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 With Old Friends.

Jagher Shepard was getting used to being surprised. In her line of work, it was pretty commonplace. However, when the Archangel figure in her dossiers turned out to be Garrus Vakarian, Shepard found herself completely shocked. The former turian C-Sec officer had been a member of her original crew, had been someone she trusted with her life, her friend and here he was, just when she thought she was going to have to face the Collectors and Cerberus on her own.

She walked down to the Main Battery Room, the place Garrus had chosen to spend most of his free time since receiving the needed medical attention after the battle on Omega. When the doors opened, the turian turned and offered his version of a smile, the bandage on his face crumbling slightly with the motion.

"How are you feeling?" Jagher asked.

"All right, considering. Chakwas gave me something that's helping with the pain."

Jagher sat on some of the crates that had been piled in the corner. "I'm glad you're all right. And that you're here. I can't tell you how good it is to see a familiar face."

Garrus leaned against the console behind him and crossed his arms over his burnt armour. "I can imagine," he said. "To be honest, I'm not sure how you're coping with waking up to find your life and world torn apart. I went back to the Citadel afterwards, to try and pick up my old life, but too many things had changed."

"If I ran, Cerberus would find me and drag me back. I'm not working with them by choice."

"They did bring you back to life."

"I know." Jagher sighed. "And while part of me is grateful…"

"They brought you back to fight the evils of the galaxy without thinking what it would mean for you."

Shepard smiled at her old friend and nodded, a bit of a laugh escaping her lips. It was a bitter laugh. "That's exactly it, and up until now, I haven't had anyone to talk to. I've been moping around the ship with no one to talk to except Joker and my fish," she said with something like realization in her voice.

"Fish?"

"Oh yeah, this new Normandy has many luxuries. Like a giant-ass fish tank in my quarters." She laughed again, decidedly less bitter.

Garrus offered up a laugh as well and then winced when it pulled at the injured flesh underneath the bandage covering most of the right side of his face. "Has it been any better with your sister here?"

Jagher sighed. She couldn't quite keep the smile off her face. It felt good to talk to someone from two years ago, someone who had been in the thick of it all with her. Joker was great to talk to, but he had been stuck on the ship thanks to his disease, so it wasn't quite the same. And Fayelle… Garrus was right about it being better. As much as her and Fayelle butted heads, the younger girl was Jagher's sister and the only living member of her family who had cared enough to come and see her. Even Hannah Shepard, their mother, had only sent an angry e-mail.

"Yeah it has, but Fayelle can be a handful."

"Jagher, you down here?"

At the yell, Jagher smiled at Garrus. "Speak of the devil." She turned her face towards the doors. "In here, Faye!"

Fayelle opened the door to the Main Battery Room and smiled at Garrus before turning her attention to her sister. "There's a call coming in about something… Not sure. Joker wouldn't let me hear the transmission, but he couldn't get a hold of you, so he sent me to find you. I don't know who he thinks I am."

"Apparently you're his personal message service." Jagher pushed herself off the crates and turned to her turian friend. "I'll talk to you later Garrus?"

Garrus nodded, the plates of his face shifting into what passed for a turian's smile. "I'll be here Shep."

As Jagher left, her sister began to ask Garrus questions; Fayelle had always been the more inquisitive of the two and she loved learning about other species' culture and history. The doors whooshed closed behind her and Jagher smiled to herself, thinking that the Normandy SR2 finally felt a little more comfortable, finally felt a little more like the home the original had been. And maybe, just maybe, if Garrus could come aboard, so could some of the others from her original team.

Author's Note.

GARBUS PLS.

Next Moment: A Moment About Being Girly.