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Never Again	By : ArcadiaJones Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 5322 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or ideas of Mass Effect. They belong to Bioware, and I am making no money writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 11
- 12
- 13
Disclaimer: The song I quote in this story is called “Rooster” and it belongs wholly to the band Alice in Chains. I don’t own it, I just love it.

Author’s Note: I’ll just apologize for the end of this chapter in advance. It’s rushed and choppy, but in my defense, if you’re reading this, chances are you’ve played the game and you know how it ends. I really didn’t want to go into a lot of repetitive detail about the final mission, and so I just skimmed over it as best as I could so that it would be done and I could move on. Like I said before, the main purpose of this story is to establish the relationship between Garrus and Shepard that I envision, and I hope that I have done an adequate job of that. Perhaps a bit sappy, but I’ve always imagined that if you strip away the layers of defense Garrus keeps around himself, he would look a lot like this.

But then again, the wonderful people at Bioware know best, and I’m just borrowing the character for a smut fic. Whee!

Twelve

Shepard stared around the CIC from her perch at the galaxy map, her heart aching. It was so empty. So quiet. Before, she had taken the bustle of her crew for granted, normally tuning out the sounds of shuffling feet and tech talk that surrounded the place. But now that they were gone, the silence was oppressing.

The Collectors had taken her crew, and they were out of time. Joker was just waiting for her word to start heading towards the Omega 4 relay, and though she knew it was time to get moving, the command was frozen on her tongue. It was foolish to sit here and feel sorry for herself, but Shepard couldn’t help it. Kelly’s smiling face wasn’t here to tell her about her messages; Rupert and Dr. Chakwas weren’t at their stations, waving as she walked through; Gabby and Kenneth weren’t down in their station bantering in the way she had come to adore. Guilt gnawed at the Normandy’s Commander, because no matter how she looked at it, this was her fault. Shepard had let her team down, and if they didn’t move quickly, the people she had come to love and respect would be gone forever.

Shepard punched up the map, inputting their destination. EDI’s voice echoed over the ship’s intercom:

“Please confirm your destination, Shepard.”

She sucked in a deep breath, forcing the fear and remorse down her throat.

“It’s time to get our people back. No more waiting.”

“Roger that, Commander,” Joker’s voice responded. “ETA about 2 hours.”

Shepard was beginning to hate the cramped walls of the elevator. Looking down at the floor, she spotted a smear of blood where one of her crew had probably been beaten and then dragged inside. The sight wrenched at her heart. Samara had brought up the point that had they been there, the galaxy would now have no one to protect it, but it didn’t make the guilt feel any less damning. All she wanted to do now was spend the last of the time they had in her cabin, in peace. But she knew that would be impossible. These thoughts would never let her rest.

The last thing she expected when she stepped inside her cabin was the sound of cheesy jazz music; the lights had been dimmed, casting the room in soft shadow. Looking around, Shepard spotted Garrus seated at her couch, pouring out what looked like human liquor into two crystal tumblers. He looked up at her as she approached, mandibles flaring in a smile.

“Jacob found this for me. He says it’s fourteen year old brandy and that it’s supposed to be good.”

Garrus stood and handed her a glass, which she took hesitantly. A part of her wanted to be alone to brood, but another part of her was glad he was here to keep her mind from going down that path. It was a silent battle with no real victor. Shepard didn’t fight as Garrus hooked his fingers under her chin and lifted it up so that she had to look at him. He was surprised to see unshed tears brimming in her eyes.

“You can’t blame yourself for what happened. It’s not true and it won’t bring them back.”

“I know. But knowing that doesn’t make it feel right.”

Garrus sighed and lifted her hand holding the brandy glass higher to her lips. “Drink with me, Shepard. Worrying over it won’t make any of this any easier. Just…stay with me for a little while and let’s enjoy these last couple of hours before everything falls apart.”

Shepard smiled as a few tears escaped her closing eyes. She took a sip of the brandy, hissing with a mix of pain and pleasure as it burned its way down her throat. Note to self: thank Jacob.

Taking her hand, Garrus led her over to the couch where she flopped down and leaned against the cushions with a contented sigh. Shepard was no light-weight, but between the heady taste of the brandy and the stress of the day, she could feel herself getting a little light-headed. Garrus’s strong arm draped over her shoulders and she snuggled close to him. He had done so much for her, and a part of Shepard felt like she didn’t deserve his love. She had never met a man who attended to her so completely while still maintaining a safe distance from being suffocating. But then lately, Shepard felt like she could never get tired of seeing his face or falling asleep in his arms. She wanted him next to her at all times, and more often than not he was there.

