I do not own Mass Effect or any of the associated contact. Jagher Shepard is my Shepard and Fayelle Shepard is my friend's Shepard. This is a collection of moments set throughout the games. They're rated for language and violence mostly.

Mass Effect 2: Moments.
A Moment Of Nostalgia.

"Aria was a piece of work, wasn't she?"

Jagher looked sideways at her sister and then rolled her eyes. Fayelle had decided she was going to tag along for a bit to catch up with her sister and to make sure she didn't go and get herself killed again. They had just returned to the Normandy from Omega to get some rest. Tomorrow they would start with the dossiers The Illusive Man had provided. EDI had suggested going after Mordin Solus first, and it sounded like an excellent idea to Jagher.

But Jagher couldn't think about that because Fayelle had decided she wasn't going to shut up.

"Where does she get off demanding you go and see her anyways? Doesn't she know who you are?"

"Faye, I'm quite certain Aria knew exactly who I was, but Omega is her rock and I have to follow her rules if I don't want to cause trouble."

The younger Shepard looked at her sister like she had spontaneously grown a second head. "Since when have you gone out of your way to avoid trouble?" When Jagher gave her the indignant look she was expecting, Fayelle snorted in laughter. "Seriously though Jagher, when are we going to talk about this whole coming back from the dead thing? I want to know more and I want to know why you're still working for Cerberus. We have to talk."

"We will Faye, I promise, but right now, I would really like to get some rest."

"All right, all right. I think I'm going to go talk to Joker about this new ship. It's pretty spiffy."

Never having understood her sister's obsession with ships, Jagher just nodded and watched Fayelle move towards the cockpit. When she was gone, Jagher turned towards the elevator and was immediately blocked by her yeoman; at that moment, Jagher couldn't remember her name. She didn't want a yeoman, never had. "What is it?" she asked from between clenched teeth.

"You have several new messages waiting for you."

Jagher held up a hand as she pushed her way past the redhead. "I'll deal with them in my quarters."

But she didn't want to look at the messages at that moment. She didn't want to do anything but sleep and she knew that if she went up to her room, habits and responsibilities would dictate that she dealt with those messages first. Instead, Jagher took the elevator down to the engineering deck and descended even farther into the bowels of the ship to the small room at the bottom where someone had set up a cot and it was quiet. No one ever came down here and no one would look for her down her for a least a little while. Jagher stretched out on the cot and closed her eyes; down there, she could almost pretend that everything was the same as it had been.

The more she'd looked at the dossiers, the more she'd wished she could have her old team. The more she'd thought about the ship, the more she'd missed the original Normandy. The more she'd stared at the new facilities, the more she'd wished the orange-lit corner had still been where the kitchen was and that Kaidan had still been behind that console, working away on whatever had absorbed all of his free time.

Jagher put a hand over her eyes and shook her head. She had to move on; she knew that. She had to man up and face the challenge Cerberus had set out for her. Once that was complete, she could return to the Alliance hopefully and just pick up where she had left off in her proper line of work.

All you have to do now, Jag, is survive a suicide mission.

Author's Note.

I always wondered why that cot was there.

Next Moment: A Moment to Break Down.