Anderson sat at his desk reading over some of the latest reports. Nothing was out of the ordinary, a few pirate raids, Battarian attacks and merc attacks. Nothing new and, for the most part, beaten off. Even after 30 years of being on the galactic stage, the other races couldn't figure out how to deal with the demi-humans. It was kind of funny in a way. When demi-humans first came out, humans didn't know how to deal with them despite their natural skills.

There was plenty of records about Romans, Egyptians, Chinese and more arguing how to use and deal with demi-humans. It took humans over 1000 years to figure out how to deal with them. Granted it wasn't always pretty, but it showed that they could be united. Sighing with a smile he just continued to read the rest of the reports. A beeping sound then met his ear, someone was calling him.

He clicked on the communications option and Trevos and Valern came up on his screen. "Councillors," he said with some surprise. "What can I help you with?"

"We are a little concerned with the report we go from the Normandy," Valern said. "It seems that it was signed by XO Presley and not the Commander,"

Anderson frowned before remembering a message he got. "One moment," he said as he opened up his omni-tool.

It didn't take him long to find the email and read it. His eyes widened slightly as she read.

"Is there a problem Captain?" Trevos asked noticing his reaction.

"It would appear that the commander had a relapse," he said reading the email.

"Of what?" Valern asked with concern in his voice.

Anderson closed his omni-tool and turned to face the screen. "As you know, the commander underwent an illegal procedure to remove her demi-human genes. Unwilling, I might add. This caused major mental trauma requiring her to need a lot of mental help. It seems this trauma came back in a big way,"

That got their attention with even more concern of their faces. "This is problematic," Valern said. "If the commander is likely to relapse, then we may have to revoke her Spectre status,"

"While I agree," Trevos added. "She has got a long and reputable military career. If she was likely to relapse, I would have thought that being in the military would have caused that,"

Anderson just nodded. "I agree with that assessment councillor," he said. "According to the doctor, Liara and Shepard tried to mind meld with each other. That had an effect on her, making her relapse. And she said that Liara is not one of them," that made Trevos nod with visible relief.

"That's good to hear, I assume that they are working on helping her out," she the said with a hopeful voice.

"Yes, they are looking into the matter and have requested any research about relating do chimeraic minotaurs. I think they are trying to cover all bases in trying to help here. I'll keep you informed," he said before cutting the link.

He sighed before getting for some coffee. This was going to be a long day.

OOOOO

Shepard lay in the bed still cowing in the foetal position. The trauma she had when in the hands of the Foundation must have been tremendous. Zenna's strength of will was amazing to behold. She made it though training, N7 training, hostage situations and even losing her squad some things that would have made most people break. But she didn't, each time she pulled through though will.

The resurfacing of her memories however seemed to be more traumatic to her than her training, or losing her squad. Something about it hit harder than anything else that made her like this. Dr Chackwas assumed that it had something to do with minotaur psychology. Strong body equals a strong mind, she had heard this philosophy before but never understood it. Minotaurs prided strength above all else, even the females were muscular. It was probably this that made her like this, she thinks that she has a weak mind and so can do nothing but cower in fear.

But unless she can talk to the commander, she couldn't do much. All she could do was keep an eye on her and hoped she would get better.

Back in the briefing room the other members got back to their seats. Kadian, being second in command of the team stood in front of the communications section.

"Right, so I'm not sure where to begin," he admitted. "The SCP Foundation is a secret organisation decided to protecting the human race from abnormal object, people and events. They call these things, anomalies because their traits cannot be explained by normal science,"

"When you say normal science…" Liara then interrupted.

"I mean conventional science," he clarified. "Apparently they have an object that makes any room it's in bigger without affecting the outside space," that made the non-humans in the room look at him with raised eyebrows. "I know it's sounds stupid," he admitted.

"You have no idea," Garrus muttered.

"But it's the only thing we have to go on," Kadian said, but even he wasn't sure where to start.

Before anyone could speak up the alarms sounded.

OOOOO

Steven yawed as he lay on his bed reading. He had nothing better to do until his next shift. He sighed as he flipped the page. Being an SCP with the ability to jump between universes made him one of the most interesting humanoid SCP's out there, but it also made him very safe to deal with. At least until after the 2nd week since his last shift. No one was to touch him if there was more than 2 weeks since his last shift as they could be taken with him. But the action made it its own punishment.

It's wasn't a good life, but it was interesting if nothing else. As he turned the page of his book he then fell onto the floor with a grunt.

"Owww," he moaned before an alarm sounded and several barrels of guns pointed at him.

Before he could say anything else, he was forced to his feet and held up with the guns still pointed at him. The armour looked familiar, but he couldn't place it.

"Who are you?" one of them asked. "How did you get here?"

"I, errr I…" he stumbled mentally cursing his ability.

"What's going on?" someone then asked making him look over to the voice.

His eyes widened as he saw two people he never expected to see, with features he never expected to see. While he rarely played video game, he knew them from images and stories. Kadian Alenko and Ashley Williams stood nearby looking at him. What was strange was that they had dog looking ears on their heads and tails between their legs. Literal monster people. He could only guess at the number of fans who would love to come here.

"Who are you?" Kadian asked.

"How did you get here?" Ashley followed.

"Err, I don't know," he admitted with a shrug.

Kadian however had a frown on his face. His mind buzzed slightly as he thought about what to do.

"Get him into the medical bay," he then said surprising everyone in the room. "Once he's been checked, bring him to the briefing room,"

The security nodded and escorted him to the medical bay.

OOOOO

After a good two hours of tests from the snake woman Steven now sat in the briefing room along with the other main characters of the Normandy. He could name a few people he knew who would geek out at this chance. But at the moment he used his camera to take pictures discreetly. He wanted to get as much as possible. Soon enough Kadian walked in.

