she's the girl

by shajs

She knew hundreds of ways to kill. That's all she has needed to know to live her life until somehow, on a suicide mission, against all the odds, she finally finds someone to trust. • Drabbles.

2. one

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Commander Shepard wasn't the Cerberus lap dog she'd thought her to be. Giving her the intel, stepping over the Cheerleader who'd tried to stop her; set the course for Pragia, and made Jack talk.

"We could be pirates," she'd said. A stupid thing to say to a fucking hero, but there it'd been, and she had really meant it. Someone who would give Cerberus the finger even while riding their ship and living with their money, literally, was definitely someone she would accept for her team.

But Shepard wasn't the pirating type.

It wasn't clear what type the Commander was, but Jack could guess; there had been some kind of chemistry, and that was fucking unacceptable in every single way she could take it, no matter what. She worked solo, even if she'd needed help getting out of the Purgatory or... destroying Pragia, fucking Pragia. It was all repayment for her services against the Collectors and shit. Nothing personal: Shepard just needed a lot of people killed.

That suited her fine.

If only she would get out of her head.