holy shit I just realized that maybe one of the reasons Alec was close friends with Garrus’s father (Castis) is because his wife ALSO has a neurodegenerative disease… a cure for Ellen would also mean a cure for her too
Itd be worse if, and this has already been talked about too, shepard woke up and bAM LAKE OF BLOOD
Garrus screaming on the inside because “what the fuck do you mean ‘im fine’? That is way more blood than when i got my face imploded with a rocket. whAT THE HELL”
Shepard curled up in the fetal position absolutely anywhere in her cabin. The only noises from her are groans of pain and occasional gasps and he’s just. Fuck.
“Why is this happening????”
“Because I’m –groan– not pregnant.”
“The fuck does that have to do with….??”
Imagine Garrus sitting with Grunt at the table in the mess hall, and Garrus is fiddling with his omni-tool and he hears Grunt getting irritated with his gun. He closes his tool and looks over at him sympathetically.
“What’s wrong Grunt?”
“It’s my gun.” Grunt almost whispers.
Garrus sees that whenever he cocks it, it sticks.
He sighed and looked at the sad krogan.
“Grunt, it just needs a bit of oil. We can fix it no problem.” His tone was gentle and his mandible lifted to show his smile of assurance. Grunt looked at him with big eyes and smiled. When they got up to go to the armory, Shepard was standing there with a smile on her face. She blew a kiss to him.
Playing Mass Effect 1 like, “No Kaidan, there’s nothing between Liara and me…also, there’s nothing between you and me. I’m already in a relationship. With Garrus. He doesn’t know it yet…it’s a surprise.”
Hm. Might be the last chance we get to say that.
Think we're going to lose?
No. I think we're about to kick the reapers back into whatever black hole they crawled out of. Then, we're going to retire somewhere warm and tropical and live off the royalties from the vids. Maybe even find out what a Turian-Human baby looks like.
I'm game. Though I think adoption's a better idea--biology may not cooperate.
Hmm... I suppose there will be a lot of little Krogan around soon.
We just have to beat the reapers first.
James told me there's an old saying here on Earth. 'May you be in Heaven half an hour before the Devil knows you're dead.' Not sure if Turian heaven is the same as yours, but if this thing goes sideways and we both end up there, meet me at the bar. I'm buying.
We're a team, Garrus. There's no Shepard without Vakarian. So you better remember to duck.
Sorry, Turians don't know how. But I'll improvise. And Shepard... forgive the insubordination, but your boyfriend has an order for you...
Come back alive. It'd be an awfully empty galaxy without you.
Since the Ryder twins were born and raised on the Citadel, I am now picturing the two of them trolling C-Sec officers with slingshots and wads of paper… because they are two bored little kids and it’s funny to watch their targets look around in frustrated bewilderment as they try to spot their “attackers.” Bonus points if you get the wad of paper stuck in a turian officer’s fringe.
“I wish they’d had a Grissom Academy for turians when I was growing up. Always wanted to learn how to paint… Now I mostly paint walls with reaper blood. Not the same, but it’s a living.”
The words Garrus had said stuck with Shepard long after leaving Grissom Academy. They made a mental note to keep an eye out for some kind of painting kit for beginners and on a routine trip to the Citadel they found exactly that.
Garrus tore open the package eagerly but paused when he read the lettering on the colored box. He looked at Shepard slightly confused.
“A paint set…..?”
Shepard shrugged. “Saw it and thought of you. Might give you something to do to take your mind off…everything. Didn’t you say you always wanted to learn how to paint?”
Garrus looked back down at the box and chuckled.
“That’s true. I did.”
Garrus made good use the set, finding time to practice strokes and play with the colors in the off hours of his exhausting schedule. It was relaxing and as he told the crew, “It’s probably good to have some kind of skill that involves creating rather than, well, killing.”
On a routine trip to the battery Shepard sees a pile of papers where Garrus’ finished pictures are stacked neatly under his desk.
“Mind if I take a look?”
“I- well er…” Shepard was already across the room and rifling noisily through the papers. Garrus hurried after them protesting.
“They’re not very good-! It’s a lot harder than I thought it would be-”
The papers flutter as Shepard goes through them excitedly. All the paintings are very similar as though Garrus was practicing painting the same thing over and over. A human-looking subject with familiar hair and armor-
“Are these…….they’re all me?”
Garrus wrings his hands, not able to meet Shepards gaze.
Shepard whirled around and looked happier than they had in months. “No one has ever painted me before! Can I have them?”
Garrus is momentarily stunned but nods vigorously at Shepard, chest swelling with pride.