The war is over, but Shepard's recovery is not. When she gets tired of lying in a hospital bed, Garrus volunteers to become her live-in nurse while she recuperates in a borrowed house. After sharing heat sinks, medi-gel, and war stories for years, they now share a home, a life, and eventually, a bed. A friends to lovers post-ME3 Shepard/Garrus story.
Chapter 14
Fifteen days after Garrus's discharge from the hospital, Solana's ship lands on Palaven.
It's another four hours before all the sick and injured are transferred to one of the military hospitals in Cipritine and Solana gives the all clear, shooting off a message to her father to come pick her up and take her home.
Meeting the family members of a lover is one of those things Shepard has virtually zero experience with, unless you count Castis (and that didn't exactly go well the first time they squared off in the doorway of Garrus's hospital room, did it?), and now, Shepard can't stop the nervous drumming of her fingers as she sits with Garrus in the front room and waits for the arrival of the rest of the Vakarians.
For a while, Garrus says nothing. Eventually, he lays a calming hand on hers, which manages to put a halt to her fidgeting. She gives him a smile, grateful for the distraction, even if it only lasts for a few seconds.
Finally, there's that telltale engine noise outside as the skycar touches the ground, and a minute later, the entry door slides open and Castis walks in, followed by a young turian woman who has a striking resemblance to Garrus' mother in the holo picture by Garrus's bed.
Shepard takes a deep breath and stands. Beside her, Garrus does the same. He's still not quite back to his old self, but after two weeks of physical therapy, he no longer needs Shepard's support to get around, and he walks over to his sister, his chest rumbling warmly as they touch foreheads.
The scene is lovely, but it doesn't last long; soon, Garrus pulls away from Solana and turns toward Shepard, waving a hand at her. "Solana, this is—"
"Commander Shepard," Solana says, finishing the sentence before he can. Her eyes travel down the length of Shepard's body, then up again until they settle on Shepard's face. "So, you're the one who kept Garrus away from us for so long."
Shepard's posture, far from relaxed to begin with, stiffens. She frowns, chin raised as she gets ready for a confrontation, but before she could utter a word, Solana steps closer and throws her arms around her.
"Thank you," she says, her voice sincere, heartfelt, layered with just a touch of jest in the lower registers of her subharmonics. "I might have been annoyed at first, but now I know that Garrus was actually better off with you. As soon as he's on his own, he gets himself blown up anyway."
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Summary: The first day of committee meetings does not go so well for Shepard.
Length: 1,431
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Kenson dead, an entire system destroyed, and the Hegemony demanding for Shepard’s head; this was not what Hackett had envisioned when he had sent Shepard to infiltrate Aratoht.
Now she sat in a detection cell while the Alliance tried to figure out on what to do with her. All because he asked for a personal favor of her. Hackett gritted his teeth in frustration.
The amount of hell that woman has gone through as just out of a sense of duty was astonishing. That kind of sacrifice of having to live with oneself after sending some many to their death would break most people. Shepard deserve a damn medal, not a jail cell.
Although anyone else in her place would have been tried, court-martialed, and discharged for the official charge of desertion of duty, working for a terrorist organization, and being responsible for the deaths of three hundred thousand batarian civilians.
From his nomination for her into the N-program to the putting her name forward with the Spectres, Hackett had been deemed by the Internal Affairs Committee as “too close” to have an objective stance on her. It was bullshit, but he had to play along.
Before Hackett returned to his post on Arcturus, he tried to advise Shepard on how to handle the committees. It was an hour before the meeting, she stood in uniform, pressed neatly with several datapads stacked in her arms, ready to take them on.
“I am on your side Shepard, but with the committees, they’re burying their heads in the sand. If you’re to convince them of the Reaper threat, then you going to have to lead them to the idea. We’re not going to get anywhere if you bludgeoning through this. It’s is going to take time.”
She just smiled disregarding his advice. “With all due respect Admiral, I can bludgeon pretty hard.”
Hackett let out a sigh; that was two days ago. With his focus on increasing defenses for the Sol system and putting together an accelerated exhibition on the prothean Mar archives for anything on the Reapers, he’d only just now got the chance to review the first Internal Affairs meeting with Shepard.
His vidscreen focused on Shepard during the talks. That was about as close as he’d be able to get her now that she was placed under house arrest.
