A/N: Thank you guys for the reviews, alerts and favorites they are really helping me write this. xD

I do not own Kill Bill or Mass Effect unfortunately...

Mars, a place where many humans travelled to when escaping problems back on Earth. Every person on the planet likely had a dark past which was metaphorically highlighted by the lack of summers and winters.

It rained frequently in the capital city and the sky was always smothered in dark clouds. Mars was a last resort for Earth born humans trying to avoid their home planet, for many had issues with leaving the Sol cluster where they would no longer be protected under the Alliance's authority. The universe was a dangerous place to be wandering around, especially if you had ghost from the past chasing you.

Many people who fled to Mars to start a new life were eventually tracked down by their pursuers, but in rare cases some humans managed to escape their problems and start anew. Shepard was not one of those exceptions.

Garrus had his XO tracking the coma ridden Shepard's every move. It took him a while to act on the information he had however in the end he finally agreed that Shepard had to be dealt with.

Hence the reason why Miranda Lawson found her self in Lowell City standing outside the hospital that protected her former commander, but not for long.

Her ebony heels clucked against the damp concrete as she made her way into the dismal building. Miranda had been standing outside in the pouring rain for quite a while for reasons she couldn't quite comprehend.

A few nurses shot odd glances in the XO's direction but hastily returned back to their task at hand when they noted Miranda's angered expression.

The hospital that Shepard had been conveniently placed in wasn't even vaguely aware of how important one of their patients were. That meant there would be no high security to ruin Miranda's incoming moment of satisfaction. Things would run smoothly for a change.

Her sharp footsteps echoed along the corridor as a smirk overtook her face, nothing could falter her confidence, not now that she had come this far. Miranda approached the stained blue doors to the changing rooms where she snuck in without a problem to change into her disguise. She got this far without it but decided to be on the safe side. This mission was delicate and needed to be carried out with the utmost care.

If vanity was a bomb it would have exploded half of the Sol cluster by now. Miranda's silhouette formed a shadow from the lack of light, atmospherically defining her curvy hips before she exited the room.

The hallway's lights were kind to her. She wore a tight fitted nurse outfit, the kind you would find in a novelty store next to some red platform heels. The disguised XO continued along down the brightly lit corridor lightly holding a metal pallet which supported a long syringe that was full to the brim with a deceiving green fluid.

Miranda waltzed past a conveniently placed mirror. Idealistically she was the perfect example of a human being what with her perfect lips, eyes, intelligence...arse. The fact that she was genetically altered to be perfect in every way obviously lead her down the road of being a perfectionist. Failure didn't exist in her vocabulary. Shepard tried to change her outlook on many occasions. Apparently making mistakes was what made her human. Miranda may have despised Shepard for everything she had done to not only her but the rest of the crew, yet she couldn't help but agree with how right she was.

After another stroll down the grey bleak corridors Miranda eventually found the room where Shepard laid motionless on her hospital bed. The swelling on her face had reduced and the bruises and cuts were nearly healed. Miranda wasn't entirely sure if the sudden observation displeased her or not.

She placed the pallet onto the table and took a step back to examine her former commander in more detail.

"She's a hero, a bloody icon…"

Miranda remembered her words as if she had said them yesterday. Shepard the saviour of the galaxy, yet there she was, helpless on a hospital bed, her life in Miranda's hands yet again. Lawson felt a sting of deja vu, 'The Lazarus Project'. How ironic that the woman who brought Shepard back into the galaxy was the same woman who was about to take her out of it again.

"...but she's just one woman," Miranda said out loud in a barely audible tone.

Thunder roared faintly outside the window while the rain plummeted against the glass, creating a cacophony with the beat of Shepard's heart rate monitor as they intertwined.

Miranda took a deep breath in order to mentally prepare herself. She wasn't getting cold feet, oh no. Lawson couldn't wait to exact her revenge on Shepard, to be the one who took her out of the universe. It was her damn nerves playing up and morality spiraling out of control.