"Ok Steven, how did you get here?" he asked.

"I don't know," he shrugged half lying.

"SCP 507," he then said making Steven look at him with surprise.

"You know who I am?" he asked, but the eyes that Kadian had told him that the question he just asked confirmed what he suspected.

The room fell silent as they looked to him. "SCP 507?" Tali asked with a questioning tone.

"Go on, tell them," Kadian then said. "Nothing will be said outside of this room,"

Steven sighed and nodded. "My name is Steven," he said politely. "I'm also known by the SCP foundation as SCP 507, the reluctant dimension hopper," eyes around the room excluding Kadian widened slightly. "As it sounds, I can jump between dimensions unwilling and at random,"

Garrus scoffed slightly. "Really?" he asked.

"Yep, I know who you all are," he added making them look at him surprised but doubtful. "Garrus Vakarin, C-SEC sniper, your father wanted you to follow in his footsteps in law enforcement. But you want to do more," that made Garrus' eyes widen. "Tali'Zorah nar Rayya, a young Quarrain on her pilgrimage. Found some data about Saren, a rouge Spectre. In order to stay safe, you hoped to sell it to the Shadow broker, only for agents to try and take you out,"

That made the Quarrian move uncomfortably in her chair.

"I could go on, but I think you get the idea," he added. "From where I am from all of you are from a video game series, but I have been advised not to say much,"

"Why?" Ashley asked. "If you know what will happen why not tell us?"

"You know in time travel movies, how if you tell someone about the future it would change it?" he asked and Ashley nodded. "Similar concept, if I told you what was going to happen the outcome isn't going to be the same,"

Before anyone else could say anything Kadian spoke up. "So, Steven, I assume that Dr Chackwas filled you in on Shepard's condition, right?" the man nodded. "Good, we need you to take us to a SCP base,"

Steven fell silent for a moment considering what he needed to say. "I understand the problem you guys, are in but taking you to an SCP base may not be the best of idea's," he said. "I'm worried about your safety. Most of the SCP's are not pleasant, even then if you going to one of the bases, they will wipe your memory. The best thing I think we can do is I get in contact with the Foundation and organise a meeting with them,"

"How?" Liara asked.

"There is a code that I've been given on the chance that there is an alternate Foundation in the universe I'm in. You'd be surprised a how many versions that there are of me," he said unsure of himself.

"How certain are you that this universe's version of the Foundation will recognise the code?" Tali asked.

"50, 50," Steven admitted. "There is no guarantee that they will respond but it is better than nothing,"

"Do it," was all Kadian said.

OOOOO Site 12.

Site Director Alex just sat at his desk looking over the latest reports. Expenses, situation reports, after action reports and more. It was a boring task, yes but someone needed to do it. The O5 council, needed these reports to understand what was happening with the rest of the sites. Even with this expanded galaxy, they needed to make sure all anomalous objects needed to be secure. Just because humanity had expanded did not mean that the foundation could be complacent.

Yawing, he picked up another file before a ding sounded and he looked up. "Come in," he said and a communications officer walked in.

"Sir, we've received an email from SCP 507," he said walking up to the director's desk handing him a paper print of the email. "He wants us to deliver information regarding demi-human gene experimentation,"

Alex looked at the letter reading it slowly. "It looks like he wants the info from that incident 19 years ago," he said read it.

The officer nodded. "He goes into detail; it looks like a minotaur-chimera by the name of Zenna Shepard tried to mind meld with an asari. It would appear that the act caused her to have a mental relapse from when the group took her and experimented on her,"

"Well, I don't see any reason we should do anything," Alex then said. "It doesn't affect us," but as he said that he read a line that made him raise his brow. "If you don't help her the galaxy will be destroyed," he looked up to see a confused look on his officer's face. "Send a ship out to the coordinates, let's see what SCP 507 has to say,"

The officer nodded and walked out.

OOOOO 1 day later.

A frigate docked with the Normandy. It had no identifying markings and only requested for Steven to board. He did with little hesitation; he clearly had more experience with this sort of thing. This left the crew on the Normandy taking deep breaths, Steven had told them that the Foundation wanted to talk with him before they would do anything. They didn't like to wait, but this was one of those times that they had to.

After a good hour Steven walked back into the Normandy followed by a man in a black uniform.

"They've agreed that they will provide the data that they got from the raid. However, they require all of you be administered amnesiacs," he said.

"That's fine," Kadian said. "As long as we get the Data for the commander, the price will be fine,"

The officer nodded and handed the file to Kadian with a label on it. After that both he and Steven covered their mouths with a mask as a gas was released into the air sending everyone to the floor. The officer then walked up to the cockpit and set a course for the Normandy to move it away from the frigate and delete details about the foundation. He and Steven then left the Normandy as it gradually moved away.

OOOOO

Shepard groaned as she slowly awoke looking up at Chackwas. "Ahhh you're awake," she smiled as the commander sat up.

"Chackwas?" Zenna asked before looking around. "Wha… what happened?"

"The mind meld had an effect on you," the lamia replied. "That part of your childhood remerged,"

Zenna groaned and sighed. "Ok, where are we off to?" she then asked rubbing her head.

"Terra Nova," Chackwas replied. "I took a look at your medical hisssstory and found one of your psychiatrists is there. I took the liberty of contacting her and informing her you had a relapsssse. Ssssshe'sss expecting to sssssee you ssssoon,"

"Until then I'm confined to the medbay?" Chackwas nodded making the commander groan again and fall back onto the bed. "Fine, just don't disturb me and get me some meat,"

The doctor simply smiled and left. If nothing else it looked like she was getting back to normal.