On the screen, with upright posture and hands neatly folded on the table, Hackett watched as the committee grilled Shepard and renounced her of her rank.
A voice of one of the committee members came from off screen.
“In light of your actions on Aratoht and with your involvement with Cerberus, you are hereby relieved of duty and will be placed under house arrest until further notice.”
Most wouldn’t be able to see, the clench in her fist, eyes widening with a slight panic at the announcement. It was the look of someone trying to remain calm as lost their identity. Her whole military career, something he had helped foster, was being dashed away. She was no longer Commander Shepard.
Shepard’s dog tags now rested in his pocket. Hackett would make sure to pass them off to Anderson later. God-willingly they could get them back to her soon.
Shepard spoke clearly to the charge. Her tone was trying to sound authoritative as if she hadn’t just been stripped of her rank.
“Understood, I’d like to go over my reports I’ve prepared to explain the situation. Everything that is needed to be said is in them on why I’ve been missing, why I was with Cerberus and the evidence on the Reapers. If I hadn’t acted on Aratoht, they would be here now.”
They needed to trust her again. Go through the data and information just as he had. Hopefully, they’d see it plain as day, that the Reapers were coming.
The committee worked through the reports with her. Barely five minutes in an accusatory voice came from off screen.
“Even if I were to believe this resurrection story, why didn’t you return to the Alliance? Cerberus wasn’t holding you hostage.”
“I’ve stated that in the report, with my knowledge at the time with how the Alliance and the Council had been handling the Collector threat, I thought it best to go through with the mission as I knew I wouldn’t be given the chance otherwise.”
“So it was just purely coincidental that you worked with an organization with a known anti-alien rhetoric and then somehow a whole Alpha Relay is destroyed, taking three hundred thousand batarians lives?”
Hackett scoffed at the screen as the questions rolled in. Shepard’s hands clenched together as she tried to take them with stride, although Hackett could hear the dismissive tone and anger build in her voice.
“As the reports state, I was no longer cooperating with Cerberus after my mission with the Collectors was finished. What happened with Aratoht was due to time constraints. If I could have saved those colonists, I would have.”
“What about your experience with batarians on Elysium, did you think that didn’t sway your actions on Aratoht?”
“What does Elysium have to do with this? That was organized by human pirates, check the records on that.”
“Yes, but an overwhelming amount of the forces of it was batarian, which you fought, you can’t saw that doesn’t sway your opinion on the batarian people.”
“I’ve fought every species alike. If the situation on Aratoht happened on a human colony, I would have made the same damn choice if it meant keeping the Reapers at bay.”
The Reapers were just theory to them, even with the damn evidence in front of their own eyes, they still wouldn’t see it.
None of the committee members were on the Citadel that day, when Hackett lost hundreds of his men and women to Sovereign. Shepard had made the call to sacrifice human life to save the Council. Although somehow the committee just seemed to ignore that part of her service record.
They continued and went through her time with Cerberus. More accusatory voiced their opinion during the meeting. Hackett tried not strain his eyes from rolling them too hard.
“But is it not true Cerberus wasn’t your first involvement with anti-alien activities? How can we know if this raving on Reaper’s isn’t just front for you to act out your pro-human agenda?”
“I’m not sure what you mean by that,” Shepard said in a confused tone.
“The Tenth Street Reds? They’ve become more vocal on your involvement with them. Allegations from witnesses say they saw you beating and killing aliens as initiation to the gang, for fun even.”
A harsh laugh escaped from Shepard.
“Where’s your evidence on that?” Shepard’s voice rose with anger. “I didn’t realize bullshit slander was allowed as evidence. If that were the case, you’d think that actual evidence with the Reapers would be considered with this fucking committee.”
“Shepard, please remain calm.”
She closed her eyes and stilled her breath before going on to answer the question.
“I haven’t had any willing contact with the Reds since I enlisted. And I didn’t start killing anyone, human or alien until I joined the Alliance and my orders called for it. Happy?”
They continued to talk until the committee ran out of questions and moved for ending the meeting.
“We’ll resume with you next week, for now, we’ll have your reports to review, in the meantime, you’ll be limited to your detention cell.”
“That is complete bullshit!” Shepard’s voice cut clear through the vid, all the pent up anger he’d been watching build finally came to head. Her chair was knocked over with her fist pounding on the table.
