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One of a Kind	By : Hiiroshoken Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 18165 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: so I need to apologize. Apparently one of my chapters got named improperly and I ended up mixing them up. Here is the correct order.

A/N: Thankyou everyone so much for your support! I am absolutely floored by the number of people that enjoy this crap that I just happen to projectile vomit through my hands on the screen. This chapter is for all of you. Thank you for being such wonderful muses. I love you all. Warnings for violence, puns, and dun dun duuuunn…..some lemonade? Enjoy and let me know what you think. The next chapter is already mostly written and it is going to be fairly large. This chunk didn’t quite fit so I split it. Expect it in a week or so. I do have a convention I am doing this coming weekend so I will do my best to have it up after I return.

Being under anesthetic had always been something that made Shepard wary. Sleeping in general tended to be something she put off as much as possible, what with the whole, being unconscious for two years thing. No, she refused to refer to it as death. Thinking that way was just too overwhelming and her life was already too crazy as it was without her having to rationalize or speculate about her continued existence. So, she differed to the timeless human tradition of denial in the face of things her brain couldn’t wrap around. And so it was no real surprise to her that while under, her mind went to a strange, uncharted part of her mind.
She was back on Virmire. She could tell from the endless sea that glittered blue green in the tropical sun, the palm plants that swayed happily in the pleasant breeze and because of the faint gunfire that echoed all around them. The later ruined the picturesque scenery. Salarians without names or faces scurried for cover, the impressive battle cry that could have only belonged to Urdnot Wrex scattering them like Earth rabbits. Shepard bolted toward the commotion, knowing that if she didn’t step in that someone was going to die. With an army of fake Krogan and a giant base to contend with, she didn’t think that they needed anymore fatalities. Wrex was pissed. His heavily armored form paced the beach, shotgun letting loose loud shots that ripped through the relative peace. She remembered this. This had already happened. They had stared each other down, neither wanting to back off and yet hesitating at killing each other. She didn’t want to kill him. She respected, hell nearly felt like she loved the big guy; not that she had told him that. He hadn’t wanted to destroy the base because of the possible cure to the genophage. Shepard understood. But she also knew that these Krogan Saren produced were nothing but drones, hollow, and useless as anything more than cannon fodder. Hell none of them even had minds!
They had yelled at each other until they were both on the verge of snapping until something she said made him back down. She knew that he was going to be pissed for a long time after the mission, but when it was all said and done and she watched from space as a close friend became dust and meat, she hadn’t resisted finding him. Garrus and the other soldiers that usually inhabited the lower deck had made themselves scarce when Wrex had stormed aboard. Needless to say, it was still deserted aside from the Krogan that was angrily pacing the length of the hanger. Shepard tensed the moment his bloody eyes fell upon her unarmored form and she held her ground as he bull rushed her. With a stunning amount of control on his part, he stopped mere inches from her, hot breath heavy as it fanned her blank face. Her orange eyes didn’t blink, or waver and he growled low in his throat. He was hurting as she was. And uncaring of the consequences, Shepard lifted her bare hand to trace the wicked looking scars that lined the right side of his face. He let her touch him, his scales shivering under the light treatment. With a soft rush of air from her lungs, she found herself pinned to the elevator door, one of the krogan’s large hands on her hip, the other her breast.
Her hands gripped at his armor, more startled than frightened by the sudden move. Wrex buried his snout into the side of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply as he held her in place. Teeth grazed her flesh, his scent of blood, sweat, and something musky, only adding to her racing heart. He grew still, as though realizing where he was and what he was doing.
“Shepard…”
“Wrex?” She asked almost habitually, hating the way her voice wavered.
“If you don’t get out of here now I may not be able to stop what I do to you or that crap you call a uniform,” He warned, tone lower than normal, almost feral and full of need. Shepard took a few deep, steadying breaths, trying to gain control of her thoughts and her body. After struggling briefly, she scoffed. Fuck it. She jerked hard on the collar of his armor, bringing her face close to the side of his as her gaze became hooded. She hadn’t gotten this far in life by being safe and listening to reason. Her lips ghosted across his jaw as a dark grin curved her mouth.
“No one orders me around on my own ship, Wrex. And I don’t see me stopping you either,” She half purred, red bangs falling into her face rebelliously as she pressed a kiss to his throat. The surprised choking sound he made in his throat made her smile broaden. He recovered quickly enough however, not about to waste time on such an open invitation and let out a snarl of approval, hands roughly exploring what he could through her clothes. “ Too open here, though. Don’t want anyone interrupting us, now do we?”
