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 About Being Girly.

"You look good Shep."

The look Jagher shot Garrus across the room was not a happy or amused one. She crossed her arms under her chest and frowned, staring at the wall behind her team and trying to ignore the looks she was getting from the assembled crew in the room. Her cheeks had already flushed. Jagher couldn't remember the last time she'd felt embarrassed.

Damn dress, Shepard thought as she felt her cheeks flush. Damn Kasumi for making me wear the damn dress. I want my damn armour back.

"Garrus is right you know," the aforementioned thief said from her position leaning on the pillar. "You should wear nice clothes more often."

"I like my armour," Jagher grumbled. "And my uniform."

"Typical solider," Fayelle snorted around a laugh.

Jagher shot another violent glare at her sister. "I hate this dress and I just want this mission to be over."

Fayelle approached her sister and draped an arm around her shoulders, turning her and leading her away from the debriefing room. Jagher let herself be led away. "Stop whining Jag. You look great and you know it. You just don't like being a girl."

Jagher punched Fayelle in the shoulder and pushed herself away from her sister, but she was smiling. "I was never very good at it."

"Well with both parents in the military, what do you expect?"

They had started walking down the corridor towards the cockpit, but Jagher had barely noticed. She was too involved in the moment with her sister. It had been too long since they had had a conversation where they didn't spend half of it yelling at each other. "You managed okay. Until you enlisted, anyway."

"I still do okay as far as being girly goes," Fayelle said with a grin. "I wear a little makeup."

Jagher frowned at that, but this was a playful expression as opposed to the outright discomfort of moments before. "That baffles me. How can you wear makeup?"

"Jag," Fayelle said, once again wrapping an arm around her sister's shoulders. She placed her other hand on the front of her sister's shoulder as they continued their slow walk down the hall. "I do not spend ninety percent of my time running around unexplored worlds, fighting off hoards of geth and other assorted bad guys. I do a lot of undercover work. I get to dress up on a regular basis." Fayelle stopped walking and stood to one side of her sister.

As Jagher started to turn to see why they had stopped, she met with a bright flash. When the light cleared, Joker was smiling at her from his chair, a camera in his hands.

"Sorry Commander," he said through a wide smile. "But we couldn't let this go undocumented."

"Of course not." Jagher wanted to be mad, but she couldn't keep the grimace on her face. Her lips split in a wide grin and laughter bubbled out.

Author's Note.

Shepard in a dress is hilarious.

Also, this was the Moment that gave me the idea to write these.

Next Moment: A Moment Where Anger Wins.