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Black and White	By : CyberII Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 8146 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Do not own Mass Effect or characters, writing for fun, but not profit.

Chapter List
- 1-Pt.1
- 2-Pt.2
- 3-Pt.3
- 4-Pt.4
- 5-Pt.5
- 6-Pt.6
- 7-Pt.7
- 8-Pt.8
- 9-Pt.9
- 10-Pt.10
- 11-Pt.11
- 12-Pt.12
- 13-Pt.13
- 12
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Was he hallucinating? Was he dead already to see her coming to the rescue? Did she came to take him with her?
Two female figures following her… His heart skipped a beat at the sight of them. He looked through the scope, not able to withdraw his eyes off the cold unblinking light-blue ones.
Samara. It couldn’t have happened. Was he dead too to appear here and now, with Shepard?
His hands trembled and he missed another merc, who managed to successfully reach the safe spot at the entrance of the building. Damn it!..
The third companion, dark-haired human woman – but apparently not Ashley, no way Ash he knew would wear such suit in exchange for her armor. If it was Ash he would have to believe the dead really came after him. Human myths had something about women picking the souls of the dying warriors from the battlefield; he forgot who he heard it from though. Yet he believed it wasn’t his time to flee from this battle with the Valkyries. Not yet.
Calm down, relax cramped shoulders, ignore the pounding heart, there still are plenty of targets asking to be shot.
The trio crossed the bridge and ran out of his sight, and he wasn’t sure, was he praying for it to be just a creation of his exhausted mind or any possibility for it to be real. Explosion somewhere at the entrance – he had no time to check what was it, his puzzlement cost him several precious seconds. Some mercs were already storming up the stairs to his lair, he heard someone starting to hack the door lock. Not now, Spirits, please, let the blocked door stop them for a while. It wasn’t over yet. He didn’t want it to be over right now.
Gunfire on the first floor – yet he had no chance to change his position. Damned Eclipse, after they saw someone made it into the building they activated their mechs. The first column of LOKI appeared out of the side passage, and he was afraid he’d heard heavy footsteps of YMIR from the distance…
The door chirped and slid open. He swung his rifle, facing the incoming enemies…
“Garrus?”
And lowered it. Leaned on it to stand up – the limbs felt almost dead after hours in crouching position, yet he managed to draw himself up, tall and proud, trying to disguise the immense weariness in his movements. Because the eyes he dreamed of were watching him now, and he simply couldn’t appear broken before them.
Every footstep was a torture, when he walked to the desk and lowered himself on it, resting his feet on the next one. Breathed in deeply and raised his hand to the helmet, taking it off. Damn, the helmet filters did a nice job protecting his sense of smell from the smoke filling the room.
“Shepard. I thought you were dead.”
His own voice sounded as if belonged to someone else, coming out of the dry throat, though the joyful spark of recognition in human’s eyes ignited what was left of his own joy deep inside. They were alive, they were real, his tired eyes could trick him, but the visor’s readings couldn’t. He had no idea, how it was possible, but his luck quota now seemed almost inexhaustible.
And if he really had lost his mind after endless hours of his battle against everyone, then he’d definitely prefer it to end this way. Using his last chance to admire these regal cold features of the Justicar, to look into these wide silvery-blue eyes.
“Perfect timing,” his sore throat croaked strangely as he tried to regain his usual humor, shifting his gaze back to Shepard. “Few hours later, and probably no one would be home. Or maybe by some miraculous chance there won’t be enough mercs left to share with you.”
“We’ll get you out of here, and I swear, we’ll find some more mercs to shoot,” Shepard grinned; he noticed the small wrinkles on her nose as she did it. It couldn’t be a perfect imitation, could it? “How’d you manage to get into such mess?”
He laughed shortly, the sound echoed with the dull ache in his head.

“It wasn’t easy,” the words came out slow and tired, “I really had to work on it. Besides, the Eclipse mechs are on the doorstep – could we leave the stories exchange until better time?”
Shepard looked outside of the window and smiled wider. Only now his half-deafened hearing picked the sounds of a heavy machinegun outside.

“I made sure the YMIR buys us some time. Maybe the short version of the stories for now and a few thoughts on getting out of here in one piece.”
He nodded. It felt damn good to be not alone again…
Another explosion visibly shook the building. Garrus hastily checked the sensors placed all over the base. And he was just about to believe his fortune smiled upon him…
“Damn it! They’ve breached the lower level… Well, they had to use their brains eventually.”
Shepard furrowed her brows, studying the basement map on his omni-tool.

“Can we escape through these tunnels? There’re four of us now, and together we’re hell of a team.”
Man, it seemed he was really losing his knack in all the mess he created. He should’ve thought about it earlier.

“Yes, possibly,” he zoomed in the map hesitantly, “But we need to do it really quickly. There’re three tunnels, and whichever we choose as our escape route, we still have to seal the other two. Let’s not give them any chance to flank and corner us in such close quarters, it would be too easy for them down there.”
“Okay, which one?” Shepard checked her assault rifle. “I think we must split up, you’re too worn-out to run from one shutter to another. You and Samara – you two seem to already know each other – you go straight through the escape tunnel. But don’t rush, who knows what you can encounter down there. I’ll take Miranda and quickly go for the other two shutters, then we’ll catch up with you and get the hell out of here.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he cleared his throat. “Not the best laid one, but not the worst option we got. And definitely better than everything coming to my mind before you appeared.”
He even managed to let out a weary laughter.

“Just like old times, Shepard…”
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