Mass Effect 3: Before the Storm | By : Royality Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 2587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The doors opened and in walked Commander Shepard. A sigh of relief was let go. He got my message. I guess he doesn’t hate me after all.
“Hey Kaidan.” “Shepard, hey. You just missed snack time…actually, that’s probably a good thing.” I’m such an idiot. “Thanks for coming by.” “No problem.” The conversation continued. Why is he asking about the Spectre position? I can’t get a reading on those eyes of his. Oh, yeah. That’s a worried look. Kaidan tried his best to put on a reassuring smile, but Shepard wasn’t fooled at all by it. “I got you this,” the Commander said as he surprised the injured Major with a bottle of the only existing brand of medical booze on the market. Kaidan couldn’t help but smile as he took the unexpected gift. “Wow,” Kaidan stammered as he read the label. “Thanks Shepard. That’s…really great.” He got me a gift. A peace offering? Their eyes locked once again. “I’m so ready to get out of here, Shepard. You can’t tell, but I’m tied to this bed by medical red tape.” Shepard chuckled at this, his eyes scanning over Kaidan’s body with devious glance. “You doing okay?” he asked with concern, noticing how quick Kaidan was to lie back down after sitting up for only a short period of time. There was silence as the Major took a moment to think of an answer. “My implant got a little…rattled.” Shepard raised an eyebrow. “So, Doc wants me to keep the biotics offline for a bit.” Kaidan soon caught onto Shepard’s worried look again. “It’s really no big deal.” Shepard looked away as the Major wasn’t fooling anyone. He sighed heavily as he relived the memories of Kaidan’s head being smashed over and over again into the side of the shuttle in his mind. “You almost died on my watch. It was…horrible to see.” That sounded like honesty. Kaidan’s lips pressed together wondering if he should believe Shepard or not. “I want you to be straight with me then.” The statement made Shepard lock eyes. Leaning forward, the Commander gave a nod to comply. “So, I want to make sure…after Mars, after Horizon…You and me, we’re good?” Without looking away this time, Shepard gave a soft smile. “We’ve been through hell together. That kind of bond…is hard to break.” Avoidance. “Not just that,” Kaidan insisted as he sat up a bit more. “You were my Commander, sure. But you listened, too…” Shepard only shrugged at this. He listened to everybody. “We went through Ash’s death together.” The Commander’s expression changed. His eyes narrowed a bit, but not out of anger. This look was different. “Yeah…we did.” “So…,” awkwardly stammered the Major. “What do you say? Are we…good?” He tried his best to imply something there, but it just wasn’t getting across. The hazel eyes glazed over, but Shepard seemed either immune or an expert at dancing around the topic. “We’re good,” Shepard answered, but his tone remained professional. “It was great to have you back on the Normandy.” Dammit. “Thanks,” Kaidan answered flatly. “Feel like we’ve cleared the air?” No. “Yeah.” Still, there was something Kaidan wanted to say in all honesty. “You know, I’m not sure that I’ve been wrong about Cerberus…but I’ve been wrong about you.” Shepard smiled at this and moved to stand by the window. It was a beautiful view. Peaceful. Fake. “You’ve been injured. Sure you want right back in the thick of it?” “Are you kidding?” Kaidan scoffed. “I want to kick the Reapers straight to hell. Cerberus, too.” He turned to look out of the window where Shepard had opened the blinds a bit more. “I need to do something, Shepard…to save at least a few lives.” Shepard nodded in agreement and returned to sit on the ledge of the bed. Kaidan moved over just a bit to make room. Looking down, the Commander smiled. “Give me the update, Major.” The tease in his voice had returned. “Heh…Major, yeah.” “Congrats. There’s obviously been a lot going on.” “Anderson asked me to take over a spec ops program. First Special Operations, Biotic Division. Turned it down at first, I mean teaching?” His fingers moved to brush against Shepard’s. “I prefer to get my hands dirty.” Shepard grinned at that and pretended not to notice Kaidan’s approach. “Anderson can be pretty persuasive.” “Yeah,” Kaidan nodded as he removed his hand to place it back on his own chest. “A bit of a hard ass, but you can’t argue with his kind of experience.” “Your implant got rattled? Everything good?” Kaidan shrugged. “The medical gibberish was a bit more impressive, but that’s what I took away. Rattled. Headaches are as bad as ever…” Shepard looked down to his fingers and regretted the fact that they longer being caressed. Pushing himself off the bed, he took a few steps away with his back turned to hide his concern. He’s as obvious as they come. “But my biotics…are as strong as ever. Maybe some things get better with age.” Shepard looked over his shoulder then with a smile. “Or maybe you have.” “Are you flirting with me, Commander?” Kaidan teased, half-jokingly. “Wait, wait! Don’t tell me. Let me live in the illusion.” Shepard only rolled his eyes as he returned to his original seat. “…Where’s your family?” “My family…?” Kaidan asked as he had to take a minute to collect his thoughts. “My parents live in Vancouver.” He watched as Shepard’s eyes widened from shock and narrowed with regret. “Dad’s family owns an orchard in the BC interior. They were…headed out there on a shuttled the day of the attack.” Shepard parted his lips to say something but pressed them closed once again instead. “Must be killing them not knowing where I am.” Shepard nodded and moved to sit on the edge of the bed where Kaidan had made room. A hand reached out to touch Kaidan’s chest, but stopped before they made contact. It clenched into a fist and was moved to Shepard’s side as the Commander stared at the floor. “Are we going to be able to get past what happened on Horizon?” Kaidan had been watching the hand, but saw Shepard’s hesitation. He turned to look out the window as he thought about it. If not for the Reapers, would we have even ever spoken again? Giving a sigh, Kaidan pushed himself up to get a better look at Shepard’s face. “I’d like to, Shepard,” he said as he reached out to touch the red and white stripped sleeve of the N7 hoodie. “I’d like to move past the harsh words, and be…friends…,” Kaidan paused as he traced down the red stripe to the cuff of the sleeve. His fingertips brushed the top of Shepard’s bare hand as he pulled away. “At least.” The Commander turned to look at him, who looked down until he was spoken to. “So how do we fix it?” The brown eyes looked up and finally noticed how close their faces were. It caused Kaidan to fluster and move back just enough to get some breathing room. He also turned his head to avoid being so obvious. “I’ll admit, I own a lot of that,” Kaidan spoke nervously. “You were standing right in front of me, and I was…” He looked up to lock eyes. “I shut you down. I’m sorry.” Shepard looked as well before he pushed himself off the bed with a nod. “Okay.” “Okay. So let’s just put it behind us and get on with what’s important right now.” Rubbing his chin, Shepard gave another nod as he turned to face Kaidan. “Bury it?” Kaidan nodded as well. “Bury it. Forgive it. I…think that’s how we get past Horizon.” Shepard’s eyes turned to the ground as he nodded again. He gave a look to Kaidan, who stared at the Commander in frustration, before eyeing the door. “I should…probably get going.” It hurt to hear, but the tension in the room was undeniable. It was too much for either one of them to bear right now. “Thanks for coming by.” Kaidan collapsed back down on the mattress with his eyes turned to the window as to not watch Shepard leave. Their feelings hung in the air, but remained unsaid. “Take care, Kaidan.”While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. 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