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Chapter Twenty/Epilogue
Disclaimer: Mass Effect belongs to Bioware and EA Games. This is a work of fanfiction, and I make no money from this fan work at all.
Warnings: adult language, sexual situations, slash, dub/non-con, threesomes, gender bending and mpreg. If I have missed something, please inform me and I will add it.
Characters/pairings: Colonist/War Hero paragade ManShep/Kaidan, ManShep/Garrus and a little ManShep/Zaeed.
Summary: Mindoir's strategy for survival was one that was not well-known to the greater galactic community. Derek Shepard carried this legacy with him, dormant, through the Skyllian Blitz and through the battle with Sovereign. However, after his death at the hands of the Collectors and revival due to the machinations of Cerberus, he must cope with his body no longer being his own.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Garrus had been sitting down for breakfast when they got the news burst.
"In breaking news, the batarian Hegemony is demanding the extradition of the former Alliance Commander Shepard after the destruction of one their colonies. Located on the planet Aratoht in the Bahak system..."
"Hey, isn't that the human Spectre you worked with?" Solona asked, drinking some yellow juice. "Back three years ago?"
"I... yeah." He stared at the display as the reporter droned on. "I was with him." His mandibles drooped in shock. "Oh, Spirits, Derek..."
"Reports are sketchy at this time, but we know that the relay to the Viper cluster has been destroyed, something scientists had previously thought impossible. The resulting explosion, equal to that of a supernova, wiped out the entire Aratoht system." There was an image of Shepard, dressed in an Alliance dress uniform, hands shackled before him as he was being lead down the Normandy's cargo-bay hatch with two guards on either side.
"As of yet, we have no information into the reasons for this tragedy. The former Commander Shepard rose to prominence three years ago when he thwarted the geth attack on the Citadel, afterwards disappearing during an attack from an unknown source..."
His face was softer than Garrus remembered, more flesh under the skin. The coarse bristles on his face were gone as well. His mind flashed to watching Derek put foam on his face, then scrape the skin with a long straight razor, smiling at Garrus' incredulous expression. He remembered the tight, controlled and tired expression on Derek's face when he said 'I joined the Alliance to kill batarians.' No. He couldn't believe that this was petty revenge. Not Shepard. Not his human.
Garrus' chest tightened as his teeth ground together, throat closing up as he forced back a keen of grief.
"With him?" Solona asked, voice rising higher in pitch, a few of her tones up above human hearing range. "As in, with him?"
"None of your damn business," Garrus answered, but his tone lacked force as he continued listening to the news burst.
"Is there something you want to tell us, son?" his father asked, walking into the kitchen and crossing his arms. The elder Vakarian looked older than his years: the markings on his face were faded, his plates thin and brittle. His wife's long illness and death had left their mark in the slow way he walked to the kitchen table, shoulders and back slumped. Yet his eyes were sharp as they fixed on his son's scarred face, stoic, like he was about to interrogate an unruly prisoner. Solona looked between her brother and father, about to jump in to prevent blood from being drawn.
It was all going to happen again. All the good that Derek had done, all the lives he had saved or healed or brought hope to, all of it was about to be flushed down the toilet again. Because people weren't willing to listen to a hideous, unspeakable truth. Cold guilt drained down into his gizzard, just as quickly replaced by anger. He had put off going back to the Normandy for several reasons, not the least of which was attempt to bow out for Kaidan. But if Kaidan couldn't do his damned job and take care of their...
But he couldn't do a damn thing about that right now. So he would do what was in front of him.
"Yeah, Dad." He pulled up omni-tool, bring up everything he had recorded on the Collectors and the Reapers. "We do."
~*~*~*~*~
The previous week had left Kaidan in a state of limbo as he awaited news from the Normandy or from Alliance Command.
The few bright spots in the past week had been getting to work with the biotic students at Grissom Academy. They were a bright bunch. He was happy they would never have to deal with the pains or stigma of the L2s, and that their teachers actually cared about teaching. They also seemed to appreciate having a teacher with combat experience.
Then the news burst had hit.
"Alliance Command has not answered any questions, instead pledging a full investigation but refusing to hand Shepard over. Their refusal, an Alliance spokesman has said, stems from their fear that an on-going medical condition will go untreated, resulting in Shepard's death before the trial is finished were he to be placed in Hegemony custody."
Kaidan choked, heading to his temporary quarters and trying to get through to Anderson.
He was put on hold several times, asked if he could leave a message, asked if he could call back later... Kaidan persisted. He had to find out what happened.
Finally-
"Staff Commander," Admiral Anderson stated, looking at him with hollows under his eyes beneath graying brows. The last few years had been hard on all of them, Kaidan knew. Anderson was starting to show the strain. "What can I do for you?"
"Admiral," he answered, licking his lips. He wanted to scream, but that wouldn't have gotten him anywhere. "I need to find out what happened to Shepard."
