This fic was inspired by this amazing render made by @commander-hot-pants as well as a prompt from her! I’m such a big fan of her work. She was absolutely wonderful to work with and I hope to work with her again!
It was very late and the Normandy was quiet, except for the constant hum of the engines.
Garrus had a bad habit of staying up far later than the rest of the crew. He enjoyed the peace and relative quiet of the SR-1′s lower deck at night. Ashley and Wrex were typically noisy during the day, Wrex constantly upgrading his weapons and Ashley writing mission logs on her computer, thinking out loud most of the time. Garrus was so close to being done calibrating this assault rifle, but truthfully, he was taking longer than he needed to. The alone time kept his mind off of-
Shit. Garrus thought.
Shepard exited out of the elevator and their eyes met, both of their expressions a mix of excitement and exasperation.
“Oh, hey Garrus.” Shepard said slightly awkwardly, scratching the back of her neck. “I didn’t think you’d still be down here. I came by to put that new scope on my assault rifle. I um, figured you’d be done with it by now.” Her eyes darted between the floor and Garrus’ eyes.
“Hey Shepard. Yeah, sorry about that.” Garrus looked over at the gun, grateful for the visual distraction. “I’m just about finished. Took me a little longer than I expected. You really put this thing through the ringer, heh.” Garrus laughed nervously, angry at himself for his uncharacteristic choice of words.
Shepard feigned a small laugh in response. “Ha, yeah. I guess I did.”
Shepard smiled. The sight of it caused Garrus to inhale a little too quickly and he began to cough. He cleared his throat, deeply embarrassed that he was unable to keep his composure around her for longer than a few seconds.
“Should I come back later?” Shepard asked, despite her eyes begging for the opposite.
“No!” Garrus said a little too quickly and a little too loudly. He ordered himself internally to keep it together.
“No, no.” He said, more softly this time. “I’m almost done anyway. You can go ahead and grab your scope, I’ll just be another minute.”
// Another new follower prompt! 10/14 left if I’m remembering correctly. More Shepard drama. A part that every fan of the series knows, that I just rewrote with a little of my own jazz, and a few personal touches. That’s what fanfic is for, right?
Day 7: Alternate Universe Let’s have some fun for our final day! Time to drop your character into an alternate universe story for the final relationship tale. Maybe you want to write a coffee ship AU, a Highschool AU, a Modern Day AU, or an evil Mirror Universe AU? Whatever it is, have fun! :)
(Thanks to @vorchagirl for the prompt and @cactuarkitty for the event! I had so much fun ;.; I can’t wait for another lets do this every day. hahah)
**GARRUS VAKARIAN THE SPECTRE. HOLLAAAAAA**
*** It’s hella late sorry if typos! Gonna go back and fix it but I needed to post this before bed so it still counted lmao<3 ***
For the past two weeks Garrus had been dreading his next mission. Today was the day he would have to take a new Spectre candidate under his wing. Not just any new candidate though and the Council needed their top Spectre to handle it, their words not his. This candidate wasn’t like any other he had to process before though. No, she was special. One Commander Jane Shepard from the Alliance. Yes. That Alliance.
Shepard wakes up on the Hyperion after his death in the Normandy SR1′s
destruction. The reasons are unclear, and there’s past matters of the
heart and mind to contend with, let alone an entire new galaxy where
being Commander Shepard isn’t good enough anymore.
Chapter 36 ►
All in all, it’s… a work in progress. Everything is. Cade understands
that, and for the first time in a long while, he’s learning to be okay
with it too.