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Turnabout-	By : Spiritwolf71 Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 7688 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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No one really ever cared for the state of the slums in Toronto. Seeing small children wandering about was simply a part of life. If they were lucky they would get picked up and placed in an orphanage. Half the building had been condemned for more years than anyone could remember and police refused to come anywhere near the area.
This had led to the power of the gangs. People needed someone to turn to and for small favours and future consideration the gangs would or would not help you. This had also led to war, at least, in the Toronto slums it did. At one point it had been controlled by one large gang, the Bloods. They had ruled the streets through death and violence. Anyone who dared opposed them were always made a sample of. They favoured using a person’s head as a deterrent and hung them around their headquarters as a reminder of the price of defiance.
Lissa had only been a baby when they had split into two factions. The Blood and The Mongols, the latter being some sort of homage to a long dead gang from hundreds of years prior. Since the split the slums became nothing better than a war zone, especially at night.
Lissa’s mother had not been a part of the gangs; at least that was what she had told herself. There had never been anyone to tell her differently. She had never met her father. She remembered he mother as a beautiful woman, with blue eyes and soft hands. They lived in an apartment building and rarely ventured out. She would sing and dance and play hand games with Lissa all the time. On occasion Lissa still remembered the little verses they would sing. Cece my playmate was her favorite. She remembered her mother combing her hair, braiding it and teaching her how to brush her teeth.
Lissa loved her mother, but unfortunately her strongest memory was sitting in her blood holding her hand, screaming for her to wake up. To this day she had no idea why her mother was killed or who killed her. She just remembered sitting by her mother’s side for days until one of the neighbours finally came to check up on them. From there she had lived in nine foster homes before joining the Bloods.
That was when Cerberus took notice of her. She had a knack for being at the right place at the right time. She could shoot more efficiently than anyone in the gang and her infiltration ability was honed well beyond her years.
She had not really chosen the path she had taken. She had to specialize in something that would be useful. She knew that, if she didn’t excel in something then the alternative was a whore house wired on drugs. Lissa had her fling with drugs, for about six month, lived life in a haze and what happened in that six month, she still could not remember. Not that she wanted to anyway.
She had become well respected in the Blood Clan by the time she was sixteen. They relied heavily on her for eliminating targets. She had never failed. They paid her well and gave her the best equipment. They had even forked out enough money for an Omni tool. She always did what they asked quietly and with no complaint. She had been saving her money so she could someday leave the slums.
It turned out she had not needed to. Cerberus had hired her just before her seventeenth birthday and trained her further. The Ambassador had personally over seen her carrier. When they first met, after her training, he had been her handler. She had gone on hundreds of missions with him. He was her partner and biggest supporter.
For the longest time she had a crush on him. He was not the biggest man she had ever met but he was ruggedly handsome. He had a thick full head of brown hair, grey soft eyes and a voice that could sooth the wildest person. They worked out together all of the time and he was in very good shape. He was beyond charismatic. He always understood what she was going through and was a shoulder to lean on in times of need. Working as closely as they did it was only a matter of time before they took a chance on a relationship.
The chance had not lasted longer than two months. It didn’t take long to realize they were only were good friends. Shortly after he had gotten promoted and started to move up the political ranks of Cerberus. He took her with her but over time she became no more than a subordinate. He had changed so much, especially since the fall of Cronos.
Lissa knew the trail her life took; she had lived it, hadn’t she? She didn’t understand the strange images flashing through her head now and why did it seem like it was breaking down. Worst of all, why was this Asari infiltrating her dreams at an alarming rate. It wasn’t that she hated Asari; quite opposite she always found them quite exotic and attractive. Liara T’Soni had always been on the top Cerberus’ wanted list. The Illusive Man had once tried to take her mantle and she knew The Ambassador wanted it as well. The Shadow Broker was perhaps the only person in the world who controlled more power than Cerberus and they simply could not stand for that.
It would only be a matter of time before The Ambassador went after the Shadow Broker. Once they got the device back from Kai Leng and he used it for whatever it was it was used for, the Asari would be next. Lissa was rarely allowed in on the big picture. She was more than happy finishing the jobs she was given. Or she had been anyway, until she had actually run into Liara T’Soni.
