Sowing The Seeds of Victory

Some months later...



It was the dead of night, and Kelly and Miranda were either fast asleep or passed out from their exertions with their shared lover and her twin appendages.  Moving gingerly so as not to wake them, Shepard left their bed and made her way down the hall.  She felt the twin Little Shepards recede back inside her as she walked.



Reaching the baby room, she stepped inside and shut the door.  Isaac and Kelly's baby slept soundly for once, and Shepard stood a while there, watching their peaceful faces with a light smile.



The urge had been receding.  Her fears of a constant life of creating more babies with every woman she met had been false after all.  Maybe the Prothean signal was fading from her mind, or maybe the ancient race had programmed some sort of time limit on how long their chosen one would be driven to create the new race of superior biotics.



Regardless, even though the urge was subsiding, her new powers were as strong as ever.  And it was this fact that was giving her sleepless nights.



"I wanted Miranda to believe you were special, Isaac," Shepard said lightly, her voice too low to be heard by any ears other than her own.  "And you know something?  I hope she's right."



She stood and watched Isaac shift in his sleep, and she wondered if in some part of his biotically enhanced mind, that he was hearing this.



"The Protheans were desperate, I know.  They wanted to give the next victims of the Reapers enough power to be able to stand against them.  But I wonder if they considered what would come after.  I feel this power inside me, and I think about all the children out there that I conceived.  Will they be as powerful as I am?  And if they are... what's that going to mean for our world once the Reapers have been defeated?"



A memory came to her mind then, of throbbing music and flashing lights.  As strong a person as Aria T'Loak was, she wasn't strong enough to resist the power that Shepard had over her.  Her private guards hadn't been out of the room for thirty seconds before the crime lord was naked and sweating on top of her, Shepard's cock thrust deep inside her.



She thought about that child, being raised by a vicious crime-lord.  And the powers that child would have as her disposal, and what they would capable of once they came of age.



Other women came to her mind.  Mercenaries and criminals, vicious murderers and heartless thugs.  What would the future hold for those children, and the abilities they had been granted?



"You, Isaac," Shepard said to the sleeping child, "You are my hope.  When I conceived you with Miranda, I thought about how special you would be to her, and I felt something then.  As if something extra was being put inside you, something more than all the other children I created.   Maybe it was my imagination, I don't know.  But I'd like to think it was a sign.  A sign that you would be more powerful than the rest of them."



She would raise him right.  Raise him to be a good man, to be the best man he was capable of.  She, Miranda, Kelly... they would ensure that if any of the others used their powers for evil, that their abilities would be nothing compared to the power of Isaac Shepard-Lawson.



It wasn't a guarantee that what the Protheans had wrought wouldn't come to a bad end.  But it was hope, and when it came to the future, sometimes hope is all you have.



"Good night, Isaac," Shepard whispered, and the door slid shut behind her as she left.