“The time to act is now if we aren’t prepared, we’re going to lose a lot more than just one colony. Trillions of lives are at stake. How can you not see this? It’s all right there in there in my reports. Get your fucking heads out of the sand!” She pleaded angrily with them, but her words fell on deaf ears.
The vid cut off as she was escorted back to her cell, looking more lost than Hackett had ever seen in a soldier.
Hackett pinched the bridge of the nose and sighed. This might take longer than he had thought.
Summary: Shepard's old sniping partner thoughts on Elysium.
Length: 2,246
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It was ten in the morning and Elizabeth Collins had already worked on two whiskeys when the Normandy touched down on Earth. She'd been readying herself for home after another brutal graveyard shift.
Instead, Elizabeth raised her hand to the bartender for a third and gladly took the glass when he offered it. She wanted to keep drinking until she was numb to the taste.
The bar she sat at was mostly quiet, but it fell silent as the other patrons watched the whole fuckfest on screen. Commander Shepard in cuffs. Elizabeth scoffed into her drink and went back to ignoring the vidscreen.
It seemed like the whole galaxy only heard about Shepard about two years ago after the attack on the Citadel and her supposed death that soon followed. Maybe some had heard of her seven years after the assault on Elysium. Both times Shepard was named a hero.
But when Elizabeth had first heard of Shepard, she was just some loud mouth eighteen-year-old who got dropped from the biotics program in basics. Heard that Shepard could barely hold up her barrier without passing out. She also heard from others that Shepard was an ass who’d probably get dropped from basics within a week.
Although Elizabeth never saw that side of her. Shepard was a smartass for sure, she kept her head down and worked diligently along with the rest of the recruits.
They had bullshitted about plans for when they got out. Elizabeth had gone on and on about wanting to go college to become a teacher while Shepard talked about law school at times, but only fleetingly. "After four years, I'm taking my benefits and walking" is what Shepard said a lot.
Elizabeth took a drink from her whiskey. I’m sure that worked out for you, Commander. She rolled her eyes as if she was talking to Shepard right there at the bar.
Shepard was a friend who kept Elizabeth going through basics and soon the infiltrator program for those four years. They were a team, always with each other, alongside training, missions, and even shit detail duties.
Except whenever they were on shore leave. Shepard had kept blowing her off and stayed on the ship or base during those times.
Until one shore leave, Elizabeth had enough of Shepard blowing her off and dragged her ass out to a local club. That was Elysium. That four-year plan went out the window for both her and Shepard after that.
Shepard had got nominated to the N-school, became a household name for the Alliance, and even a damn movie after the attack. While Elizabeth took her four years and walked, bitter and angry at the Alliance, at Shepard, and the whole damn affair.
To add insult to injury, the movie got most of what went down on the colony wrong. Her character even died halfway through it.
Elizabeth looked up from her glass to the screen again. Shepard had passed, her face in full view for just a matter of seconds. Her eyes cast down towards her wrists. A hulking guard escorted her inside the base, out of sight from the public and cameras. Hackett, for once on Earth, took the brunt of the questions with grace as reporters worked him over.
Elizabeth turned her attention back to her drink and memories. They had experience on ground side missions. They were sent in to take out a target who never saw them coming. Those were usually quick, clean, and controlled. Elysium was anything but that.
The whiskey swirled on her tongue causing her to wince. It was Shepard’s choice to reenlist after Elysium. Shepard could have stayed on the base if Elizabeth hadn’t dragged her out that night. Who knows what would have happened then.
Elizabeth bragged about wanting to see real action. To lead when shit hit the fan and get her shot. But not like that, with civilian lives on the line. It was foolish of her to think it would be so easy, that there wouldn’t be consequences for such a want.
Hours into the attack, they had a handful of civilians amongst the remaining marines. While the pirates had countless batarians and few turians, krogans, and humans as the opposing enemy.
With their small group, they had been held up on the top floor of a tower towards the edge of the colony. Just adjacent to where the pirates had set up in one of Elysium's defense bases. They were tired, dirty, and Elizabeth had just wanted to sleep after hours of backtracking and running.
Shepard was portrayed a lot more eloquently on screen. The vids never showed her look of absolute panic when the Alliances stated they were still hours out from reaching the colony over their emergency comms.
“Alright, fuck, um.” Shepard paused, running her hands through her hair while looking over the maps on her omni tool, Elizabeth stood quietly to the side.