Now Liara invaded her dreams and Lissa was not sure she disliked it. It was erotic and comforting and the Asari was always gentle and kind, something Lissa was not used to. Not that she needed it, she was a survivor and gentle and kind were two words not found in the definition of survivor. Until now she had never felt the need to be anything more than that.
She knew she was dreaming when she felt the Asari’s hand on her stomach, her fingers softly caressing and moving slowly, tantalizingly, towards her breast. Liara’s lips were on her neck, just behind her ear and the sensation was sending tremors through her entire body. She felt a soft tongue around her lobe and she moaned before she could stop. Every fibre in her body told her this was so right. It was the feeling of pure love that scared her. She loved this woman, deeply but she didn’t know why. She didn’t know her but she wanted her, more than anything.
“I am yours,” the Shadow Broker whispered softly into her ear before kissing her on the lips. Lissa felt her own hands slide over the Asari’s slightly textured skin, resting on her buttock as her other hand moved to the sensitive crest folded over her head, her fingers caressing and exploring. She could not help but smile as Liara gasped.
“I know,” Lissa answered the woman as they kissed. She felt Liara’s hand moved lower down her stomach and lifted her hips. She almost didn’t hear the brash clanging in the back ground. It continued to get louder as Liara slowly disappeared.
She wasn’t content anymore either, pain shot through her entire body. She groaned and jerked into a sitting position, only to fall back down in even more pain. She screamed out.
“Commander Shepard, you’re not ready to get up,” she knew that voice. Forcing her eyes to open she looked about the room. She recognized the Doctor in the room but struggled with the name. Bren something, she was not sure. She really had no idea what she was saying.
The brash clanging continued and Lissa started to choke, something was in her mouth. She reached for despite the hands that were now trying to grab her. She coughed and sputtered but reached it before she could be stopped and pulled it out.
“What the hell.” Came another familiar voice but she could not see who it belong to. Too many people were trying to hold her down. She was coughing now.
“She woke up before we had a chance to extract the tube,” Bren called out as she put all of her weight on Lissa’s left arm. Someone else had her right arm, which was holding the tube that had been in her throat. It was then she spotted the Alliance markings on their gowns.
“You need to stop Shepard before you hurt yourself even more,” a woman with dark hair finally came into view. Miranda Lawson looked down to her, eyes filled with concern. Miranda Lawson was wanted by Cerberus, preferably dead. That meant she was on Cronos Station. Lissa hated Cronos station; she had almost died here five years ago. The Assassin pulled hard on her right hand and screamed out in pain. She had forgotten she had been injured. She used her left hand to yank the IV out.
“She’s going to hurt herself,” Bren said looking to Miranda. The man holding her left hand spoke up.
“She’s going to hurt us; that’s what I’m worried about. She is strong; she shouldn’t be able to put up a fight like this.”
“I’ve called for security but we are under attack, we’re not going to get anyone,” Miranda stated with a scowl.
“You…” Lissa finally managed to call out. She grabbed the man by the neck and threw him into the woman she knew as Bren. The bed toppled and she landed on the floor. She realized she was naked. Before the man could get up she kicked him in the face and he slide back to the ground. She looked up to Miranda.
~And Miranda, be careful, ~ she heard herself say, it was like a dream playing in her head.
~I promise. ~
Lissa froze for a second. She didn’t hate this woman; in fact there was something familiar about her. She shook it off and charged at her, forcing her to the ground and wrapping her hands around the woman throat.
“Shepard,” Miranda croaked. It wouldn’t even take Lissa a second to twist the woman’s neck and end everything. Her hands shook but she found she could not bring herself to do it. Even worse her hands loosened on the traitor’s neck. She should have killed her already but she couldn’t.
“Stop calling me that,” Lissa hissed at her. She noticed the woman was holding up her hand, stopping someone behind her. She did not acknowledge it though. She clenched her teeth and struggled, she was a traitor she needed to die; didn’t she?
“That is who you are,” Miranda said, “Hero of the Blitz, Saviour of the Citadel and,” Miranda paused, “My best friend.”
