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Chapter 15, Bad Dreams

“She won’t talk to me.” Liara turned to Garrus with a sad smile. 

“She’s been through a lot, Liara. Six months in lockdown only to be fed to the wolves right out of the gate. Kaidan has to be messing with her head. She loved him at one point, ya know.” Garrus spun his chair around and walked back behind the bar to fix himself another drink.

James sat in one of the cozy armchairs, looking out into the sea of stars that surrounded them. He had come here to wrap his mind around all that was happening and it seemed to be a popular thought. He’d caught Altea on her way out but she looked and sounded exhausted, so he’d kissed her cheek and let her go. Now, he sat listening to a conversation he wasn’t sure he should be a part of. He couldn’t interject. That would let them know there was more going on between them than was appropriate. But he couldn’t stop himself from overhearing what was being said.

“Yeah, she mentioned that.” Liara fidgeted with the glass in her hand. “Well, no. That wasn’t exactly it. But she said that she had so much on her mind that she was restless and not sleeping well. Nightmares. Ash, Kaidan, Saren. It’s all becoming a jumble in her brain but she hasn’t spoken to me beyond that. Even when Kaidan got hurt, she pushed me away.” Liara shot a look over her shoulder at him and he attempted to hide his face in his drink, to make it look like he hadn’t just caught something interesting in the course of this conversation. 

“Liara, you worry too much. She’ll be fine.” James was sure the Turian was trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to comfort the Asari. 

“You didn’t see her yesterday. I went up to talk to her about the Prothean device and she was stumbling around like a drunkard. She could barely stand up. I’m pretty sure she’s running on protein packs and medi-gel. She’s going to burn out soon if we don’t help her.” She seemed sad about the fact that Altea hadn’t wanted to continue their conversation. 

James couldn’t blame Altea. He’d seen enough horrors in his life that he had problems sleeping at night but he was pretty sure the Commander had faced ten times what he had. He sat and listened to them a while longer. Liara continued to voice her concerns and the Turian continued to gently talk her down. It wasn’t like a father to a child or even a lover to their lover but one born of the mutual understanding of another person. He’d noticed moments like these more and more as Altea’s crew grew. These people had served together for quite some time and had bonded over some of the worst moments in their shared histories. 

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Alliance Turn Over, Chapter One 

“Commander Shepard, Lieutenant Vega.” Anderson gestured to each of them in turn. 

Vega seemed to collect himself then. His mouth closed and his body took on a rigid military stance as he saluted. “Commander.”

“The Lieutenant here will oversee your security detail. He has been assigned as your jailor and your liaison. Should you require anything, you need only to ask him. We will make this as painless as possible until your hearing.” The last was almost whispered as if he were trying to be discreet. It wouldn’t do for the media to catch wind that she would be treated differently than any other prisoner. Nor would it do her any favors for the brass to catch wind of the Admiral’s idea of confinement. 

“Understood, Sir.” Finally, she was given liberty to stand at ease. 

Chapter 14, Priority Palaven: Menae

Palaven burned.

Altea had been staring at the monitor as the shuttle flew into Menae. She could see the grids and lines of the Turian homeworld. The ones that were standard in mapping out the terrain. But, as the shuttle moved in closer, the image shifted to real-time. The red haze on the horizon. The machines. She’d witnessed the devastation on Earth but that was up close and personal. She had no idea how much of her home planet looked like what she was seeing now. Fuck, she thought. Fuckity, fuck, fuck.

It didn’t matter that she was a space child. All humans had the right to call Earth home. Just as any Turian had the right to call Palaven home. She’d heard the numbers, read the reports but this was an all too realistic view of what both the human race and the Turian’s were facing. Her stomach lurched as her worries for Garrus’ safety tried to claw their way out of her belly.

Liara, lost in her own thoughts, finally looked up to the monitors. Altea heard her breathy, “Oh no… no... Palaven.” The Asari twisted her fingers together as she watched the devastation play out, saw the ships that now surrounded them.

James stood across from her, worry etched in the lines of his brow as he looked between the two of them. Altea could tell he wanted to wrap his arms around her and tell her everything would be alright but Liara didn’t know about them and the less the crew knew, the better. This was so new that neither of them wanted to deal with the fall out should someone not approve of their relationship.

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Chapter 11, Here to Mars - Part 2

James was growing weary of being tossed about like a rag doll as he tried unsuccessfully to hone in on Shepard’s location. Usually, flights didn’t bother him but this one, he was on the verge of getting seasick… airsick. He wasn’t sure what the proper term was for it, all he knew was that if he didn’t find Altea soon, he’d have to land and purge the tide rolling in his gut.

Searching the horizon, he tried to find any sign or signal that the Commander had made it to her desired destination. As he was about to give up hope, red plumes of fire, followed by the pitch-black smoke of explosives could be seen coming from the tram rail. It had to be her. Those weren’t the type of explosives they had brought with them but he would bet money it had been Cerberus’s way of trying to stop them.