Sins of the Father, Sins of the Flesh
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+M through R › Mass Effect
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
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3,746
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
1
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Shepard in the Afterlife
“Docking at Omega in five minutes.”
Shepard was waiting by the airlock when Mordin and Thane arrived. “Where the hell have you been?” she snapped, ignoring that fact that she’d called them not three minutes before. She didn’t see the look the two men traded. She was only thinking about why Aria wanted to see her, and how she knew that Aria liked Mordin, and how she was betting the asari would be intrigued by Thane.
She wanted Aria reassured and amused by a familiar face, intrigued by an exotic one, wanted to find the smallest advantage she could exploit. She thought Aria might be desperate, even though she’d die before she showed it; god knew Shepard was. There was something for her here, she knew it. It was in that unexpected “please;” it was in the tremor EDI had picked out in Aria’s voice.
There was a thread here, she thought, and if she pulled it just right…she knew it would lead her to Garrus.
The airlock opened, and the two men moved to flank her. Thane moved gracefully to point; Shepard fell back a pace. Mordin slipped beside her and matched her rhythm, then slowed his own steps, and sure enough, hers slowed to match them.
He leaned in close and spoke to her in a whisper, mouth barely moving. “Shepard. Some advice.”
She looked at him, and he saw the look of the hound on the scent, straining at the leash, in her eyes.
“Calm down.”
Shepard quirked an eyebrow.
His hand closed on her shoulder in a surprisingly strong grip. “Calm down. Aria sees everything. Almost as perceptive as me.”
Strained as she was, she smiled. “Good. Keep control. For Garrus’s sake,” he said, trapping her eyes with his.
Shepard stopped for a moment, closed her eyes, took a deep breath. When she opened them again, she was no longer a woman desperate to find her friend; she wore the mantle of Commander Shepard, who’d faced down enemies more fearsome than Aria could ever be.
The docking area doors opened and Omega proper came into view, dominated by the entrance to Afterlife, positioned purposely to be first thing you saw. The crowd parted; the bouncers looked at them, just as quickly looked away, and the doors of Afterlife opened.
Shepard was waiting by the airlock when Mordin and Thane arrived. “Where the hell have you been?” she snapped, ignoring that fact that she’d called them not three minutes before. She didn’t see the look the two men traded. She was only thinking about why Aria wanted to see her, and how she knew that Aria liked Mordin, and how she was betting the asari would be intrigued by Thane.
She wanted Aria reassured and amused by a familiar face, intrigued by an exotic one, wanted to find the smallest advantage she could exploit. She thought Aria might be desperate, even though she’d die before she showed it; god knew Shepard was. There was something for her here, she knew it. It was in that unexpected “please;” it was in the tremor EDI had picked out in Aria’s voice.
There was a thread here, she thought, and if she pulled it just right…she knew it would lead her to Garrus.
The airlock opened, and the two men moved to flank her. Thane moved gracefully to point; Shepard fell back a pace. Mordin slipped beside her and matched her rhythm, then slowed his own steps, and sure enough, hers slowed to match them.
He leaned in close and spoke to her in a whisper, mouth barely moving. “Shepard. Some advice.”
She looked at him, and he saw the look of the hound on the scent, straining at the leash, in her eyes.
“Calm down.”
Shepard quirked an eyebrow.
His hand closed on her shoulder in a surprisingly strong grip. “Calm down. Aria sees everything. Almost as perceptive as me.”
Strained as she was, she smiled. “Good. Keep control. For Garrus’s sake,” he said, trapping her eyes with his.
Shepard stopped for a moment, closed her eyes, took a deep breath. When she opened them again, she was no longer a woman desperate to find her friend; she wore the mantle of Commander Shepard, who’d faced down enemies more fearsome than Aria could ever be.
The docking area doors opened and Omega proper came into view, dominated by the entrance to Afterlife, positioned purposely to be first thing you saw. The crowd parted; the bouncers looked at them, just as quickly looked away, and the doors of Afterlife opened.