AUTHORS NOTE: So I know that my timelines are way off, meaning that Mordin and Alenko were never on the ship at the same time. Yes I realize it. It was a mistake in the beginning but now I actually want it this way. Works better with what I now have planned. I will fix this so it starts to be more like the storyline in the gameplay. And because I forgot put this in...

Disclaimer: Besides my OC's, I do not own Mass Effect. Enjoy.

I forgot to add in Chapter 4. Just realized it. I know... I'm doing such a great job! Sorry about that~

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I stared at him for a second before a smiled.

"What?" he asked. Liara was looking at me with the same questionable gaze that Garrus had directed at me.

"You… well you relaxed." I answered in return. It was true. For one I was surprised to hear him laugh because he'd been so cautious of me before, never letting his guard down. His mandibles had dropped just a bit into a slacked position. Plus it sounded genuine; like he actually thought what happened was funny. Garrus bristled though as soon as I said he relaxed, he seemed shocked really, and then he was on guard again. Completely different; more like he got his hand caught in the cookie jar.

"I'm kind of curious as to what was so funny."

Garrus didn't answer at first, just kept his gaze on me then his mandibles re-slackened and his posture did the same. "I believe the way you humans would say it would be 'Come on dad'." He answered me with a mocking tone, not in the mean way though, while crossing his arms over his chest.

I rolled my eyes at his impression (a bad, but strangely accurate one at that) to mimic a child complaining to their father, even laughing when he finished. For a moment I forgot that I was in the Portside Observation, forgot why I felt a weight; and just because a Turian got me to laugh with a bad impression. Then I remembered. Meh… "I still have to talk to the Major."

"That may not be the best thing at the moment." Liara replied to my plan.

"I'm just going to apologize." I looked at Garrus, "Honest." I held his gaze then he nodded.

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"I'm sorry for losing control." I stared at Major Alenko while I apologized to him in front of Shepard and Garrus. Garrus stood behind me, ready to break us apart if things turned south, and Shepard stood a little ways from Alenko watching both of us. I had asked Shepard for permission to talk to the Major, asking if Garrus and he would be there. Shepard was hesitant at first but after some words with Garrus he agreed. Shepard had to be there since he was Commanding Officer of course and having Garrus there was to mainly make everyone feel at ease; he would know well before I would what my 'throat-feelings' meant. We were currently on Deck 1, in Shepard's Cabin. Alenko went to open his mouth but I cut him off.

"I am not sorry that I got mad because you were out of line to just assume that about me, it's more that I lost my temper and yelled at you in front of the crew. You have a right to have your own thoughts and opinions about me, and the others, but I would have thought that you would have had just as much tact anyone who knows has demonstrated. If you had talked to me more like an adult about this I wouldn't have snapped at you."

The Major held my gaze and in the end nodded. He glanced over to Shepard who barely moved his head in a nod as a reply or an order.

"I am sorry for the way I acted earlier, it was wrong of me and I will never treat you or the rest of your companions in that manner again because of the past." I tried my hardest not to wince, he sounded like a robot- no feeling. I wasn't very happy with the fact that he had just recited something that came to mind but it was all I was ever going to get.

I sighed softly nodding my head as well before I composed myself in the same way he was. Back straight, eyes hard, voice cold, hands clasped tightly behind his back, feet shoulder width apart and knees locked: the mindless solider, with a good reason- I could see a slight discoloration on his upper arm where his sleeves were rolled. Where Shepard had probably punched him, Guess Shepard did a bit more than talk to him.

"Accepted." I looked to Shepard and nodded my head.

"May I go Commander?" Shepard was staring hard at Alenko, almost glaring at him. He moved his gaze to me and gave a small smile, waving me off. I turned on my heel and walked out, Garrus walking right next to me.

"Major Alenko, you can stay." The door closed shut, the green lock light turning red.

"Well that was uncomfortable." I said rolling my shoulders to release the awkwardness I felt. Garrus hummed in reply before hitting the call button for the elevator. I took a step towards Garrus moving to his side just looking at the door, waiting.

"Thank you, by the way."

"For what?"

I shrugged my shoulders, not sure if he was even looking. "You understand me more." I stole a quick glance to him, his brow plate was quirked up; A very human thing in my opinion since I don't recall any of the Turian vids showing that Turians did that. I went back to watching the door.

