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Echoes of the Past	By : ArcadiaJones Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 6854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or ideas of Mass Effect. I am not making any money writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Ransom
- 2-Ambush
- 3-Hunt
- 4-Memories
- 5-Hunt
- 6-Rescue
- 7-Escape
- 8-Healing
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A/N: This is my first attempt at a Mass Effect-related fanfiction, so please be gentle. I have most of the story already written, with the exception of the last couple of chapters. Once I'm done editing what I have, I'll start posting the rest of the story. Until then, let me know what you think. =) Constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Chapter One
Ransom

Jane Shepard awoke as her sensitive ears picked up a disturbing sound. She had been living in her cabin on the Normady SR-2 for a while now—ever since Cerberus had brought her back to life after getting spaced—but it still took her a moment to gather her bearings and remember where she was. Perhaps the most foreign aspect affecting her ability to think was the fact that she could feel a warm body pressed up against her back, a smooth leg resting comfortably between her naked thighs.

She smiled. It was only foreign to have Thane sleeping so close because they had only started these nightly visits just months ago. For a long time, Shepard had been alone, using the automated heating systems to keep her warm at night. But now she had not only a warm body to keep her flesh from freezing in the cold darkness of space, but an avid, generous lover and a genuinely kind soul willing to listen to her, no matter how trivial the problem.

It seemed strange to think that they had defeated the collectors; it was even stranger to know that the Reapers were on their way, threatening all sentient life in the Milky Way. Strange, because when she was here—like this—safe beside her drell—it didn’t seem like the end of the galaxy could be so close at hand. In here, in this room, the only fear that existed was the ever-looming threat of Thane’s continuing, deteriorating health.

That fear now crept into the forefront of her thoughts when she realized what had woken her up: Thane’s ragged, wheezing breath. Turning carefully so as not to disturb him, Shepard looked at his face: his brow was creased with pain, his chest rising and falling laboriously. His hand—which was resting on her bare hip—was trembling slightly, the fingers occasionally clenching. It wasn’t often that Shepard cried, but she felt the tears burning behind her eyes now. What she felt for this man, this assassin, overshadowed what she had shared with Kaidan—hell, what she had felt for any man. Perhaps it had started out with her bleeding heart reaching out to his predicament, followed by a night of passion on what they believed to be the end, but now…it had become something so much more. Shepard truly loved him, and the thought that he probably only had another few months to live was killing her, too.

Still moving slowly, Shepard disentangled herself from his hold, pulling the sheets—which had been kicked to the bottom of the bed in their throes of passion—over his bare, sweat-covered body. He had a naturally high body heat, but she still worried. Getting a cold would be one of the worst possible things to accost him now.

Naked, Shepard moved across the room towards the bathroom. Post-coital sweat clung thickly to her, and she knew that her hair could use a good scrubbing as she ran a hand through the short auburn tresses, her fingers catching on knotted snags.

As she passed by her console, a quiet ping caught her attention. Well, that was odd. Ever since the end of her mission—and her subsequent break with Cerberus—it wasn’t often that she received mail. Yeoman Chambers had gone home, shaken from her brush with death, and peculiarly enough Shepard sometimes found herself missing the young woman’s comment of “You’ve received a new message at your private terminal!” In fact, without that constant reminder, Shepard often missed her messages. But, then again, it wasn’t like anyone really wanted to talk to her now, anyways. Occasionally she would get a quick “Hello!” from one of her departed teammates—Samara, Miranda, Jack, Legion, or Grunt—or an official message from Councilor Anderson, but for the most part people just wanted to forget about her—especially the Council.

Shepard was a reminder of the growing fear of the Reapers; and despite everything she had accomplished, everything she had proved, people wanted to continue living in their grand delusions.

So it was odd that she would receive a message, especially at this hour—the clock on her terminal flashing 6:04. Her curiosity piqued, Shepard leaned over her desk, opening up the message program. There was only one piece of mail in the Inbox, and curiosity quickly darkened into suspicion. There was no sender, no tracking address, and no other information other than a subject that read “GOOD MORNING.”

Shepard opened the message, scanning it quickly. The first time through, her mind was too numb to grasp what it said; the second time, horror began to settle in the pit of her gut; the third time, Shepard fell back into her chair, her gaze glassy as she continued to stare at the screen.

Shepard—

We have the drell boy. And we will kill him, unless you meet us on Omega in the slums district at 22:00, Thursday with the disclosed amount.

Don’t be late.

Kolyat…kidnapped?

A loud, rasping intake of air drew her attention to Thane, still sleeping on the bed. He turned on his side, chest still rising and falling erratically.

