A/N:
This is a story that myself and a great friend of mine created via Roleplay. I don't care if you don't like how things played out, or if things seem unreasonable, this is simply a figment of our imaginations and I had a blast writing it. Hope you enjoy, and if not, simply don't read it.

To make it clear, I do not own any characters within this story, all characters, places, etc are copyrighted to Bioware. I only own my imagination in continuing the story after the end of Mass Effect 3.

A nice shout out to my proof reader who I will call Wrex here. You are so kind, even if we bicker a lot, but hell I wouldn't have it any other way. Thanks for putting up with my silly writings!

-Feary

The cooling feeling the stasis left on her skin was what began to wake her. As if waking from a nightmare, Shepard shot straight up from the chamber, gasping for air as nausea filled her. She quickly leaned over the side, emptying her stomach of anything they'd fed her via tubes. Memories rushed her mind, images, scenarios, and the sort, but she could not recall exactly where she was.

Another wave of nausea filled her and she heaved loudly, clinging to the sides of the chamber. This time, there was nothing to empty out onto the floor, only the sounds of her coughs and gags that seemed to bounce off of every surface. Emerald eyes turned quickly to a door as it was shoved open, a white coated doctor entering and practically dropping the datapad he clutched.

"Jesus Christ you're awake!" He gasped, rushing forward just as Shepard began to tear at the tubes in her arms. "Nono! Don't! You'll damage yourself. If you settle down just a moment I will remove them properly."

Shepard stared at the man, clearly skeptical of his approach, but she ceased all movement, carefully removing her hands from the rounded tubes burrowing into her arms and sides. "Where am I?" The question was more so a demand of an answer as she watched the doctor, who'd begun to remove the tubing.

"A colony on Earth."

She frowned, lifting her arm weakly, half expecting to be able to check her coms when she realized she wore nothing but the white gown. "Where's my gear?" She paused, tensing as more memories flooded her mind. "Is the reaper threat still present?" Her lip almost curled at the mention of those disgusting creatures.

"The Reaper threat was eliminated several years ago, we have reason to believe you are to thank for that. Shepard is it? Your gear is in that locker in the corner of the room, we've.. made repairs, you came to us in terrible condition, we are honestly surprised you are even still with us." The doctor perked a brow as he tapped his datapad with lightning speed, obviously calculating her vitals, as she could see a diagram of herself.

She stiffened visibly, years? "Does my crew know I live?" She kept a calm look upon her face, but inside, she worried.

"No, they believe you dead, it was our intention to make them believe so, Cerberus would have raided us the second they found out you lived. We had to insure your safety, you must understand that." The doctor peered at her nervously. "Not even the Shadow Broker has any information on this project."

Many more questions were asked, and answered, and though she was told she should not move about, she was on her feet the second the doctor strode out of the room. It felt like her legs were jello as she walked, but quickly she regained the ability to do so. Thankfully the wall was close to help aid her in getting to the locker.

The door was pulled back, revealing her suit, familiar, yet not due to the modifications the doctors team did. It was only her suit, weapons were long gone, but she prayed her coms still worked.

Without hesitation she yanked the suit from the locker, backing herself up against the wall as she pulled it on piece by piece, the clasps snapping and hissing as the mechanics honed onto her. The only piece she did not put on was her helm, which she held at her side as she tapped at the omni-tool on her forearm.

Instantly the screen popped up, revealing thousands upon thousands of messages that had been stored, sent just to her. The most recent.. from Liara. Her finger hovered the message for a moment, but she knew the second she clicked it, the broker would be notified of email activity. She could not risk her friends life for being stupid over a silly fucking message.

She instantly closed the screen, and placed her earpiece in position, clicking it on, and testing it. "Check one two, any station, do you copy?" She murmured, still leaning against the wall with slight discomfort as the piece displayed static in her ear.

"Un-identified sender, this is a secure network, identify yourself."

Joker?! Shepard clasped her hands to her mouth, her helm clattering to the ground loudly. Holy, shit!

"Un-identified sender, Identify." He repeated, a frown on his face as he pressed a few buttons on the communicator, pinpointing the source of the signal. No one had used this channel in years.. Had someone mistaken it as someone else? Regardless, he was under strict orders to investigate the source, finding its location on Earth.

The Normandy moved with ease, thankfully they were already on Earth, the CO taking some time to allow the crew leave before their next assignment. "EDI, notify the CO of course change."

"Joker..?" She whispered, the com picking up the words with ease as she stooped to snatch the helm, and head for the door, shoving it open to find a full team of doctors, staring at her in awe and shock. Many words were uttered under their breath as they conversed to one another, most chattering about the hero she was.