He grinned and tilted his head slightly. She had a feeling that he would find that situation more amusing than anything else. His armored fist smashed into the elevator console violently and Shepard couldn’t stop the flinch that shook her.
“That is coming out of your pay, you realize?” She drawled blandly, glancing at the damaged keypad near her shoulder. A feral growl was her answer followed by the large Krogan scooping her up like a small toy. His claws bit into her thighs as he carried her toward the weapons berth in against the wall. He roughly flung aside spare ammo and bits, and settled her none too gently upon the cool metal that prickled her skin even through her civilian clothes. And before she could protest or even figure out what he was up to, the large male was on his knees between her legs that he held apart in a vice. She squirmed futilely, arching to look down at the top of his massive head as he nosed at the crotch of her pants.
“W-wrex?!” She let out, voice much higher than normal when his large flat tongue swiped across the source of her scent. He ignored her, pressing harder against her with a second and third pass of the wet appendage. Shepard writhed and groaned in frustration, her body heating and freezing in an odd juxtaposition as the dampness seeped through the thick cloth that kept him from her. His bloody, lust filled eyes traveled up the line of her body as her breath came in quick heavy pants. She couldn’t get enough air in her lungs and her fingers gripped the edge of the table harshly. She could hear her blood surging through her ears, could feel it rushing down to her nether regions and she stifled a wonton moan. The scent of metal, engine oil, and her own arousal teased at her nose along with the smell of him, heat and musk and need. Her eyes greedily sucked him in from the cocky grin to the sunset hued scales and the practically glowing blue eyes that watched her possessively, “Grunt!?”
Shepard shot up from where she had been laying on the low bed she had been given for her stay, her breathing harsh and clipped and good god did she feel like the floor had been ripped out from under her. She blinked blearily into the dark room that only held what little light filtered in from the artificial lamps outside that peeked in through the cracks in the wall here and there. Her chest heaved and sweat dotted her forehead, making her mussed locks stick to her skin. A groan left her and she tugged her hair into a fist, glaring off into forever as her mind tried to figure out what in the hell had happened. She had been dreaming of a memory, one that she was particularly fond of only to have that idiot, tank-bred, jackass barge into it! Shepard’s eyes narrowed dangerously as the now ever present anger tickled at the underside of her skin tauntingly. She flopped back into the pile of furs and blankets that covered the large bed. It was low to the ground and wide, easily able to accommodate an adult male Krogan but not much more than that. To Shepard it was nearly the size of her bed back on the Normandy. It was crude and constructed of a tough, scratchy mesh material that was stretched between six legs and a frame made of metal. She had of course loaded it with as many soft things as possible the moment she had moved in.
But, how did she get in her bed? The last thing that she really remembered was clinging to Wrex in the tomka. Had he carried her here? Embarrassment flooded her features at the thought of passing out in front of him and the others. She would need to do some damage control to reassert her bad ass reputation. Bad-assery did not swoon or cry like small babies. Some dick stomping, proverbial or non would be another bullet point on her future schedule to set things to rights. She felt oddly detached from her own body as she lay there blankly. A soft blip from her omni tool that sat next to her pillow caught her attention. It was a message from Mordin. Curious and still very lost she read over the contents. So he had looked her over huh? Her physical wounds had been minor and he had treated and bandaged them easily enough. He was still working out the strange illness that was in her bloodstream but had left specific instructions for her to not go anywhere and REST. Yeah. Right.
“I leave you alone for two weeks and see what happens? Honestly Shepard, keep this up and I am putting your squishy human ass in a bubble,” Said an all too welcome turian that strolled inside of the modest (read: crappy and primitive) room. The blue lit scanner that was ever present on his face cast strange shapes along the stone walls as he paced before her bed with his arms folded over his chest. Shepard snorted and gave him a small smirk, eyes full of mischief.
“Thanks for caring, Mom,” She stated, genuinely pleased that her closest friend had shown up. Garrus was like the jelly to her peanut butter and with him around the world was a little more stable. They had always been partners in crime, even when she had first begun her journey hunting the former specter Saren. He had always been right alongside her, getting into trouble, shooting their way out of trouble, and spouting quirky one liners in between. She was touched that out of all of her allies, he hadn’t believed for one second that she was dead when she had been spaced. He’d shook his head, chuckled in that self-assured manner and simply claimed that she’d be back. He had always said that there was something almost magic about her, some spirit somewhere keeping her from passing over. He made her laugh and was easy to talk to, understanding, and very much looked at the universe much the same way she did. For a time they had briefly considered being together. Neither could take it seriously enough to try, however and had settled for being cross species siblings of a sort.
