Sarah blinked her eyes open, when she felt Miranda trying to work her way out of her arms. "Something wrong?" The soldier inquired.
"I just got a message from the Illusive Man. I have to get some information from one of his contacts." Miranda sighed, "It should only take a couple of hours. Then we can meet up for breakfast."
"Okay. I guess I'll just relax here."
"Try to not get into trouble."
"Will do, Miri. Take care of your work quickly." Sarah said, kissing the Operative as she got out of bed.
Five minutes after Miranda left, Sarah got out of bed, and after getting dressed, brought up her omni-tool, and after a while, had Garrus looking at her. He said, "Is there any way I can help you, Ma'am?"
"Garrus, it's me, Shepard."
"I know that." he replied, "But I'm at work. What do you need, Shepard?"
"Can you meet me at Chora's Den in thirty minutes? There's something I want to talk about with you."
"I can do that." Garrus said.
Sarah said, "Thanks, Garrus. How are things in C-Sec?"
"As terrible as ever. The regs keep getting in the way of people actually doing their jobs."
"Figures." Sarah said, "Talk to you in a bit."
"Shepard." the turian replied, closing the communications.
Sarah nodded, and headed out of the small apartment. She was immediately greeted by Harkin. He said, "Shepard, I need to take you in to ask you some questions."
"You can ask 'em here." she replied. "What do you need to know, Harkin?"
"I didn't introduce myself. How do you know my name?"
"I'm well connected."
"I have no reason to trust you."
Sarah sighed, and said, "I know Anderson. He mentioned you when he was telling me how not to use authority."
"That sounds like Anderson." Harkin said, sighing. "I hear you killed a large number of Blue Suns, is that correct?"
"I was working with authority direct from the Citadel Council. They needed someone who would get the job done, so they came to me."
"An untested rookie from the Alliance? Give me the truth."
"Alright fine, my girlfriend's little sister was gonna get kidnapped by those Blue Suns so I killed them to keep her sister safe because I love my girlfriend. Happy?"
"That story is less believable than the previous one."
"Okay fine, I admit it, she's not my girlfriend. I mean, why would she want to go out with a boring soldier like me? We're just fucking."
"I don't even know a thing about your girlfriend or fuck-buddy. I just find that an incredibly unlikely scenario."
"So what do you want me to say? That I'm a violent sociopath who gets turned on by killing people, so I do it because of that?"
"No, I want the truth."
"I gave you both truths." Sarah replied, starting to get annoyed, "You didn't believe either one. So, what am I supposed to do? Keep making things up until you're satisfied with the bullshit story I make up?"
"Try to tell the truth." Harkin said, starting to get irritated.
"I saw a really hot chick fighting Blue Suns, wanted to get into her pants, so I killed them for her?"
"Still not very believable."
"I was hired by a krogan warlord named Shiagur who wanted them dead?"
"Still not believable."
"I was hired by a competitor of the Blue Suns who wanted those mercs dead to hurt whatever operations they have on the Citadel?"
"Not buying it."
Sarah sighed, and said, "What the fuck do you want me to say? That the Shadow Broker hired me to kill them because they double crossed him?"
"That makes sense." the C-Sec agent said. "And, I don't want to piss off the Shadow Broker, so have a good day."
"I'll try to, if you leave me the fuck alone." Sarah said, walking away.
Then, just as he hit her in the back with a taser, she turned around, her eyes glowing blue, and said, "Really? You're going to try and TASE me? You did see what I did to those Blue Suns, right? Did you really think that would be enough to take me out?"
"Yes." he said, pure terror in his eyes. "What...are you? You just had twenty-thousand volts shot through your body, and are fine."
Sarah grinned, and said, "Before time began... I was. Before your earliest ancestors lived... I was. What I am is beyond your comprehension. I am your savior through destruction."
Harkin said, "Do you make a habit of joking when asked serious questions?"
"I was hoping you'd believe that." Sarah said, "It would have been very convenient."
"I've seen your records. You were born in 2154."
"Dammit. I really should have all official record of me disappear, except for the fact that I'm an Alliance officer."
"That wouldn't really be all that helpful." Harkin said, as he turned to flee.
"Yeah, run away. It's not like I could catch you if I felt like it." Sarah said, walking the other direction.
-=0=-
Miranda stepped into the office, where she was greeted by a man saying, "Ah, Ms. Lawson. I see you are as eager for tonight as I am."
