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Their Finest Hour	By : draygon Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 8648 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Their Finest Hour, Chapter 13

Author: Draygon

Game: Mass Effect

characters/pairing: F!Shep/Garrus

Disclaimer: Bioware owns it all. I am just playing with their toys. U No SU. Also, SPOILERS for all the things!

Watching Shepard being led off of the gangway in handcuffs felt like a punch to the gut to the entire crew. Whether or not they liked it, this was how Shepard had chosen to handle the situation. Each knew she was fully capable of running to the Terminus and hopping from system to system until the Reapers arrived. But that wouldn't gain her any favor with either the Council or the Alliance. So, she was forced to play by their rules until she was again needed.

Thane watched, his face impassive, as Shepard was led into an elevator by her escorts. He watched her face, waiting for any sign that she wanted him to follow. He had silently watched as the relationship between her and Garrus had grown from brothers-in-arms into something more. Had she chosen Thane, he would have given her the name Siha, yet he followed her still. He owed her much more than just his own life. Still, he had already met a Siha once in his life. To desire more would be selfish. So he watched her, and when she gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head, Thane's shoulders relaxed. He would not follow his Siha, she had already given him his final task.

Thane's eyes turned toward Garrus, and like battle hardened comrades, they knew what each was thinking the moment their eyes met. Garrus' flicked his mandibles in a muted show of irritation at their position. "Come on," the Turian tilted his head toward where the officers were filing them into another elevator. "we've got work to do."

Shepard's eyes lost focus as the lift doors closed. For a moment, she had almost been tempted to take Thane up on his silent offer. She understood she was putting herself and her crew in a difficult position. Though it wasn't near as difficult as being on the run would have been. Some of her crew had families they would be going back to and running only would have kept them from getting their affairs in order before the entire galaxy became a battleground.

She hoped that Garrus would try to contact his father one last time, at least for some closure. The elder Vakarian had not agreed with Garrus' decision to run off with a Spectre and their relationship had been rocky at best ever since.

Thane still had years to catch up on with his son, Kolyat. Shepard knew the boy didn't have near what it took to make good on his threats while he had the Turian politician hostage. He was scared and alone and lashed out in the only way his grief stricken mind could think of. Shepard remembered Bailey's look when she had suggested he be trained to join C-Sec. His eyebrows had nearly left his face. But Shepard saw the potential to channel his angst into something more productive and possibly save some lives when the war reached the Citadel, which she had no doubt it would soon enough.

Miranda had her sister to look after, and turning her back on the Illusive Man was not something one did lightly. Oriana seemed like a normal enough girl, and Shepard figured that Miranda was quite intentionally living vicariously through her. Instead of the life of excitement and adventure most craved, Miranda instead wanted her sister to live a quiet, comfortable life free from their father's grasping need for a legacy.

Shepard's thoughts drifted to Joker as the lift neared it's destination level. She remembered him saying he still had family on Tiptree, and wondered if she had done the right thing by telling him to stay close to the Normandy. But she knew him too well. He would have nothing to do with any orders to leave his ship behind. And she knew that he would be best suited to keeping EDI's true nature a secret.

The other reason Shepard had told Joker to remain close, had nothing to do with keeping EDI's virtual mouth shut. Through EDI, Shepard had her fingers in nearly every pot in and out of Citadel space. On the Normandy, she had access to every piece of information she needed. She had direct intel from the Flotilla, Hierarchy, Alliance, STG, Cerberus and the Shadow Broker herself. Anything she needed was just a call away. If she was going to have any chance of getting up to speed when the Reapers arrived, she would need every piece of intel EDI could muster to know who needed what, when and how.

As the lift doors opened, she had that same feeling again. She wasn't being led straight to the brig or even a holding cell. This was a portion of Arcturus Station reserved for high profile prisoners. She had been her once, years ago when she had served as a guard for a few weeks early in her career.

Each cell was about twice the size of those in the brig and was separated by almost a meter of steel reinforced permacrete. The doors were each guarded by two marines who had been randomly chosen by the stations V.I. to reduce the chance of collaboration with a prisoner to escape. When Shepard got to her own cell, however, she stopped short.

"Why are there four guards here," Shepard asked as all of the marines snapped a quick salute before one opened the door.

"Admiral's orders, mam."

Shepard furrowed her brow as her cuffs were removed and she was allowed to enter her cell. She felt worry, again, creep into her mind. Were they worried about her escaping? The room itself answered her question. It was spartan, but comfortable. She would be afforded more privacy than a normal prisoner, which told her that the Alliance didn't fear her crew breaking out. If they did, she would have been under heavier guard.

It left only one other possibility in her mind; Assassination.

Either the Hegemony had more evidence than Shepard realized, or they had backed the Alliance against the wall and her arrest and trial was the only thing to avoid an all out war. Nether possibility was comforting.
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