"Dancing, that's a fun activity," Miranda said happily.

"Miranda, you know Shepard. She can't dance!" he felt very uneasy about the idea of taking her out to dance, the last thing he needed was her punching someone in the process.

"Not just any old club dancing you big idiot, I mean like the Tango," she sighed,"Of course you don't know what that is, stand up Garrus."

He stood and she placed one of her hands on his shoulder, using the other to guide his talon around his waist. She was squishy, just like Shepard, but Shepard was so much better.

"Follow my lead," she whispered,"Forward with your left."

He nodded and did the basic step. She nodded in approval.

"Forward with your right,"

"Left again,"

His foot accidentally caught hers, she nearly lost her balance, but caught herself. Of course it would take more to trip the most perfect woman in the universe. She looked back up at him and smiled slightly.

"I-I'm sorry," he stuttered.

"It's OK, just repeat the steps again," she said reassuringly.

They did this for a while, he wasn't as good as she was, but he was doing better than expected. He wanted to ask how she new how to do this type of dance, but lost in the moment, he was unable to. It was a long time before she pulled away. Eventually, when he caught onto it, he began to lead. Miranda said that the taller person was supposed to lead and it was clear who it was in that situation.

"That was great, Garrus. I'm proud of you,"

"Yeah, thanks Miranda, but are you sure that we'll have time for dancing...ya know with the Collector base and all,"

She shook her head and took her place back at her regular spot at her desk,"Do it as a celebration, she deserves a treat afterwards,"

He couldn't say that he wasn't nervous about going into a suicide mission. He knew it was the inevitable and he couldn't turn back now. He already began to notice that other crew members were getting their closure incase the worst did come to happen, and he was going to get his soon enough. And there was only one type of closure than he wanted.

He knew Sidonis was out there, he'd already found his personal contact, Fade, and he was willing to do whatever it took to get him. This is what he'd been waiting for, this is what his what he had to do.

Shepard didn't like the idea of him just killing Sidonis without an explanation, but he didn't care. He didn't intend to just give in before he got his closure. before he knew that there was a bullet in Sidonis' head.

"Shepard, the moment you move, I'm taking the shot!" he was growing more and more agitated by the second while Shepard made sure to stand her ground in front of him so he couldn't get the clear shot.

She was talking to him, she was trying to get him to explain his motives. The coward was actually crumbling where he stood...he felt guilty for what he'd done. Garrus couldn't stand to see him like that, he didn't want to take the shot anymore.

"Just go...tell him to go!" he said this with haste and Sidonis quickly ran out of the sight of his vantage point before he had time to change his mind.

Shepard gazed up at him from her spot below, her lips were curved into a slight smile,"You did a good thing, Garrus."

It felt like he did, but yet at the same time...he didn't feel like he did much at all, like he didn't accomplish anything that he'd wished for. Night after night he dreamt of taking that shot and ending that miserable excuse for a turian, but now after a bit of convincing from the woman he loved, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. The poor man was already in that sorry state, he was causing more pain to himself alive rather than being dead, maybe this was the best way to let him suffer.

"I'm proud of you, Garrus," She continued to smile as they stood next to each other next to the space car.

"Yeah I….thanks, Shepard," he smiled back in return, she just seemed to have that effect on people.

"Feel like you've got your closure?"

He nodded,"I suppose you could say that. I guess it's just so easy to see the world in white or black, but grey...I don't know what to do with grey."

Even he didn't know what he was saying or why he was saying it so casually. It was just talking to Shepard was so nice, so easy to do, he couldn't help, but to pour his feelings out at her.

"I'll give you a little time to think about that. Meet me back at the ship when you feel like it,"

He wanted to thank Shepard for what she'd done. A gift seemed to be the most efficient thing, but he had no idea what to get her.

Her armor was already at it's strongest. Her fish constantly died and it got to the point where she wasn't even allowed to buy them anymore. The only thing he could get her was a tiny model ship. She did enjoy collecting these and she had quite a few hanging on her wall. The only one she was never able to find was one he pretty much saw every time he came to the citadel: the Normandy.

It was small compared to what she'd done for him, but he knew she'd like it. He wanted her happy, and he especially wanted to thank her.

He entered her room with the code like he always did. Thankfully, she wasn't there, she was probably still on the citadel somewhere, but this gave him the perfect opportunity to sit the ship on the hooks next to her collection.

When he felt satisfied he left and went down to the shooting range in the cargo bay. Cerberus built it in so that all crew member could hone their skills, and that what he wanted to do more than anything at the moment. Seeing as these skills could save his life someday.

Thane was already there, it was strange to see him out of Life Support, but the air did feel slightly more humid so he was probably comfortable about that as well.

"What are you doing down here, buddy?" he wanted to get on a more friendly level with Thane. They were going to be covering each others backs soon enough.

"Buddy? I do not recall us being friends," his tone was still even as he let out a deep exhale.

"Yeah. I suppose that was a bit far fetched, but I'm trying,"

He smirked and nodded as a response. Thane rarely ever showed emotion, and the one that he did show appeared to mainly be anger, but seeing him smile was different. If he was smiling then that meant that Hell had frozen over, as the humans would say.

"I just finished a conversation with the Commander, she seems worried about the mission,"

"I think everyone is,"

"Why don't you go and get some weight off her shoulders,"

His mandible fluttered at the thought of what he was saying. This was Thane, the unsmiling, scary, assassin, who could kill you armed with nothing, but his bare hands. He seemed a lot happier now, his guard was down.

"What are you hinting at?" he was suspicious of new Thane.

"Why don't you go 'relieve some of her stress," Thane smirked and turned back to his punching bad, leaving Garrus dumbfounded.

He needed Shepard before it was too late.

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The next chapter will be the last sadly! But do not worry my dear readers. I do plan to make a sequel that will take place in ME3, I don't have very many ideas for it and I would love for my readers to give me recommendations. That's all for now, thank you for sticking with me through all this.

~Thane'ssiha