Dialogue the First
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+M through R › Mass Effect
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
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3,586
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1
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{I just want you to be able to have some kind of normal life. We can never have that, don't you see?}
"Not going out tonight?" Garrus stared quizzically at her.
"Nah, Kaidan and I have other plans."
"You know, you've gotten real boring all of a sudden."
She shrugged, a sly little grin adorning her face. "Kaidan doesn't think so."
"Is this about that stupid fight?"
"I guess so. Why?"
Garrus rolled his eyes. "Figures. You scared the hell out of him, so he's reforming you."
Serenity frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"Hrm." Garrus considered. "It's nothing. Have fun with Kaidan."
"Garrus."
"What?" Garrus gazed at her. Honest Turian eyes.
"What... what exactly did I do anyway?"
Garrus leaned back in the couch. Relaxed. "I'm not surprised you don't remember. It wasn't pleasant."
She sat down slowly across from him. Eyes locked. "Tell me. The truth."
"There isn't really much. It's just that there were other people who took a swing at Kaidan. Only the batarian got the shit beat out of him for it. And you wouldn't stop. We pulled you off him twice, trying to give him a chance to get away. To be honest, I don't think it was the alcohol that did it."
Her eyes were no longer looking at Garrus, but through him. At some distant point in the past. "It probably didn't help any."
"Wanna talk about it?"
She shook her head. Shook off the memories as well.
"Wanna come out for a drink?"
That brought her back all the way. "No, seriously, he's got plans. Good ones!" She grinned. "You'd be jealous."
Garrus raised an Turian eyebrow, moving his flanges in question.
"We're going out to dinner."
"Dinner?" Garrus stared. "Wait, dinner, or... dinner? Are you going to be wearing a dress?"
"A haute couture original from the House of Zaitsev. Costs more than some colonies. Bright red."
Garrus shook his head in mock disgust. "Why don't these things ever happen to me?"
She laughed. "Come on, I have to go pick up my jewels from the bank."
Arm in arm, they left the ship. Friends. Possibly a little more. Garrus knew he didn't stand a chance against Kaidan, and Serenity respected him too much to pretend she didn't know what he was thinking. They respected each other enough to know the limits. Friends.
"Nah, Kaidan and I have other plans."
"You know, you've gotten real boring all of a sudden."
She shrugged, a sly little grin adorning her face. "Kaidan doesn't think so."
"Is this about that stupid fight?"
"I guess so. Why?"
Garrus rolled his eyes. "Figures. You scared the hell out of him, so he's reforming you."
Serenity frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"Hrm." Garrus considered. "It's nothing. Have fun with Kaidan."
"Garrus."
"What?" Garrus gazed at her. Honest Turian eyes.
"What... what exactly did I do anyway?"
Garrus leaned back in the couch. Relaxed. "I'm not surprised you don't remember. It wasn't pleasant."
She sat down slowly across from him. Eyes locked. "Tell me. The truth."
"There isn't really much. It's just that there were other people who took a swing at Kaidan. Only the batarian got the shit beat out of him for it. And you wouldn't stop. We pulled you off him twice, trying to give him a chance to get away. To be honest, I don't think it was the alcohol that did it."
Her eyes were no longer looking at Garrus, but through him. At some distant point in the past. "It probably didn't help any."
"Wanna talk about it?"
She shook her head. Shook off the memories as well.
"Wanna come out for a drink?"
That brought her back all the way. "No, seriously, he's got plans. Good ones!" She grinned. "You'd be jealous."
Garrus raised an Turian eyebrow, moving his flanges in question.
"We're going out to dinner."
"Dinner?" Garrus stared. "Wait, dinner, or... dinner? Are you going to be wearing a dress?"
"A haute couture original from the House of Zaitsev. Costs more than some colonies. Bright red."
Garrus shook his head in mock disgust. "Why don't these things ever happen to me?"
She laughed. "Come on, I have to go pick up my jewels from the bank."
Arm in arm, they left the ship. Friends. Possibly a little more. Garrus knew he didn't stand a chance against Kaidan, and Serenity respected him too much to pretend she didn't know what he was thinking. They respected each other enough to know the limits. Friends.