"No, I'm not." she replied, pulling out her pistol and aiming it at his head.
"Whoa, what's going on?"
"Cerberus is aware that you have been funneling resources to groups that it would be best did not receive those resources. Our 'meeting' was arranged so that I could capture you and find where those resources are."
"If you know they're being sent to groups you'd rather they weren't, you know as much as I do."
"Don't lie." Miranda said, slapping him with her pistol. As he fell to the ground she leveled the weapon at his head and said, "I'm not a very patient woman. Where. Are. The. Resources?"
"I don't know! I swear to god!"
"Who ordered them? What organization?" Miranda demanded, pressing the barrel of her weapon to his skull.
"The Shadow Broker, STG, a group of asari commandos, the Blue Suns! I'm just a smuggler! Please, for the love of God don't kill me."
"Where did they have you take them?"
"There are several drop-off points throughout the galaxy depending on who my client is! P lease, just don't kill me!" He screamed, trying to crawl away from Miranda.
The Operative slammed a foot on top of his torso to keep him where he was, and said, ""Where are these locations?"
"I-I can give you a datapad with the list! Just don't shoot me!"
Miranda let him stand up, and said, "You have five minutes. If you try to run, I will put two rounds in the back of your skull before you have time to react."
He nodded, fear clear in his eyes, and asked, "Why did you set up the meeting like that, instead of making me think you represent a prospective customer."
"Cerberus is aware of your methods of screening potential clients. It would have taken too long to get through that." Miranda replied, as he fumbled with a series of datapads. A couple of minutes later he said,
"Here's a list of all my clients drop-off locations. Now can I please go?"
Miranda scanned it quickly, and said, "You can go. But if I find out even one of these locations is false, you will be hunted down and killed."
"They're all real! My clients always have a ship or two there ready to take whatever goods I bring them!" he said, running for the exit.
Miranda laughed, as she forwarded the information to the Illusive Man, and called Sarah. As the soldier's image appeared in the screen of her omni-tool, the Operative smiled, and said, "Hey."
"Hi." Sarah replied, smiling at the Operative. "I'm at the location of a brutal murder. Could use your help finding the guy who did it."
"Who got killed?" Miranda asked.
"Some volus. I think you'll recognize the killer's MO. I think I know who did it, but don't want to go after her if I'm not certain. And, with your better memory, it would be best if you came to see it." Sarah replied, her words carefully chosen, a specific code the two had put together in the eventuality that they were in trouble.
"Where is it?"
"The alley where I rescued that girl who helped me take out a crazy turian." Sarah said, and Miranda nodded.
"I'll be there in twenty minutes." while preparing a message to help Sarah get out of the mess she was in.
-=0=-
Sarah looked at the man holding a pistol to the back of her head, and said, "It doesn't have to go down like this."
"I'm not going to take her leaving me for some filthy dike like yourself!" he growled. "She's mine, and no one else can have her. If she doesn't get that, she'll die."
Sarah shook her head, and said, "Dude, you didn't stand a chance with her."
"Why? Because I'm not a woman?"
"No, because you're an amateur. She'd have gotten bored of you sooner or later anyways. And, trust me before she met me, she didn't do serious relationships. Too much trauma from what her father did to her. She has difficulties trusting anyone."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, you mean she didn't tell you about what her father did? How he raised her in a brutal environment with less affection than you'd expect a man to show to a complete stranger, much less his own daughter?" Sarah asked, "Clearly she didn't trust you enough."
He forced Sarah onto the ground, and said, "You're lying!"
"You know, you'd think more people would trust me. I haven't lied in over fifteen years."
"You're just a bitch." he growled, "You're trying to get into my head."
"No, not really. I'd rather not see your memories of your time with my girlfriend."
Then, Garrus's voice came in over her communicator, "I've got a shot. Did you know this guy was going to try something?"
The Commander just nodded, and said, "You know, there could be C-Sec nearby. Try doing anything to me, and you'll find yourself very dead, very quickly. It's really in your best interest to just let me go."
"Oh you mean that turian you were talking with? I've had him taken care of."
Garrus laughed, and said, "The goons he had come after me are currently being taken to the protein vats the Keepers maintain. They were thee worst amateurs I've ever seen. And that's after spending a year and a half on Omega fighting the mercs."
