Face It

Science

Mordin had eighteen different things running. Several samples, a few trying to find new ways to deflect seeker swarms as well as a few studies on Grunt's DNA. Trivial things that weren't very involving. Didn't require much thought.

The final mission was coming up, and there wasn't much else to do. The letter from his nephew had been uplifting, but it was replied to and not answered. He didn't expect it to be. Maybe there would be time to send another letter. Chances of survival were low, but they were bigger than zero. At least, a little bit above zero. Better than nothing he supposed.

Garrus came in, an odd matter in and of itself, but the reason he wished to speak was even more strange. It was natural, of course. He'd been on a few ground missions with them. Whether they were aware of it or not, they had it coming. Mordin- with a stealthy grin- gave him all the necessary information, as well as instructive videos. He made a note to prepare ointment and cream- Shepard would be by later, he was sure.

Sure enough, she stopped by about two hours later. She seemed to be interested solely with Mordin and what was going on with him. There was no impatience, no hurry. She was perfectly content to wait. So Mordin brought it up on his own. Shepard's face was, well, amusing. He'd never really studied human facial expressions in depth, but it was interesting to see exactly how deep red some could turn. Still, he let her leave.

Then laughed.

…

"You want...what?"

"Strictly for medical purposes. Science."

"No. Absolutely not." Shepard said indignantly.

Mordin sighed, she was delaying things.

"That's...none of your business." she stuttered.

"Fine. Will ask AI." Mordin muttered to himself.

"You dirty pervert!" Shepard squealed, making a few heads turn. The mess hall was probably not the best place for the conversation. It made Shepard more uncomfortable and less likely to acquiesce his request. He didn't quite understand.

Soon he found himself alone, talking to EDI and retrieving information. Against Shepard's will, of course. But these things need to be recorded and documented. So what if Shepard labeled it as an 'adult movie'?

It was for science.

A/N: Okay, so this wasn't enough for me, and I couldn't decide between which two to write. So you get both of them. Yay you. You get to read more of my senseless... Sorry about the length.

Face It

Scam

All she knew, when today started, was that she needed to purchase gear for her team. The Citadel was usually the best place for that. At least, it was the place she usually purchased her gear and armor. She didn't really trust shady places like Omega. Things there were usually...unreliable.

Money wasn't exactly tight, per se, but she didn't know exactly how much everything was going to cost. She supposed she could always go to Illium, but the ship was already docked here. With that in mind, she went into the first arms dealer she found.

When she saw the prices, her eyes felt like they were going to bulge out of her head. It was just too much! She asked if there was anything she could do to lower the price. The woman answered an endorsement. Easy! Shepard gave her endorsement without a second thought.

This repeated in several stores. Garrus' laugh increased with each one. Thane, too, seemed amused. She didn't understand why it was funny. At least, not until the next week when she was walking back down through the shops.

Every step she could hear her own voice echo, "I'm Commander Shepard, and this is my favorite store on the Citadel."

For a moment, Shepard laughed.

Then the legal implications hit her.

A/N: Alright, there we go. I got it out. I thought it would be funny. Yes? No?

Sorry about all the updates. Weekend, don't know when I'll be back. Haha, maybe. See you all soon, I hope.