A/N: I actually enjoyed writing this chapter, even though I am now completely knackered. Trying take all your reviews into account. Sorry if your not that into my choices of characters, but hey you might still enjoy the story. You never know (Y). Got some reviews which commented on how I was basically copying the 'Kill Bill' script and just changing the characters. In the middle of shouting some obscene profanities that would make Jack blush I had to face-palm myself. Reason being that they were right! Damn it all. So i'm trying to listen to the faults that were so kindly pointed out :)

Just in case I do fail at that and continue to put in more 'Kill Bill' than Mass Effect then I should probably mention that I BumbleBeePixie do NOT own 'Kill Bill' or the awesome script, they belong to the God-like Tarantino. Plus I do not own, Mass Effect or Bioware. Enjoy :D

Nobody knows where Jack was born. She doesn't even know herself. What she does know however is that she was raised in a Cerberus facility on Pragia. Living a life where she was drugged and experimented on, the tattooed brat made her first acquaintance with death when she was in her early teens.

Thanks to Shepard, Jack was able to understand her past in more depth when they reached the facility a few years ago. It was there they discovered that the other kids got rougher treatment so that Jack's life wasn't risked.

Jack owed Shepard a lot. She hated to admit it but there it was, laid out for all to see.

After visiting Liara on her ship Shepard had come across Jack's dossier which provided the commander with quite a bit of her background information. Shepard had shown the dossier to the easilly angered biotic and had promised her that they will both look into it when she had the time.

However when Shepard vanished without a trace it was Garrus who helped Jack pick up the pieces. He wasn't a spectre therefore he couldn't fulfill Shepard's promise but with his Archangel status he had some pull with Aria back on Omega.

He helped Jack get set up there after she made the decision to leave the crew, and from there on then she got more and more powerful.

This caused tension with Aria, the queen of Omega if your feeling dramatic. It would only be a matter of time before the biotic and the asari killed one another. But Shepard wasn't about to let that happen. She wanted Jack all for herself.

Back in the Citadel's chapel Jack had added nine more deaths to her vastly growing kill streak, making one fatal mistake. She should have killed ten.

However all personal satisfactions aside,

"Wiggle you big toe."

The toe moved ever so slightly. It pleased Shepard to know that she wasn't fighting a losing battle.

Thirteen hours later Shepard's feet where strong enough to hold her weight, making her capable of walking again. She eased her self into the shuttle's driver seat and took off into the air.

The pepto-bismol shuttle drifted through the space traffic while Shepard's mind tried to put her plagued thoughts into perspective. After researching the whereabouts of everone on her list, it was Jack who stood out among the files on the data-pad, therefore she would be her first target.

Shepard gleefully began to imagine all the ways in which she could end the biotic's life. Beaten to death? Burned to death? Buried alive? Whatever worked out to be the slowest outlet.

However she knew she couldn't do this entirely alone. She needed a helping hand. Someone she could trust, oh the irony of that statement. Back in the main battery alone with Garrus before he turned into an evil psychopath. His awkwardness was amusingly cute, the way he was trying to dissuade her into wanting to be with him.

"Shepard i'm sure you can find something closer to home" he spoke quickly, curious to see her reaction but nervous about making eye contact.

He noticed he was still pacing as he tried to bring himself to a halt. From the corner of his eyes he could see Shepard with her arms crossed looking slightly bemused.

"Garrus I don't want something closer to home. I want you, someone I can trust."

She let her arms hang by her sides as she walked over to him. Damn it now he couldn't avoid looking at her. She was right in front of him. He lifted his head to meet her gaze. Her stunning blue eyes locking with his.

He took in a deep breath and suavely replied "I…can do that."

Every time Shepard reminisced about a happy memory it always brought up the image of Garrus shooting her. She slammed her fist near the shuttle's controls, leaving a small dent as she continued to drift.

Shepard brought up her omni-tool trying to identify the coordinates of her contact's location…Earth?

That was the last place she would want to visit in the galaxy, the crowds, the noise, the obnoxious people. Living there as a kid wasn't all that bad, but it was a part of her life that she had sealed off and never wanted to reopen.

