There is a reference to a 'second letter' for Kaidan to Shepard. I know this doesn't happen in the games and the letter is a reference to my story "Have Loved Do Love Have Lost?". I would very much appreciate if you you read that short story as well and popped a review in any of my stories [nothing makes me smile as much as a review :)!] Thanks for reading! Ps. My Shepard did NOT cheat on Kaidan. Oh, and P.p.s There is a video on the ign website titled Female Shepard In Action and it has about two seconds of Kaidan in a fight with awesome blue armor!
She was back. After two years of dry and moist tears, of cries for her to return, she comes back, like she was asked so many times during her death, and she is with them! How many times had they blown their bases to millions of pieces, to match the pieces of lives they had ruined? She had dived head-first into a plan she did not understand. Kaidan was still working out what they had bartered, but knew if she was real, and was with Cerberus, then the world may very well end soon.
But she had died! She had told him to leave and run. And she had reaped the consequences of his cowardice and obedience. Shepard had suffered a painful death of which she did not deserve. Saren, with all his betrayal and pain, had been granted a quick death by bullet. She had to take more shallow breaths by the second and feel the mental pain of knowing your death is coming. She had died, or so she had said. He had hated himself. He had listened! He went against regulations to be with the woman he loved and he couldn't disobey even though it would have been the wiser choice. No, of course he couldn't yell at her or go against her. Kaidan scowled at the idea that now, they were fighting each other. They were on opposing sides, he would have to yell at her and, if the order for her death presented itself, his head would have to suffice for her growled in his throat as he looked at his computer screen. She had not replied to his message and even if she had, he had mostly likely broken his screen by clicking 'refresh' more times than humanly possible.
He drew in an unstable breath.
Kaidan tried to indulge himself with memories. He wasn't alone in his fantasy, she was grasping onto his forearms and his waist with impossibly graceful appendages. The blue outlining of her cabin was being out shone by their biotics response to the longing gnawing at their torsos. The red bangs covering her chlorophyll tinged eyes and his brown dusting with the lust eating at his brain. He could feel the warmth of her, how he felt to press her onto the matress and the heat that engulfed him when she did the same.
His fist slams onto the table, stronger than should be without having to flare his biotics.
That- that Cerberus magot had looked at her. Not just a harmful gaze or sweep of acknowledgment, but actually peered at her. It was a look Kaidan had given many times to her turned back. He strained his eyes back towards the screen, focusing on the picture of one Jacob Taylor. Clean cut, with a bit of a closely shaved, triangular scruff on his chin; subconsciously Kaidan touched his own chin, grateful to feel the absence of hair and tingling remains of strong shaving cream.
Kaidan had seen the dark skinned operative over her shoulder, his eyes betraying a relatively cool doubts had sold him out on Horizon. She was there, faint scars shivering over her face, uncertain if they should be there. The fear and instability of Horizon was flushing back, breaking over the carefully placed mental dams.
Jacob Taylor looked at her as if playing how much that prize was worth. Wondering if it was worth the danger to hold her, and Kaidan desperately wished that she was still a kiss lengths away, just to be convinced he still had any slight claim on her.
For all he knew, Kaidan's dreams of Shepard and himself sharing a future were as empty as the wine glass staring back at him, resting on the corner of his digital screen. The uncompleted letter rested next to a blinking marker, signaling it was ready for a poem of writing to convey unfiltered passions. The problem was, Kaidan was not a poet or writer. He was not like Homer who could write of tales of great bravery and sacrifice, of sweet, venomous voices that awaited to drown you, of a husband waiting for the open arms of his craved wife. He couldn't. He could not conquer the blob in his throat that desperately wanted to voice simple signs of wanting and pleading.
The open document blinked impatiently again, as if knowing that Kaidan could over come this painfully childish act of silence that had plagued him for weeks, of the time bordering on seventy-two hours of no sleep. Even speechless objects hadn't given up hope on him, using symbols that were over looked everyday in normal life to boost his resolve's faith.
Kaidan's eyes lifted heavily again, his fading iris' catching something they hadn't before. There, in the bottom of the glass, forming a microscopic meniscus, were a few savory sips of wine that were left behind. And there, in the almost empty glass, was an epiphany that none besides Kaidan would realize. The glass of future was not empty and, as Alenko started typing, the events yet to pass would be saved by passion fulled fingers, dodging softly over the keyboard.
The future would be filled of longing that would never be felt again, for none of the shining stars would be apsent when they met, reunited.
I want to thank my first two reviewers HisuiNekome and Ninjapocalypse2! When I saw a review by Ninjapocalypse2 I knew I had heard that name and, sure enough, she does some awesome Fenris and Lady Hawke stories from dragon age :) Thank you both for the reviews. I have been trying to get more, especially since I'm not sure if I'm a good writer or if anyone is reading my stories. And for those who have read any of my stories Thank you times one millions and over! You guys have kept me going through my little writing spurts. Sorry if it takes longer for part 3. Oh, one big question! Is this story anygood?
Thank You all for reading, skimming, reviewing, or anything else that includes a positive attitude towards my stories! I played the demo for Mass Effect 3 and I'm all the more excited! Only a little longer and our wait will end!