The Captive

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Chapter 11: Infected

The turian fought wildly against his restraints. Shepard watched sadly from the other side of the glass. Nihlus stopped beside her, "How long has he been like this?"

The woman shook her head, "I don't know. Some of his fellow trainees said that he's been complaining about hearing things and then he just went absolutely nuts today during chow."

Treynnus screamed psychotically. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

His body started convulsing violently as he snapped his jaws at the doctor's. Victus muttered, "So this is what you encountered on that ship?"

Shepard nodded her head, "Yeah, multiplied by about two hundred."

The fear on Jantor's face was evident. "Do you think it'll happen to us?"

The woman shrugged. "Can't say. He was bitten, maybe that's why he's reacting to it. You and I at most inhaled a few particles."

Nihlus spoke softly as he watched his fellow turian sorrowfully, "Is there nothing we can do, General?"

Victus fingered his mandibles with a talon. His thoughts heavy. "Perhaps. I used to work with a Salarian doctor a few years back. He's absolutely brilliant, if anyone can figure this out, he can."

Jantor turned to the General, "And if he can't?"

Victus' eyes mirrored his own painful thoughts. "Then we might consider the most merciful action possible for our dear friend."

Shepard's blood ran cold. She and Jantor shared a look, knowing exactly what was on the other's mind. Terror. Horror. Sorrow. It was all there.

"Nihlus, be sure to pass on the details of Treynnus' condition to Garrus. He'll be meeting with the Executor pretty soon, no time to waste."

The dark turian nodded his head in the affirmative, "Yes sir."

"Shepard, Jantor. I trust you will let us know immediately of any change in your conditions."

They both nodded their heads as they stared in at their friend. "GO AWAY!" His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his body trembling as if possessed. "NO! MAKE IT STOP!"

"Human. Prisoner? No restraints. Steady pulse, confident. Strong posture. Ah, soldier. You must be Commander Shepard." He spoke as quickly as he thought, and that was truly saying something.

Shepard's eyebrows raised, a small smile crossed her face in amusement. She extended her hand, "You have me at disadvantage."

"Hand shake. Human sign of greeting, friendship. Pleased to see this. I am Mordin Solus. Here to help."

His own hand grasped hers warmly and shook strongly. Shepard repressed the look of surprise. She had always thought the salarians were particularly weak. They were so skinny and small all over. According to Victus- Mordin Solus was former STG and a savant in the medical field. Basically, he was good at both taking life and saving life. A dangerous combination.

Mordin spoke rapidly as he analyzed the test results and examinations of Treynnus' body. He entered the room where the screaming turian was restrained. At the sight of flesh, he lost it again. Screaming and gnashing his teeth, convulsing like a maniac.

It was terrifying to see, yet Mordin didn't even flinch. He appeared hard at work while muttering to himself. Victus stood beside her with a slight chuckle.

"He may seem crazy, but he is absolutely brilliant."

Shepard smiled. "I like him."

The General's mandibles twitched into a small smile of his own. "I do too, Commander."

"Believe I have isolated the problem. Can begin working on an antidote immediately."

Shepard's surprise was evident across her features. "So quickly?"

"Salarians do not live long. Everything must be quick."

"Do you understand what it was?"

"Yes. I believe it was originally created for control. Obviously, that failed. Amateurs. Effectively destroys the mind of the infected over time. Your friend will be fine soon enough. You and the other will receive shots-"

There was a horrifying scream down the hall. Shepard's head snapped in it's direction. Charging from the crew quarters was Jantor. He was raging wildly. His eyes were a soulless black, his mouth snarling and roaring.

He looked straight at her. Shepard felt as if ice scolded her skin. With a terrifying scream he started running at her. All seven feet of turian in him combined with speed and a bit of psychosis turned him into one scary motherfucker.

"Shit."

Mordin slammed the door. "No time. Must work on cure. Handle turian."

Instead of arguing for help, Shepard turned to face Jantor. Willing herself to stay in one place with every fiber of her being. She breathed heavily, fear roaring through her veins. She just needed to distract him long enough until he could be restrained.

No big deal. Except that he was a huge, fucking monster.

He got closer with each passing millisecond. Shepard's resolve never faltering as she stood strong, bracing herself to escape his line of path at the last second.

Shepard jumped out of the way, but the turian swept his arms, grasping her around the middle and slammed her into the floor. She gasped for air as he jumped to start tearing at her.

Shepard rolled away and leapt to her feet. She found herself trapped in a corner. Terrified and alone. Jantor screamed horrifically and charged her again. This time she braced herself for impact when a blur passed in front of her.

The crazy turian was knocked roughly to the ground by none other than Garrus Vakarian.

Jantor pinned Garrus to the ground, his teeth chomping and slamming down, trying to grasp a hold of him. He desperately tried to hold off the infected turian. Shepard's boot slammed into the side of his face, knocking him off Garrus momentarily. Just long enough for him to escape.

Jantor charged the other turian again. Shepard jumped on his back to throw him off balance and take his attention away from Garrus. The psychotic man spun around wildly and began slamming her against walls violently.

She fell to the floor heavily and the monster grabbed her by the throat and hoisted her into the air. She struggled and choked as his grasp became tighter and tighter. Mordin flashed into her eyesight. He held a syringe in his hand that he deftly injected into the turian's neck.

His grasp became more loose and he released her as his body crumpled to the floor. Garrus was at her side nearly immediately, his arms cradled her close as she gasped for air.

The salarian stood before them. "Hm. Impressive. Took a krogan level tranquilizer to quell the manic rage. Very interesting."

Shepard knocked on the door tentatively. There was a distant grunt, "Come in."

