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Black and White	By : CyberII Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 8146 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Do not own Mass Effect or characters, writing for fun, but not profit.

Chapter List
- 1-Pt.1
- 2-Pt.2
- 3-Pt.3
- 4-Pt.4
- 5-Pt.5
- 6-Pt.6
- 7-Pt.7
- 8-Pt.8
- 9-Pt.9
- 10-Pt.10
- 11-Pt.11
- 12-Pt.12
- 13-Pt.13
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"You have a nice voice," unexpected sound from behind his back made him almost jump out of his plates.

"I apologize; I had no intention to scare you," Samara tilted her head, "I didn't want to interrupt you either."

"No problem, I just… didn't hear you enter. Got engrossed with… you know," he waved his hand over the armor pieces on the table. "I'll wrap it up since you came…"

"No need to," the asari touched the blue surface of his shoulder armor absentmindedly, slid her fingers along the curved edge, "I'll watch you working if you have nothing against it. I also enjoyed your… crooning, I wouldn't mind to listen a little more."

He probably looked too embarrassed, so she stared up into his eyes with an almost pleading timid smile.

"Any kind of turian art is so rare outside of turian space… It was so nice to recall the memories of my younger days."

Garrus cleared his throat nervously, bending over the table and picking a random piece of armor, suddenly ashamed of his playlist. He shuffled through the tracks, searching for some real songs, not club hits. She took her favorite spot on the counter, silently watching him cleaning his armored boot of dried blood. No matter the color, it all turns muddy-brown once spilt, he mentally noted with a bitter smirk.

It was easier to get over his shyness with the help of monotonous polishing movements. He started to hum some war ballad once again, trying to remain oblivious to his quiet watcher. The smooth metal surface slowly appeared from under the stains, as he rubbed them off, he didn't pay attention to the song anymore.

Until the track stopped. The room sank into silence.

He raised his eyes and saw the Justicar's dreamy smile. Her palm slid along her elegant neck, light-blue eyes filled with longing. She looked through him as usual, but his heart jumped, when he imagined her fixing those eyes on him…

Her heels clicked against the tiles on the floor. Samara tilted her head in an almost flirtatious way, slightly narrowed eyes lit up with a mischievous twinkle.

"Thank you, Garrus. You cannot imagine how much it meant to me… the fondest memories it invoked."

Slowly she approached him, a new expression in her large eyes – reminiscing, nostalgic, almost painful yet enchanted. Her hands stopped halfway from reaching out for him, trembling uncertainly, like she was fighting an urge to touch him. Her whole graceful frame trembled of some kind of inner struggle, cold features softened when the curtain of indifference dropped replaced by helplessness. He just towered above her, suddenly nervous… wishing to feel her small cool hands on him. He was about to make a step to close the distance…

She stepped back, lowering her hands, and bowed her head regally.

"Thank you," she repeated, her voice turned small and grieving.

He lowered his eyes to the table with armor pieces to hide the awkwardness. Those deep-drawn thoughts in his mind, how dared he to think of her that way, of a physical contact with someone that majestic and distant… It was inappropriate, it was confusing, he had no idea his subconscious had such kind of hidden impulses. He respected her deeply, admired her, her mysteriousness intrigued him – she was a higher creation, one of the 'look, don't touch' kind…

It probably was a mistake his imagination made up craving for some real affection he missed on Omega. He just should bury that impulse deeper in his mind and forget about it. He didn't do anything to give it out after all, anything he would regret later. He'd be happy to stay by her side, simply venerating her, not letting the basic instincts or unreasonable feelings ruin her pedestal.

Besides, he couldn't even stay with her.

He had to say it, no matter how much he hated to say it.

"I think I recovered well enough to leave. Got to sneak to my base, check on my men, receive the healthy dose of scolding for dropping out of sight…"

She scanned him with a long thoughtful glare, and then smiled faintly.

"Too bad, I almost became accustomed to your company. I enjoyed our time spent together."

