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Never Again
By : ArcadiaJones
Category: +M through R > Mass Effect
Views: 5322 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or ideas of Mass Effect. They belong to Bioware, and I am making no money writing this story. - Chapter List
Author’s Note: I would highly recommend listening to “4:AM Forever” by Lostprophets whilst reading this chapter. The song fits what I imagine Garrus’s mental state to be perfectly (assuming Shepard died at 4 AM, hehe).
“Far Away” by Nickelback also fits very nicely, if you want a softer tone. Four A year had passed since the Normandy’s destruction, and Garrus sat alone in his tiny apartment somewhere deep within Omega’s slums. A year, and yet he couldn’t forget a thing. He couldn’t bring himself to properly mourn her, because that would mean accepting that she was gone. And that he could never do. He had been fighting for a long time; he couldn’t remember feeling so tired. With all that had happened, Garrus couldn’t bring himself to go back to C-Sec and sit behind a desk the rest of his days, listening to how yet another crooked cop had managed to slip through the system or how another rich politician had managed to buy his way out of well-earned jail time. The corruption was spreading thicker, and he felt as if it were time to take the matter of doling out justice into his own hands. Besides…the only time he ever stopped feeling the pain was when he was in the middle of a gunfight, wondering if this time that bullet would get past his armor and end his life. Perhaps if there was some paradise waiting for him at the end of it all, Garrus would be able to spend it with her. No matter what came, anything was better than the hell he was living now. Garrus had built a good team of men who were all sick of listening to the hype, just like him. They had been wronged, and they were willing to try and make the galaxy just a little better—one dead merc at a time. There was a knock on his front door, startling Garrus from his thoughts. His talons tightened around the barrel of his sniper rifle, eyes wide and wild. “Garrus? It’s me.” He sighed. It was just Sidonis. Rising creakily to his feet, Garrus moved to the door and opened it a crack, looking out at his turian partner. “What’s up?” “I just came to ask if you could meet me tomorrow…down by the docking bay.” There was a shifty look in the turian’s eyes, but Garrus didn’t notice it. “I need your help with something.” Garrus nodded. “Sure thing. What time?” “How about around nineteen-hundred hours?” “Gotcha. Be careful on your way back. I saw some batarian gangsters lurking down the street a couple of hours ago.” “Oh, um…right. I’ll watch my back. Take care, Garrus. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Closing the door once more, Garrus resumed his seat on the pathetic excuse for a bed her kept shoved in the corner. Distantly he wondered what Sidonis needed him for—the man had looked awfully troubled—but quickly brushed it off. His friend would tell him when he needed to know, and that was enough. As his body settled once more, his thoughts began drifting back down their previous path. He saw Shepard’s face, and if he closed his eyes, he could feel her lips pressing against him. Garrus cursed himself for a fool for not letting her know how he truly felt…a coward for leaving her alone on that ship… His eyes burned as if with tears, only there were no tears left. In the days following Shepard’s death, every last bit of moisture had leached out of him. The only thing left within Garrus now was a void that threatened to consume everything—everyone—around him. It was for this reason that even though he trusted his companions, he never let them get too close; never let them know his true heart. Despite that, he was always willing to help them, and even found himself laughing at times when they sat together after a job well done. Perhaps, given enough time, he would be able to at least dull the pain. It would never leave him completely, but with good friends—and a lot of good turian booze—maybe it was possible to find himself another reason to live. For now, though, he would continue to suffer. It was the only way he could be sure that he would never forget her.- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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