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Shore Leave	By : LuciferDragon Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 8934 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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We looked out over the gardens of the Zakera ward, illuminated by the nebula we were docked in. I hadn’t really slowed down to appreciate the different areas of the Citadel. Any time we were here, it was usually to drop off a mission, restock and refuel, and then leave. At least it was for me. My subordinates took advantage of every time we docked to get out of the ship. Most of them, anyway.
“She’s still upset that Javik isn’t what she expected.”
He snorted, leaning on the guardrail in front of us as I told him what Liara had wanted to discuss. “Everyone is different. The galaxy is full of assholes. Doesn’t matter what species. Even salarians have their share.”
I held on to the bar, leaning back a bit with its support. “She’s put his whole species on a pedestal for fifty years. I can see why she’s upset. Here’s this glorious race of Protheans eons ago, which left us hauntingly beautiful ruins and other indicators of their culture. We finally find a pod containing the last one of that race and… out pops Javik, the Master of Douchebaggery.”
“And Airlock Tossing.”
“Yes, and airlock tossing.”
He shrugged, still staring at the fountains in front of us. “I guess I can understand that point. I don’t think anyone was expecting Javik to be like he is.”
“What about you?”
“I reserved my judgment for when he wasn’t trying to kill us in his state of shock.” He snorted.
“What’s funny about this?”
“They should just hook up and be done with it.” I stared at him and he looked at me due to my silence. “What? Everyone is thinking it. Have you not noticed the tension between them?”
In fact I hadn’t. I really was a little out of it if I missed something like that and Garrus had picked up on it instead. “I’m bad at this friend thing, aren’t I?”
“Just a little out of practice, I think.” He put his arm around my shoulder and I gripped his waist lightly. “I’ll talk to Javik if you want to talk to Liara. I think the whole ship would benefit if they had sex.”
I scoffed and leaned into his embrace. “You know what? Deal. You get the raging Prothean, I’ll take the quiet and angry archaeologist.”
“You make it sound like I have a problem dealing with raging people. I deal with you on a daily basis. I think I’m alright.”
I punched him in the side and shoved him away as he started laughing. “Yeah, laugh it up. You can go sleep on the ship with your guns for all I care.” I started to walk away.
“Oh you know I only half meant it.” He took a few long strides and stood in front of me, holding on to my arms. “I mean, look at you. A paragon wouldn’t have the scars you do.”
I sighed. “Point taken. I think I have a reason to be pissed off though.”
“So does Liara. You said it yourself. She put his race on a pedestal for over fifty years. And then she finally meets one, and he’s such a disappointment to her theories and research since he’s a killer, not a scientist.”
I saw his point. I looked at him through my lashes, an amused smirk breaking through. “I’ll talk to her tomorrow then.” He started leading me off the balcony we were on, though I didn’t really care where we were going. “Jeez, imagine what would happen if Liara did her asari stuff with Javik.”
“It would turn out to be a very interesting asari, I can say that much.” He took us down a flight of stairs, to the edge of the artificial lake. “Her brains and his killing instinct? She’d be more deadly than an ardat-yakshi.”
I cocked a brow at him. “What are we even doing down here?”
“Being somewhere we’re not supposed to,” he answered with a wink. He bent down and scooped up a few loose rocks that had been placed as decoration from the gardeners.
“I think they hand-pick every single one of those rocks.”
“Is that right?” He took one in his dominant hand and rolled the wrist a few times. He took a familiar stance and tossed the rock towards the lake. It skimmed the surface four times. “I doubt they’ll notice a few missing.”
I smirked. “You know, if that turian groundskeeper finds out, he’ll be more than a bit miffed.”
“As if I care.” He put one in my hand and curled my fingers over it. “Think you can beat four?”
“You know it.” Or not. I was severely out of practice. When you live on the streets of a city, there aren’t many opportunities to slow down and skim rocks over the surface of water. A lot of times, especially with the crew I was running with, if you stopped to do something like this, you were beaten for wasting time that could have been getting us food and money. I took the stance he took and tossed the rock. It sunk immediately, as did my shoulders.
He gave a chuckle similar to when I had intentionally missed my shot with the rifle. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone you don’t know how to properly skip a rock. It isn’t something a lot of people know how to do anymore.” He motioned up, to the other arms visible of the Citadel. “Not while they live here or in mainland cities.” He rolled his wrist again. “Besides, with this war, I doubt anyone’s top priority is taking a step back to breathe.”
I shook my head as he tossed the next one, this one reaching six skips. I suddenly lost all interest in rocks, in the Citadel, in the whole war. I took his hand in mine, feeling his three fingers conform to mine more easily than we had first thought. “I think I’m done with this place. What about you?”
“Was waiting for you. This is more your shore leave than mine. I don’t care about getting off the ship that much.”
I huffed in amusement. “That’s for sure. I think I saw you out and about once while we were here gathering missions, and that was when you were navigating wounded turians in the holding area.” I heard the rocks fall back to the ground before he took my other hand and rested his forehead to mine. “You really need to pry yourself away from those calibrations of yours.”
I felt his breath of a laugh against my lips. “I know. But I need something to distract myself while you’re away. The war is taking a toll on more than just you, you know.”
I still didn’t meet his gaze. I only gripped his fingers a bit harder. “I know. Still nothing from your family?” I looked up in time to see his gaze grow pained. I had my answer. I reached up and touched the unscarred side of his face while his now free hand fell to my hip. “If they’re anything like you, Vakarian, they’re alive somewhere. Communications are down for a lot of people. If you want, we can go to Palavan and—“
“No. Shepard, we have a mission. Don’t waste resources for me.”
“But—“
“Don’t, Shepard.” His grip on my hip increased for a moment. “If we waste more time, if we focus on my selfish needs to find my family who may or may not be dead, everyone will die anyway.” He took a steadying breath. “Duty comes before anything else for a turian. I will find my father and sister after this war.”
I understood. I lightly stroked along his mandible, feeling it twitch minutely under my touch. “I thought you were a horrible turian though.”
He hummed in response through his sub-harmonics. “I am. I fell in love with a human, remember?”
I tilted my chin and kissed him gently, feeling his pressure of a response.
He chuckled against my lips, making me pull back and look at him curiously. “My father is going to have a field day with this relationship.”
“What happens if he doesn’t approve?”
“I tell him to fuck off and mind his own business. I am where I belong.”
I shrugged. “If all else fails, we’ll make a new clan. Clan Normandy. We’ll design new tattoos and make everyone on board get them.”
He showed his teeth in a grin. “That sounds like a good plan to me.” He tilted his head in the direction of the transit station. “I did manage to get in touch with my contacts, if you’re still interested.”
I groaned in longing. “A chance to have nothing at all bother us? Yes, please and thank you.”
He used our still joined hands and led me back to the main path. “I was also told it makes sex better. I never had a chance to test that theory.”
“Sometimes. Play your cards right tonight and you might get to find out firsthand, Vakarian.”
“I’ll hold you to that… And to other more solid things.”
I nudged his hip with mine. “You call the shots tonight.” I shivered at his flanging, feral-sounding purr.
“Then I think it’s time we went home, don’t you?”
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