The turian plopped down on the bed, his weight swinging the hammock like thing back and forth gently. Sighing in frustration, the alien glanced over at her in her little mound of pillows and blankets and grinned toothily (not that turians could grin any other way).
“ So, how’s Wrex?” He asked with a sly sort of tone that had her hackles rising and her face flushing. Asshole.
“Oh you know, being Wrex. He’s great, wonderful,” She said it as though she were speaking of pleasant things like daisies and sunshine.
“Come now, Shepard, I’m allergic to an overabundance of dextro-amino bullshit, what happened and why in the hell has Grunt been looking at you as though you are the universe’s shiniest gun?”Garrus demanded. The blanket monster named Shepard shuffled over to the metal clad turian and practically coiled herself around him, hands clinging to his waist. She hid her face from him, but he could smell the waves of unrest hovering around her.
“He can’t give me what I want. He cares more about his race than he does about me and what we had,” She mumbled woefully, his question bringing back her recent rejection at full force. Garrus had always been very perceptive when it came to Shepard and had called her on her feelings for the big Krogan long before even she had known. It was actually a little frightening how well he knew her.
“While part of me thinks he cares for you a hell of a lot more than he’s letting on, I can’t exactly say I am surprised. He is set on saving the Krogan after all,” The Turian replied, running a gloved hand over her messy locks soothingly, “ So, what does that have to do with our little adopted homicidal maniac?”
“Ah…that. I don’t really know what to make of it to be honest. Wrex is convinced that Grunt is after me to be his mate. Why is beyond me. I am not even a Krogan and he was designed to be a pure Krogan. So, doesn’t that mean that he should be programed to be only attracted to Krogan women?” She babbled nervously, burying herself further in the blankets and hiding her face in his side. Garrus chuckled softly, obviously amused by the situation.
“Well if history is anything to go by, Grunt is also terrible at doing what Okeer wants, let along doing what is expected of him,” Garrus stated wryly,” And out of all of the females that Grunt has encountered, you are by far the closest thing to a Krogan, Shepard. “
She was tempted to throttle him and cast a seething glare up at the turian who chuckled and patted her lightly.
Grunt on the other hand found himself seated on a cold metal table in the small side room that Mordin had commandeered for the duration of his stay. The aged Salarian had wanted to check on the tank breed to see how he was developing, not fully trusting Okeer’s experiments with good reason.
“OW!” The large male yelled, flinching back from the doctor that had just stabbed a particularly large needle into the soft underside of his arm. Blue eyes glared murderously at the smiling alien that tottered away with his sample to a small lab bench nearby where he began doing god knows what. “Is there a point to this?”
“Hah, point! Word play, clever,” Mordin chimed, earning a confused expression from the Krogan.
“What?” Grunt deadpanned before rubbing his arm tenderly.
“Checking up on your genetic structure and health should be routine in the case of deterioration or unforeseen illness. Also may have something to do with behavior and strange contaminant inside of Shepard. Must run comparison.” The fast talking male explained in the usual quick fire manner that Grunt was beginning to pick up on better.
“What is that supposed to mean? You think I got her sick?” Grunt snarled, hands forming into fists very quickly when those words sank in.
“Doubt that, however, do not wish to rule out any possibilities without thorough testing. Cannot take any chances with Shepard’s life, has already been through enough trauma, yes?” Mordin replied easily, not even sparing the Krogan a glance, “Something is inside of her blood stream, changing her genetics down to the very basic amino acids in her DNA. Need to find the source, need to determine long term and short term effects, also need to buy new socks, but first diagnosis and treatment.”
“Will it kill her?” Grunt asked somberly, blue eyes downcast as the thought of him getting Shepard sick turned in his brain.
“What? Socks? Killing Shepard, preposterous!” The Salarian laughed and Grunt felt like hopping off of the table and breaking the old man’s face. Mordin fixed him with a serious look then, lips a firm line. “I don’t know. Possible in the long run sure, but without further testing and a source, who knows. However, Shepard is very strong even without implants. Should trust in her. “
Grunt nodded, looking down at his hands silently. After a long moment, he looked up at Mordin, curiosity overflowing his expression.
“Hey, Doc, what’s a kiss?” He asked with a sly grin and Mordin gave him a puzzled look, tilting his head to the side and scratching at one of the mounds atop his head. Teaching baby Krogan nonviolent activities, eh sure, what could go wrong?