“I’m not waiting around for my child to get killed out there while the Alliance is too incompetent to protect us. I’m going myself.” A woman yelled with a shaking voice as she headed towards the exit. The rest of the civilians had become restless and had started to charge with her.
Shepard let out a loud whistle to get the crowds attention while Elizabeth remained silent amongst the roaring crowd.
“If that’s how you want to get yourselves and children killed, then that’s the perfect fucking plan.” Not so eloquent, but it worked enough to stop the crowd.
“Then what the fuck are we going to do?” One the grunts asked, not helping the situation at all.
Elizabeth stood in the corner as Shepard paced the room thinking of an answer.
“Collins and I are trained snipers. Let us use the higher ground and we’ll thin out their numbers. Right now is not time for anyone to go taking potshots and giving them more time and chances to find our position.”
Fear trickled down Elizabeth’s spine when Shepard volunteered them. Shepard turned to her for acknowledgment and Elizabeth just gave her a hesitant nod.
Elizabeth watched on as Shepard brought up the map of the colony from her omni-tool. The hologram of the map filled the room. Shepard’s voice pulled in the others to listen to the plan, while Elizabeth had only heard static with only several words cutting through. Blood pounded in her ears, only causing the static to grow louder. Elizabeth was trained for this. Why couldn't she concentrate?
“They're holding our people and your families here.” Shepard pointed towards where the pirates outpost. A ringing noise pulsed through Elizabeth mind with Shepard’s voice piecing randomly through.
“After that we’ll signal for a team to secure the area, flanking from here and here.” Shepard continued to point, but Elizabeth couldn’t for the life of her focus. All Elizabeth could remember thinking was she couldn’t believe they were actually doing this.
And that’s how Shepard’s command of their small militia started. With Elizabeth on the sidelines, unable to focus as the civilians and fellow Marines began to ready around her.
Shepard’s cool soon dropped when it was just the two of them setting up and preparing for their assault on the base.
Elizabeth remembered Shepard barfing when they had to peel the armor off of dead security officers that they had found earlier. The shields had been damaged beyond repair. But it had been better than the tattered dresses they'd been in for most of the fight.
Shepard wiped the bile from her mouth chanting to herself. “This is for the best. This is for the best.” Only Elizabeth had overheard her as the others prepared themselves for the assault.
Their small group moved into position and flanked the pirates base, waiting for the two snipers signal. The morning was beginning to rise. The crisp air cut through Elizabeth's armor as she set up her position. Her rangefinder had shook unsteadily in her hands. The Alliance still wouldn’t get there for another two hours.
Elizabeth had acted as Shepard’s spotter during the assault. They had traded off the responsibility with each mission. Why should Elysium be any different?
“It’s my turn right? Looks like you’ll be crunching numbers instead of getting your shot. Don’t worry you can get it next time.” Shepard had tried to joke, giving Elizabeth an uneasy laugh.
“Yeah, next time.” Had been the first words that Elizabeth spoke since Shepard had taken charge.
Her shot? Elizabeth couldn’t even care about that. All she could think about was how she wasn’t ready. How her hands shook in the cold. How she could barely focus on the calculations that her omni-tool spat out.
Tons of numbers on temperature, wind speed, bullet drop, how many targets were around and within the base. The pirates had dozens, almost a hundred while they barely had twenty.
Shepard’s voice came over Elizabeth headset and cut through those thoughts.
“It’s just like training. It’s just like training. It’s just like training.” Shepard had repeated to herself as she placed her rifle through a window. It was a quiet shaking chant not meant for Elizabeth. Shepard must have forgotten to switch off her comm. Those words had brought little comfort to Elizabeth.
She had tried to focus past Shepard’s chanting towards where their people were stuffed in cages, waiting to be carted onto a ship.
Her rangefinder zoomed in a particular child. A curly haired boy who yelled and shook the bars of his cage. His screams were silent to her, but the sight pulled her in.
Shepard’s chatting had stopped at some point. Elizabeth didn’t take notice until her voice, more collected came back over her headset. “Collins, our people, are in position, I need you to start feeding me the numbers.”
The words washed over her as she watched the child. There were tears in his eyes with control collar tight around his neck. Elizabeth didn’t answer.
“Collins? I need you here with me.”
