#shought

tagged by the always lovely @bronzieinthedas Thank you, friend!

It’s Tuesday Anyday, and that means digging around in our past WIPs for something to share. Maybe it’s something we’ll never get back to, or maybe it’s something we wonder why we ever abandoned, but go look, grab and excerpt, and post it for others to see.

In true spirit of this tag, I will dig into my Google Docs folders for something I haven't even bothered to port over to Ellipsus to keep working on.

This is from Mirror Mirror, a Shought (Shepard/Jack) fic that I would love to keep working on. I just haven't had the muse for it, lately.

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Shunk. Whrrrrr. Shunk. Whrrrr. 

Shepard’s spending more time using the garbage compactor. It does more to calm her than the booze in the lounge. And she doesn’t think she can handle Kasumi’s chipper attitude at the moment. So she steals some gin from Zaeed’s locker and drinks it right in front of him. “Captain’s privilege” she mutters before he can say anything. 

“You’re gonna replace that, Shepard?”

“They did this to children?” Miranda whispers, barely audible. Maybe bringing Miranda was a mistake, but if this mission didn’t make her see the light, Shepard didn’t know what would. And maybe it’s working. If Jack doesn’t kill her first. 

Shepard probably shouldn’t drink gin. It gets her drunk faster than most anything else. Maybe that’s why she picked it over the whiskey and scotch. It’s good shit, too. Zaeed might have actually spent more money on this than his latest rifle. Maybe. 

“They bought poor kids from their parents back on Earth--kidnapped kids from the colonies.”

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BYE I DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING WAIR WIEWA

IRW

WAIT