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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138070 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"No, don't do it! They already planned for that attack!"

Ignoring the warning from Mya, Tristan piloted his level 3 Power Blaster mech into Desolation Valley. Only to be met by an onslaught of fire from the opposing team's defense towers, which tore away his mech's hit points and left it a smoking hunk of metal.

GAME POINT! RED TEAM WINS! the vidscreen proclaimed, as the latest match of the Power Blasters video game came to a finish.

"Alright!" Morgan exclaimed, reaching down from her seat on the couch to hold out her hand to Sarah. "Don't screw with Team Red!"

Sitting cross-legged on the floor next to her siblings, Sarah slapped Morgan's hand with a grin, only to quickly find her game controller snatched out of her hand while she was distracted. "Hey!" she protested.

"I wanna play on Morgan's team next!" Jeannie exclaimed, pressing start on Sarah's controller to begin the next round.

"Nuh unh, it was my turn next!" Mya loudly proclaimed. "You should have to play with Tristan. Help him actually win for once."

Tristan stuck out his tongue. "Bite me," he snapped at his sister.

"Hey, now!" Morgan said, waving a finger at Tristan. "You keep being a meanie like that to your sister, and you don't get to play at all. How about that?"

"Fine," Tristan said, sulking. "But I get to be on Morgan's team next round."

"No cutting!" Mya snapped. "I was supposed to..."

"Hey, kids," Nuria said, coming over and leaning over the back of the couch to see her children on the floor. "Why don't you let Morgan have a break and play with each other for a while?" Looking over at Morgan with a serious expression, she added, "The grown-ups need to talk for a bit."

Jeannie sighed. "Aw, mom! Can't we just play one more round? Auntie Morgan can talk to you after that."

"Ah, my good luck streak is probably going to give out soon, anyway," Morgan said, handing her controller to Sarah. "You kids have fun. I'll be back soon, promise."

The kids seemed disappointed, but quickly returned to their game as Morgan stood up from the couch. By the time she had walked over with Nuria to the dining area, they had already started loudly arguing and trash-talking with each other.

"Glad to see they're enjoying the game," Morgan said to Nuria. "Hey, maybe next time I come over, I'll bring the old PS12 I found gathering dust in the restricted section. I know the kids these days hate that retro stuff, but there's some fun games on there."

Nuria nodded with a smile. "Morgan, could we talk for a second?"

Morgan gave Nuria a quizzical look. "Talking now, ain't we?"

"I mean... in private," Nuria said. "Could you come with me to the bedroom for a second?"

A hesitant look came to Morgan's face. "Uh... yeah, I guess." She shot a glance over at the kids playing in the living room. "If it's just to talk, I guess that's fine."

"Just to talk, I promise," Nuria said, before leading Morgan down the hallway to the bedroom door. Nuria waited for Morgan to get into the room before shutting the door and locking it behind them.

"Okay, look," Morgan started rapidly talking as soon as the door was shut. "I'm pretty sure I already know what this is about, so let me just say my piece first. And don't take this the wrong way, but what happened in this room before I left to pick up Shepard... hey, we were both drunk, it was a crazy night. But I think we should put it behind us, you know? I mean, you've got your husband and all, and I've gotten a bitc... I mean, a bit of a girlfriend since then. So probably best that we just leave what happened two months ago in the past and just chalk it up as..."

"Morgan," Nuria said, then repeated her name again until Morgan finally stopped talking. Taking a deep breath, she spoke again. "I'm pregnant."

Morgan, for once in her life, was briefly speechless. "That's..." she finally managed to get out. "You're sure?"

Nuria nodded. "Yes, I'm sure," she said, adding a pause before adding, "Two months now."

"H..hey, good for you," Morgan said quickly. "I mean, with you and Dr. Crosse already having four, I imagine a fifth is going to be a handful, but if that's what you..."

"You're not hearing me, Morgan," Nuria said. "After we had Tristan, Markus and I decided we didn't want any more children. And he had a procedure to make sure we didn't."

Rubbing at her shoulder, Morgan glanced around the bedroom. "So... what? Those procedures aren't always fool-proof, you know. Could be maybe you need to pay a visit to the doc and make sure that..."