"You and every news outlet in the galaxy." Anderson rubbed the bridge of his nose. "This is one hell of a thing. Is your end of this transmission secure?"
Kaidan nodded, bringing up his omni-tool and checking his equipment. Everything seemed in the green.
"All right. Here's what I know. According to Shepard's report, he went in, got Kenson out and found out they had proof of an imminent Reaper invasion." At Kaidan's sharp intake of breath, Anderson nodded. "My feelings exactly. Turns out Kenson had been indoctrinated by the 'proof.' She knocked Shepard out and held him prisoner for two days." Anderson chuckled, dryly. "I bet she had to work for that." His eyes darted to the side, exhaled. "He had to start the project they had begun, which was ramming an asteroid into the relay. A relay that had the same range on it as the Citadel."
Kaidan rocked back. "You believe him, sir?"
"We both know Shepard's got a history with the batarians, but he wouldn't have resorted something that extreme if there was any other choice. I spoke to him when he turned himself in... He's taking it hard, Alenko." Anderson rubbed his chin, eyes staring at something else. Considering.
"And his... medical condition?" Kaidan leaned forward. "You've been updated on his medical history?" At Anderson's nod, Kaidan continued. "And that his body changed?" His voice turned rough. "Did he tell you about..." Kaidan cleared his throat. "Just make sure that whomever is guarding him is ethical, and not going to take advantage of him. Please."
Anderson opened his mouth. Closed it again, along with his eyes and made a soft grunt. "I promise you, we're taking care of him." He sighed again, his eye crinkling at the corners. "I'm sorry. I can't say much else about his condition beyond that he's as comfortable as possible. And he misses you and his crew."
"Thank you, sir," Kaidan replied, internally cursing. "Any chance I can-"
"He's vulnerable right now, Kaidan." Anderson paused and rubbed his nose again. "We'll try and get you here. Later. Hopefully in time for... a reunion. I know you two were close."
Kaidan took a turn to laugh without humor. "Yeah. Not sure if we could have made it permanent, but we did briefly discuss," he wavered. "Children."
Anderson made a long, drawn out grunt. "I hate to do this to you, Major, but we need to discuss something else."
"M- what?"
"You're being promoted. And put in charge of the 1st Special Operations Biotic Company."
"Admiral-"
"I know this is difficult. But you can't help Shepard now and we need you working." Anderson rubbed his chin. "And I think Shepard would agree with me. I'll see if we can have you two talk, because god knows he needs the morale boost, but you're the strongest human biotic we've got. And we need you teaching and leading- both abilities we know you have. Unless you would rather stay at Grissom and teach there?" Anderson looked amused at that. "I've heard the kids like you."
Kaidan looked down. Until he could find a way through the red tape, he did need to work. And the extra rank... well, he could use that.
"I'll think about it. Oh, and by the way? There is a stronger human biotic than me out there," Kaidan said, meeting Anderson's eyes. "And if the Normandy is out of commission, I'm guessing she could use a job."
~*~*~*~*~
The sight of the massive holographic display of a waning star was just one of the many perks within the Illusive Man's office. Massive holo-displays scrolled information from most corners of the galaxy, along with the best quantum-entanglement communicators money could buy.
With the ease of long habit, the Illusive Man opened his silver case and pulled out a hand-rolled, Earth grown tobacco cigarette as he waited for his most trusted operative to report in.
A soft stutter of static alerted him to Leng's projection in the room.
"What is it?" he asked, lighting his cigarette and taking a drag. "I trust that you were successful?"
"I was successful in planting several bugs in the Alliance monitoring system," Kai Leng said, hands crossed behind his back. "They should relay any important information back to us on Shepard's status."
"You disapprove?" the Illusive Man asked, lifting an eyebrow at Leng. The assassin scowled in response.
"He betrayed you."
"This was not unexpected, Leng," the Illusive Man answered. "Salvage teams are already making headway on getting through the Omega Four relay. Shepard's cooperation was always conditional. He was a tool, one I no longer have a use for."
"Did you also expect him to spawn?"
The results of Shepard's latest biometric scan came up on the Illusive Man's screens. "Again, not unexpected. It was what he was bred for, after all. We factored that possibility into our plans when we hired not just skilled soldiers, but good genetic matches as well."
Kai Leng's disgust was obvious.
"Don't be jealous," the Illusive Man chided. "It's not becoming. Keep an eye on Shepard, Leng. I want to find out why Harbinger wanted Shepard's body, and why it attacked Shepard's embryo specifically. And-"
His gaze was half on Shepard's latest biometric scan, when something caught his eye. He punched the holo, bringing up another display. First one, then both, eyebrows climbed up his face, before he dismissed the data stream. "Just keep an eye on Shepard, Leng. I'll let you know when to act."
"I will do as you command."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Six months was a long time. Kaidan had done his best, repeatedly, to get in to visit Shepard, but something had always come up. Now was not a good time. Derek was in the medical wing. He was feeling under the weather today. Back in the medical wing. Can't let you talk to him just yet.
