I really would like to know how James, Steve and Joker managed to sneak a tree onto the crew deck without my knowing.
They rebuilt Mindoir. It wasn’t the same.
There was a part of me on the SR1 that had always been close with Garrus, but I don’t think it was until Omega in that moment where I thought I truly lost him that I began to realize that I cared for him more then a friend.
And I haven’t looked back on that day since.
He has on several occasions to be honest and I’ve only ever been nothing more then completely open with him.
It sort of comes with the whole relationship package.
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What festive nonsense are they trying to get you to wear?
….a hat. A fluffy red hat.
I don’t care if it’s in the spirit of the festivities you could not pay me enough to get a Holo of that thing on my head.
There was only so much he could take, only so much she would be willing to give. The weight of everything caved in on the turian as a new emotion flashed in his electric blue eyes, brow plate furrowing as his talons curled, making firm fists.
The Garrus Shepard knew was checking out; the one who would sooner retreat into himself, putting her concerns, worries, and problems first and tending to himself later. This Garrus, the one whose voice rose to levels he didn’t know he possessed and octaves too deep, even for a krogan, was losing his mind. All the darkness that filled the room dissipated, seeping into the turian’s body, his anger reaching an all-time high as he reached for Jane’s shoulders, gripping them tightly before forcefully shoving her against the nearest wall to his left, pointing at her with a single digit, condemnation in his body language.
"You don’t know what it’s like to have a family, Shepard! You have no one! You might think you 'get it' but you have no idea what it’s like. Your family is dead! I am responsible for mine, but I can’t do anything to help them. Do you know what that’s like?! Of course not!”
His entire frame moved with his erratic breathing, his chest heaving as his eyes caught sight of red on the talon that was extended towards the commander. Blood.
Garrus’ eyes widened in horror, his mind completely wiped out. Slowly, he held out both hands in front of them, palms up when he realized the blood was obviously not his own. ”Oh, Spirits,” he breathed, looking up to see the source of the blood coming from Shepard’s left shoulder where her uniform was torn; an open wound, a gash revealed the place he had grabbed and torn in his rage.
He was frozen in place, his mandible hanging open in shock and shame, shaking his head ever so slightly. “Jane…I-I…” What could he possibly say to make this right? How could he ever atone for losing everything that made him who he was?
“I’m so sorry.”
The movement was so unexpected that Shepard had nearly lost her balance in the process and found herself thankful for the wall behind her that kept her upright despite being thrown up against it.
Bringing up something like Mindoir was a low blow, but bringing up the most hateful thing in a spit of rage was only natural and she was sure that none of it was ever intentional. It was in this moment that she wanted to lash out back at him. To tell him every worthless moment she felt back on that colony as she watched her own parents bleed out on the floor in front of her because she was too helpless to save them or even to fight back.
But fighting fire with fire would only cause a bigger flame and that was something nobody needed.
The Commander took a deep breath her tone low as she spoke in the small space between the two. Grey eyes locked with blue as she tried one final time at reason. “You’re right I don’t. But I’d like to think I have a family now on this ship. I’d like to consider Tali, and Anderson a part of family…hell even Joker. And you…Garrus. Sure none of you may be blood, I lost my chance out on that a long time ago…but this, this thing I have here is something worth fighting for.”
There was yet another momentary silence before she spoke again. “I’m sorry about your family Garrus, but you and I both know they’ll get the hell out of there one way another. They’ll get through this..you all will and you will see them again. ”
Shepard hadn’t noticed the blood that painted her arm until Garrus had said something. It wasn’t an unnoticeable wound either but she supposed that that’s what adrenaline would do to you in a time like this. It would block out the pain. Immediately her hand went over the mark in an attempt to stop the bleeding as she offered a smile. “It’s fine, just a scratch. I’m more worried about you.”
"Are you going to be okay?"
As Shepard reached out for him, Garrus snatched his arm away almost as if her touch would burn him. Vivid images of his family flashed behind his eyes as he paced, thinking about their safety and where they were at that very moment. More than anything, it hurt that he wouldn’t be able to protect them; an underlying emotion buried deep within the layers of his anger.
The commander whispered his name, his eyes snapping back to latch into her gray gaze, daring her to say another word. He couldn’t imagine what Jane was seeing as he continued swinging it anything that would give under the force of his hand.
"No!" he yelled, stopping in his tracks as he towered over her, an eerie darkness filling the space around them. "No, don’t pretend to understand what I’m feeling right now! You…you don’t get it. These aren’t just my people, they’re my blood!"
Garrus’ mouth was moving without his permission, his mandibles flaring as he stood still, his feet rooted right in front of the redhead. “You know nothing, Shepard. You don’t know what it’s like to feel helpless, unable to do anything but stand by and let the enemy destroy everything you’re fighting for.”
Any other woman might have stormed out of the room in tears. But no Jane. She was no ordinary woman, she was a soldier. Built for both steel, shrapnel and venom this is what she had trained for. This wasn’t him, she got that. The shadow before her was merely a shell of a man driven by rage.Rage could be good and according to an old mercenary it was a hell of an anesthetic. At the end of the day that anger and emotion could be what drove a person, as long as it didn’t drive the person over the edge. Which was what she feared most.
”I get it, Garrus!” she said raising her voice a little more then she expected. There was blood coursing through her veins at an alarming rate and she found herself catching on to the beats of her own heart as if that were the only thing keeping her tethered to reality while she tried to piece back together the person she cared about in this galaxy more then anything.
The woman’s movements were persistent and she didn’t stop trying not for an instant even if that meant squaring up against his form to stare him down. ”You of all people should know that I get that better then anyone. You think I like being up here away from Earth. That I’m not down there on that planet that’s being shot to hell while the man I admire the most is putting his life on the line so that we might get another chance to defeat this thing.”
“You think I don’t know about feeling worthless while I watch an entire galaxy fall apart in a race to try and save it. “ Now that had been unexpected and all at once she regretted saying such a thing because all at once his features twisted into a snarl and she knew that she was about to pay the price for it.