Epilogue
Shepard plopped down on the nearest chair he found, exhausted from the recent events. He saw everyone follow suit, sitting down and relaxing. He heard Davin groan, Dr. Chakwas working on his arm. They were back on the Normandy, who had used its stealth to sneak past the Alliance fleet, and were now wandering aimlessly until they came up with a plan.
Tali sat on his lap, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. He was too tired to speak for the moment, and she either knew that or was feeling the same way. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had been through a lot of shit in his military career, but nothing as depressing as this; being betrayed by the military he had fought and bled for. It didn't matter that this new asshole, Samwell, had become general; they were all at blame for allowing it to happen in the first place.
He laid his head against Tali, thinking. He had no idea where they would go, what they would do. He didn't want to actually fight the Alliance for the rest of his life, or run and hide. But what else could he do? With that guy as general, they were certain to chase him to the ends of the galaxy. They wouldn't let up, and he was growing tired of fighting.
He heard footsteps and saw Dr. Chakwas walking towards them, and he didn't like the frown on her face. "Dr., will he be ok?"
She hesitated, and then nodded. "If you mean 'will he die' then no, he will live. But his arm isn't looking too good. Whatever cut him severed plenty of nerves, and I don't have the necessary supplies here to do anything. I patched his arm up as best as I could. He will be able to use it….hopefully, but not at 100%. He will be lucky if he can close his hand fully again."
Shepard nodded gravely, his heart sinking. Kid already lost his legs, and now could lose the use of his arm fighting for Shepard. They were able to finish Ultimate, but that probably didn't make him feel much better…
As if sensing them talking about him, Davin walked out of the Medical bay, his arm wrapped up in a sling. He sat in the chair opposite of Shepard, smiling.
"Holy shit, whatever drugs she gave me are totally working; I can barely feel my face!" Davin said, laughing. Shepard shook his head, forgetting how quickly the young could get over things. He remembered when he had that attitude.
"So, to start off, I think we should figure out where the hell we are going." Davin said, basically pointing at the elephant in the room. "I don't think we have the fuel to fly in space forever."
No one answered for a long time. Even Shepard had no idea where they could go. Thankfully, Tali did. "Well, Shepard did free Rannoch from the Geth for the Quarians; I don't think they could refuse letting us stay there until we come up with a better place."
Slowly, everyone nodded, agreeing. Shepard smiled and kissed the back of her neck, making her shiver. "What would we do without you Tal."
She scoffed. "Fly around endlessly until we either died or were captured."
"Good, that's out of the way." Davin said, making Shepard raise an eyebrow at him. He had more?
"Now, what's the plan? I doubt you want to fight the entire Alliance fleet, and running for the rest of our lives doesn't sound fun. Got any ideas Commander?"
Shepard shook his head. "No, nothing." Davin nodded in understanding. "No problem, because I have an idea." Davin leaned closer to Shepard. "What we need to do is simple; we find out who all put Samwell on his high horse, kill them, and then kill Samwell as well. He said so himself that one admiral disagreed, so we should also find out who that admiral is, and if we can get him on our side. Once Samwell and his friends are dealt with, we might get punished for it, but I don't think they will serve us the death penalty, and that's a step further than where we are now."
Shepard blinked, amazed that someone who was high on pain killing drugs could think so clearly. "It's a little rough…but better than what we had before. When we get to Rannoch, we can perfect that plan."
Davin nodded, satisfied. He got up and started walking towards his room, then he turned back at Shepard. "Oh, and when we finally corner Samwell, He's mine Commander." With that he left the room.
Shepard sighed. He sensed the hatred in those words, but he couldn't blame him. Tali got up, pulling him up with her. "Come, John, lets go to bed. You look like you could use a massage." She said, then she winked, indicating more. He smiled wearily, and let her lead him towards his room.
He had no idea what was would happen after today, but he wouldn't run away. He would stop this Samwell guy and make sure his entire team gets through it alive.
But for now, He would go and gladly get a massage from Tali.
End
Authors noted: I'm sorry that it took so long to finish this fan fiction! I have been very busy with work. But this isn't the end of the story. After I finish The Cure, I will write one more story with Davin and Shepard. I hope you enjoyed this and thank you for reading!