Sighing, Nuria rubbed at her temples. "Morgan, back when you left... hell, even before then, me and Markus were having some issues. We weren't even talking all that much, let alone having sex. And before you ask, no. I wasn't with anyone else in that time. Anyone else... besides you."

"But that's... that ain't fucking possible," Morgan exclaimed, the friendly mask she put up when she was in the public section slipping for a moment. "The doc I went to when I had the operation, he told me that it was shooting blanks. That I wasn't producing any live sperm."

A smile slipped onto Nuria's face. "Well, I think you better get your credits back, Morgan. Because right now we've got some mighty big evidence to the contrary."

"Dammit, this isn't funny!" Morgan said, face twisted in anger. "All this time I thought I was..."

"Shhhh!" Nuria quickly said softly, laying a hand on Morgan's shoulder. "Keep your voice down. I don't want to upset the kids." Once Morgan had calmed down, Nuria took a deep breath. "Look, in case you're worried... I'm not going to keep it. Tomorrow I'm going to head over to the labs and bring home some drugs that will take care of the matter. The pregnancy is still early enough that it shouldn't take more than a dose or two to... terminate it. Nobody will ever know about this whole thing except the two of us, I swear."

"Oh," Morgan said, the words working to calm her down. "That's good. But why haven't you already..."

"Because I wanted to let you know first," Nuria said. "As the – for lack of a better word – father of this child, I figured you should have a say in this matter. So, if you have no objection..."

Morgan let out her breath. "Oh, hell, no. None at all. Take care of it however you want to, Nuria." Wiping a hand across her forehead, she laughed. "Well, then. Glad that's settled. We'll just put this behind us and things can go back to normal, right?" She pointed a thumb at the door behind her with a sheepish grin. "Hey, I know it's getting late, but if you don't mind I might go team up with Tristan and stop his sisters from beating him too badly at Power Blasters. You know how sulky he gets when..."

"Morgan," Nuria said, and Morgan instantly stopped talking when she heard the tremble in her voice. "That isn't all I wanted to say. I... this whole thing has been a wake-up call for me. Me and Markus... our marriage hasn't always been the best. But he stood by me when I decided to join Cerberus. He wasn't chipped like me. He had no reason to come along, but he took the risk because... he loved me. And how did I reward that? By fooling around on him behind his back." Shaking her head, Nuria sniffled. "I need to... need to do what's right for him, and the kids. I need..." Nuria stared down at the floor, as tears started trickling down her cheeks.

"Hey, hey," Morgan said, moving forward to lay hands on Nuria's shoulders. "You made a mistake, okay? We both did. But you'll get through this. And if there's anything I can do to help, you know I'll be right here for you."

"You're really serious about that?" Nuria said, as she struggled to regain control of her emotions. "You'll do whatever I ask you to?"

Morgan quickly nodded. "Whatever you need," she said, then chuckled. "Good old Auntie Morgan, she's everybody's best friend."

Wiping at her cheeks, Nuria drew a shuddering breath and looked up at the much taller woman in front of her. "I need you... to leave."

Morgan stared at Nuria, her meaty hands slipping off the other woman's slim shoulders. "You want me to leave?"

"Yes, Morgan," Nuria said. "I need to make it work with Markus. I want to do right by my family. And to do that... I can't have you hanging around here anymore. This whole pregnancy scare opened my eyes to a lot of things. A lot of mistakes I've made. And to have you spending time in my home, while I'm trying to make things better... look, you're great with the kids. And maybe someday, once things between me and Markus are straightened out, it can be different. But right now... right now I need you to go away for a while."

Morgan breathed deeply, staring at Nuria without a word to say. Behind them, muffled through the closed door, the kids in the living room could be heard trading taunts as their game continued.

"You're angry with me," Nuria said after a long awkward pause. "I accept that. But it..."

"No, no, no," Morgan said quickly. "I understand why you... why this has to happen." She forced a smile to her face. "Believe me, Nuria. I'm definitely not angry at you."

Nuria relaxed slightly. "I'm glad. I don't want you to think that I'm blaming you for what happened. I know that you're a good person, and you would never want to do anything to hurt me and my family. This was my mistake, and I'm going to take care of it. But if I'm going to do that, I need you out of the picture for now."