Now it was time for her to do something for him. A “thank you” for everything.

Setting her glass down, Shepard went to her knees on the floor, positioning herself in between his legs. Garrus watched her, gaze hot as she spread his thighs and fumbled with the clasp of his pants. Once she had them undone, Shepard slid the garment off and reached down to press her mouth against the little opening in his carapace where she knew his cock was hiding, waiting to be aroused.

The feel of Shepard’s soft lips against him sent Garrus into a whirlwind of pleasure. It didn’t take long for his erection to show itself, and as soon as it escaped, Shepard trapped it in the warmth of her mouth. Whatever she couldn’t fit inside was immediately set upon by her hands, firmly stroking him to full attention. Shepard ran her tongue up along the side of his cock as she bobbed her head up and down, looking up at him as she worked.

Garrus gazed down at her, panting. The sight of her pleasing him, those haunting emerald eyes watching him, sent his nerves to the edge of insanity. It was a feeling unlike any other he had ever experienced since turian women were unable to use their mouths in such a way. Even if they tried, Garrus wouldn’t trust those sharp teeth anywhere near his manhood. But Shepard knew just the way to stroke him with her mouth and tongue, using her teeth to just barely graze his tender flesh.

After a few more strokes, Garrus felt himself reaching the edge. He knotted his hands in the fabric of the couch to keep from gripping her hair, throwing his head back as the white-hot intensity of his climax shook him. Shepard sucked down hard as he came, swallowing every drop he had to offer. When he was spent, Shepard released him, wiping her mouth as she smiled up at him. Garrus had begun to growl low in his throat, reaching down to pull her into his lap. They kissed passionately, Garrus’s prehensile tongue stroking the insides of her mouth sensuously. When they parted, panting, Garrus pushed back the red curls that framed her face, looking deep into her eyes.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” he murmured.

“That’s probably a good thing. I don’t know how many Shepards this world can handle.”

He chuckled. “One is plenty, yes. You are more than I could have ever dreamed for.”

Shepard smiled down at him, pressing her lips to the bandage covering the right side of his face.

“You’re getting all sensitive on me, Gare. Maybe you can sweet-talk the Collectors into surrendering?”

She laughed as he ground his hips against her, his cock—which was already hard again; it shocked and pleased her how quickly he recovered—slipped to press at her through her pants. Shepard took his face in her hands, her mood sobering.

“I feel the same way. That’s why I have to say this, so just be quiet until I’m all done, ok?”

Wary, Garrus nodded nonetheless.

Shepard took a deep breath. “There’s a good chance that one of us—both of us—might die today. If I die again, I don’t want you to do anything stupid. No more throwing your life away, no more sorrow. You are too good for that, and I know you’ll be able to recover as long as you give yourself the chance. Find yourself a good woman, and live a long life. Do you understand?”

Garrus had stayed silent through her spiel, blue eyes impassive. But every word struck at him, hit a chord in his heart that he had been trying very hard to suppress. It was easy for her to say such things; she wasn’t the one who had to go through the death of the one she loved. Given, Shepard was the one who died, but in a way it was much easier to be dead than to be the one left behind. When you were dead, you didn’t have to worry about the hurt the living had to suffer through. Garrus waited a moment after she finished, just staring at her. Then he exploded in a flurry of movement.

Shepard barely had time to register what was happening before she found herself on her back on the couch, Garrus’s talons ripping off her pants. Still stunned, Shepard could only gasp as he entered her, thrusting deep and hard. Garrus used the tip of one talon to rub at her clit as he rode her, his eyes burning into her. Never once did his gaze waver; he watched her as she moaned and twisted beneath him, throwing her legs around his waist and arching her back off of the cushions to draw him in even deeper.

When she came, the walls of her vaginal passage clutched at his aching penis and after a few last, measured thrusts, he emptied himself. But still his eyes did not leave hers. The way Garrus watched her made Shepard feel as if his eyes were scouring her soul, uncovering every secret and leaving nothing untouched. What she had said had bothered him in some way—that much was obvious. She had expected it would, but his reaction was far from what she had been anticipating.

Garrus pulled out of her, hands planted firmly on either side of her head.

“Garrus?” she murmured, reaching up to brush her fingers across his jaw.

“If you die, Shepard, then I die. I lost you once, and I won’t do it again. You need to understand that.”

Shepard said nothing, just gazed at him with the pain in her heart clear in her eyes.

“Is there nothing I can say that will change your mind?”