No, no, no, no, no…

This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not after everything Thane had done to get his kid off the path of crime; after all the connecting they had done. For god’s sake, the pair had practically become a family again! The few times Shepard had walked in while Thane was on the phone with his son, her heart warmed at the happiness so evident on his face. The boy had finished the community service Bailey had assigned him, and now the boy was even working hard to become a part of C-Sec. He had made a complete 180: would-be assassin to would-be cop. If she told Thane this now…it would destroy him… She knew that he would give up his own life to rescue the boy… If she told him…

If she told him…

If I don’t tell him…then things can remain the way they are. I can save Kolyat. Thane doesn’t need to know a thing until his son is safely in his arms once more. He’ll get mad at me…but I can handle that. I’d rather he hate me for hiding the truth than…than…

The plan gained strength in her mind; Shepard was committed now. It would be risky, but it was for the best in the end. Thane would keep his health a little longer, and she would make sure that Kolyat came to no harm.

But she couldn’t do it alone. Shepard truly respected all of her crewmates, but she knew that they weren’t always good at holding their peace. Jacob could be trusted…he was a military man, and he respected her as his commanding officer. And Mordin would be good for anything tech-related. Between the three of them, this plan could be kept under wraps and their chances of rescuing Kolyat would increase.

Working quickly, Shepard composed a message to her chosen teammates. She tried not to say too much—she didn’t want her plan to be uncovered early-on—and the mail amounted to a mission they would be carried out on Omega, two days from now. She warned the pair not to say anything, and to delete the message right after reading it. Unlike Garrus or even Tali, Shepard trusted Jacob and Mordin to follow her instructions. Despite his “tough-guy” act, she knew that Garrus was still a C-Sec officer at heart, and his moral code might not allow him to keep the dark details of this mission from Thane; and Tali…well, Shepard loved Tali, but the quarian was quite the gossip. It was a species trait and no real fault of her own, but therein the problem was laid bare.

Finished, Shepard leaned back in her chair, rubbing at her aching temples. Now it was up to her not to let anything slip. She was determined to handle this on her own, but it was hard to keep such secrets from one’s lover. And Thane was exceptionally perceptive. He always seemed to be able to read her mind…

Standing up once more, Shepard resumed her journey to the bathroom. There was nothing she could do now except prepare herself mentally. And in order to think straight, she needed to be clean.

The bathroom door swished open and she stepped inside. Spartan, but then a bathroom was a bathroom; it had two major functions, and it performed them well. Shepard stepped into the open shower and turned on the water, cranking it all the way to the “H.” Thanks to the Normandy’s advanced technology, there was no long wait for the water to reach optimum temperature; as soon as she stepped into the steady stream, scalding heat assaulted her instantly. Shepard hissed in pain, but refused to take herself out of the water’s path. No matter her intentions, guilt gnawed at her for what she was going to do.

“Siha?”

Shepard let out an involuntary yelp, jumping at the unexpected intrusion. Her foot slipped on the wet tile, and she could only watch dumbly as the ceiling fell away. Before her head could hit the ground, Thane was there, using his own body as a buffer against the floor. He grunted as the scalding water struck him and swiftly dragged her out of the shower.

“What are you doing?” he asked, fury and worry tinting his tone.

“Um, well, I was trying to take a shower when I was so rudely interrupted…”

Thane sighed at her sarcasm. “I mean, why do you have the water so hot? Look: your skin is blistering!”

Shepard looked down at her arm and sure enough, he was right. The skin—normally a pale alabaster—was lobster red with several large circles where the heat had begun to actually injure her.

“Would you look at that? And here I thought that I was enjoying myself.”

Thane sighed again, pulling her with him as he stood. Now that her imminent danger was over, Shepard took a moment to appreciate the fact that her lover was still naked. Her eyes raked his body, lips twisting into a lewd grin. Swaying her hips ever so slightly, she sidled up to him, resting her hands on the taut muscles of his bare chest.

“What are you doing? We need to treat—“

Shepard laid a finger over his lips, moving another step closer so that her body was barely half an inch from his. Heat radiated from him like an intoxicating wave and she felt herself growing wet.

“It can wait.”

“Siha…” he tried to keep his tone stern, but from the slight tremor at the edges of his words Shepard knew she had him.

“I just feel so dirty…why don’t you help me clean up a bit?”

She reached down to softly touch the tip of his penis, which had already started to swell with desire. His shoulders trembled. Grinning wickedly, Shepard lowered herself to the floor. Tenderly, she ran her fingers down his length, marveling at the feather-soft scales that covered it; at the little black stripes that marked it. Shepard had found his stripes sexy the first day she had met him, and discovering that the markings continued so far down had been a pleasant surprise.

