A/N: So as I type this, the end credits of ME3 are on my tvand wow, the music that plays right at the end is some emotionally charged stuff, isn't it? Still gives me chills after my 3rd playthrough...seriously love an end once and for all...and leaving earth.
Aaaandonto the forth playthrough (what is this life thing you speak of?)

It had been a few days since Hayley woke up, and no one had visited the commander since she told Liara, her mother and her brother to leave. Whenever the door opened, excitement swelled in her chest, only to be replaced by disappointment when a doctor walked in. Today was no different.

"Commander Shepard, I have some bad news and some good news" Today it was a human doctor, not a stranded salarian just helping out or a turian that had little idea on what to do.

"Well, might as well hit me with the bad news, can't make my day much worse" Hayley sighed and examined the burn scars that ran up and down her arms.

"As you are aware, you sustained multiple injuries, and while most have healed with no lingering effects, some have not. Have you noticed anything strange about feeling in your right hand?" The doctor looked down at his datapad while he spoke, and looked up at Shepard while he awaited an answer.

"It's felt numb a lot. Doesn't feel like I have good grip strength, why?" Of course Hayley already knew the answer would be nerve damage, but didn't know to what extent it would be.

"You're hand and wrist were in bad shape, and we are certain you have severe nerve damage. We are unsure if the damage will repair itself," The doctor paused while Hayley sighed inwardly "You also had a spinal fracture. You should still have feeling in your lower body, but you will need to learn to walk again, and even then, you will have a permanent limp as your left ankle was fractured severely" The doctor lowered the datapad and Hayley stared down at her hands and tried to take in what she had been told. She almost laughed when one of her first thoughts was forced retirement here I come!

"...Good news?" she said, after what felt like a 5 minute silence, but in reality barely broke a galactic standard minute.

"The good news is you have recovered well, all things considered. You should be able to be discharged at the end of the week" The doctor did a couple checks on the commanders stats before he left her alone to continue collecting her thoughts.

-Tom-

Tom did up his belt and silently slipped out of the room. Having left hospital he wasted no time in getting back into his usually ways of sleeping with anything he could. Today it was some random woman on Mars, but he never caught her name, not that he actually cared, because he wasn't going to speak to her again.

Before he left he received a message on his omni-tool from his mother, who asked him to meet her in the quarters in which they were staying.

It was strange, knowing the great, Commander Shepard was actually his long lost sister. The first human spectre who rallied the galaxy's forces to take down the reapers was born to the same woman as he was. It somewhat destroyed the lieutenants bravado, but sparked minor interest in him. He wanted to get to know her, but he disagreed with virtually everything she stood for. Plus she seemed like a goody-two shoes, and what fun is there in that?

Tom walked down the corridor, avoiding the refugee's that had yet to be moved and had taken up sleeping in everyone's way in the meantime. Having been brought up on various alliance vessels and bases, blocked corridors irritated him far more than it would anyone else, thus giving him the want to kick the crap out of them, only stopping himself when he realised he was an alliance marine and it wouldn't look too good on his record.

Tom was too tied up in his own thoughts when someone bumped into him.

"Sorry" the woman said and she took a step back. She looked as though she had been through hell recently, frantic worry across her face.

"Hey, watch where you're going. And it's sorry sir, I'm a lieutenant" Tom had no patience for anyone ever, unless he was trying to talk them into bed.

"Sorry sir. And it's ma'am, I'm an alliance Commander" It was at this point Tom noticed the chain around the woman's neck and the dogtag that hung against her. Suddenly Tom lost his tough guy exterior, as one of his biggest fears was pissing off his superiors, even though he had done it multiple times.

"Oh...I'm-"

"Amy, I found them" A purple skinned asari ran up to the alliance Major and grabbed her tattooed arm, the frantic worry on her face being replaced by relief.

"Oh my god, thank you Tariyah!" She hugged the asari, a little too long for a friendship hug, and they both ran down the corridor and out of sight, much to Tom's relief, because now he didn't have to apologise to her.

The lieutenant continued to the area where his mother was staying, tucking his own dogtag into his shirt so no one stopped him, something his mother had told him to do as it had become a mandatory requirement for all alliance marines to wear their dogtags so they were visible at all times, something to do with making it easier to get help.

When he reached his mother, he took notice of the empty shelves in the room. It appeared she was packing to leave and it was then Tom noticed his own things thrown on top of a case at random.

"We're leaving" Hannah placed her neatly folded trousers into her footlocker without giving her son even a sideways glance.

"Why?"

"Your sister's getting out soon, and that damned asari is likely to go running straight to her or vice versa. I cannot stand that thing a moment longer" Tom could understand his mothers frustration. He hated Liara about as much as she did, because she acted like she was the most important thing in his sisters world. Plus she was an alien, and while Tom will deny it to his grave, the reality is he is severely xenophobic.

-Liara-

"I hope to talk again soon" Liara nodded in acknowledgment to Feron's goodbye and hung up the call on her omnitool.

The drell surviving the war made Liara somewhat relieved. Those two had become incredibly close and being the shadow broker was demanding, so having someone who she could trust to take some of the workload, albeit not that much, made her life slightly easier.

Of course, at this current moment she was using Feron as a distraction from Shepard. The way she shouted at her still stayed in her mind and it had rendered her unable to talk to her again, because she was worried about how she would be. Would she be sorry about yelling, or think Liara deserved it?
Liara couldn't imagine it being the latter, but the slight chance it could be that was difficult for her to deal with, so she decided to avoid visiting her.

The asari's omni tool beeped as a message came through informing her about her bondmates release from hospital.

"Already?" Liara said to no one in particular. It then occurred to her that the crew of the Normandy were unaware as to Shepard's current condition, and if she were to get Shepard of Mars and preferably to some non-war damaged place, she would need a decent ship.

Liara scrolled through her contacts and tried to pick the best person to speak to. Joker was still in pieces over EDI and his father (his sister had survived however), understandably, Garrus was probably back on Palaven, Kaidan was off on spectre business and James had began his N7 training. Basically everyone she could find was no good. The worst part was seeing Tali on the list, but the immediate rush of emotions was pushed into the back of Liara's mind.

Liara eventually decided the although a Normandy get together was needed, it would be best to leave it for a while and settled on calling a business owner on Illium who owed her a few favours.

It was time to go talk to Shepard.

A/N: Ok so I may or may not have done a self insertand I made myself pretty awesome but I can assure you I will not do that again.

Also yes, I saved the gethover the quarians, it was an accident and I felt so bad seeing Talidie. So no Garrusand Tali, unfortunately. There's also another pairing I like who won't be here, but you can find out later