The com crackled for a moment, silence all around before the return call was made. "Shep?" The voice was wary, almost cold in tone to what she had expected. "What is this some kind of trick? Gonna ambush us the second we touch down?" He snapped back.

"Joker, get a hold of yourself. Its me! I need extraction and I will explain.. everything." She had turned toward the doctors, green orbs hardened. "You aren't going to hold me here are you? I need to get back to my crew."

Several doctors quickly shook their head, most others ducked down and walked off out of her sight, and from what she could tell, they were not pleased about her just walking off.

"Look I appreciate everything you've done, and I will repay you, but I need to show myself to my crew, they have the right to know I'm alive." She sighed, turning toward the doctor who had first spoke to her. "You, where's the exit?"

Joker rubbed his face in annoyance as the Normandy hovered in Earth's orbit, they were so being set up there was no way!

"Joker, I've analyzed the recordings, and matched them to Shepard's vocals. There is a 98.99% chance that this is her." EDI's voice chirped from over his shoulder, making him jump half a foot from his chair.

Luckily he didn't break anything, and after calmly taking a few breaths, he turned to her. "Are you sure?"

"As I stated. I am 98.99% sure."

"Then lets go."

The Normandy headed down to the coordinates indicated from the com, hovering just above the colony. A ground team was sent in via shuttle, at their lead was Admiral Hackett himself. After Shepard was thought dead, the Admiral was quick to regain control of the Normandy, to keep her in service as long as he could to cherish the memories that served on the ship.

The doctor escorted her from the building, steadying her on her feet as she swayed slightly. "Is this your ship?" He asked, eyes landing on the group that walked from the shuttle and in their direction.

Shepard grinned widely, nodding. "Isn't she a beauty?" She managed, clutching her stomach as it rolled angrily, her blame still on the stasis when the doctor suddenly turned to her, almost as if he could not hold the information any longer.

"You were really banged up when we found you, Shepard. We immediately threw you into stasis, and began to reconstruct you, but as we began to work on your internal organs, we found something unusual. Shepard, you're pregnant."

Her grin faded slightly as she suddenly turned to the doctor, a look of shock clear on her face. "What?"

"Pregnant." He replied again with a nod. He'd stopped walking by now. "I just thought you should know. Also, welcome back. Commander Shepard."

Pregnant! She was pregnant! Her thoughts instantly raced to Garrus, oh how surprised he would be to find out, but even more so that she was even still alive. Her gut clenched, she needed to get in contact with him, as soon as possible.

While lost in thought, the doctor had made his way back to the hospital, looking over his shoulder every now and then to insure she was safely in the hands of the Normandy's crew.

She clutched her stomach, in awe and wonder, though she had been told she'd been out for years, it was so.. strange that she could still be pregnant. She knew it must have been hard to keep both her and the fetus alive for so long.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the group drew closer, instant recognition of Hackett she stepped forward, quickly saluting to her superior officer. "Admiral."

The admiral quickly lifted his hand to return the gesture, dropping it as the first words left his lips. "Commander Shepard! When Mr. Moreau told me that he changed course to pick you up, I couldn't believe it. Lets get you to the Normandy. EDI will run some scans to insure you are who you say, once all is said and done, you may board the vessel. I assume there are many things you wish to know.

As he dropped his salute, she did as well, trying to fight the grin that threatened to spread across her facial features. "Admiral Hackett, its so good to see you. When I reached Joker on the coms I hardly believed it." She took a step forward, stumbling slightly, however the surrounding soldiers quickly caught her from under her arms, keeping her steady. "My apologies, sir. I'm not feeling well, and haven't quite gotten the full use of my legs back." She sighed in almost irritation. "Lets go."

The soldiers helped her to the ship, her emerald gaze flickering casually around finding EDI awaiting them just outside the Normandy's shuttle. "God, damn it feels good to be back."

EDI stepped just before Shepard, a half smile gracing her lips as she folded her hands behind her back. "Shepard, it is a pleasure to see you again. I have calculated a 98.99% chance that you are indeed the real Shepard, however I must erase that 1.01% chance that you are not. If you could remain still, it will make this simple and quick."

The AI strolled forward, lifting her omni-tool up to the Commanders face, a scan of her retinas, and physical structure came back positive. A much wider smile was presented as she showed the scans to Hackett. "Welcome back, Commander."

End of Chapter A/N:

I understand many of you probably are going to bicker at me about cross-species breeding, but I don't care. My story, my imagination, I do what I want. End of argument.

Look out for the next chapter soon!