Thane gasped as she took him into her mouth, the warmth that now enveloped his member sending his mind reeling. He was forced to brace himself against the wall, leaning his head back against the cool tile as his hands moved forward to gently entangle themselves in her soft hair. Shepard moved slowly at first, taking her time to consume all of his considerable length before allowing it to momentarily escape. Watching her head bob back and forth was almost enough to set him off. She was so beautiful…perhaps not in a typical way, for her features were far too hardened for anyone to ever consider the Normandy’s commanding officer an object of feminine beauty.

Even in space humanity had continued to display its idea of physical perfection. Thane had watched vids with human actresses he was told were beautiful; had often staked out strip bars and the like for his missions, seeing up-close-and-personal the type of beauty that many humans favored. None of it had ever enticed him. Before Shepard, Thane had never been attracted to a species outside of his own. Shepard was special…and in his eyes, she was everything beautiful and perfect he desired in a woman.

Reluctantly, Thane pulled himself out of her mouth. It wouldn’t do to end the show so soon. Reaching down, he lifted her up once more, crushing her body against his as he pressed his lips to her with a bruising force. All he wanted was to taste her, to possess her completely; it was this taste that he wanted on his lips when the end came.

Shepard moaned against him, allowing Thane to hold her up as his tongue entered her mouth and scattered all rational thought. Gods, but he was flexible. No matter how many “battles” they fought like this, Shepard could never win. Every time she tried to bring her tongue into play, Thane would overpower her easily. After a while, she just gave up and allowed him to take control. There were always other ways she could get back at him.

Thane’s hands lowered to her buttocks, gripping the cheeks tightly. Shepard moaned again, wrapping her legs around his waist as he lifted her up, moving back towards the shower. He broke their kiss for an instant so that he could turn the water’s temperature down, a sliver of reproach entering his eyes. Shepard just smiled sheepishly, wiggling slightly so that her sex rubbed against his stomach, her ass his engorged cock. He groaned deep in his throat before capturing her lips once more, moving them into the now tolerable jet of water.

Shepard leaned her head back as Thane rained burning kisses down her throat and collar bone, pausing as he came to her breasts. He licked at the left nipple experimentally, smiling as it hardened, then moved to the other. He administered to her patiently, ignoring his throbbing member for now. There would be time enough for that.

Lost in a sea of ecstasy, Shepard ran her hands down her lover’s scalp and shoulders, lightly raking her nails over the smooth scales as she did so. Thane’s tongue once again proved its amazing talents as he teased her nipples relentlessly. The moisture between her legs was quickly building; a persistent, maddening throb was growing deep within her.

“Thane…” she moaned, rocking her hips against him.

He lifted his head and gently pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss. When he pulled back, Thane smiled at his lover’s flushed face.

“Thane…” she pleaded.

He positioned the tip of his ready cock just below her wet entrance, moving forward so that Shepard’s back was firmly pressed against the wall of the shower. With one last gentle kiss, Thane plunged into her.

Shepard gasped, throwing her head back in pure bliss as he plowed up into her. He made it seem so effortless, holding her up and providing the motion with just the slightest sign of strain on his wiry muscles. Shepard moved down to meet his thrusts, drawing him in even deeper. As his thrusts quickened, her moans turned to little cries of pleasure, nearly driving him over the edge.

“T-Thane…I…I—!”

He silenced her with his mouth, moving one hand down to their connected bodies. Thane began rubbing her in time with his thrusts, driving the woman to even greater heights of ecstasy. Shepard cried out against his lips, breaking away as she threw her head back, riding the wave of her climax. Thane continued to pump into her, reveling in how her cum further lubricated his penis, intensifying the heat and the way the walls of her vaginal passage seemed to throb even more fiercely around him.

With a few more measured thrusts, Thane came. Shepard’s thighs clamped down, escalating the orgasm. He, too, threw his head back.

“Siha!”

Panting, Thane gently lowered them to the floor, not yet ready to pull out of his lover. Shepard sat in his lap, the warm shower water washing over them lovingly. Smiling, she cupped his cheeks in her hands, gazing into his beautiful reptilian eyes. Thane gazed back, marveling at the myriad of colors that swam in her own eyes: now blue; now green; now gray; now all three. He ran a hand through her wet hair, trailing his fingers down her throat.

“How is it that I can never deny you, Siha?”

She cocked her head at him, wondering at his meaning. There was no anger or remorse in his eyes, though; only amusement. Shepard giggled and lowered her lips to his once more, wrapping her arms around his muscled neck. He moved his own arms to encircle her waist, drawing his lover close.

There was no need for her to answer. The question was rhetorical, anyways.
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