Spoilers: obviously content from the games including the Ending.

For the most part this will follow ME lore, just adding and adapting.

Rated M since i don't want to limit what i can and can't do as the story progresses.

Waiting

Six days, six whole days had past and sill no word about her son. She had to face the truth he would probably have died. Most likely somewhere alone in a dark corner of the citadel where no one would find him. She looked over the reports again, nothing not a single clue that would lead them to her son. Admiral Hacket had asked her to consider pulling forces away from the search to help with the general salvage and repair operations, but she couldn't, she just needed to know what had happened. It was a selfish notion, yes but she didn't care anymore, her son was the savior of the galaxy. At the least that galaxy could search for his body.

Admiral Hacket had wanted to them to sign of on a memorial service. But thankfully the other councilors had agreed that she would be the one to decide about that. Really her son had gone two years being presumed death before, why would she agree to a funeral after only a few days.

Wrex had even told Hacket to 'Shove it where Sol won't shine.' after he asked again. That Krogan might be harsh in his choice of words but his loyalty to Shepard was limitless. She actually enjoyed the moments he came to meet her. He would drink a lot and talk about some of the crazy stuff he did while aboard the Normandy. But ultimately she could sense he respected John for the things he did, not just because some alliance fool said he was a war hero.

She looked at the paper Hacket had sent again and threw it in the corner. No, if a Krogan believed Shepard would sooner turn up laughing at his own funeral, then she wasn't the one to tell anyone otherwise. Hacket could stuff his memorial where sol won't shine.

Somewhere down the line something must have gone wrong. Bailey really didn't know what had gone wrong but somehow he had gone from a comfortable C-Sec job at the wards, to a pawn in Udina's game, to now one of Aria's Bitches. Not that he was complaining, working with and under Aria was actually a lot more pleasant then sorting through the political BS under Udina. Not to mention that Udina had been the worst possible kind of asshole, one that worked for Cerberus.

But really how did he get from a nice little job to following Aria T'loak of all people...

Might be that she was the only one crazy enough to kick those reapers out of Purgatory, heck that woman had defended the bar with more passion and aggression then his own men had shown to save their own hides.

Wen they had met up she had given him a non standard issue gun and said to defend the entrance. She didn't care about anything except for the booze and that the reapers who suddenly started flooding the citadel died. She might be one though bitch but wen the reapers suddenly dropped dead she had ordered her men to search for survivors and supplies. He still didn't know how she managed to get those mercs and guns past C-Sec but he was long past caring about such trivial things.

Heck the woman even told him to report to the council wen they found large supplies in C-Sec customs. In return the council had send them soldiers to help sift through the rubble. All under Aria's command. Actually he was happy that he wasn't the one in charge. Aria might be one though horrible bitch but she actually did something to improve their current situation and no amount of red tape was going to hold her back.

Now he was sifting through debris in the Presidium, nothing special he imagined they would take a while to clear the whole citadel. But wen a Krogan called him over he knew this day just got a whole of a lot more complicated.

Under a large piece of debris was a badly burned corpse. Wen he looked at the dog tags he knew this wasn't his day.

Systems Alliance
Commander John Shepard
Specter

Shit he just found the only man he considered a friendly acquittance in the last years. Now the council will really start the political BS again. Bailey ordered the Krogan to make pictures and secure the area. After he made sure the message was sent of as a priority to the Destiny Ascension he returned to inform Aria of the situation.

Wrex stormed through the door, he hadn't even knocked.
"Wrex! I'm not even dressed what the hell is going on?" She yelled.

"Sorry Hannah, they found his body. Thought you want to know, also brought whiskey. You need it." Wrex quickly explained.

She didn't believe him. "They what? No he... can't be!" Tears in her eyes.

"Look I'm no diplomat and certainly not subtle, but Bailey sent the report. The alliance is bringing in his body they will be here in 30 minutes. And sorry thought you rather wanted to know then me doing some emotional dance before telling you." Wrex ran to her closet grabbed the first thing he saw and threw it her way. "Now dress up, drink and come with me. We both know we won't believe it's him until we see it ourselves."

She quickly dressed, Wrex didn't even bother to leave the room he just grabbed to glasses and filled them with whiskey. He might not be subtle or emotional but he was here wen she needed someone.

After they drank their glasses of Whiskey they looked at each other and went to the cargo bay.

Two Marines where unloading a bag, wen they opened it all she saw was a blackened humanoid figure.
She didn't believe it but the marines assured her, yes the DNA was that of her son. The dog tags where his. But otherwise nothing was left to identify him. His body was burned as if he had been in a prolonged fire. Even her insisting to check dental records had confirmed his identity.

Wrex looked sad. "You're really sure it's him he has the implants? You know those things Cerberus put in him back in the day?" Grasping for every straw.

But the doctor they had called to confirm that just said, all the implants where a molten mess. But yes he was full of them, more then anything you would normally find in any alliance soldier.

Hannah gave up, her son was dead. Hacket would get his funeral service then.

Wrex embraced her. "Hey, Hannah I have a barrel of Rincol in my quarters, think you need something stronger now."

Hannah let the tears come, she didn't care anymore. Her son was gone and the last time they had spoken they had gotten in an argument. That made it even worse. If they just had talked once said something good, but no the last memory of her son was his anger he had hung up and all that because she had told him to follow his heart for once.

Wrex went silent after a while he whispered. "Whatever you decide to do now, the council will back you. Otherwise I will force them to do it your way. Just give the Normandy some time to get here. They will want to say goodbye this time."

She nodded and starred in to an empty void. Wrex had at some point decided she should go to bed and carried her to her room.

In a dark corner between piles of rubble two figures met.

"Any problems with the mission?"
"Nothing, of note."
"You're sure no one has seen you?"
"No one, took care of the hired help myself, no one but me knows what happened."
"And the evidence?"
"Forged just as planned. They won't find anything suspicious."
"Thank you for your services, my employer really appreciates your work."

The last one who spoke pulled a gun and shot the other one point blank in the head.
"Sorry, but my employer said no witnesses." The man set a fire to the corpse of the other one and left.

Somewhere in the dark prying eyes had seen it all happen "Now this has gotten a whole lot more interesting." The shadow whispered to itself.