Punching in the coordinates on the shuttle, Shepard put it on autopilot deciding that she would attempt to get some sleep. The thought of what kind of nightmares she would have made her shiver.

As she drifted through space she began planning how her little get together would go, all she asked was that it be an easy and hopefully happy reunion. But being a realist she was aware that the chances were that she would need her combat knife at the ready. Well, the batarian's combat knife.

Nine hours later Shepard could see Earth below her as she descended. She was glad that being dead, again didn't fuck up her driving skills.

Shepard hadn't been to Earth since joining the Alliance, the bustling crowds seemed to have gotten worse as she exited her 'Pussy Shuttle' parking it in the landing district.

Tokyo, Japan. The destination for all the alien tourists who had an interest in the hectic human culture. The streets were packed for 1am, throughout the years Tokyo soon stole New York's name as the city that 'Never sleeps.'

She could see pink neon lights in the distance that read 'Suzi's Bar'. According to her omni-tool that is were her contact was.

Shepard had made a quick land at a pit-stop station before entering the planet. The looks she received were ones of horror, mind you she was still dressed in her white gown that was covered in dark purple blood.

Thankfully she didn't have to face any cashiers, she could get what she wanted just by tapping her details into the system's inventory.

In just under ten minutes Shepard had bought herself a black plain shirt, a decent pair of boots, grey trousers and cheap bottle of body wash. She made her way into the pit-stop's restrooms and washed her mangled hair and blood stained skin with the newly bought liquid, rinsing the suds off with the help of the restroom's sinks.

The commander didn't stand out anymore and she looked presentable, thanking the spirits for small favors.

Shepard strolled down Tokyo's hectic streets keeping her hand secured on her combat knife at all times.

The place may have been a huge tourist attraction but that didn't mean that it was the most safest place to walk around at night. Hell she might as well have been on Omega for all the good the law enforcement did around here.

To her dismay two turians were sitting outside the bar drowning their sorrows. Shepard wouldn't usually care nor judge, however they were blocking her way to the entrance by sitting in the doorway.

Nothing was ever simple.

Shepard stood directly in front of the tipsy turians placing her hands on her hips. She coughed loudly to draw their attention.

The turian with green clan tattoos looked up nudging his friend in the process. They didn't look too pleased about being disturbed.

"What you want?" he slurred.

"For you guys to move," Shepard replied curtly.

The drunken turian dryly chuckled.

"Yeah well I want a lot of things. I want more credits than I earn, I want better clothes, but right now I wan't you to let me drink in peace."

"Yeah," agreed the other turian.

They both leaned against the wall getting more relaxed than before, if that were even possible when lying on the floor's cold surface.

"Humans!" spat the green painted turian suddenly. "Every single one of you are a bunch of racists!"

The turian next to him mumbled in agreement and lazily opened his jaw to speak.

"Why did we even come here anyway? There are humans no matter where you look."

The green turian nodded with exageration. "You know Timone that is a good question, a very good question..."

His word's began to trail off as he began staring at the floor absentmindedly.

Shepard was getting impatient, they were both too drunk to see reason.

She moved closer towards them and pulled her black shirt down to reveal her neck.

The two turians stared at her, mandibles flaring in unison.

"I'm not following," admitted the green turian after a moments silence.

Shepard sighed in frustration, adjusting her position so that the neon lights shone on the crook of her neck. The turians awkwardly leaned in for a closer look.

She had numerous bite marks in that region. Bite marks that she had received from Garrus whenever they had sex. He said something about how the bite marks metaphorically mark a turian's territory or something along those lines.

Shepard abruptly pulled her shirt back up as the turian's mandibles hung loosly in shock.

"If I were a racist then why would I have those?" she asked rhetorically.

The green painted turian grinned. The easiest way to understand a turian's facial expression was to study their eyes. His in particular had a soft mischievous glint to them at the moment.

"So…you're interested in our species then?"

"I'm more interested in getting inside the bar," Shepard shot back without hesitation.

The green turian chuckled again over Shepard's power to be unnerved by his suggestive comment. He turned to his friend who had been silently observing.

"Well you heard the lady," he said nearly toppling over as he stood up.

