Dialogue the First
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Category:
+M through R › Mass Effect
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
3,591
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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{It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what I feel.}
She enjoyed telling off her new boss. It was the first bit of release she'd had for a long time. She went up to her cabin afterwards. Tired, thirsty. The small refreshment center in her cabin had only juice and high-carb snacks.
EDI chimed politely. "Garrus is outside, Shepard."
She smiled and went to the door. "Come on in!"
He was carrying two bottles, handed her one. "I thought you might need a drink."
She nodded gratefully. "You have no idea how stressed I am right now." She opened the bottle, gestured Garrus to the couch before dropping into a chair herself. Sprawled out, untidy, like a discarded doll. She took a swig.
A kind of peace burned through her at the first touch. Absolution, weak as it was. A soft wicked voice telling her that it wasn't her fault after all.
Garrus settled himself, took a swig from his bottle. "Talk?"
She shook her head. "Not worth the effort."
"So it's all over then?"
She shrugged. "Gotta save the universe." She took another drink, and another. "Don't have time to chase after a half-assed relationship that failed 'cause I was dead."
Words between them were wasted sometimes. He didn't look at her, but around the room. Casually. Not obviously checking for bugs. "Too bad, really. I could actually stand him. He was bearable."
They were too close, sometimes. She could almost hear him, behind the cruel words, promising to help her find him if they all survived. "The worst part is all the men on this ship suck compared to him."
"What about whats-his-face. Jacob?"
She threw back her head and laughed. "No. Just... no. Besides, isn't he Miranda's?"
"Really? Hadn't noticed. Besides, I thought Miranda liked you."
"Oh, Garrus, you need to spend more time studying humans." She shook her head in disbelief. "No, she's not like that." Serenity stared wonderingly at the bottle. It was almost empty, and she didn't remember finishing it.
Garrus grinned. "I can think of worse things to study. Besides...." He finished his bottle and stood up.
Serenity looked curiously up at him, waiting.
"Not just humans on the ship, you know."
"Good night, Garrus."
His grin, wrecked by the scars, was still familiar and safe. She watched him leave.
She leaned back in her chair, put her feet up on the table. Being dead seriously complicated life.
She knew one thing: She couldn't let anyone use Kaidan as bait ever again. She closed her eyes, glad for the excuse of drunkenness to hide her thoughts. She had to keep him away, to protect him. It was the only way.
She drained the bottle, left it on the table.
After that, she found more bottles in her refreshment center. She was amused to note that they were even thoughtful enough to place a few that were clearly labeled "DextroDNA."
EDI chimed politely. "Garrus is outside, Shepard."
She smiled and went to the door. "Come on in!"
He was carrying two bottles, handed her one. "I thought you might need a drink."
She nodded gratefully. "You have no idea how stressed I am right now." She opened the bottle, gestured Garrus to the couch before dropping into a chair herself. Sprawled out, untidy, like a discarded doll. She took a swig.
A kind of peace burned through her at the first touch. Absolution, weak as it was. A soft wicked voice telling her that it wasn't her fault after all.
Garrus settled himself, took a swig from his bottle. "Talk?"
She shook her head. "Not worth the effort."
"So it's all over then?"
She shrugged. "Gotta save the universe." She took another drink, and another. "Don't have time to chase after a half-assed relationship that failed 'cause I was dead."
Words between them were wasted sometimes. He didn't look at her, but around the room. Casually. Not obviously checking for bugs. "Too bad, really. I could actually stand him. He was bearable."
They were too close, sometimes. She could almost hear him, behind the cruel words, promising to help her find him if they all survived. "The worst part is all the men on this ship suck compared to him."
"What about whats-his-face. Jacob?"
She threw back her head and laughed. "No. Just... no. Besides, isn't he Miranda's?"
"Really? Hadn't noticed. Besides, I thought Miranda liked you."
"Oh, Garrus, you need to spend more time studying humans." She shook her head in disbelief. "No, she's not like that." Serenity stared wonderingly at the bottle. It was almost empty, and she didn't remember finishing it.
Garrus grinned. "I can think of worse things to study. Besides...." He finished his bottle and stood up.
Serenity looked curiously up at him, waiting.
"Not just humans on the ship, you know."
"Good night, Garrus."
His grin, wrecked by the scars, was still familiar and safe. She watched him leave.
She leaned back in her chair, put her feet up on the table. Being dead seriously complicated life.
She knew one thing: She couldn't let anyone use Kaidan as bait ever again. She closed her eyes, glad for the excuse of drunkenness to hide her thoughts. She had to keep him away, to protect him. It was the only way.
She drained the bottle, left it on the table.
After that, she found more bottles in her refreshment center. She was amused to note that they were even thoughtful enough to place a few that were clearly labeled "DextroDNA."