Garrus slowly shook his head. “It’s too late for words. I would follow you into hell if you asked it of me. And I’ll be in hell if you leave me. My heart is yours until the day you no longer want it.”

Her hand grasped his chin firmly, and now it was her turn to level a stern glare at him.

“When will you start believing me when I tell you that I love you? Throughout my entire life, I’ve never felt this way about anyone. If I have your heart, then don’t you doubt for a second that you have mine, too.”

Tears formed and fell from his eyes as he stared down at her. Shepard leaned forward to tenderly kiss them away, and he wrapped his arms around her in a loving embrace. It was insane, of course, but then love was a strange mechanism. Garrus swore to himself that the moment their mission was over, he would ask her to marry him. He had studied human culture to learn more about his lover, and Garrus understood that marriage was the ultimate culmination of a human relationship. They might never be able to have kids, but he couldn’t wait for the memories.

“Commander, we’ll be at the Omega 4 relay in about 20 minutes.”

Wiping at his eyes with his sleeve, Garrus moved so that Shepard could sit up. They shared one last kiss before moving to don their armor. She finally remembered the cheesy jazz music still playing in the corner, and started giggling as she shut it off. Garrus rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed.

“I was hoping it would help you relax.”

“It was a sweet thought. But for future reference, I like classic rock.”

“Classic rock?”

“Yeah, it’s really old music back from Earth that came out in the 1990s. One of my old gang mates played me an Alice in Chains album one day and I’ve been hooked ever since.” She pressed a few buttons on the stereo, and Garrus listened as a low, seductive guitar began. It was slow and intoxicating, filling his senses completely. Then a male voice started, scratchy and a little odd, but somehow still completely addicting:

Ain’t found a way to kill me yet…
Eyes burn with stingin’ sweat…
Seems every path leads me to nowhere…hmmm…

Shepard let the song play while they dressed, letting the rhythm soak into her bones. It could be the last time she ever listened to it; best to savor the tune.

The ride through the debris field on the other side of the Omega 4 relay was wild; Shepard was immensely grateful to her team that they had known the right upgrades to install in the Normandy to keep everyone alive. The crew was rescued, and soon enough Shepard, Garrus, and Samara were on their way deep into the heart of the Collector base. It was difficult to fathom the giant human Reaper that waited for them at end, and with a righteous indignation Shepard was determined to destroy the monstrosity.

All of this flashed through Shepard’s mind as she fried the last of the Reaper’s circuits, and the giant construct began its crash. In a last bid for revenge, the monster’s mechanical hand reached out and tried to drag the trio with it. Samara lost her footing and began sliding down towards the abyss, and without even thinking, Shepard dove after her. It was a frighteningly fast descent, but somehow she managed to grab the asari and drag her back onto a more level ground.

A second platform crashed into them, and Samara was sent flying away from her. A heavy beam hit Shepard and she crumpled to the ground, gritting her teeth as she fought to overcome the pain. They weren’t done yet; she had to get her team out of this place. Shepard slid herself out from under the beam, ignoring the screaming pain in her ribs as she rushed over to where Samara lay motionless. The asari’s eyes fluttered open when Shepard shook her, and once Samara was back on her feet, Shepard cast about frantically for Garrus.

She spotted him pinned beneath another beam, this one much larger than the one that had hit her. Fear closing around her throat, she ran to him and forced the hunk of metal off with pure adrenaline. When his blue eyes blearily met hers, Shepard felt like crying. She helped him up and they quickly embraced as if afraid the other was just a dream.

But they weren’t safe yet. All around them, the station was beginning to crumble. It was a mad dash for the exit, Shepard roaring into her comm for Joker to be ready. Collectors swarmed around them, and the trio did their best to keep the creatures at bay while maintaining their frantic pace.

The Normandy was just ahead of them, and Shepard felt for sure that the open door had to be the gates to heaven. Samara cleared the gap first, then Garrus; Shepard brought up the rear, cursing as a large chunk of floor lengthened her distance to the door. But she’d be damned if she gave up now. Shepard picked up her pace and then leapt, extending her legs as far as they would go, desperately praying that she would reach the door. So close, so close…

She struck the bottom edge of the opening, clawing at the floor for dear life. Garrus was there to pull her in while Samara and Joker provided covering fire. Garrus yanked her inside, and she fell on top of him just as the doors closed and EDI piloted the ship away from the coming explosion. Shepard lay there on the turian’s chest, breathing heavily.

They had lived. It was too much to believe. But here they were, everyone alive and the human Reaper a ruin behind them. Shepard threw her arms around Garrus’s neck and laughed.
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