Lissa scowled but her words seemed to strike a chord deep within in her. Images flowed through her head. She had worked with this traitor, been friends, she could see unclear images and even more unclear feelings.
“Grrraghh,” Lissa screamed and pushed herself off the woman, spinning around and kicking out at the soldier that had been behind her. She hit his hands causing the gun to fire into the air and she threw her body into him. It was hard, she was still in a lot of pain, but she had been healed a bit.
They fought for the gun for only a few seconds as Lissa landed several knees into his body. She followed it with a precise head-butt and grabbed the weapon out of his hands as he fell, she pointed it at him.
“Shepard.” Miranda called out and Lissa paused and scowled. Instead of shooting him she ran for the door and out and paused outside.
“Shit.” She said as she spotted her reflection in the glass of a fire hose. She moved back into the ICU room and looked about as everyone stared at her. She looked to Miranda for a second before grabbing a hospital gown and leaving again. She put it on as she ran, it didn’t cover her completely but it didn’t leave her open either. The clanging sound was getting annoying but she knew that meant someone had come to rescue her. She just needed to find them.
She moved through the station heading for a docking bay, the whole time praying someone didn’t fire a ship in her direction this time. Five years ago that was what had almost killed her.
Five years ago the Illusive Man had been indoctrinated. He had bastardized everything Cerberus had stood for and funneled most of their money to his projects. Out of that he had built Sanctuary. It had explained to the Cerberus Council that the Illusive Man would be trying to save those that had been turned into husk. They also wanted to use the technology that would be developed to enhance the performance of soldiers. The husks were stronger than the normal human and never seemed to tire. Cerberus wanted to find a way to use that to advance their troops.
What the Illusive Man had done was unthinkable. Not only was it even morally beyond the bounds of Cerberus, it was done behind their back and it had wiped out thousands of the people they had been fighting to better. Cerberus had never stood for the death and destructions of humans at that rate and that was what the Illusive Man had done. Most of the time they relied on volunteers.
She had been sent to kill him and take over his operation until The Ambassador could figure out a way to use this to his advantage. Unfortunately the Alliance struck shortly after she had arrived. Not that it mattered; the Illusive Man had already vacated the station. She was on her way back to her ship when the wall in front of her blew open, she didn’t remember much after that.
Funny enough she just remembered waking up in a hospital room with tubes sticking out all over her. Something like what just happened.
She was moving slowly but it hurt to walk. Her hand went down to her right hip and as she pulled the gown away she noticed the large fresh scar. The Phantom had gotten her with a blast in the hip. It had been repaired, but it was still hurting. Her shoulder did not feel much better. She should be sleeping this off but she was damn if she was going to stay in this place.
She moved into the shuttle bay where the fighting seemed the heaviest. She noticed several Cerberus soldiers bunkered down behind their ship and she blinked. For a second she saw an Alliance shuttle there with herself behind it, fighting against Cerberus.
“Shepard you shouldn’t be here,” a black soldier came towards her, concern on his face. Jacob Taylor, he was wanted as well. She pointed the assault rifle towards him.
“Call off your troops, Taylor,” she said. “Tell them to get out of the docking bay. When it is clear I will be going with my rescuers and I will let you go.”
“What…”
“Do it Jacob,” Came Miranda’s voice. “Let her go.”
Jacob looked from Lissa to the ceiling then back to Lissa. She raised her rifle a little more.
“This is Taylor to Beta squad retreat from the docking bay, I repeat, retreat from the docking bay.” He said into his omni tool. Lissa motioned for him to move aside. He reluctantly did so and she moved around him. She moved towards the dock as two Cerberus soldiers came into view.
“Do not follow us.” She said even though she knew they probably would. She backed up until she was in the middle of them.
“It’s ok Ma’am, we got you.” One of them said. Lissa nodded and allowed him to help her stand. They moved backwards back to their ship.
She wanted to smile, to feel relieved that The Ambassador had sent a rescue. He would be cross that she failed in her mission but he also knew that she would make it up to him.
The soldier loaded her into the small ship and it lifted off the docks. She looked back as it left the area and could not help but think she did not belong here.
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