The doors swished open, she entered slowly. Her eyes scanned the room with interest. There were several guns scattered about the room, some taken apart, others gleaming. Garrus appeared from what she guessed to be the bathroom.

Surprise flitted across his face. "Shepard, didn't expect to see you. Need me for something?"

He only wore the undersuit pants. His chest was completely bare and incredibly interesting. His body seemed to only consist of muscle and bone plating. "I couldn't sleep. Just wanted to talk, if you're not busy?"

He suddenly appeared very uncomfortable and fidgety. "Sure, but I, uh, should probably put some clothes on-"

Shepard stopped him, her hand laid on his chest plates. "No, sorry, I didn't mean to stare. I just have never seen a turian under all that armor."

He visibly relaxed, a small smile replaced his nervousness. "Well, this puts me at a disadvantage. I have yet to find out what you humans look like under all that armor."

The small woman gave him a mischievous grin. "Play your cards right, and you just might find out."

Garrus' eyes widened his body tensed, "Oh. Um, I, uh, didn't think. Hm."

Shepard gave a small feminine giggle as her hands ran along his plating and skin with interest. "Calm down, I just came to talk, not to pressure you into anything."

The turian felt relaxation and disappointment all at once. He watched her carefully. She didn't appear to be herself. Her eyes were clouded with only what Garrus could describe as worry. His talons played with the tips of her hair, "Are you okay?"

Her eyes jumped to his, in what first was going to be denial. Her posture crashed, shoulders slumped as she began to pace.

"I've just been worried. Especially after Jantor attacked us today."

"You're wondering when it's going to happen to you?"

The small woman appeared smaller as the fragility washed over her like a tidal wave. "I was on the ship the longest. Why haven't I gone crazy? I feel like I have to anticipate it and I'm scared it's going to happen- I don't want to end up like that, Garrus."

"Mordin is working on a cure, if it were to happen to you, you would be fine because we would take care of it."

"What if I hurt someone before you can help me though?"

"That's a risk all of us are willing to take. We're not going to lock you up forever for something that might never happen."

Shepard nodded her head, Garrus' talon tipped her chin up so he could look into her eyes. They were so deep in sadness. "I just wished it hadn't happened to Trey or Jantor. They came onto that ship with me so bravely, and now this has happened to them."

"The only reason this has happened to them is because you made sure they got off that ship alive. No one is blaming you, Shepard."

Her voice was small and defeated. "I am."

Garrus embraced her tightly, pressing his mandibles against her cheek. Shepard laughed softly, "Be careful, I could go absolutely crazy at any moment."

"Maybe, I like crazy." The suggestive tone of his voice evoked a laugh from the small woman. Her eyes connected with his, they were bright as her smile. Her finger poked him, "You're a dirty man."

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers finding that sensitive spot beneath the fringe. There was a low rumbling sound in the turian's chest. His eyes fluttered shut. Shepard grinned at his reaction, his head lowered to her neck.

His teeth bit into her in a wonderful sensation of pleasure intertwined with pain. She couldn't repress the moan that escaped her lips. Garrus gave a primal growl at the sweet sound she emitted. His clothes suddenly began to feel very constrictive as his plates shifted.

Shepard pushed against him until he fell backwards on the bed. Her lips gently nipped at his mandibles eliciting another growl from him. Her tongue swiped against his mouth, begging for entrance. Her taste was so incredibly sweet as his tongue explored her mouth. Was this a 'kiss'? It felt strange to him but it was also the most incredible discovery he had ever made.

His talons pushed their way up her shirt, feeling her smooth skin greedily. He reveled in the warmth that exuded from her small frame. Her hips ground against his and he tugged at her shirt desperately.

Shepard paused and sat up, pulling her shirt off in a flash. Garrus' blue eyes drank in her appearance, the incredibly smooth, olive colored skin seem to glow in the low light. She smiled down at him as she unhooked her bra.

The turian carefully cupped her breasts with extreme interest. His talon flicked the pink nub and Shepard moaned enticingly.

Garrus flipped her over on her back, before he knew it, she and him were completely naked. He stared at her sex curiously, Shepard twitched nervously, trying to cover herself. Garrus gave a small chuckle, "Stop."

He rubbed against her gently and was surprised at how wet she was. A small moan escaped her lips as her back arched into him. He slid a talon in between her folds, Shepard gasped, "Garrus...please."

A smirk crossed his face as he rubbed his member against her. She writhed beneath him as he entered her slowly, carefully. He dropped his head and growled as her walls tightened around him. Shepard wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting each one of his pumps with a rise of her own.

He progressed quicker as the pleasure began to cloud his mind, Shepard's moans and mewls driving him to the brink. Her walls tightened and spasmed around him and she cried out. Garrus felt the hot white explosion spread throughout his body, he groaned and shuddered against her. His head falling against her shoulder.

Their breaths were heavy and hot with the recent impact of relief. He rolled onto his back, Shepard's hand touched him gently. He looked at her, his smile reflecting hers. He reached up and wrapped his hand in hers against his chest.

She pressed her lips against the side of his face. He murmured into her hair softly as his hand ran up and down her body gently. "Stay with me?"

Shepard looked into his eyes, she rolled over on top of him and pressed her lips against his mandibles, speaking softly into his mouth, "I would love to."

Ugh. I'm sorry if the sex scene was awkward. I am just not good at describing these scenes, ever. I can barely watch movies with sex scenes in them because I feel like a fucking creeper that watches people have sex secretly. D: Lol, anyways, thank you so much for all the positive feedback, your reviews are greatly appreciated! I hope y'all enjoy the chapter!