"Okay," Morgan said. "Look, I'm fine with this, I really am. But the kids. What are we going to tell them when they ask why I'm not..." Morgan was surprised to feel her words hitch in her throat. She coughed and finished. "Why I'm not going to be around anymore."

Nuria gave her a sad smile. "You're so good with them, Morgan. I'm sure you'll find a way to break it to them gently."

"Yeah, I'm Miss Sensitivity," Morgan said sarcastically, but then quickly softened her tone. "Okay, I'll talk to them." Sighing, she turned to the door. "Guess there's no point in delaying things. Like taking off a bandage, right? Quicker you get it over with, the better."

"Morgan, wait," Nuria said. Morgan quickly turned back around, a hopeful expression on her face. "Earlier you said that... you have a girlfriend now?"

Morgan stared at Nuria for a moment, then she recalled. "Oh, right. Yeah, I met her while we were out picking up Shepard."

Nuria smiled at Morgan. "What's she like? If you don't mind me asking."

"She's..." Morgan struggled for the words. "She's perfect. I've had a lot of girls before, but I really think this one might be the one. I've never been happier with a... a girlfriend than I have been with her."

"I'm happy for you," Nuria said. "You deserve somebody good to spend your life with." Nuria started to head for the door, then paused. "Oh, and in case you were worried... your secret is safe with me. Not that I could have told anyone without revealing what happened that night, but nobody else knows about... that besides me."

"Yeah, thanks," Morgan said. A smile slipped onto her face. "Still... that was one hell of a night, right? When you were on your knees getting my pants off and that massive thing popped out into your face? I swear, the look in your eyes when you started to suck..." Seeing the expression on Nuria's face, Morgan sighed and stopped herself. "Right. All a big mistake. Putting it behind us. Guess it's shit like that is why I can't hang around here anymore, huh?"

Nuria sniffled. "Morgan, I'm so sorry," she said. "All of this is my fault."

"Nah, it takes two to tango, Nuria," Morgan quickly said. "I shoulda thought about that man of yours that night instead of just thinking about getting my rocks off. I'm as much to blame as you."

Unlocking the door, Morgan steeled herself before walking back down the hallway to the living area. Jeannie looked up from the game to smile at Morgan as she arrived. "Auntie Morgan, you shoulda seen it!" she proudly proclaimed. "Me and Tristan got a perfect win against Sarah and Mya! We got right through their defenses and then BAM!" Turning to her brother, Jeannie actually favored her normally despised younger sibling with a high-five.

"That's... that's great, Jeannie," Morgan said. Walking over to the couch, she sat down. "Hey, could you all pause the game for a second? Something I need to talk to you about."

"Aw, we're almost finished," Mya said. "Just a few more seconds and..."

Jeannie shot her younger sister a ferocious look. "Hey, don't be a brat! Morgan wants to say something!" Hitting the pause button on her controller, she turned on the rug to face Morgan, and her siblings followed suit.

Taking a deep breath, Morgan leaned forward onto her legs to look down at the kids. "So, here's the thing. You kids all saw Commander Shepard when she was over here, right?"

The kids all nodded and beamed out adorable smiles. "Yeah, she's awesome!" Sarah proclaimed.

"The coolest lady ever!" Jeannie said, then quickly added. "Well, besides you, Auntie Morgan."

Her breath caught in her throat, and Morgan clenched her fists tight. "Yeah, you're right. She's pretty cool. And somebody cool like that needs somebody just as cool to watch her back, don't you think?" The kids all looked a bit confused, but nodded to Morgan. "Well, guess what? That's gonna be me. I'm going to be keeping a watch on Shepard from here on out. Making sure no aliens or any other bad guys can even lay a finger on her."

"Wow, are you gonna have a gun?" Tristan said. "That'd be...ow!" he yelled out, as Jeannie punched him on the shoulder.

"Auntie Morgan doesn't need a gun, dummy!" Jeannie said. "She's so big and strong, she could beat up anybody with just her bare hands! Right, Auntie Morgan?"

