I'll admit that I was fairly disappointed today when I saw that there had been no reviews for the second chapter. So, dear readers, today I will ask very nicely. There's nothing better than getting a review, even if it's just one word. The feedback lets me know how I'm doing, if people are actually reading this, and will help me to improve in the long run. Just leave me a thought, please. Reviews are so sincerely appreciated, and I will respond to them all personally.

Alright, enough of that. Today's inspiration comes from my English notes. Look at that, they did have a practical use! Probably not quite what my teacher had in mind, but that's alright. And as a side note, it seems as if these drabbles might start getting a little AU. Nothing hugely plot-changing, but just little things that I've interpreted a bit differently than the game does.

As always, enjoy, and please tell me what you think

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15 Days- Daunting Epiphany

"To be romantic is to be wild and sentimental rather than rational, ideal rather than real."

"The path to harmony is epiphany, emotional clarity or perfect attention to a thing or place to see the truth."

-From Pre-Ap American Literature notes on Romanticism and Transcendentalism.

Feros had contained so many lovely surprises for me and my team; geth, weird plant zombies, mind-controlled colonists, a massive, mind-controlling plant. All in a day's work. Sometimes I wonder if I'll get used to the crazy things I've seen in this galaxy. There is so much out here that people don't even know about. I mean, seriously, plant zombies?

When I first saw the Thorian, I couldn't help speaking the first thought that came to mind.

"We're going to need bigger guns." Behind me, I heard Wrex make a grunting noise that could have been an agreement (one never knew with krogans), and Kaidan chuckling quietly. My heart beat a little faster, but I accounted it to adrenaline. Focus, I thought, there's a giant plant-thing that needs to be killed.

When we finally made it off of Feros, I was covered in plant goo. Sticky, green, gelatinous goo that was impossible to get off my armor or out of my hair. Frustrated, I retired to my quarters early to try to scrub away the messy substance. By the time I had managed to remove most of it, it had gotten quite late, and most of the crew's shifts had ended. Figuring that they deserved the rest, I tried to get some sleep myself.

Of course, between the nightmares from the beacon and my usual insomnia, sleep was unobtainable. So instead of getting the rest I sorely needed, I went out to the mess hall to find some tea, hoping that would calm me down enough so that I could fall asleep. But when I walked out there I realized I wasn't the only one awake.

"Couldn't sleep either?" Kaidan asked from where he was sitting at the table, a mug in front of him.

"I keep on getting flashes of the beacon. You?" I asked, locating a clean mug and my favorite type of tea, using the hot water heater that I had brought.

"Migraine. It's better now, though. I just didn't feel like going back just yet." I felt a flash of sympathy towards him. Migraines, headaches, those were things I understood. Grabbing my tea I walked over to the table.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked. He nodded.

And it was as simple as that. These nightly meetings became habit, and eventually we talked about everything and everything, from the mission to our pasts to our favorite things. Every day I looked forward to our meetings more and more. They were companionable and dependable, a sort of stability in my otherwise crazy life. The more time I spent with Kaidan, the more I learned about him, thought about him, a thought started to dawn on me. A wild, daunting epiphany.

I was falling in love with Kaidan Alenko.