Sarah then said, "Oh, you mean the guys the Keepers are putting in a protein vat as we speak? Apparently untrained rookies can't take on a trained C-Sec agent. Who would have thought?"
The man pressed the pistol deeper into the back of Sarah's head, and said, "Do you really think I'm going to let you go through with your plan?"
"Do you think that you have a choice in the matter?"
"I'm the one with a gun to the back of your head. And, unless you agree to leave Miranda to me, you'll die."
Sarah laughed, and said, "I've only let this continue because I feel bad for you. If I really felt like it, that gun would be out of your possession before you could react. But, since I pity you, I haven't done so."
"You'd have to move faster htan is humanly possible to do that." the man said.
"Yeah, what's humanly possible isn't really a limitation for me. Just ask Garrus about that time I took out a Reaper without help. On foot."
"What the fuck's a Reaper?"
"Giant alien spaceship. Capable of just flying through most of the ships we have now. They're really fucking big. Over two kilometers in length. Their main guns can rip any ship in the Alliance fleet in two with a single shot."
"Technically the one you killed was just a baby." Garrus pointed out.
"Garrus, there's no need to get into technicalities." Sarah sighed.
"Well, it's less impressive than taking out a finished reaper on foot."
"There was the one I killed during that one battle. The little spidery-one that's like a hundred meters long."
"True." the turian agreed, "But, you might want to pay more attention to the guy with a gun to your head."
"That amateur? He hasn't even realized that the ammo block and heat sink of his weapon have mysteriously evaporated." Sarah replied.
"What?" the man said, looking at the pistol.
After a moment he pulled out a second pistol, and put it to the back of Sarah's head, while checking the other. A short while later he asked, "What did you do?"
"I did nothing. Like I said, your heat sink and ammo block mysteriously evaporated. It was not my doing. I swear to all that is unholy."
"Unholy?"
"Yeah, everyone else swears to what's holy. I occasionally feel like contradicting them, so say unholy. You'd be surprised at how upset some people get by that. Especially since holy just means separate or apart from. So that's basically me saying I swear to all that is normal that it totally wasn't me using magical powers used by a group of entities who are all dead except for me, and only then because Miranda resurrected me. I mean, that would be a crazy way to meet people, get yourself killed and hope that a nice and attractive woman will be the one to resurrect you.
"I don't know about you, but that sounds like a pretty shitty way to meet chicks to me. Maybe try talking to them, and not being too clingy. I've found it's a pretty big turn-off for most of them. At least most of the ones I've been with. Which is an admittedly small sample size. There might be some who like that, but there are a lot more who don't.
"Basically, what I'm trying to say is that it is in your best interest to move on from Miranda, because you don't stand a chance. She's my girlfriend, and I would kill and/or turn back time for her."
"So would I."
"You know the difference between you and me, though? I actually can do those things. There is nothing you can offer her that I can't."
"What about children? A full family?"
"With modern medical science, you'd be surprised what can be done." Sarah replied, "And that would also indicate that she actually wants kids. We've talked about it briefly, and currently not in our life plans. Having kids gets in the way of kicking ass and saving all life in the galaxy three times. Well, hopefully three times. The last couple of times I tried that, I was only able to do two, before having to reset the timeline because one thing or other turns to shit."
"Are you trying to scare me with how insane you are?" he asked, as Sarah glanced at her omni-tool beeping.
"What's that?" the man asked.
"Oh, not much. Just an indicator that a turian Spectre who hates all turians, some say he'd even team up with geth just to harm humanity, is near. I had it set up so I could get out of any area where he is. I don't think it would be good to encounter someone like that. Seems like there's a good chance of getting killed."
"I'm not afraid of any turian."
"Did you not hear what I said about him being a Spectre and hating humans?"
"Doesn't change anything."
Sarah shook her head, and said, "You couldn't beat a one-armed quarian in a gun fight. What makes you think that you could beat a Spectre? It's not like you have any training whatsoever. I've seen your record since I thought you might pull shit like this and you aren't a fighter. You're a momma's boy."
He slapped Shepard in the back of the head with his useless pistol, and put the other right into one of her eyes. "You give me one good reason not to pull the trigger right now." he growled, rage clear in his voice and eyes.
Sarah laughed, and said, "Because you don't have the balls to do it."
"Do you really want to get killed? You know how to get out of this situation. Give me back Miranda."