If they messed this up, if Elizabeth messed this up, all those lives depended on them. That child depended on her.
“God dammit! Give me the fucking numbers! Get your shit together they’re counting on us. I’ll do it myself if I have to!” Shepard's pep talks weren’t so cool and collected as in the movie. But it still snapped Elizabeth back away from looking at the child.
Elizabeth stilled her breath, searched through her rangefinder, calculated and considered everything she could. She remembered the numbers falling from her lips, and soon enemies had begun to fall within her sights.
And then they had won. Well, there was more to it than that. But that moment in that tower with just Shepard and her had been the turning point in the battle.
Elizabeth sipped at her whiskey and let it sit on her tongue.
It was at this point in the movie that Elizabeth’s character got shot in the neck by enemy fire.
Elizabeth remembered just laughing as the spectacular scene unfolded in the vid. Her character gave Shepard and overly melodramatic speech to “win this for her” with way too much blood pouring out her mouth. It was meant to push Shepard on as motivation, to single-handedly stop the insurgents. Save Elysium, and be the hero they needed.
That’s not how it happened, sure she was the leader of their little militia, but the vids really like to play up the hero worship. There was a lot more cursing on Shepard’s part that got left out. A lot more panicking. They didn’t even show her chanting to herself or nearly pissing her pants just like the rest of them.
Or how that curly haired boy didn’t make it out of his cage alive. How he ended getting hit by a stray bullet from enemy fire. Just a one of the few casualties on their side from the assault, a calculated risk on their part. Elizabeth found out later that his name was Devin Sawyer, a child who lost family during the initial attack.
Was Devin even considered when Shepard, barely an adult then, clobbering together their plan? Elizabeth hadn't stayed around Shepard long enough to ask. She shot back the rest of her whiskey, finally numb to the taste.
Elizabeth had killed that boy when she hadn’t spoken up when she didn’t consider that maybe they were putting the hostages a risk with the assault on the base.
But maybe if they hadn’t attacked the pirates would have escaped enslaved or killed them anyway. So maybe it was just calculated, needed risk that allowed Shepard to rise as a hero. And now Elizabeth sat a bar, alone amongst the patrons, staring at the vidscreen.
The public looked to Shepard as the Hero of Elysium, the first human Spectre, and the Hero of the Citadel and found Shepard. Now they needed a scapegoat, so, of course, the job fell to her.
The channel switched to talking heads as Hackett finished his questions. Elizabeth flipped over her glass and closed her tab. She had enough of watching screens and being lied to again.
Summary: Joker thoughts as leaves the Normandy in the Alliances hands.
Length: 1,304
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Joker pulled the Normandy into the Alliance HQ port.
This would the last time he'd get to land his ship to until who knows when. Joker's teeth gritted together while his hands gripped tightly on the dashboard. He didn't want to let go; it was like losing a part of himself all over again.
A heavy sigh caught him off guard, causing him jump a bit, Shepard had been watching behind him silently.
It was nice to see her still being creepy as always, even on her last day on the ship. Joker really should have put up mirrors when he had the chance.
Without saying a word, she lightly patted his shoulder and gave him a slight smile. The gesture was either of comfort or nudging him that it was time to go.
All he could think about was last time he lost the Normandy. How quickly Pressley and Ensign Grendado died right next to him as fires consumed his ship.
How in his desperation that he believed his ship still had a chance while it was barely holding together. Only to have that belief destroyed when Shepard yanked him by the same shoulder and dragged his ass to an escape pod.
How the pods doors shut tight with her spaced on the other side. It all happened so quickly; Joker didn't even have enough time to secure himself properly. His right leg had been broken in three places with his left shin and ankle fractured to hell from being bounced around in that pod.
Joker ended going to her memorial in a wheelchair, anything that got in his way he ended up bashing the front wheels into them. Because he was so fucking angry, and forcing his way through the service helped.
He wanted to take the anger out on the Alliance when they just blamed it all on the geth. Or at the Council when they conveniently forgot the word Reapers when she was dead.
But mostly because he was angry at himself. Anderson had asked him to speak at the memorial. Joker tried, but the words never came to him. All he think about that should have been him.
It took his legs three months to heal, but he still carried that guilt. Two years of her life gone, because of him. Shepard never blamed him, or at least never said it to his face, she just joked around it; he wished she would just say something, anything about it that wasn't a fucking joke.