"Care to explain how that is?" The elevator doors opened, Garrus motioning me to step in first. What a gentleman. He stepped in after me, pressed the pad on the wall as the doors closed, DECK 3, and then proceeded to lean against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Not intimidating since he was so relaxed.

His mandibles flicked out and at that moment I could hear a soft clicking type of noise coupled with a soft hum. I tilted my head to the side as I listened.

"What does that sound mean?"

"What...?"

The faint noise stopped when he answered.

"It sounds like a clicking and humming." I wonder if I can make that clicking noise… I hadn't tried forcing myself to make any of the sounds that I'd done before, which was limited since I had only made two; a growl and that whine. I assumed that was a Turian sound at least.

"That noise."

Garrus shifted a bit before answering: "It's me trying to figure something out. My own version of course. Every Turian's way of trying to piece together information is different of course, but you get the feeling behind it really." I nodded, wondering what mine would sound like. Turians subharmonics weren't heard by any of species besides some 'sounds'. The elevator slowed right before we stopped and Garrus went back to standing upright.

"You never answered my question" he stated as he let me out of the elevator first. According to ship time, it was first shift for dinner which explained the few crewmen wandering about. The Normandy has a decent sized crew of course, but since the ship could mainly be handled by EDI there weren't many people here to begin with, so the line for food was rather short. Food was already brought down to the other "experiments" downstairs and at the moment I still wasn't on good terms with them. Besides, staying up here was better than being in the Shuttle Bay 24/7. All because they won't let Shepard examine them. Shepard had informed me that I was more than welcome to join the crew in either first and second shift dinning. We stood near the 'Memorial Wall'. I wasn't sure where to go at the moment since I still wanted to talk to my Turian acquaintance.

"Same way you knew with that fiasco with the Major earlier." I answered finally.

A few of the crew members passed by, some stopping to salute Garrus who just nodded in reply to let them go. "How… how are you?" Garrus muttered quietly as to not let other hear. At least he had the sense not to talk about this aloud. The crewmen moved on. "The, uh… well the sound you made in the Port Observation Deck…" That whine. He continued, his eyes looking over my face carefully, "For Turians it means- destruction. Crap, that's not the right word. Uh, devastation. Heart break really." I flinched, the action definitely not going unnoticed; Garrus hummed something in reply, a deep grumbling sound that sounded very comforting. Strange thought since I have no real idea, but assuming that it was a reply to my discomfort made me feel better.

"Well that explains why the tone of your voice changed." I replied. My heart clenched at the memory of what had just transpired not even a couple hours ago. Garrus took a step away from the 'Memorial Wall' and beckoned me to follow. His subharmonics were still giving off that grumbling-hum that I was actually starting to like so I followed without question. We walked past the mess hall, ignoring the rest of the crew and continued towards and finally into his domain: The Main Battery.

The door closed behind me, the locking mechanism going and yellow-orange. He didn't lock us in but it meant "DO NOT DISTURB". I'd never been in here. To my right was a console with a large map showing clusters of what I assumed to be ships. I looked away quickly before I could get too curious. In the center was a larger console with 2 screens and to my left was a weapons bench, a sniper rifle sitting there in pristine condition, parts strewn around to better modify the one-shot weapon. Behind the center console was the main battery with 2 gangways on either side. I stayed in front of the door, getting a feel for the place and a feel of the room in general before looking at Garrus. He was back to leaning although this time it was against the center console, just watching me. The grumble-hum had stopped. I scuffed my foot against the floor, kicking at nothing but my silence. Garrus just continued to wait patiently, saying and doing nothing that said he was going to push me to talk but he wasn't going to leave me alone about it.

That's when I considered him more than an acquaintance. He listened to me talk, my voice wavering to the point where I would stop. He rumbled quietly during those few moments of silence and it would softly fade when I started talking again.

When I finished Garrus stayed silent.

"I'm not exactly sure what do to here…" he admitted.

I chuckled a bit at his awkward honesty which got me a very confused look from him. Eh, he'll get used to it.

"Could we be friends?" I asked finally.

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P.S. If anyone is good at writing any M-rated scenes, help would be greatly appreciated. Sadly my writing skills come off as childish when I try and think of something to write…