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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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It was a fact of life: even in a station filled with some of the greatest human minds to ever live, somebody still had to do the grunt work. And one of those lucky chosen few was Dr. Walter Sammons. Not a doctor of biochemistry or theoretical physics or anything fancy like that. Just a plain old medical doctor. Even geniuses got colds, it turned out, and Dr. Sammons was there to hand out the necessary pills with a smile.

Not that he was resentful, of course. As a matter of fact, Sammons liked the idea of being a small cog in this great Cerberus machine. Maybe he wouldn't get all of the praise and recognition once Cerberus was restored to its former glory, but he could still say that he played his part. He only hoped that things would turn out much better this time around than with the other incarnation of Cerberus.

He had been part of a low-level cell back in the old days, and one that had thankfully gotten wind of the Illusive Man's growing insanity and decided to cut ties while the option was still available. Hell, he had been so low on the totem pole that nobody had even paid him enough notice to stick one of those tracking chips in him. But somehow, this new Cerberus had known enough to track him down, and all their high-minded talk of "making a difference" and "living up to the original ideals that Cerberus stood for" was enough to convince him to come back to the fold as the new Cerberus's general practitioner.

And so far, what he had seen here on Adamanthea Station seemed to match up with what he had been told before arriving. There were good people here. Families, even. And a sense that all of them were contributing to something better than themselves. That what they did here would ring out through history, and not with the sour note that the previous Cerberus had sounded. Perhaps his own contribution would be small in the end, but if the people here were able to achieve the scientific advancements they all hoped for, then Sammons would be proud to tell everyone that those geniuses had had their chronic migraines and occasional irritable bowel syndrome flare-ups treated by none other than himself.

It was the beginning of another work day, Sammons checking his appointment calender and preparing for his first appointment of the day in his office, when he had received an unexpected visitor.

"Hey, doc," said the muscular head of security for the station. "You got a minute to chat? Got something I need to show ya."

Sammons regarded Morgan Lezayen in surprise. The woman had never come to see him once since he had arrived on the station. Despite his occasional reminder for her to stop by for a routine checkup, the fit young woman had never set foot inside of his office. Now, out of the blue, here she was.

"I have a minute, sure. My first patient doesn't arrive for a few minutes," he said. "Let's go back to the examining room." He glanced for a moment at the small bag slung over Morgan's shoulder, before leading her back into the examining area.

"Thanks, doc," Morgan said. "Sorry to spring this on ya, but what I've got is... well, it's kinda a sensitive subject."

Sammons gave her a warm smile. The same disarming smile that had calmed down so many of the young children who came to visit him with tears in their eyes, terrified of having needles jammed in them. "I understand, Morgan," he said. "And not to worry. Everything we discuss here will be held in the strictest of confidence. Now, then... what seems to be the problem?"

"Uh, well, that's the thing," Morgan replied. "See, it ain't a problem with me. There's this guy who works in the restricted area with me, you see. And lately he's been having... well, a bit of a problem downstairs."

Sammons gave Morgan a quizzical look. "Really? Well, I'd be happy to give him an examination," he said. "Not sure why he didn't come to see me himself, though."

"Yeah, he's weird about doctors, is the thing," Morgan said, giving Sammons a helpless shrug. "You know how guys can get sometimes. That macho attitude. Never willing to admit that they've got a problem until it's too late. Hell, it took a lot of convincing before he even agreed to have me talk to you for him."

Sammons couldn't help but be confused. "Well... I suppose I could give you some general advice to pass along to him. Although I'd strongly suggest that he come pay me a visit in person. But for now... what exactly are his symptoms?"

"Well, he and his girl, they've been trying to have a kid for a while now," Morgan responded. "But no matter what, they just can't seem to put a bun in the oven, ya know? His girl is thinking that maybe there's something weird going on with his baby batter, but he refuses to even consider the idea."

And that was all that it took for Sammons to understand completely. "Of course," he said with a nod. "I think I'm familiar with this situation already."

Morgan cocked her head, a confused expression on her face. "Wait... you are?"

"I believe so. And trust me, I've been trying to get your friend in here to see me for quite some time. But for whatever reason, he keeps missing our appointments. I suppose his work over in your area of the station must be keeping him quite busy," Sammons said. "I have some pills here that might help deal with his problem, but still, I would appreciate it if he would finally pay me a visit to..."

"Nah, nah, that ain't why I'm here," Morgan said, reaching into the bag hanging from her shoulder. "See, I finally convinced the guy to give me a sample to bring to you. He wasn't willing to come and jerk it for you himself, but he did agree to let me bring some stuff over for you to look at."

"Morgan, I..." Sammons started to say, before he saw what was in Morgan's bag and his eyes went wide. "Is... is that what I think it is?"

Morgan held the jar in front of her, the thick white fluid inside sloshing around in her grip. "Yeah, pretty weird of him to save it like this, right? But it's been in the fridge for a while, so it should still be fresh or whatever. Could you take a look at it for me... for my friend, I mean? Let me know if you see anything funny about it."

"Morgan, this is highly irregular," Sammons protested. "Not only the idea of examining a potentially contaminated sample like this, but disclosing the results of what I find to a third party goes against all the codes of... my God, did he really have to collect that much of it?"

Glancing at the large jar more than half-full of semen, Morgan cocked an eyebrow. "Don't ask me, doc. He must have wanted to make sure he had plenty for you to test." Turning her attention back to Sammons, Morgan let out a weary sigh. "Look, I know it's weird and all. But do me a solid here, okay?"

Reluctantly, Sammons took hold of the jar. This woman was high up on the Cerberus food chain, after all. And, like it or not, Sammons knew that sometimes you just had to bite the bullet and play along, unless you wanted to find yourself on the first shuttle back to Omega. "I can't promise to tell you anything conclusive, you understand?" he said as he set the jar to the side. "Given the unorthodox method of collection, there's a strong possibility that this sample has already been rendered useless for testing. But I can try to give you some general observations."

"I appreciate it, doc," Morgan said, before quickly adding. "Oh, and he appreciates it, too. Even if he is too much of a sissy to come and see you himself. So, when can I expect to hear back?"

Sighing, Sammons checked his wristwatch. "I've got a pretty full slate of patients today, Morgan, so it might be this evening before I take a look. But I promise you, it will be my first priority once I find a spare moment."

"Not a problem," Morgan said with a grin. "Look forward to hearing what you find. Anyway, I gotta get back to the restricted area. I'll send you my omni-tool frequency so you can reach me once you have some results."

"I suppose it will have to do, since we still haven't dealt with that extranet outage yet," Sammons responded. "You heard any word on when we're going to back up and running again?"

Morgan shrugged. "Techies are still stumped, so your guess is as good as mine. I'll make sure you're the first to know if there's news."

As Morgan departed, Sammons's first patient arrived in her wake. "Morning, doctor," she said, the young research assistant glancing around the examination room and locking eyes on the jar sitting nearby. "What's that? Some sort of new medicine?"

"Oh, that's... nothing important," Sammons said, grabbing the jar and quickly tucking into a nearby specimen storage container. "Now, then... how are you feeling today?"
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