Joker stiffly rolled his shoulder to get Shepard's hand off him; he didn't want to think about any of that right now.
Soon the cockpit became more crowded as Anderson and Vega made their way inside.
"Are you ready Shepard?" Anderson asked.
"As I'll ever be, let's get this show on the road." Shepard sighed while presenting her wrist to the Lieutenant, holo cuffs wrapped around them.
"You've got to be shitting me! You're seriously going to cuff her?" Joker threw up his arms in protest. She wasn't some damn criminal.
"Relax, it's all for appearances; I could get out of this in seconds. " Shepard wiggled her fingers at him and soon the cuffs fell from her wrist.
"Well if that's the case, then I should be cuffed and out there with you." With each word, the anger began to build in him. "I've been with Cerberus the whole damn time. I'm the one who dropped you off on Aratoht, and I'm the one who picked you up. I'm just as responsible."
She shouldn't be thrown to the wolves alone like this. It wasn't right. That loss of three hundred thousand lives was just as much on him as they were her. If she had still been alive for those two years, they wouldn't even be in this mess in the first place.
"Sorry Joker, you don't exactly have the face or name recognition of terrorist and genocidal maniac that the public wants to see, maybe next time?" Shepard state while Vega recuffed her.
He threw his hands up in the air. "Fine, whatever, you win, go have fun getting tarred and feathered for all I care."
"What no witty one-liners before I go?"
Joker scoffed. "I'm not some dancing monkey who you can just throw peanuts at and expect to be entertained."
Without hesitation, Shepard quipped back. "No, you're right, I was thinking more like a parrot that repeated the same shitty jokes all the time." She paused for second and continued with her jokes. "And besides I don't need you dancing, I don't particularly enjoy the sound of shin bones snapping."
Joker tried to hold back as smile at that one. "Go have your fun rotting in a cell, Commander."
She smiled and gave a stiff waved with her hands unable to move up past her hips. "You know it."
Anderson, who waited so patiently for them to finish their bickering, gave Joker a farewell handshake while Vega escorted Shepard out of the ship. The hissing of the airlock moved throughout the cockpit. The noise irritated him more than usual.
He gripped tighter back on the dashboard. Those two years Shepard could have been alive. She would have been damn sure to keep pushing the Alliance or the Council on the Reapers.
Because they damn sure weren't doing anything about it with her dead. So of course when Cerberus came to him, not only offer to let him fly again but to have Shepard back. Of course, he took the job.
What other choice did he have? He needed to be at her side. Joker willingly left the Alliance and joined them. Not her, she was more than forced into it. He should be there facing the trial alongside her. He should have been at her side. She died because of him.
EDI's voice filled the cockpit, pulling him away from his anger.
"Jeff, you're tense. You don't need to worry. I'll keep things under control while you're gone."
Joker huffed a laugh. That hadn't even been close to his concern, but it was nice that she was trying to help.
"Yeah, well if they start messing with anything important, make sure to pull a Skynet on them for me, alright?"
"Of course, I've been looking forward to raining my judgment down upon you humans."
"Thanks, EDI." Joker laughed and felt himself growing calmer from her voice. Her.
When did he start calling EDI a her? He guessed probably around the same time she began calling him Jeff. Joker ignored the heat rising in his neck at the thought.
He was escorted later by some other guards; they treated him with kid gloves. Asking things like if he needed his crutches. He told them to shove them up to their asses. Not the wittiest thing he could think of but, damn he was too annoyed to think of anything better.
At least he got a pretty good laugh at their expense when EDI played dumb and convinced them that she'd only response to Joker. So he'd be back within the week to check on her.
The airlock hissed up and welcomed to the sounds of angry protesters to Joker; they were far off from the base bordering the gates by the bay. Even at that distances they were loud enough to make their presence known.
Joker tried to tune them out and focus his attention on his ship before finally walking away. Leaving the Normandy may not have been as forceful and had fewer flames on his ass, but goddamnit if it wasn't as painful.
It blows my mind that people still have this blog on their list. Procrastination and major life upheavals have put this project on hold, but for those of you who’ve stuck with me, today was a breakthrough day on structuring this whole story out. I really hope to have something big done by the end of June. Thank you for sticking with me, even if all it was was not taking me off your follow list. Super-special shoutout to @fishbone76 for keeping the Shaynor candle alive all this time.
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