A/N: A stray scene that I realized should be in the story, but didn't really fit in Chapter 5.

Jack caught up with him on the way to the spaceport.

"Hey G." Her voice was light, nonchalant, the way it always was when she was talking about something really important. "You and Shep want to swap rides with us for the run over to Hades Gamma?" Garrus darted a look over at her, eyes narrowing a bit.

"That's a bit of a run. You and Miranda going to be allright in a fighter for that long? It's bad manners to give a loaner back with a breached hull."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jack glared at him, hands clenching into fists. "Look, just because we're on the same ship and not killing each other for this mission doesn't mean we're having some kind crazy lesbian biotic sex! We're not going to 'damage your loaner'"- her fingers came up to make quotes- "and I wish you'd get it through your head-"

"I meant you might-"

"God, Garrus, can you try to stay on the subject?" Jack's hands dropped again, and she sighed, looking down at the pavement for a moment. "Look, I was just thinkin' it's a little bigger, maybe you guys could talk or something. Cause I'll be straight with you G. I'd follow Shep to the ends of the universe. You know?"

Garrus shrugged. "Say I do. What's your point?"

Jack blinked, then leaned forward as she discreetly stabbed a finger at Jane. "My point is, I'd follow Shepard anywhere, so who the *fuck* is that? You know what she was always like about the helpless. Handing out medi-gel to wounded bystanders like it was candy. Breaking some punk's gun so he couldn't join the mercs. And for a soldier she sure spent a lotta time convincing people not to shoot other people- me an' Arotesh on Pragia, Mordin and Maelon on Tuchanka, hell, you and Sidonis on the Citadel."

Jack drew in a deep breath and pointed again. "That girl? Just threated to ruin a family's life, that didn't do anything wrong, as an interrogation technique. Don't fucking tell me she was bluffing, because we both know she wasn't. That girl doesn't give a fuck what she does as long as one person stays safe. And that needs to change, G. Cause if this bunch hits a station full of slavers and potential hostages, and Little Miss Kill-Em-All is still calling the shots?

"I'm afraid something real bad is going to happen."

"You and me both." Garrus sighed ran a hand over his face. "And you think I can what? Talk to her a bit and it'll be fine? Shepard was always the one that did double duty as ship's counselor, not me." Jack glared.

"Shit G, you're the one who married her. I think that kinda puts this in your court. Unless you want me to try."

Garrus inclined his head. "Point. We'll switch for the run out to the Mass Relay and take it from there after the jump. You need anything out of the scout?"

"Nah, I'm good. Just don't touch my stuff. The clothes, and guns, and stuff I brought with me temporarily because I am *not* living there. And maybe some music chips too, but that doesn't prove anything."

"Jack-"

"God, when will you people stop obsessing over this!"