Wrote this for a challenge a while ago. Not sure if I ever posted it.
The soft glow of the fish tank and the shining stars overhead keeping the commander’s cabin from complete darkness. The Commander laid in her bed watching the spots of distance stars pass, with pale blue eyes, she reached up reminding herself to breath, she was safe in the Normandy. Not choking on the trailing air that was being sucked from her lungs after the attack. She closed her eyes filling her lungs before the door to her cabin bleeped. She pulled the blankets tighter around her. She waited with only the sound of the fish filter and her own heart pounding in her chest to fill the void. “Who is it?” She asked almost in a whisper as a blue light flashed on near the door.
“Shepard it’s Garrus Vakarian. You vitals were erratic and he was the only crew member awake to check on you.” The light flashed off, Shepard knew that EDI wasn’t gone. She was the ship she heard and saw everything.
Shepard thought about turning over and trying to sleep. Something she’d not been able to do since she’d woken up from the dead. She worried that this was some nightmare and she’d wouldn’t wake up again. The door bleeped again as Garrus made another attempt to get her attention. She grabbed her pillow and covered her head. Garrus couldn’t see her like this. She was a wreck, weak and pathetic; the Turian had always looked up to her; how could she disappoint him like this?
She opened her eyes as she her a swooshing of her cabin door opening. She sat up the pillow that had been covering her face now covered her chest. Garrus froze at the top of the steps. She narrowed her eyes trying to look pissed at the intrusion. Garrus glanced around then he stepped down towards her bed. “Shepard are you alright?”
Shepard tighten her grip on the pillow blocking Garrus’ view of her breast. “I was until someone broke into my cabin.” She tried to sound like an angry commander that had been walked in on, but Garrus didn’t even look fazed.
“EDI told me your vitals were off. I was…worried for you.” He wasn’t in his armor like he usually was. He was in a blue and yellow tunic with matching pants. It was one of the few times she’d seen him in everyday clothes.
Shepard couldn’t be mad at him. She knew she’d do the same if EDI told her one of her crew wasn’t well. She relaxed. “I’m…” She slowly glanced up. Garrus followed her gaze then a small clicking sound was heard and he slowly sat on the bed with her.
He reached out carefully putting his hand on her shoulder. “I can have that covered if it bothers you. I…I can’t understand what you went through two years ago. But…” He lowered his head. “I’ll always be here for you Shepard.”
Shepard felt the last of the tension leave her shoulders, “I don’t want to burden you or the crew. You’ve got a dangerous mission ahead of you.”
Garrus growled softly as he took his hand back, “Shepard you’re on the same dangerous mission. You take our burdens without questions; you helped me without asking for anything else. You’ve saved Miranda’s sister and Mordin’s student. Blew up half a planet for Jack and dealt with Grunt’s…puberty. Please Shepard, if you need anything. All you have to do is ask.”
Shepard hugged the pillow in her arms not sure if Garrus would be able to handle what she had been dying to ask since she’d saved him from Omega. “Will you…lay with me?” She bit her bottom lip. “I…haven’t been able to sleep. Waking up alone. It’s…terrifying.” She felt her vision began to blur as water build up in her eyes and she shivered as she saw Garrus get up. She closed her eyes as the tears fell down her face, she knew it, he was leaving. Who really wanted to see their hero cry?
She opened her eyes as weight returned to the bed and Garrus was pulling the sheets up over his naked form. “I’m not the most comfortable person to lay with but I’ll stay with you.” Shepard felt the air in her lung catch as she moved over giving him room. “Is this ok?” He asked.
Shepard chuckled through her tears as the Turain moved closer to her nuzzling the side of her head. Shepard shifted around until she found a position, with Garrus, where his plates weren’t poking into her. His arm rested over her stomach and he closed his eyes. Shepard watched him then she smiled, “Thanks for cuddling with me Garrus.”
Garrus hummed with his sub vocals, “Anything for you, Shepard.” He rubbed his head against her short brown hair. “Though you may regret cuddling with a Turian in the morning.”