Title: Artemisia Shepard, War Hero
By: Midnight Unicorn
Disclaimers: Main character is semi-mine, others and places are not

Seeing Garrus floored by that explosion was oddly familiar. Shepard watched, momentarily disconnected from her emotions as the dark turian blood stained the carpet. It was like finding Nihlus' body, only a hundred times better and a thousand times worse. Better, because Nihlus was dead, his face a shattered ruin pressed into the ground—with the experience of years in battle she overcame the shock that threatened to cripple her—and Garrus would get back up. He had to, she needed him to.

Keeping low in case any snipers still lurked, she scrambled over to him, gripping his shoulder. A thousand times worse, because Nihlus was interesting, but only an acquaintance, and when he was dead, it was over. Garrus was a friend, a comrade, so much more important. And there was fear in his small, deep set eyes as she leaned over him, fear and pain that should never be in the eyes of a predator like him.

I'll kill them all, she swore fiercely to herself, one eye on Garrus, the other on the lookout for enemies as they rushed to the pick up with the Normandy. Eclipse, Blue Suns, Blood Pack…all of them. Dead.