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The Friend Zone"So then he says, 'Oh, it's okay. Our amino acids are all different, so it's not like we can get diseases or anything if we go natural'."
"I'm telling you, this is why you shouldn't date humans."
"So then I had to explain about cross-species fluid contact. Completely killed the mood."
"Not to mention that you're a quarian. How could he be so insensitive? You deserve somebody who's going to respect you. Somebody who's going to treat you right."
"Oh, I think I'm just going to stop dating for a while."
"No! Don't do that. Don't let some human spoil you."
"It's always the same thing. 'Ooh, she could get sick. Ooh, she's vulnerable. I wonder what she looks like under the helmet'."
"You'll find someone out there who cares about you for who you are. Someone whose food you can eat, even. If you're hurting for something to do, maybe after work we could catch a vid or something?"
"Oh, that's sweet, but a little dry spell isn't going to kill me."
"We could watch 'Fleet and Flotilla', it got award
Between HeartbeatsNote: The realm of Mass Effect,characters, lore and locations are property of Bioware.
A more personal note: This is the first fanfic that I will be sharing with anyone. As I have read a great deal of ME based fanfic I have taken a liking to certain ideas about the world and the things in it. If you spot one of these and it's too close to home for you and would like credit or would like me to change it please do not hesitate to get my attention. Also I only just joined DA so if I'm doing something wrong or 'illegal' please let me know.
P.S. I have taken a fair amount of liberty with the story line, don't hate me but this is MY Shepard and how I see the events that unfold.
[Commander] A disjointed voice was pulling Ricca from her revery. This was the first night cycle where she was finally able to fall asleep standing up in the claustrophobic pod. Every other Alliance ship she had ever been on was big enough that the crew actually had bunks, but the Normandy was no
Baby Makes Three
((Mass Effect. Garrus/FemShep))
(Shepard has been dealing with a baby Turian on the Normandy for a while. Garrus makes her think about why she's keeping him there.))
Commander Shepard was used to long days. As she rubbed the back of her neck on her way toward the elevator she reflected that people seemed to think she was invulnerable. When you were the savior of the galaxy several times over, people tended to forget that you needed little things like food and rest. It was as if they expected you to be able to live on heroism alone.
At least she finally had some time to herself. After chasing a group of slavers down, coming back to find the Alliance brass was waiting to speak to her over the comm, and arguing with them for another hour, she was able to end her shift. She was going to go back to her cabin, finally get a hot shower, then fall into bed.
However, when she finally reached the elevator, Traynor
ME: SurpriseShepard was not surprised to find Garrus away from the control console in the main battery when she walked in. It had been a bit of a shock at first, but she was glad he had figured out that he didn't need to be calibrating that damn gun all the time. The only downside was having to hunt all over the ship for him when she wanted his company, although he had taken a liking to the lounge area, making that her usual first stop when looking for him.
This time, however, she quickly realized that it wouldn't be needed. A glanced showed that he was over at the workbench that he been installed on the right wall. He'd half turned to see her come in and seemed frozen now.
"Shepard." He said by way of greeting. "Hey." Shepard felt her eyes narrow slightly. Although he was trying to keep his voice level, his mandibles were twitching nervously and he had turned slightly to the side to hide whatever he was working on. "Some
Title: The Entry
Game: Mass Effect 3
Disclaimer: Owned by Bioware
So, this is an unusual departure for me. I am on my third run of ME3 and I was staring at my FemShep who is romancing Garrus and I finally figured something out about her. I don't know why I figured this out about her but I did at like 9 morning it wasn't intentional but I just looked at her, the way I played the game, and I came up with why she acts this way in my head. I'm not trying to be ground breaking or a revolutionary with this. Hell I'm probably taking a great risk posting this the way it is. And this is why Bioware is so awesome because they gave us something that could inspire this, though the thought on closure is rather uh...yeah. This is my MAIN FemShep and I have 4 more FemSheps and six MSheps. Each one unique and varied but for her I just realized this is why she fights, is a kind soul, and does what she does the way she does it and I just wanted to
ME: Nail Care
On her first night together with Garrus, Shepard had been mildly concerned about the talons that she knew turians possessed. She trusted Garrus with all of her heart and knew that he never intentionally harm her, but there was that instinctual distrust of sharp claws near her softer human flesh. Of course she had been thinking of entirely different things by the time that evening reached the stage where his gloves came off, and then she didn't' have the luxury to think about minor details until after they had blow the Collector base to bits.
Being under house arrest had given her more than enough time to think, and Garrus was one of the happy memories she had she to stave on the crushing boredom. One of the questions those memories brought up was if turian anatomy charts and Alliance descriptions of turian talons as 'vicious natural weapons' were overly exaggerated or if Garrus had blunted his just for her.
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Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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