N7 Month: Day 6 - Omega
Stolen moments was all Omega would ever be to Shepard.
Kaidan turned over in Shepard’s arms, the red light streaming through the window showing him wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that John never imagined a year ago as he laid in this same motel dreaming of Kaidan in this bed with him.
Kaidan stirred, opened his eyes to slits, just enough to fix his gaze on Shepard staring down at him.
“Can’t sleep?” he muttered. Shepard tried to shush him back to sleep, but Kaidan nuzzled up under his chin with a questioning hum again.
“A little bit, yeah.”
“What’s up?” Kaidan pushing himself up the pillow and out of Shepard’s grip, and Shepard wished he would just settle and go back to sleep.
“Guess I’m not as worn-out as I thought I was, that’s all.”
“Yeah. I forgot that eighteen hours ago you were running all over this place clearing out Cerberus,” Kaidan bunched up a pillow behind his back and pulled Shepard into himself. Well that was an acceptable compromise. “Didn’t even consider you might still be a little rattled about that.”
“It’s not that.” Shepard frowned, let himself fall into Kaidan’s chest. This wasn’t quite as comfortable—the rearrangement made him realize how sweaty he was in certain places, how this or that limb had fallen asleep, the cold spot on the sheets he was now dead center of—but he’d get used to it quickly. “At least I don’t think.”
The lovers were silent for a moment.
Silence. That was the problem.
“…God. We need a fan or something in here,” Kaidan grumbled sleepily after a moment. “It’s too quiet.”
That made Shepard want to lean up and kiss him deep, but he was just settling into Kaidan’s body again, and it seemed important to let that happen.
It was one of Aria’s hotels. Not directly, obviously, she didn’t need to deal in anything so legitimate directly. But it was at her beck and call, as everything was.
Omega was loud. The streets outside Afterlife were a throb of music, drunken calls, speeding cars, and the occasional gunshot. Deeper into the ward, it was a cacophony of industrial buzz. And more gunshots. The eezo colony was supposed to be loud. And it would always be too loud for Shepard—it was important that it always be too loud.
He’d died listening to his own heartbeat race in his chest, his air steaming into cold space, and the silence. He’d woken up from the dead on a slab in a laboratory directly to someone shouting orders in his ear and gunfire whizzing past him and exploding consoles all around him.
And where did he go first?
Afterlife. Omega. Too many lights, too much noise—he’d practically heard Kaidan’s
voice in his head. The whole damn colony was a reminder that he was alive when
he shouldn’t be, that life was a messy explosion of light and sound and nothing
more than that, and he was unwelcome and unwanted in it.