"Nah, I don't think I could do that. She'd be pissed if I tried it, and also I think you fail to understand something important."
"What?" he asked.
"You've left yourself wide open to getting that thing ripped out of your hand faster than you can react." Sarah said, ripping the weapon out of his hand at such speed that it left a bright red burn mark on his skin.
He stepped back and said, "How did you do that?"
Sarah laughed, and said, "Before this timeline began... I was." before kicking him to the ground, and placing his own weapon to his skull.
"So, you're going to kill me?" he asked.
"Nah. Killing civilians is too much of a mess to clean up." she replied, holstering the pistol she'd taken.
"Then what are you going to do to me?"
Sarah laughed, and said, "Nothing. I've arranged for you to have an appointment with that turian Spectre who hates humans. Well, actually Miri has. She forwarded him a message she had prepared in case you tried this shit. Has him thinking that you're a member of some pro-human terrorist organization that has supported activities that have caused serious issues in Citadel Space. He's going to 'interrogate' you and then leave you for dead." before walking away from the alley,
"Won't he find out about you?"
"No. After all, he'd think that you're just trying to frame loyal Alliance personnel to keep your own people safe." Sarah said, as she exited the alley.
-=0=-
Miranda walked up to Sarah and said, "Are you sure it was a good idea to use Saren to take care of a jealous ex of mine?"
"Cleanest way out. And, it will help make Saren look unstable. That way when we have to take him down, it'll be easier."
Miranda nodded, and said, "Are you okay?"
"This isn't my first time having a pistol pressed into the back of my head. Probably not the last, either."
"You told him enough 'strange' things to make Saren think he's insane?"
"Of course." Sarah said, wrapping an arm around the Operative's back. "So, want to go get some lunch? Being held at gunpoint always leaves me hungry."
"Of course. I know this great sushi place." Miranda said.
Sarah grinned, and said, "I think I know which one. I may have... crashed through the fish tank of that place on one occasion."
Miranda laughed, and said, "I didn't think I'd told you that was my favorite sushi place."
"So you do remember your time with my pop and the others?"
"The block was destroyed by Halthas."
"Makes sense. And, as for how I knew, it seemed like your kind of place."
Miranda smiled, and said, "It seems you know me better than I thought."
"I pay attention to the little details." Sarah said, "Like I also know you've got a sensitive spot right about... here." as she ran her hand through Miranda's hair, grazing the spot just above her ear.
Miranda sighed, and said, "You're good, Commander. But, I know all of your sensitive spots."
"You rebuilt me from meat and tubes. I had to learn where yours are without that advantages. Also, I'm not a Commander yet anymore."
The raven haired woman laughed, and said, "That sentence would sound so strange to someone who doesn't have our experience."
"I never cared for making things easier for people who aren't in the know." Sarah replied, as she opened the door of a skycar to let Miranda in. As Sarah slipped into the driver's seat, Miranda said,
"Really? You've always been very open with me."
The soldier smiled at her girlfriend, and said, "There was something about you that piqued my curiosity when we first met."
"What?"
"I haven't talked about this with you before?"
"No, you haven't."
"Alright, let me explain." Sarah said, checking traffic to make sure it was safe to merge before beginning, "When I woke up earlier than I should have on Lazarus Station and you held my hand down when I tried to touch my face since it hurt like it had been hit with maw acid again, the look in your eyes was so gentle. So warm. So caring.
"Then, we met again, after you shot Wilson, that look was gone. Replaced by a cold exterior. But, even then I could see some of that same softness in you, when you glanced at me and thought I wasn't paying attention."
"I knew you were, Sarah." Miranda said.
"Oh really?" Sarah asked, raising an eyebrow, looking unconvinced.
"You are always paying attention to everything around you. When I looked at you like that it was because I'd slip up."
"Are you saying that I woo'd you as a corpse?"
Miranda laughed, and said, "It wasn't exactly that. It was that I had spent so much of those two years working on either rebuilding you or getting to know you that I had come to care about your well being as more than just a project. I felt a personal investment in you. That, and I may have had a little bit of a crush on you."
This time it was Sarah's turn to laugh, and say, "The perfect Miranda Lawson having a crush on me? I thought you were above such small interests."
"If I hadn't had that crush, we wouldn't be together. But, please continue your story."
"Alright, where was I?"