Her words gave him a strange kind of warm feeling deep inside of his chest. It felt too nice to fight down. He turned to her and grinned.

"Okay, I'll leave tomorrow then."

They spent half of that night telling stories, and Samara felt like reminiscing the events of her maiden years for the first time during her conversations with him. Her past as a mercenary was truly adventurous, it made Garrus wonder what happened to that woman full of zest, enjoying her life, exploring her talent for combat to turn her into this icy sorrowful… device serving the letter of the Justicar Code. Sometimes he thought he saw a reflection of past joy warming her frozen features, but each time it was gone in a split second before he was sure about it.

That Code felt like a hide for her – she had five thousand Sutras, she had no necessity to think for herself most of the time. No feel of guilt, no responsibility – in exchange for an empty, emotionless and lonely life. Garrus tried to imagine how awful it would be for someone with a lifespan that long. She really had something in her past to hide from, something terrifying. He wasn't sure if he wanted to hear that story one day. Probably not.

"Wait a second. You mean, Aria knows I'll be in the club and she will set the day and time for this? Why couldn't we just set a neon billboard "Only one day, Archangel in 'Afterlife'! Be the first to get his head!"?"

Garrus was adjusting his armor, preparing to leave, he wasn't in a hurry though – they had a plan to discuss. What Samara just told him – well, he didn't like it. Trusting Aria was too risky without a few tricks up the sleeve. And he had to be in the club without the sleeves – the armor to hide some tricks in.

"I understand your concern, but you cannot spend every day there as well. We must be sure Morinth is in the club when you go in; Aria will give me a sign when she's spotted by the surveillance system. Aria gave me her word," Samara smiled coldly, "And she's aware of Justicars."

"Uh-huh, I hope your authority will be enough for me to get out of there in one piece. Fine, how do I find that Morinth and what should I do next?"

"I suggest you won't even need to seek for her, eventually she'll find you herself," the Justicar cocked her head to the side, observing him with a sorrowful glare. "She's got an excellent sense of prey, honed by centuries of her hunt. Just be yourself, she won't able to resist."

"I got your idea; you're implying that for her it will be written 'Archangel' all over me…" he rubbed his mandible. "If I get out of this adventure alive, I'll end up officially paranoid. But… go on, I'm listening."

"Few things I know about her: she admires strength, directness and vigor. A young turian rebel like you won't have a problem with this part, your suicidal bravery would be delicious to her, and you're so good in telling stories," she narrowed her eyes, quite playful, he thought. "She's hedonist, she loves clubs, drugs, loud music, glamour."

"You must have been digging really hard to learn all this about her," he put on his gloves, sat on the corner of the table. "I think I can keep this conversation. I wonder if she likes Expel 10, sounds like it's her kind of music."

"True," Samara lowered her eyes, "Killing her has been my focus for 400 years. Also it was the reason why I became a Justicar. Aria gave me a lead too; her last victim, a young girl, lived with her mother not far from the club. I… talked to her mother and promised to avenge her daughter's death. Poor child was a promising sculptor… Morinth is interested in arts; also she loves a movie called 'Vaenia'…"

"Oh, I know that movie," Garrus spread his mandibles in a smirk, "Too sweet and girly for my taste, but the score is cool. As for arts – well, I always wanted to learn how to paint. You know, not the walls with blood – what I settled for…"

"You leave Morinth no chance against you," once again she had that quick flash of flirtatious spark in her eyes which left him grinning awkwardly. "I've thought I saw everything in my life, travelling across the Galaxy, exploring the places most people never heard of. Yet here, in such a nasty place I found someone that interesting…"

That meant nothing, he said to himself, she's just being appreciative. It didn't mean what you want to hear in her words…

He nodded curtly.

"Then I lure her out, you watch and appear when she won't be expecting it. I got it, glad to have few more days to think over the details."

Calmly she followed his steps to the door. He turned around to say goodbye, when she cautiously took his gloved hand in hers.

"Good luck. Expect my message soon."

He had a silly grin on his face for the half of his way back to his base…
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