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Never Again	By : ArcadiaJones Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 5322 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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
- 1-One
- 2-Two
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- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
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Five

One year later…

Surely he was hallucinating. All those hours spent in his sniper perch, looking through that scope, and now he was finally going crazy. There were ghosts chasing him.

Garrus looked through the scope once more, quickly dispatching another foolish freelancer before centering his sights on the ghost. Red hair…determined step…proud head held high…

The spirits were fucking with him. His insanity had sunk so deeply into the fibers of his being and now the spirits were tugging on his heart strings. There was no other possible explanation. As soon as she reached the stairway, she would surely vanish.

Still there.

The ghosts were getting closer…down the hall now…their footsteps echoed on the tile.

Don’t look.

The door behind him swished open and the ghosts were inside. Garrus didn’t turn around, just kept his attention focused on the scrambling mercs below.

“Archangel?”

Oh, these ghosts were good. Even the voice sounded like hers…

He held up a finger and then took aim once more, narrowing the crosshairs of his scope on the skull of a ballsy mercenary who had managed to make it into the lounge beneath his perch. With a squeeze of the trigger, the man’s head disappeared in a spray of gore. Satisfied that he had some time before the attacks resumed, Garrus straightened and turned around, slowly taking off his helmet. He sat on the back of a nearby chair, one leg extended out as he regarded the face of his sweetest dreams, and darkest nightmares.

“Shepard.”

She had thought it a distinct possibility that maybe, just maybe, this “Archangel” was her missing turian. But thinking it and seeing his face were two completely different things. Ever since her Cerberus-funded resurrection, Shepard had been determined to find out what had happened to him. She had grilled the Illusive Man for information, and unbeknownst to them both, he had provided it. Seeing him now, her heart was soaring.

“Garrus! What are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know. Just keeping my skills sharp with a little target practice.”

There was something troubling about the deadness in his voice. Even his eyes were glassy, looking at her but not really seeing her. Shepard was worried, but there would be time enough later on to figure out what was wrong. Right now, the only important thing was getting Garrus out of this mess. And that meant fighting their way through three mercenary bands.

Working quickly, Shepard explained that they were there to help him. Garrus seemed to accept her words without too much complaint, and they quickly formulated a plan to take care of the mercs. No matter his emotional health, his mind was still sharp and able to think fast under duress. And so the fight began.

Shepard wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to get the image of Garrus’s broken body out of her mind. Watching as the machine gun turrets of the gunship tore into his armor…watching him fall…

All she saw after that was red.

Any merc foolish enough to get in her way was ripped apart. Miranda and Jacob tried to keep up with her—tried to keep her from getting killed—but Shepard certainly didn’t make it easy. Her methods might be suicidal, but this time they proved effective. Within minutes, the mercs were all dead and their gunship left in ruins.

Breathing heavily, Shepard didn’t put her rifle away until the adrenaline pumping through her veins finally began to fade. She turned slowly to where Jacob and Miranda were kneeling over Garrus, their boots squeaking in the pool of blue blood beneath his body.

Shepard took a tentative step closer, thinking how unfair it was that after all this time, after all she’d been through, he would be taken away from her now, when she had finally found him once more. She knelt beside him, tracing her fingers along the carapace of his strong jaw.

“Garrus…”

He was drifting in darkness, feeling oddly at peace. Perhaps now he could finally be reunited with his human. The light of consciousness waited just ahead, but that wasn’t what Garrus wanted; waking up would draw him back into hell. And so he let himself drift further down into the darkness…

Garrus…

Wait…that voice…from the light? How could that be? Shepard should be waiting for him beyond, not where had had come from. The only thing that waited in the light were the ghosts.

As if set free after a long time cooped up, his rational mind tore through the insanity and took control.

Get your ass back there! It shouted at him. Stop being so goddamn fatalistic and open your eyes! Shepard is waiting for you…are you going to keep her worrying?

No!

With that one word, his mind was wrenched back into the light. Garrus opened his eyes—and gasped in pain. The right side of his face was on fire. He could feel the barrel of his sniper rifle just under his fingers, and he grasped it. Not so much because he needed the protection—or could use it even if he did—but rather because it was this rifle that had kept him alive this long, and perhaps its power would give him the strength to keep living.

“Garrus! Hold on!”

Shepard’s voice was right in his ear, her armored hand touching his face. There were other hands on him, turning him as packet after packet of medigel was applied to his wounds, but her touch was all that Garrus could feel. This time, when he slipped into darkness, Garrus knew that he would come back. What he had been waiting for was within reach now, and there was no way he would let her get away from him a second time.