“You know what I mean, Shepard. You are aggressive, strong, independent, and stubborn. You know how to fight better than most, are incredibly hard to kill and have an attitude that would put Wrex to shame on a good day. You don’t see any resemblance?” He explained, “ Also you were the one to wake him up, the first person in the whole universe he laid eyes on and on top of all of that you are his battlemaster, a figure he looks up to and respects more than anyone. You can’t tell me you are that surprised.”
Shepard was quiet, unable to look at the alien she clung to as she bit her lower lip thoughtfully. Her heart thudded in the back of her throat and nerves tickled her skin. Was it that simple?
“Or…are you surprised for a different reason?” He asked, voice full of certainty and flanging the way it did when he knew he was right about something. She said nothing, her wide orange eyes staring up at him through her bangs and the fabric of her blankets. “Are you okay with it?”
She opened her lips to speak, throat constricting and heat crossing her face and neck. Was she okay with the knowledge that he had given her about herself? What Grunt had revealed in her? Did she want the Krogan with sunset scales? The door to her room slammed open with enough force to send it careening across the room with a violent thud, the bulky form of a Krogan male silhouetted by the bright light streaming behind him growled murderously. A roar rushed from the monster’s lips and knowing instantly who it was a why he was there, Shepard ungracefully threw all of her weight and a bit of her biotics hard to the left, tossing Garrus clear of her. The armored Krogan slammed into the bed seconds later, collapsing the metal frame and toppling both him and the surprised human into an awkward heap.
“Garrus run!” Shepard yelled, placing herself over the enraged Krogan’s prone form and released a burst of biotic power to force him into the ground. The Turian hesitated briefly, not wanting to leave the injured woman, but at the same time, knowing he would only make things worse. He booked it. Shepard’s power held half a heartbeat before the silver clad male snarled and reversed their positions, pinning her to the dirt violently. She let him hold her in place despite the pain in her wounds and let her body go slack. He was in a blood rage and wouldn’t understand commands or fighting anyway. So, she laid there. Grunt growled low in his throat, a deep resonating sound that shook her insides and the human stared up into those blue eyes that were dilated, black almost covering the whole of them.
“Grunt,” She half cooed, her hands moving up to touch the sides of his face. He zeroed in on her face, teeth bared as he fought to get himself under control. An idea sparked inside of the little female and smirking mischievously, she used his armor for leverage, nuzzling her cheek against the side of his jaw. He couldn’t calm down because he’d noticed Garrus, another male in her room. His hormones demanded that he attack, kill. But if she could distract him, maybe he would wake up? One of her hands moved to stroke the exposed skin of his bicep, nails dragging along the back of his arm and earning a very different sort of growl from him.
“S-Shepard?” He asked huskily in a voice that sent goose flesh racing down her body.
“Do you want me to kiss you or not, you big idiot! Get yourself under control!” She hissed angrily and Grunt’s eyes went wide and he stilled, looking around the room curiously.
“I almost killed Garrus again, didn’t I?” He asked almost sheepishly. Her glare was enough of an answer.
“Lucky for you, you are so damn predictable. Otherwise, I would have killed you myself,” She spat, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring up at him,” You broke my bed, you jackass.”
“Sorry,” He didn’t sound sorry. In fact he sounded like he hadn’t even really heard her and instead inhaled deeply. She wasn’t wearing armor, only a flimsy tshirt and her underwear. Her scent was so powerful that he could taste it and oh did he want to. His scales bristled with a shudder and his claws dug into the rock and dirt and metal as he tried to resist grabbing her and just…just… he didn’t know what he wanted to do, to be honest, but his body did. She stared in fascination at the chords in his neck straining as if it was taking all the strength he had to keep still. Caught up in her emotions, in the scent of him, the rush of adrenaline, her own attraction, she didn’t know, but Shepard propped herself up on her elbows and ruined her future. She brushed her face against his, his warm scales smooth and nice against her soft skin. A soft sound left her throat and she pressed her lips to the side of his mouth. The Krogan stilled entirely, eyes wide, breathing hard as she laid soft kisses along his jaw, her small human tongue flicking out to taste him briefly. The sensations, though strange, alien, sent heat straight to his groin and a low purr left the big male.
“There’s your stupid kiss,” She whispered, nipping lightly at his jaw. Grunt felt as though his chest were about to explode, his insides twisting in a way that was both painful and pleasant. His mouth was at her neck before she could protest. He ran his tongue along her skin, his teeth teasing the juncture of her neck and shoulder in a way that had her mewling softly under him. “Get the hell up! You are hurting my ribs.”
A certain Salarian doctor peered curiously inside, tapping his lips with a single digit thoughtfully. Perhaps teaching Krogan anything non-violent was impossible after all?
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