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It’s late. I know it’s late. I’m tired, but something keeps waking me. Something inside me calls me awake when I start to doze. It warns me of something horrid that may occur. So I stay awake, my eyes focused on my turian. He’s bathed in the blue glow from the aquarium, the light dances off his plates and highlights his clan markings. Suddenly he stirs. A turian takes up a lot of space when still, but when in motion they could take up a whole room if they felt like it. His body trembles, and I wonder what he’s dreaming about. His talons dig into my hip in a painful way. “Garrus, baby, you’re hurtin

Garrus peaked out into the mess hall from his place in the main battery. It was silent except for the natural hum of the ship’s core. Slowly, he moved through the ship, finding his way to the kitchen. “Strawberries,” he muttered to himself, searching the cupboards for the pointed red fruit. “Strawberries,” he muttered again, shoving tubes of dextro-friendly paste aside. “Bottom drawer, in the fridge, they’re next to the diced watermelon,” said Seraphina, popping her head from around the corner. Her sapphire eyes watched him curiously. “What do you need strawberries for?” she asked,

"I have something for you," Garrus said, flicking his mandibles in a roguish grin. He held his hands behind his back, leaning back and forth on the balls of his feet. "I think you'll like it." Rylee smiled, and her emerald eyes smiled with her. "Oh really?" she asked, tipping to the left a little. She'd had just a bit too much to drink. "What'd you get me?" Garrus tapped her nose gently with the tip of his talon. "Close your eyes," he said softly, in a way that sent shivers up her spine. She obliged, pressing her eyes shut tight. Her cheeks flushed pink in anticipation. He raised his right hand over their heads, leaning down so he was a f

"Explain this to me one more time, Rylee," Garrus said, watching as Kasumi bounced around, hanging up streams of red and green lights. Even Grunt, Zaeed, and Jack came up from the Engineering Deck to join in on the transformation of the Normandy. Rylee smiled at him in an overly kind way. "Christmas," she said, that smile not leaving her mouth. Her fingers moved again to her head as she clipped in another warm green strip of hair. "It's a human holiday, Garrus. You can celebrate it with the rest of the crew or not. No one will hold it against you either way." "Is anyone else not celebrating?" he asked, feeling the answer to already be no.

Rayne had never complained about the crew quarters on Alliance vessels when she first started out. It was sufficient for a woman of her station and it was comfortable enough. But over the past few years she'd become spoiled. She had private quarters, fish tank, private bathroom, desk, couch, and plenty of space to spare. Now she didn't even have a bunk. There wasn't much space left over with the full crew. So Rayne found a place to rest wherever she could. The Med-bay a couple of times, borrowed Liara's chair whenever Liara was on missions. She even napped in Nihlus' bunk when it wasn't in use by either Nihlus or Soren. It wasn't the best s

"So, let me get this straight. You quit being an idiot long enough to tell her everthing. And somehow managed to dance around the part where you tell her you love her. Is that right?" Solona asked, her moss green eyes boring into him with frustration. Garrus had been avoiding his sister since he got home. But when a Vakarian sets their mind to something...there's nothing you can do to stop them. They sat in his room at a stalemate while Garrus silently cursed himself for not locking the door before having some "alone time". Slowly, though, Solana managed to coax out information, and occasionally needed to pause to compose herself. When he a

"What're turian kids like, Garrus?" Rylee asked from her awkward place on the couch. Her head hung over the seat and her back lay on the cushion with her feet straight up against the wall. To Garrus, this was a feat of flexibility he adored. "Little terrors," he said honestly, turning to look down at her. "No way!" Rylee protested. "I thought they'd be like little kittens." Garrus smiled with a slight flick of his mandibles. "Kittens are little terrors." At this she narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms in an awkward attempt to be frustrated with him. She wasn't to good at it. What with being upside down and all. "What about you then?"

Cracks in a slab of maple wood molded into fringe, mandibles, a nose, little places for eyes, and that odd mouth of his. Shaved chunks from Earth's most frozen glacier shaped into two small, perfectly round eyes. Winding, sinewy branches with bird talons caught on the tips. Garrus was always quite a sight. But he was something else entirely while he slept. Rylee liked to think of things to compare him to. Just to see how poetically majestic she could make her predator boyfriend sound. Tonight he was a tree. Maybe tomorrow he'd be a dinosaur again. Or a very massive, featherless bird. Perhaps a cat even. But a new thought hit her. And a ne

"Grunt," Garrus said, his voice coated with his attempt to not sound the least bit rattled. "What're you doing with Rylee and Kelly?" "Weight-lifting!" Kelly said, giggling slightly, the way you only could when the blood was rushing to your head so fast you could hear it in your ears. Kelly went up by her ankles as Rylee came closer to the ground by hers. The two giggled at the bewildered expression on Garrus' face. Everything seemed funnier now that they were upside down and being used as weights. Quickly and without much effort, Grunt managed to yank Kelly upwards to grab her by the waist and begin to lift her up over his head while sti

"Shut up," Rylee Shepard said, gritting her teeth to keep herself from exploding in a fit of biotic rage. Mother or not, Hannah Shepard would be launched across the room like anyone else if Rylee didn't keep her shit together. "Ry," her mother began, her voice soft. She was attempting to be soothing the way a mother only could. But Hannah had never been good at mothering. One of the reasons Rylee was an only child. Suddenly Rylee hated her mother for that, too. If she had someone other than her mother...someone else to share this grief with... A vase flew across the room, shattering in thousands of little shiny pieces. "Don't call me that,