"You know damn-well where you were. When I reconstructed you, I improved your memory so that it was good enough to make a drell think they have bad memory. And, with the effects of the reversals, you still have those improvements."
Sarah grinned and said, "Alright, sorry. I was just being silly."
"Silly is fine. I just don't like you selling yourself short, Sarah."
"Okay, anyways, I knew that softness was still there, so I was curious as to why you'd choose to hide it. So, I talked to you. Even when you'd rather I didn't. When you didn't feel like opening up about yourself, I talked about me instead. I hoped that by being open with you about the painful things in my past, you would come to trust me as much as I did you. Enough to tell me anything."
"You trusted me that much so early on?"
"We'd worked two missions together, and you'd saved my life at least four times by then. Not counting the Lazarus Project. So, yeah, you'd earned my trust even that early on."
"Four? I only remember two, counting Lazarus."
"On Freedom's Progress, I was about to get grabbed by that YMIR when you overloaded its systems. It would have broken my back. On Omega when we were going to get Garrus out of that mess he'd gotten himself into, you overloaded that vorcha who had caught me in the stream of his flamethrower. When we went after Garm, and he was about to slam me into a wall, you used your biotics to pull me out of the way."
"That wouldn't have been fatal."
"He would have pulled out his shotgun and pulled the trigger three times before you guys could react. The first time would have broken my shields, the following two would have pretty much torn all of my vital organs to shit."
"That still is only three."
"You really don't remember number four?"
"No, I don't."
"It was in the loft. I'd been just staring at the fish tank. I'm a bit ashamed to admit it... but I was seriously considering just ending it all."
"Why?"
"Because..." Sarah began, seeming reluctant to speak.
"Sarah," Miranda said, her voice soft, "it's okay. You didn't do it. There's nothing you could do to make me embarrassed of you."
The Commander sighed, and said, "Because, I felt alone. I'd tried sending Liara a message, her response was... cold. She said she didn't have time to focus on 'old flings'. I know I'd hurt her when I dumped her... but back then I still thought of her as one of my closest friends. And, I was certain then that Kaidan and Garrus would be the same way. And, Kaidan was one of my closest friend, and Garrus... well Garrus is my best friend. I felt like my friends would turn their backs on me because of my bad luck.
"I felt like I had lost more than just my life when I died. That I'd lost everything that mattered to me. Then... you were there. How concerned you were gave me hope that maybe my friends weren't going to turn their back on me. Because if a woman who worked for an organization I hate and had killed hundreds of members of would be willing to not hold it against me, maybe my friends would be willing to look past my working with that same organization."
"What about Tali?"
Sarah was quiet, and said, "I wasn't sure about her. She'd seemed as friendly as always, but she also didn't want to join up with me when I offered her a place on my team at first. I wasn't certain if whatever she was going to work on was something that it actually had to be her, or if she just wouldn't work with me while I was in my arrangement with Cerberus. I felt so alone... but then you showed me that even if all my old friends turned their backs on me, it didn't mean I had to be alone. It built trust. And then, as I'm sure you heard, when I saw you talking with Ori, I started to fall for you."
Miranda smiled, as she rested her head on the soldier's shoulder, and said, "So, that got me a relationship with my sister... and you. That has to be the most profitable conversation of my life."
"Yeah." Sarah said, as she parked the car. A moment later she was standing outside it on the other side, holding out a hand to help Miranda out of the vehicle.
As she took it, Miranda said, "Thank you. More of a gentleman than most of the men I've been on dates with."
"I strive to set an example for others." Sarah said, holding Miranda's hand as they walked into the sushi place.
The maitre'd said, "Ladies, may I ask your name and reservation please?"
"We don't have one." Sarah said, "But, what I have is even better."
"What?"
"As I understand it, this restaurant, while quite popular is still having difficulties making ends meet. Something about the current owner being a douchebag who wastes an insane amount of money."
"Indeed." the maitre'd said, "But, how can you help us with that? The last time I checked he isn't interested in selling the restaurant. He seems content to just kill this place."
"I know, and that would be a tragedy." Sarah said, "Which is way I'd like you to tell him that I am offering twelve point seven billion credits for this restaurant."
Miranda whispered, "You don't have that kind of money, Sarah."
"Yes I do. You'd be surprised at how many credits you can get from a particular information Broker if you tell him that you know he's a yagh." Sarah whispered back.