Then he had been invited, made sure to clear his calendar, don't you dare go on any missions day. Anderson had insisted.
But then something else had happened. He had arrived from a mission with his Spec Ops group to find Alliance Command buzzing like a kicked over a rachni mound. He had then been corralled into speaking before the Defense Committee, a board of well respected soldiers from all branches of the Alliance Military. Somehow he had assumed he would be testifying on what he knew about Shepard. Instead, he was asked about the Reapers.
He could tell something was wrong even before he heard that Hackett was mobilizing the fleets. If they were finally taking the Reapers seriously, then the sky had to be falling.
He caught himself at that thought, and hoped it wouldn't be accurate.
When he was dismissed, he found himself outside the courtroom. Awaiting orders, like a good little soldier. That was when he looked up. Felt a bit relieved.
"Anderson," he said, walking over towards the Admiral to shake his hand. He had not gotten to speak much to the other man in the last few months. That was when he saw a familiar set of shoulders, and the rest of the world went still.
"Shepard." The other man's back was towards him, shaking the hand of a young mountain of a man, who had a large black sling cradled to his chest. Derek looked different. His stance was wider, balance shifted towards the back. His face was fuller, not round, but his cheeks were no longer hollowed beneath the cheekbones. His hair was thicker than Kaidan remembered, but the gray in his hair and gone from specks to salt-and-pepper. His face lit with a smile.
"Kaidan," he said, walking over, waddling slightly.
"How'd it go in there, Major?" Anderson asked as Derek stopped beside him.
"Okay, I think," Kaidan asked, half distracted as the mountain man walked up behind Derek. The sling in his arms looked pretty impressive; there were small power packs up and down the shoulder strap and Kaidan guessed it had a kinetic barrier on it. "I'm just waiting for orders now."
"Major?" Derek looked between the two, before turning around to take the sling. It was sealed, Kaidan noticed. Something tickled in his mind as looked at it. Small clues his mind had trouble piecing into a greater whole.
"You hadn't heard?" Anderson asked, looking back at him, then winced when Derek patted the sling... cradling it like a...
"I've been a bit out of the loop," Derek answered, before looking back up at Kaidan, eyes searching his. "Have you spoken to Liara?"
"No?" Kaidan saw Derek's face fall at that. "She wouldn't tell me anything when I tried to get hold of her."
"Anderson?" Derek said, voice cracking as he turned back to the Admiral, who turned away and wouldn't meet his eyes. "You promised me you would-"
"We need to talk to the committee, Shepard," Anderson interrupted, voice low and apologetic. "There's no-"
"One minute, Admiral." Shepard's arms tightened on the bundle in his arms, and Kaidan heard a faint, unhappy croon. "You owe me that much." Kaidan's heart leapt into his throat.
"I," Anderson started, then stopped, looked around. "Fine. One minute."
Derek nodded, opening the seals on the pouch part of the sling. "Right, introductions then. Major Kaidan Alenko," he pushed the small shape into Kaidan's arms, positioning them under the slight weight. "This is Gabriel Ashley Shepard." He exhaled, pulling the flaps apart so Kaidan could look inside.
Kaidan felt like he had been kicked in the chest, cold shock and disbelief settling somewhere under his ribs. The newborn was a warm, ruddy shade of olive, with enough hair to be mistaken for a toupee standing in wispy spikes off his head. He was swaddled in a purple and gold patterned blanket (quarian, his mind supplied.) His hands were covered in small mittens, curled in tiny fists up under his chin, one in his mouth. Acne covered the newborn's straight nose. One eye cracked open, blinking in the sudden light. Kaidan found himself on the receiving end of Derek's 'shit got real' glare in miniature, complete with icy green irises.
Kaidan had never seen anyone more beautiful.
"Forgot his hat," Derek said, absently reaching into his pocket to pull out a knit stocking cap and putting it down over the baby's wild hair. "He's ten days old, about two point seven kilos." He leaned down, brushing his fingers over the baby's cheek. "Getting bigger all the time."
"Bean," he murmured, addressing the infant and taking one tiny hand. "This is," Derek looked up to find Kaidan's eyes, making his stomach go cold and squirm. "This is your daddy." He kissed the baby's head. Then he straightened, and squeezed Kaidan's arms. "Please look after him." Derek glanced over at the other soldier. Kaidan realized the young behemoth was holding was a diaper bag. "Both of you."
Anderson put a hand on Derek's shoulder to lead him off. Shepard was reluctant to turn away, but he did, following Anderson into the courtroom.
Kaidan was left, staring and wheezing. The small weight in his arms was warm, making small creaky noises amidst the churning buzz of Alliance headquarters. This was unreal, amazing. Joyous. Terrifying. Like watching Shepard come back to life, all over again.
"Breathe, man, breathe," the soldier said, clapping Kaidan on the back, listening to him gasp for air. "Congrats, man. It's a boy. Now sit down before you pass out."

The end.
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