proud of her at her first recital. Playing the piano was her way to relieve stress, but she kept on moving from ship to ship as she grew up, due to her parents work in the Alliance Military, she couldn't bring the piano every where. Instead she had to bring a keyboard, which didn't even have real keys. She hated the feeling of not feeling the coldness of the keys that haven't been touched in hours.

When Shepard finished playing, claps and words were surrounding her. She couldn't hear them, but she could hear her grandfather saying: "Bravo, Ana!" with a smile on his face.

A tear slid down her cheek.

A/N: Well? How am I doing? Reviews please!

The music she plays: watch?v=wrlID7C8xLk&feature=BFa&list=FLZgLr_ufFD-dSkDk0PT5J1w

The Piano: pianos/steinway/art-case/satin-rose/