"You blackmailed the Shadow Broker?"
"Yeah, was easier than you'd think. Apparently teleporting into his room and doing a little dance while only wearing a bra, panties, and face-hiding mask is a great way to get someone like the Shadow Broker to pay you an insane amount of credits."
"And then you funnel it through a large number of accounts, using that to hide your real identity."
"That... or just scare the Broker so bad that he's too afraid to retaliate."
"Then why hide your face?"
"It makes you look like you give zero fucks." Sarah whispered back, as the owner came out. He said,
"I've been informed you are ready to make a most... expansive offer for my restaurant."
"That I am, sir." Sarah said, "Twelve point seven billion credits."
"Fifteen billion."
"For a restaurant that isn't even turning in a profit on most months?" Sarah asked, "Don't be absurd. If I didn't think this place had potential I wouldn't offer you more than five million."
The man sighed, "Thirteen."
"Twelve."
"Twelve point nine."
"Twelve."
"Twelve point eight."
"Twelve."
"Twelve point seven."
"Alright, that was my initial offer." Sarah said, "I will need the accounts moved into my name before you receive the credits, as I have no reason to trust you."
The man sighed, and said, "I'll bring up the paperwork now."
Thirty minutes later, he walked out of the building, much richer, but lacking a sushi restaurant.
"That has to be the fastest transaction I've ever seen. So, Madam Owner, could I interest you and your lovely friend the finest table in the building?"
"That would be wonderful, Ilthena."
The asari nodded, and said, "This way, Madam."
As she and Miranda sat down, the soldier said, "So, I was thinking of hiring a new manager for this place. Who do you think would love to run the premier sushi joint on the Citadel?"
"I have an idea. But, he might eventually get bored and want to work on a ship." Miranda said.
"Glad you agree." Sarah said, as a waiter brought them a pair of menus.
Then, as they sat there, a gentle melody playing in the background, and fish swimming in the tanks beneath their feet, Miranda said, "I always thought the music in this place didn't fit it."
"What would you prefer, Ms. Lawson?" Sarah asked, a smile on her face.
"Something more medium-paced, instead of slow."
"An excellent choice." Sarah said, before waving over the Maitre'd and saying, "See to it that whoever is in charge of the music in here is informed that a medium paced, yet still peaceful, music selection would be preferable."
"Of course, Madam." the asari said, walking away.
A few moments later, as the song changed, Miranda said, "Much better. So, Sarah, have you ever actually eaten here?"
"Nah. I had other interests at the time. Like building a harem."
"You're joking." The Operative replied, laughing.
"I am not! But you'd be surprised how hard it is to find a large group of open-minded women. I mean, I could have built an all-asari one in like fifteen minutes. But, getting non-asari into it was really hard." Sarah said, struggling to hold her laughter in.
Miranda lightly slapped the soldier, and said, "If that was true, I'd say it's a good thing you've grown out of it."
Sarah grinned, and said, "Who said I had?"
"Me. Because otherwise this would be over. And I know this isn't over."
"Too true." Sarah said, kissing her. "So, what's good on the menu?"
"Not until you tell me that you didn't actually try to build a harem."
"Oh god no. That just seems wrong. If you're with someone it shouldn't just be sex." Sarah replied.
Miranda nodded, and said, "Good. I've always liked the..."
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A/N: I'm going to cut this chapter off here for one reason. I know absolutely nothing about sushi, and jumping to other stuff would just mess up the light hearted tone of this chapter. So, hope you enjoyed it. My fingers are tired. I'm gonna go play Titanfall now. OH RIGHT! Please review, if you don't I'll lose all inspiration to write this 'cause frankly, the inspiration to write this well is running pretty dry, and my attempts to get it flowing again by playing ME2 again have only succeeded in getting the Meus Mundus inspiration juices flowing.
Oh, speaking of Meus Mundus, I changed the cover to a screenshot of Miranda sitting in my Shepard's lap.(albeit it isn't completely accurate, because the ME2 long hairstyle is shit. If anyone knows how to give Femshep Miranda's hair feel free to contact me. Because I've got too much other stuff going on between writing three fanfics, and other personal stuff IRL to have time to figure that out. I would be most grateful to have that information.) Until next time, have fun reading, playing video games, and hopefully disliking ME3's ending as much as I do.