flight lieutenant jeff moreau

The May prompt for @meflashfanwork is “What Might Have Been”, which apparently to my brain translates directly as “sad AU”.

In Absentia

That first night away from Earth, Kaidan wandered the corridors of the Normandy like a ghost. She had the shape and skeleton of the SR-1, but her architecture had changed, walls where there used to be doors, turns that he took on autopilot and which led nowhere. The icon of EDI - that was what they called her - the ship’s AI, winking on every control panel, in case you got lost, or found yourself awake at three o'clock in the morning accelerating superluminally away from the only place in the universe you wanted to be.

The last place he went was the captain’s cabin. The familiar shudder of the elevator made his stomach turn.

The door slid aside at his touch, and he stepped across the threshold and felt sick.

“Welcome to your cabin, Major.” EDI said from somewhere overhead. “Your personal possessions are in the locker. The lighting controls are -”

“I know my way around,” Kaidan said, and that was when the tears started streaming down his face.

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I have all these bits and pieces that have been sitting on my drive so I thought I’d give them an airing.  This one is Shoker, an early out-take from my larger work Out of Destruction.

First glance.

Commander Arelia Shepard stood on Alliance dock B65 and stared in absolute awe at the docked ship.  She’d been on ships before, even prototypes, but this … this was beautiful.

‘Pretty, isn’t she,’ a voice spoke beside her and she jumped.

‘The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,’ she whispered reverently.

‘A woman after my own heart,’ the voice chuckled.

She turned and met the most brilliant green eyes, even hidden under his cap they sparkled with passion.  She struggled to breath and he seemed to notice if the smirk that graced his face was anything to go by.

‘Flight Lieutenant Jeff “Joker” Moreau,’ he held out a hand and that’s when she noticed the crutches.

‘Commander Arelia Shepard,’ she grinned at the wide eyed stare he gave her.  She couldn’t blame him for being surprised, she was in civvies.

‘Commander,’ he went to salute but she grabbed his hand and shook it.

‘I’m not in uniform lieutenant.’ She reminded him, ‘no need for formalities.  It’s nice to meet you and can I assume you’re the lucky bastard who gets to fly her.’  She glanced back at the ship and he laughed.

‘Yes, ma’am.’

They stood in silence for a moment absorbing the sleek, shiny frigate that was the Normandy SR-1.  Eventually Joker shuffled and moved and the spell was broken.  She watched him straighten and position his crutches before he grinned at her.

‘I guess I’ll see you on board,’ he nodded and she found herself grinning back.

‘Yes, you will,’ her eyes met his and he didn’t look away, in fact he held her gaze without flinching or without the hero worship she was so used to.

He nodded before breaking his gaze and moving away.  She found herself watching him go, amazed at how quick he moved considering he was on crutches.  She sighed as he disappeared into the airlock.  This was certainly going to be an interesting flight.  A sexy new ship and a pilot that wasn’t the least bit intimidated by her.  She picked up her duffel and walked onto the ship that she had no idea would become so much a part of her life.