I also typed this about September when I was working through Mass Effect 2. I had just found the Archangel and I was so surprised to see Garrus again. Once again, I found inspiration and I wrote this doozy.
Like mentioned in the summary, I will take requests.
Warning: Mild language
Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect.
Please enjoy!
The room was mildly dim, but one could see the silhouettes of two figures resting against a wall on a standard flight bed that was unfitting for the commander of the Normandy; the two occupants didn't seem to mind in the least as their own company was satisfying enough. Garrus sat on Shepard's bed with said woman laying in his arms.
"Shepard..." Garrus whispered softly as he held the blonde-headed woman in his arms. His claws stroked over her hair as Shepard nestled comfortably against the turian's chest, fleshly fingers idly tracing the seams of his armor. The woman lifted her gaze, slate blue eyes meeting Garrus' brighter blue and her lips curled back to show her brilliant white teeth in a smile. The turian offered his own smile, head bowing down to rub against hers as his mandibles pressed against the side of his lover's head in an affectionate touch. The commander leaned into his display of affection, turning her head a fraction to press a tender kiss to the nearest mandible.
The turian's hold tightened a fraction as he continued to whisper,"You know... turians don't like the cold..."
Shepard released a gentle laugh as she snuggled further into her lover, "Is that so?"
"Care to do something about that?"
The woman grinned cheekily as she raised her head, her forehead against his. A soft kiss was placed against Garrus' mouth and the commander replied, "You know I would love to..."
In an instant, Garrus found Shepard straddling his lap and the turian was laid back against the surface of the commander's bed. Garrus closed his eyes as the woman peppered him with kisses across his mouth and mandibles, showering him with all of her love and affection. He could feel her plush lips barely brush his left mandible and the appendage flicked upwards to create contact, but was met with an absence. Suddenly, her weight was gone and the warmth above him was replaced by a cold presence.
Confused at the absence of his lover, Garrus opened his eyes and was met by a dark blanket with little flashing lights far in the distance. His body was hit by a heavy wave of frigid air and Garrus immediately wanted Shepard's warmth right then and there.
"Shepard!" Garrus cried out into the uninvited void and it was then he realized he was floating adrift in this dark space. Panicked, Garrus began to thrash and the cold vacuum that surrounded him sent his body chills that had the turian tremble unbelievably hard. He tried to breathe, but the space offered no form of air for him; Garrus swallowed frigid gulps and slowly, he felt his insides burn as they froze. He tried to call out for his lover, but his voice was ragged and strained, "Shep...ard...!"
The turian gasped as his claws dug into the armor above his chest, feeling the invading chill freeze his lungs.
"Sh...ep...ard..."
If darkness could get darker, the dead space sunk into an abyss and the flickering lights of stars became mere splotches as Garrus began to lose consciousness and his body no longer felt present. Eyes glassed over, their now-dead gaze stared into the distance eternally searching for his lover.
Waking with a start, Garrus thrashed on his makeshift cot, causing it to turn on its side and deposit Garrus onto the floor with an unceremonious thud. The turian immediately gasped, expecting the icy chill from his dream, but quite the opposite. He heard the cycling of his helmet's ventilation systems as they took in his breath and converted it to "fresh air".
After a second of reassurances, Garrus sat up with a groan and muttered underneath his breath, "Damn nightmares."
They were becoming frequent and it made the turian lose precious hours of sleep, especially since he had three Omega gangs nipping at his heels and breathing down his neck, muttering the laws of death at his shadow. Garrus shook his head as the grogginess from his interrupted sleep slowly wore away; it wasn't like he had planned to go back to sleep anyway. That nightmare had escalated too fast for his liking. Collecting himself from the dusty floor, Garrus turned to his cot and stabilized it before laying back in it. His hand went for the tattered blanket on the ground and he pulled it up over him. Despite that his armor provided enough bodily warmth, Garrus felt it necessary to wrap himself in the beige-colored blanket. With a heavy sigh, Garrus settled into his cot, staring at the low ceiling above him and he allowed his mind to ponder. What would Shepard tell him if she saw him?
Damn it, Garrus. You've really fallen into the sinkhole.
"Oh, yes I have." the turian thought to himself, responding to the imaginary Shepard that loomed over his head with a bemused smirk and a shake of her head.
And you expect me to pull you out of this mess. Tsk, tsk, Garrus. You're better than dragging me to cover your ass.
"Why cover mine when I can look at yours?"
He imagined her laugh, head tossing upwards. Yeah, the turian was going crazy without his Shepard.
Crazy? More like delusional. Shepard sneered playfully.
Garrus grinned. Yes, he definitely was.
Get some sleep, you crazy bastard. You'll need it. The woman sat on the ground, leaning into his cot and resting her blonde head onto his chest. A hand was raised to stroke the woman's hair, but it fell through and her image shimmered away. Sighing, Garrus closed his eyes. Oh, he'll need his sleep alright. Spirits be damned if the gangs surprise him tomorrow because of his insomnia.