Shepard made a swift move for the door only to stop when the turian grabbed her lightly with his talons. She looked down at her gripped arm and slowly back up into his brown eyes with a deadly glare.

He spoke in a low voice, "You know if you're hurting for things to do-"

"I'm a busy woman i'm afraid," she replied in a fierce yet steady tone.

He gave her one last grin and released her arm. The turian opted to not cause any trouble and slightly tipped sideways as he grabbed his crate of alcohol and walked off into a baron ally with his companion Timone.

Shepard took a deep breath and shook her body as she exhaled before making her way through the bar's now vacated entrance.

Once inside Shepard could see that the bar was anything but classy. You had your asari hookers, smokers, hallix users, alcoholics you name it. This was Earth all right.

She pushed her way to the azure lit bar grabbing herself a seat next to a guy who looked like he had passed out.

Weirdly enough the music wasn't too heavy or over done. It had a rhythmic bass which sounded rather good despite the noise of the customers.

Shepard leaned forward on the bar trying to make eye contact with the bartender who was distracted by the bombardment of customers.

Bar's always did tend to get busy when it was ridiculously late.

Like a slow motioned movie sequence he looked up from pouring a yellow liquor into a glass. Shepard stared back at the fascinated bartender giving him a teasing smile. He didn't look at the salarian customer as he gave him his drink, keeping his eyes locked on Shepard at all times.

He limped over to the commander with a smug grin on his face. He met her gaze as he leaned on the opposite side of the bar.

"Of all the bars in all the galaxy the most gorgeous woman i've ever seen walks into mine," he flirted blatantly.

Shepard couldn't help but giggle. "Does that line actually work on anyone?"

The bartender gave a nervous laugh. "No, but there's no harm in trying…what can I get ya?"

Shepard scanned the list of drinks, they were definitely prices that took advantage of the tourists that visited the district.

"I'm not sure these are within my price range," she lied biting her lip in a worried fashion.

"Not a problem," he replied mixing her up a limey green drink that slithered through the crushed ice he had added. He slid the glass across the surface towards where she was sitting. "On the house."

Shepard blushed slightly but still managed to keep her cool.

"Thank you," she smiled. She couldn't believe that old trick of hers still worked.

"So what brings a girl like you to a place like this?"

Shepard sipped at her drink. By the spirits it tasted good. It dawned on her that drinking anything other than water after being comatose for four years would taste good. But this drink in particular was an extraordinary explosion of fruity flavors. Shepard had forgotten how famous Earth was for their unique alcoholic recipes.

"Ships," she answered in between sips.

The bartender paused as he was mixing another drink for himself.

"Ships huh? You learning to fly or something?" he asked trying not to look too interested.

"You could say that. Why, do you know a lot about ships?" Shepard teased placing her empty glass on the bar.

"I'm not going to dignify that question with an answer!" he laughed loudly. "Pff you're looking at the best goddamn - I mean…" he hesitated and took a long chug of his drink. "Yes…I do know a lot about ships," he smiled a bit embarrassed.

Shepard leaned in closer causing the bartender to follow her in unison. They met each other halfway across the crowded counter. She stared into his eyes surprised that he couldn't work out who she was. Four years is a long time.

"Don't suppose you would be willing to teach me a few things huh?" Shepard flirted. Oh she was going to make him pay for not recognising her.

The bartender gave a knowing smile, "We could always continue this conversation upstairs…in my private quarters?"

He leaned in before Shepard could answer giving her a gentle kiss on the lips as he slid he's hand through her hair. He pulled away leaving a few inches of space between their faces while Shepard moved in closer to his neck as if to kiss him back. Instead she whispered hotly in his ear,

"I don't think that would be appropriate Joker."

The bartender pulled away abruptly and stared at her in confusion.

"Wha - what did you just call me?"

"You heard." Shepard grinned while settling comfortably back into her stool.

He limped backwards getting a good look at her. Examining each and every detail with precision. Ten seconds later his face switched from confused to incredibly shocked. Oh he recognised her all right.

He resembled the image of a deer in headlights only with his mouth hanging wide open. He cried the only response he could muster.

"What the shit?"