Shepard stood in the debriefing room, arms crossed over her chest as she leaned up against the table, brow furrowed in thought. There were many things that needed to be done—such as finding that doctor the Illusive Man had mentioned—but she hadn’t had the heart to leave the ship just yet. Not while Garrus’s life hung on the precipice just a floor below her. Seeing his face had been a dream come true, but she was still worried about that strange look in his eyes when they had spoken for the first time in two years.

Perhaps their relationship had never progressed the way they had wanted, but there had still been a connection. Shepard still remembered the flower he had given her…thought it, too, had been lost in the burning wreckage that was the Normandy SR-1. But she kept a picture of it in her mind always…that was one memory that hadn’t been lost to death.

Across the room, Jacob watched her. He was a soldier, not a psychiatrist, but even he could tell that there was something more than the simple concern for a friend hidden behind the Commander’s carefully constructed mask. Jacob himself had never been attracted to another species—apart from a few asari—so it didn’t make sense to him, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she keep a level head, and that meant making sure the turian pulled through.

“Dr. Chakwas is doing everything she can for him,” he commented, drawing Shepard out of her thoughts. “There was some extensive damage done to his face, and she had to use cybernetic implants, but he should pull through…we hope.”

Her features didn’t change, but there was subtle shift in her eyes as of hope dying. Jacob cursed inwardly. Smooth move, bud.

Before he could continue to bury himself, the doors to the room slid open and there he was. Shepard looked up, mouth agape, as Garrus stepped in. The right side of his face was a mess of scab and bandage and the armor at his neck bore a new gaping hole, but those eyes were the same…and they were no longer dead. Blue eyes met green and Shepard shivered.

Far from dead.

“Tough sonuvabitch,” Jacob remarked with a smirk.

Garrus nodded slightly in his direction, but otherwise ignored the human. Jacob looked in between the turian and Shepard, realizing that he was no longer needed. With a quick salute to his commanding officer, he exited the room. Alone at last, Garrus shifted his weight onto one foot, eyes scorching her as he drew them up and down her body. She shivered again.

“So, no one would give me a mirror,” he said, voice not hinting at the hunger glowing in his eyes. “How do I look?”

Shepard returned his scrutiny, raking her eyes down his body. “Hell, you were always ugly Garrus.”

His mandibles flared in a grin, and with three large steps he was in front of her, taloned hands gently cupping her face, gently tracing her glowing scars. Shepard leaned her head back to look him in the eye, every fiber of her being begging to touch him, to feel her skin pressed against him…

“It’s good to see you,” he murmured.

“Yeah.” It was all she could say.

“Did you…did you really die?”

Shepard couldn’t look him in the eye just then. “Yes.”

Garrus’s hands tightened their grip, but he didn’t say anything. There was a wild tension about him, but he still exercised patience. Shepard hadn’t been quite ready to get into this conversation, but she owed him that much.

“When I went back to get Joker…the Collector ship came back around and hit the Normandy again. I couldn’t make it into the shuttle, and…well…” She cleared her throat. Those were some of the memories she wished had been lost. The feeling of her eyes exploding…her lungs shriveling…her brain…

Garrus lowered his forehead to rest against hers, and Shepard breathed a sigh of relief. Silently, she thanked him before continuing:

“Cerberus rebuilt me. It took them two years and a lot of money…but apparently their leader decided I was worth it. I still don’t trust them, but it would be foolish not to take the chance they are offering to stop the human abductions out here in the Terminus. And…well…” She finally lifted her eyes back up, reaching a tentative hand to the bandages on his face. “At least they let me see you again. I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise.”

A low, rumbling laugh rippled through his chest, tinged with hysteria. But instead of answering her, Shepard found her lips stolen by his scaled mouth. Closing her eyes, she let herself relax. It was nothing like kissing a human—soft and wet—but somehow it felt more right. His tongue pressed against the barrier of her lips and she obligingly opened wide—gasping as the prehensile limb entered her mouth and wrapped itself around her own tongue. The feeling was indescribable; her mind couldn’t help but wonder what his tongue could do in a more sensitive place…

Garrus’s arms moved so that they could wrap around her waist, crushing her against him. The hard ridges of his armor dug into her unprotected skin, but she hardly cared. A lot had changed in him; this was one change that she found horribly exciting. The shy and nervous Garrus was gone; this Garrus knew what he wanted, and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“W-wait,” she gasped as he began carrying her towards the edge of the table—her legs wrapped around his waist. “What about the…allergy thing?”

Eyes still hungrily devouring her, he reached a hand into a pocket and produced a condom.