Lawson edged closer towards the steel frame of Shepard's bed and hovered above her like a wasp waiting to sting it's victim.

"It's a shame it had to come to this Shepard." Miranda grabbed the syringe nonchalantly and began to prepare it .

"If possible, I would like you to see this from my perspective..." Miranda grabbed one of Shepard's tubes, jabbing the poisoned syringe within it. She gave one last glance at Shepard's unflinching body and slightly smirked. "I am actually doing you a favour."

Miranda's manicured fingers grasped the syringe ready to unload its contents into her nemesis.

Without warning her omni-tool bleeped to life, destroying every trace of her concentration. Miranda gave a heavy groan while removing the syringe. She wanted to savour the moment, she didn't want it rushed.

"Damn it," she cursed clicking the switch.

"Vakarian," Miranda answered trying to not sound too aggravated by his well timed intrusion.

On the other end of the line Garrus wiped his beloved sniper rifle up and down. There was not a single smudge in sight. "How is she?"

"She's comatose," Miranda replied with a bit too much enthusiasm.

"Are you with her?" he asked.

Miranda placed a hand on her hip, pleased with her efforts. "Standing over her as we speak."

"Impressive," Garrus replied in a husky voice before lifting his rifle in the air, testing the new scope he had taken the time to attach. He took a clean headshot at one of the makeshift targets aboard the Normandy in the training area. "Miranda you are going abort the mission-" Garrus was cut off by what sounded like Miranda having a little bitch fit. "We owe her more than that," he continued calmly.

Back in the room Miranda had paced up towards the the window that reflected the lightning perfectly. It resembled her anger in more ways than one.

"I don't owe her anything!" she yelled back.

"Do you want to shout a bit louder? I don't think the rest of Mars heard you," Garrus retorted taking a seat with his talons still gripping his rifle firmly.

Miranda was obedient and knew when to back down, which was probably the main reason why Garrus kept her around. She lowered her voiced into a frustrated whisper.

"I just cannot believe you are having second thoughts, of all the-"

"If you stop over-reacting for a second then I can explain to you the reasons behind my decision," he hissed followed by the sound of a thermal clip being locked in place.

"Speak," she replied flinging her arms in the air. Vakarian wasn't one to suddenly change his mind in the spur of the moment. When he had his mind set on something he did it. So why now? Why begin exploring different paths when it is this path Miranda wanted him to go down.

"You all beat Shepard within an inch of her life yet you didn't kill her, and I lodged a bullet in her skull but her heart just kept on beating. We have done a lot of things to Shepard, and if she ever wakes up we will do a whole lot more." His last words tasted sour in his mouth, he figured it was because he was serious. "But one thing we won't do, is sneak into her room at night like a filthy Vorcha and kill her in her sleep. And the reason we wouldn't do that thing, is because that thing..." He fired another round into his target, "Would lower us. Don't you agree Miss Lawson?"

His words were compelling, he had the same manipulative skills as Shepard. She knew she had been defeated. Miranda crossed her arms and let her head sink onto the window where the rain was still tapping against the cold glass. "I guess."

Garrus' mandibles twitched in amusement on the opposite line. "Do you really have to guess?"

Miranda gave a huge sigh "No…I don't…really have to guess…I know."

"Come back to the Normandy."

"Affirmative," Miranda replied before cutting him off in frustration.

Her lovely murderous plan had literally been cock-blocked. All day she had been savouring up the moment when she could watch that bitch's face squirm as the toxic coursed through her body. Damn Vakarian to hell.

Miranda turned to face her old commander back on the bed, looking down at her in disgust.

"Lucky break for you," she seethed sarcastically.

Lawson leaned in closer to Shepard with an annoyed expression building up in her ever so perfect face, "Word of advise bitch, don't ever wake up."

A/N: If you are a major Kill Bill fan like me then you would have noticed that I have used a bit of dialogue from the script. My reason for it is because I felt Garrus just suited the dialogue so well, I had to do it. You only write a Kill Bill styled Mass Effect fan-fiction once right? RIGHT?