A/N: Well, here's the new chapter you guys. Sorry for it being kinda crap, I've just not been feeling like writing lately. Please review and such, as mentioned before.

Thanks to the awesome Ms Sticha for proof-reading this and making it 20% cooler!

Disclaimer: Shepard and Mass Effect belongs to Bioware, you belong to Mother Russia, da?

Sometimes, humans are strange. Occasionally we do things that don't make any sense, but they probably did at the time. When we panic, we also do things that we wouldn't have done under normal circumstances. With that being said, it is perfectly easy to understand why you chose to scream.

Oh yes, you could have easily run away from the figure on the floor and gotten help from someone, but no, you decided to screech like a banshee instead. To top it all off, after screaming you didn't go and run away like you should have.

What did you do? Well, you went and grabbed the figure's pistol, then pointed it straight at them whilst shaking like a leaf. Hell, you didn't even know HOW to shoot a gun; aside from playing first person shooters you had never even held one, but here you were holding one like you were the Master Chief. If anything, you could at least make the figure piss themselves in fear, or out of laughter at how stupid you looked.

Since you were already holding a weapon you didn't even know how to use, you decided to be even more ballsy/stupid and ask the figure who the hell they were, and why they were laying on your bedroom floor.

"Holy freaking Mother Luna, why the hell are you in my bedroom?!" You shout at the person, who looked equally as confused as you. While you waited for them to answer, you took a moment to actually look at them. Right off the bat you noticed it was a girl, so you could stop referring to her as a 'they' in your head. You also noticed how closely her face, hair, and armour resembled that of a certain space commander, AKA Commander Shepard.

"Woah there, you wouldn't want to hurt an innocent person for no reason, would you?" She pleaded as soon as she noticed her pistol being pointed towards her by some random person, her arms put up in front of her.

You noticed one more similarity that she shared with Shepard: her voice. Your hands began to tremble, even more so than before, as you added 2+2 and came to a startling realisation, one that made seemed to make perfect sense, as well as no sense whatsoever: the person you were currently pointing a gun towards was Commander Alexandra J. Shepard - no, your Commander Alexandra J. Shepard.

"What does Garrus spent all of his time doing?!" You blurt out, silently praying that she was wrong so that you can tell yourself that she did NOT just break all the laws of physics and basically every law of science that existed.

"Calibrating. 'Can it wait for a bit, I'm in the middle of some calibrations.'" She fires out her response without a pause, face the very definition of calm. You couldn't read her emotions behind that placid facade, and you had a feeling that's the way she intended it to be.

Your eyes widened, your jaw dropped, and your hands let go of the pistol, letting it fall to the carpeted ground with a thud. Your mind began to race: Commander Shepard was in your room. Where the hell did your lantern go? The Commander Shepard was in your room. Commander Shepard just broke science. You just dropped a fully loaded pistol onto the ground. Commander freaking Shepard was in your room.

You had too many thoughts flooding through your mind at the moment, so you did the only thing you could think of, no matter how illogical it was: You rushed forward and gave Shepard the biggest hug you could muster.

"OhmygoshOhmygoshOhmygosh." you repeat over and over whilst hugging Shepard, a huge smile on your face.

If you were in an anime, you were sure that Shepard would have either sweat-dropped, or blushed as you hugged her.

"Uh, care to explain what's going on?" She asked awkwardly, seeming to deem you as not a threat and instead allowing you to continue your hugging.

"Oh tits! I forgot, I'm sorry!" You say as you realise that Shepard had no freaking clue what was going on. You pull yourself away from hugging her and feel a flush of embarrassment flood your face. Standing up, you extend a hand towards Shepard, which she happily accepts, and pulls herself up off the floor.

With an awkward smile, you rub the back of your neck and introduce yourself.

"My name's Riley Sanderson, but most people call me Lee."

"Well, I'm Commander-" Shepard begins, only for you to cut her off.

"Shepard. Commander Shepard, I know." You say excitedly, fangirling all over.

"...Alright, so somehow you know my name, who Garrus is, and most likely a bunch of other unnamed things. Please, would you be so kind as to tell me how in the hell you know all of these things? Because for all I know, you could be an assassin out to snuff me." Shepard said with a raised eyebrow, eyes flickering with suspicion and doubt.

'Oh yeah...that.' You think to yourself, followed by an awkward silence in which you tried your best to keep a poker face and figure out what to say to Shepard.

'Well, you just came out of my computer obviously.' You think to yourself sarcastically, figuring that she would think you crazy if you told her that. So, without further ado, you began to carefully choose your words to say to Shepard, silently praying to any gods out there for Shepard not to freak out.

"Well...you see, you're in my bedroom, as you may already have known. And..." You desperately tried to hold your poker face together, preparing yourself for what you were about to say. The fate of the universe hung in the balance of you not bursting out laughing at your next statement, even though it was true.

"Shepard; I'm pretty sure you just broke a hole through the fabric of space-time and somehow came out of my computer and into my dimension. This, by the way, is currently the year 2013, and in this dimension you're a video game character that I helped create." Yep, poker face activated.

Silence filled the room as Shepard tried to process what you had just told her, and with you trying to hold onto your poker face for dear life. It certainly wasn't helping that your brain was the world's biggest troll/asshole and was making you think of hilarious pictures in an attempt to make you burst out laughing. Damn, even the most hardened soldier would shudder at the amount of willpower you were using to keep your poker face on. Your willpower level was over 9,000!

Several seconds later and Shepard's mind finally caught up with her, causing her to look at you with a mixture of disbelief at your words and fear at the fact that they may have been true. But deep down, somehow she knew that they were.

"What?"