Morgan laughed, and forgot for a moment the hard task ahead of her as she flexed her arm muscles. "Yeah, these babies could probably take down a Reaper if they ever showed their faces again." The smile on her face slipped away as she continued. "But here's the thing, kids. Shepard's going to be needing me to watch her back pretty much all the time. Bad guys don't ever sleep, after all, and so neither can I. But what that means is..." She winced, struggling to keep her emotions under control in front of the kids. "What it means is that we won't be able to hang out as much anymore."

The kids all looked at each other, and Morgan's heart ached to see the disappointment on their faces. "You... you're still gonna come to our play tomorrow, right?" Mya asked.

"Yeah, me and Mya have the lead roles," Sarah chimed in. "Everybody in our class and all their parents are gonna be there. We thought that, since you came back, you were gonna be there too."

Morgan smiled sadly. "I wish I could, girls. I really do. But I think Shepard's gonna be keeping me pretty busy for a good long while."

"Maybe..." Jeannie said, starting to sniffle a little. "Maybe if we asked Shepard to give you a permission slip or something. If we said 'please' and asked real nice, maybe she might let you come then."

"Kids, please," Morgan said. "Shepard's a really important lady with a lot of things on her mind. And if you go around pestering her she may never let me come see any of you ever again. And you wouldn't want that, would you?"

The kids, all of them looking heart-broken, nonetheless shook their heads.

"Okay, so... I need to get going now," Morgan said, reluctantly standing up. "Lots of things to do tomorrow to help out Shepard. But you kids be good. And hey, it's not like I'm leaving the station completely or anything. I'll still see you in the halls sometimes, I'm sure. I just... I just won't be able to hang out for long."

"I hate Shepard," Jeannie said, sniffling and wiping at her eyes. "She wants to have Auntie Morgan all to herself. She's mean."

Morgan sighed. "Now, don't start with that." She looked over her shoulder at Nuria, who had composed herself while Morgan had talked with the kids and just now emerged from the bedroom. "I'm going to be sending messages to your mother every so often. Making sure that you're all still being good while I'm not around. And if you keep being good kids, and don't give your mom and dad too much trouble... then maybe once Shepard has things under control and she doesn't need me as much, I'll be able to find some time to come over. You think you can do that for me?"

The kids all quickly agreed. "Yeah, we'll be good! Promise! We won't ever be bad again!"

Smiling down at them, Morgan struggled to make herself start to head for the door. "I'm trusting you now, kids. Keep being on your best behavior while I'm busy. I don't want to hear anything bad from your mother while I'm gone."

"We'll be good!" Tristan promised.

"Come back as soon as you can!" Sarah called out.

"We'll miss you, Auntie Morgan!" Mya said.

Jeannie said nothing, simply staring at the floor and trying not to let Morgan see her crying.

Morgan felt herself near to breaking, but kept a smile on her face as she walked backwards to the door. "And Auntie Morgan will miss you too," she said. Turning to Nuria, she said, "Dinner was really good, Nuria. Thanks for... having me over."

"Thank you, Morgan," Nuria said, smiling sadly. "I'll see you around."

"Yeah, seeya," Morgan said, and stepped out of the cabin door before she lost her composure completely.

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Bored with Ruben still off in his secret lab, Brynn had decided to take a walk. Even though "day" and "night" were meaningless concepts in the depths of space, the station still operated on galactic standard time for simplicity's sake, so most of the scientists and other workers on Adamanthea Station were in their private quarters at the moment.

As a result, the hallways of the station were eerily silent. But Brynn paid it no mind, still feeling the buzz of her last session of lovemaking with Ruben. God, it was so damn good to have him back. She was wearing a blissful smile on her face as she rounded a corner, and saw somebody coming the other way. It didn't take long for her to recognize the other woman: there weren't many 6'4 blond women with bodybuilder physiques on this station, after all. Even if the clingy black evening dress she was wearing wasn't her usual choice of attire.

"Evening, Ms. Lezayen," Brynn said pleasantly as the security chief drew closer. "Hope you're hav..."

"Get the fuck out of my way," Morgan quietly snarled, pushing past Brynn and sending her back-first into the corridor wall before stomping around the corner and out of sight.
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