“Oh,” was all she had time to say before his tongue was in her mouth once more, tasting every inch. They had reached the table, and Shepard grunted as Garrus pushed her up against it. With her braced against the edge, his hands began moving across her clothes, tugging at clasps and zippers. He growled and she couldn’t help but giggle. His eyes glared at her for a moment and she glared back, the animalistic intensity driving her to even further heights of pleasure.

Between the two of them, her casual uniform was removed and tossed to the ground, leaving her clad only in a silky, dark blue bra and matching panties. Garrus stared at her body for a long moment, soaking up every detail. (Shepard silently congratulated herself on the foresight; normally she wore only simple cotton things that fit well beneath her armor.) Then it was a scramble to remove the buckles of his armor, the heavy pieces crashing to the floor.

It was the first time she had ever seen a naked turian; the metallic carapace covering his body glimmered in the low light of the room. Gaze travelling lower, Shepard watched as the soft head of a blue penis emerged from an opening in his armor, growing longer and longer. It was strange, but at the same time exhilarating.

Pausing a moment to put the condom on, Garrus moved against her once more, pressing his firm member against her silk-protected entrance. She gasped as he growled in her ear, grinding against her. Shepard raked her nails down the softer flesh of his neck, noting how it made the growling in his throat deepen.

“Shepard…” he breathed in her ear.

“Nnng…Garrus, please…”

His talons cut the sides of her panties, and then there was nothing more to get in the way. Shepard started to scold him—it wasn’t often that she found the time to shop for new clothes!—but was silenced as he entered her. Throwing her head back, she let out a gasp of surprise, pain, and delight. It had been a long time even before her death since she had been touched by a man; now that her body was new, it was almost like being a virgin again.

Shepard gripped his shoulders tightly, leaning her head back as agony and ecstasy warred within her. Garrus moved slowly, gripping her bare flesh a little too roughly in his attempt not to lose control. But spirits, he had wanted this for so long…had dreamed of it…and now that he was here, buried within her warm, pliant body, it was a miracle that he even knew what control was anymore.

Rocking slowly, he looked up into her eyes. Shepard’s brow was furrowed, her eyes closed tight, teeth digging into the pink flesh of her lower lip. Was she in pain? Garrus panicked and began to pull out. When she felt him leaving, Shepard clamped her legs down tight around his waist and slammed herself against him. Her eyes blazed as she glared at him.

“Don’t…you…dare!”

That was all it took. Garrus leaned forward and sunk his teeth into the flesh of her throat as his hips began a frantic pace. Shepard gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. Between the building friction of their bodies, the little moans escaping her throat, and the blood in his mouth, Garrus knew he wouldn’t last much longer. It was a sensory overload; so long without her, and now he possessed her completely…

Shepard forced his face up so that she could kiss him just before they threw their heads back and came together.

Spent, Garrus rested his hands against the surface of the table on either side of her, face buried in her neck. Shepard kept her legs wrapped around his waist, her left arm looped around his neck while the right traced feather-light patterns down his back. They both groaned as he pulled out.

Garrus looked at the wound he had left on her neck and gently licked it in apology. Goosebumps spread over her bare flesh as she shuddered. The next time, she would have to put that tongue to good use.

“Shepard.”

They jumped at the feminine, pixilated voice. Instinctively, Garrus drew himself in front of her in a protective attempt for her modesty. It was a touching sentiment, but Shepard knew it was unneeded. She laid a placating hand on his shoulder.

“Yes, EDI?”

“As this is your ship, you are of course licensed to do with it as you will. But might I suggest using a more private location? Two of the maintenance crew tried to gain entrance to the room during your activities. I kept the door locked, but don’t be surprised if that begins drawing attention.”

Shepard couldn’t help but laugh. “Thank you, EDI. We appreciate it, really.”

“Of course, Shepard.”

Garrus looked at Shepard, and the two shared a smile.

“Guess we should get dressed,” he remarked.

“Yeah, um…about that…”

“Hmm?”

“I…can’t feel my legs.”

Garrus stared at her, mouth slightly agape. Shepard could only shrug sheepishly. During, the nerves had begun to go numb; afterwards, they had completely fallen asleep. It had really been a while. A chuckle began to rise up in his throat, and then the turian threw his head back and began to laugh heartily—only to splutter and stop, one hand pressed to the ruined side of his face.

“Oh, don’t make me laugh. My face is barely holding together as it is.”

“I’m not joking!” she insisted. “Could you…hand me my pants?”

“Of course, my lady.”

Garrus ducked down as Shepard threw one of his greaves at him, laughing. He pulled her close for another kiss before sorting through their clothes.
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