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Shane still wasn’t entirely sure what had possessed her to visit Akuze on the tenth anniversary of her life falling apart before her eyes. So much had happened since then, and she wasn’t sure if she should be grateful that Akuze ever happened. 

Her hand, bare of glove or gauntlet, rested against the smooth marble of the statue that had been erected in her honor. Toombs had eventually died with the doctors citing complications from the experiments that Cerberus had done on him. All that had done was make her worry that much more about Jack. Yet not once did she think of herself and all Cerberus had done to her. 

“Garrus told me once that sacrifice is expected of turians. You don’t erect monuments to your heroes,” Shane said quietly, looking over her shoulder. 

“Maybe other turians. You sacrificed a lot, Shepard, and that should be honored,” Nihlus replied, mandibles flaring gently. 

Shane gave a soft snort before taking a long pull of the bottle in her free hand. She sighed, resting her forehead on the cool marble. 

“I shouldn’t be honored for living by sure dumb luck. This should be for my unit, for Toombs.” 

She heard the dirt crunch underfoot as Nihlus closed the distance. 

“Your name is well known. You shouldn’t blame yourself for that. You didn’t ask for this to be built in your honor.”

Shane sighed, eyes clenching tightly. 

“I should destroy this whole fucking lie,” she muttered, and almost seemed like she was about to before simply just taking a couple unsteady steps backward. Nihlus caught her by the elbow. With his other hand he tilted her head up so their eyes could connect. 

“Toombs wouldn’t blame you for this,” he said carefully. Shane’s time before the SR-1 days were well documented but he had often skated through that part of her life, only needing to know if she could get the job done, if she could be a proper Spectre. 

“He blamed me for plenty,” she argued before emptying the rest of the bottle into her mouth. Before Nihlus could do anything she flung the bottle at the monument. It shattered on impact, the pieces of glass falling to the ground. 

It was only when the last shard had dropped that Shane finally allowed her shoulders to slump as she worked hard at keeping the tears from forming. For a moment Nihlus stood a literal arm’s length away, unsure exactly what the proper action would be. The Commander had always worked to keep her softer emotions hidden from the galaxy. She had called it having a reputation to uphold. 

Turned out he didn’t have to do anything, as Shane simply dropped her head against the turian’s chest, jaw clenched as she tried to keep a cap on everything but the silent sobs racking her body gave her away. 

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“Well at least you said please this time,” she muttered, shifting slightly under his weight and pushing him up higher on her shoulder. “Also there’s nothin’ just about a twisted ankle, Mr. I Move Faster On My Own.”

She probably could have kept going, using her biotics as energy conserves to keep moving. But as it was he could put pressure on the extremity but she’d rather not his ankle get more fucked up thanks to being such a stubborn ass.

“Hn. Commander I have ran on a broken limb before I’m sure I can manage walking the rest of the way to your medbay,” the turian chided almost directly into her ear. With his ankle in the state it was, he was almost her height now thanks to having to stoop slightly. 

“Now you’re just being difficult. And a show-off,” she returned. 

Two stubborn asses each with the attained status of “Spectre” generally meant arguments were not easily won. By either of them. 

She did however put him down as requested once they did get to the medbay. 

“Happy now?” she said, snorting softly. 

“A bit. I’m never going to convince you that I’m fine am I?”

“You’re slower when you’re injured. Plenty of people would take advantage of that.” 

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“Yeah but for what purpose?” Shane replied, running her fingers through her hair while squinting slightly. She couldn’t remember the last time Miranda had been dressed up like that before. The red dress was one thing. But this? But then... she supposed it was all a part of a grander scheme. 

“Distraction. Clearly it’s working. Jealous, Commander?” Shane hadn’t been a Commander since the end of the war, but the ex Cerberus op liked bringing up the rank from time-to-time almost like a term of endearment. 

“Me? Jealous? Of what? Who? It’s a job, right? I just... don’t get why it has to go so short,” Shane replied, fingers wiggling slightly at her sides as if to emphasize her whole point. 

“Because while my short skirt is distracting certain people, you can complete your assignment that I’m technically not even helping you with, but I figured you could use the leg up. Some of us are better charmers than others.”

Shane could totally be a charmer if she wanted to be. And a part of her wanted to stop Miranda from going now entirely because of the dress code. She made a face then snorted. 

“I... I guess. S’long as I’m the only getting under it.”

“No promises,” Miranda teased, turning to head out the door with heels clacking on tile. 

send me a ship and one of these and i’ll write a mini fic 15. things you said with too many miles between us

“I’m only seven hours ahead of Normandy time.”

“I’ll be fine, I just have a few things to do.”

But those few things turn into a few more things. And I’ll call you soon turns into I’ll call you tomorrow, this weekend, you and me QEC 0800 next week. 

Until eventually you can’t remember when you last heard the other person talk. 

The last time she had heard a turian’s voice in her ear was Garrus. And Garrus simply was not Nihlus. The flanging was wrong, the burr, the rumble. The… everything. 

QEC. Next Tuesday. Reply? the question mark at the end kept blinking, but Shane wasn't entirely sure about her answer. Eventually she keyed in 'yes'.

Next tuesday, 2000 hours Normandy time.

But, as expected that time was a swing and a miss, with a hastily tapped out apology that Shane would always accept. It was war, and Nihlus was too damn stuck in his ways to slow down, to take her offer about staying full time on the Normandy. How could she be mad about that?

Shore leave was coming up, and both Anderson and Hackett were badgering her to take it instead of 'pretending' to take it.

You'll be fine, Shepard. I doubt anyone is going to try to kill you on shore leave twice. it was meant to be a joke, it was meant to be flippant. But Nihlus would be lying if he said he wasn't worried whenever Shane had leave and was away from the Normandy and her arsenal, even with her biotics. He knew she was talented, he knew she was good at what she did. He never brought it up except as a joke.

But it would kill him if his jokes ever came true. But he said them anyways. It was just what you had to do during wartime. You joke and you don’t think about the implications.

Tomorrow, 1900 hours. The most recent QEC date. He hoped both of them would make it to this one this time. Nothing to do but wait. Shane didn't sleep that entire night. She got to speak with him for three whole minutes before his side of the QEC died when he went through an electrical storm.

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I DIIID AND I WILL WRITE IT I PROMISE I LOVE THEM WEEPS IT JUST TAKES ME A BILLION YEARS