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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
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 6
- 7
- 8
Author’s Note: I did my best to replicate the Paragon version of Garrus’s companion mission. I know I didn’t get all of the words right, but you get the general idea.

Seven

They were in a shuttle gliding across the airways of the Citadel in the direction of the place Harkin had gotten Sidonis to meet them. Garru’s palms felt sweaty as he gripped the sniper rifle in his lap. After all this time, he would finally have his revenge. Sidonis had much to answer for, and Garrus would make sure that he suffered for each life that had been lost.

Shepard sat in the shuttle beside him, easily steering the craft through the “alleys” of the Citadel, away from traffic. Occasionally, she would glance over at him with a look of worry on her face. Garrus knew what she was thinking—they had gone through all the arguments before—but still he couldn’t bring himself to agree with her. Sidonis had to die; that was that.

“You can drop me off right there,” he said, pointing to an open space. “There’s a good vantage point just above that I can use as my sniper’s roost.”

Shepard obeyed, bringing the shuttle to a stop in his designated spot. But as he moved to leave the cab, she gently grabbed his arm.

“Garrus, are you sure about this? It doesn’t need to end this way.”

He shook her off. “Yes, it does. Sidonis took everything away, and he must die for that.”

“There could be something more to this, some reason why—“

“No reason is good enough for what he did!” Garrus’s voice was harsh, but he couldn’t help it. “I don’t need you to agree with me, Shepard. But I do need your help. Please…just do this for me.”

The look in her eyes was less than convinced, but she nodded all the same. Grateful, Garrus stepped away from the shuttle, watching as it hovered away to a location closer to where they were supposed to meet Sidonis. A part of him hated to ask her to do this, but Garrus knew that it had to be done if he was ever going to find peace. The souls of his team were clamoring for revenge.

Shepard parked the shuttle and stepped out, looking around the bustling walkway for her target. She spotted a turian seated on a bench nearby; Garrus affirmed his identity over her comm.

“That’s him. Keep him talking and when I give the word, move out of the way.”

This didn’t seem right to her; Shepard knew that Garrus thought this was the only solution, but she had to know the truth. The only way she would get that truth was to speak with Sidonis, feel him out. If he was really the cold, remorseless traitor that Garrus had described, then she would move; if not…

Shepard waved the turian over. Warily, Sidonis stood and approached her.

“What’s this all about?” he asked nervously.

“We think your cover has been compromised,” she replied, acting the part.

“Shit. I knew this was a bad idea…”

“All right, Shepard. I’ve got the shot. Move!”

She disobeyed, making sure that she stood right in front of the turian.

“Shepard, what are you—“

“Look, your life is in danger, and if you don’t start talking my friend will kill you.”

“What are you talking about? What friend?”

“Garrus Vakarian has been looking for you, and unless you tell me exactly what you did to betray him, your life is forfeit.”

Sidonis looked around nervously. “I-I have to go!”

Shepard quickly dodged in front of the turian as he tried to move, grabbing his arm to hold him still.

“Don’t move,” she hissed. “One more inch and you’re dead. Tell me what I want to know and you may walk away from this alive. Why did you betray your team?”

“Shepard, this is pointless. Just move out of the way!”

She ignored Garrus, watching Sidonis sternly. The turian was studying his hands, his thoughts far away. When he finally spoke, it was in a low, haunted voice:

“I didn’t know what to do… They threatened to kill me if I didn’t do it. I had no choice!”

“There’s always another choice!”

“I haven’t slept in a year…food tastes like ash…nothing can slake my thirst…” Sidonis leaned up against a low concrete wall, sorrow emanating from him in dark waves. Shepard made sure that she still blocked him, just in case. “I can never forgive myself for what I did…and I don’t blame Garrus for wanting to kill me.”

“Look at him, Garrus,” Shepard murmured into her comm link. “He’s not alive. There’s nothing here for you to kill.”

There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Carefully, Shepard took a step to the side of Sidonis, leaving the turian open. When no shot came, she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Fine. Just tell him…tell him to get out of here.”

“He’s giving you a second chance, Sidonis. I suggest you use it wisely.”

“I’ll make it up to you, somehow, Garrus.” Sidonis looked at Shepard, a mixture of relief and pain in his eyes. “I promise.”

As Shepard brought the shuttle back down to pick Garrus up, she prepared herself for the worst. She had no doubt that he would be angry; she expected him to explode at her. Shepard was surprised when he got in the passenger’s seat without a word, tense but seemingly under control.

“I know you want to talk about this,” he started, “but I don’t. Not now.”

“I think it was for the best, Garrus.”

“Maybe. I don’t know. I’m used to looking at the world in black and white…gray…I don’t know what to do with gray.”

Shepard laid a gentle hand on his arm. “Everything is gray, Garrus. It’s just a matter of figuring out which shades are a bit lighter.”

He nodded, but didn’t press the issue any further. Shepard felt her heart ache at the brokenness in his eyes. Then a spontaneous idea hit her—something she hoped would cheer him up. Using the seat controls on her side of the cab, she moved his chair back as far as it would go. Garrus looked up at her, confused.

“What are you doing?”

“Making it up to you.”

It took some maneuvering, but Shepard managed to loosen the plates of her armor, stripping off the more constricting pieces. Garrus watched her, mouth agape. She winked at him.

“You just gonna sit there and stare, or are you gonna strip it for me?”

Garrus wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to top that line in his list of “extreme turn-ons.” As he fumbled with the clasps of his own armor, Shepard quickly made sure the shuttle’s doors were locked and the windows tinted as far as they would go. No need for an unwanted audience. That done, she began removing the tight boxers she wore under her armor. By the time she was ready, Garrus’s lower half was also bare—his blue cock out and very ready. He distantly thought about the fact that they had no condom, but decided that they would deal with the repercussions later.

Hunching over so she wouldn’t hit her head on the ceiling, Shepard moved over to straddle his waist, lining up the entrance of her quickly moistening core with the tip of his penis. Garrus wrapped his hands around her hips to steady her, loving the way she looked hovering above him like that. He only wished that her chest was bare, too, so he could watch her soft breasts bounce when the action started.

Shepard ran her tongue up the side of his neck before impaling herself on his length. They gasped in unison, heads back as they paused a moment, sharing in the incredible feeling of Garrus’s cock slowly expanding inside of her moist heat. When she began to move, he nearly lost it. But years in the turian military had taught him self-control, and he forced his body to hold back as he thrust his hips up every time she came down.

It was frantic and hard, cramped and a bit suffocating, but hot. Garrus loved her without reservation, and he wanted a thousand days like this alone with her. He caught her eyes as she rode him, and the hunger in that gaze made him groan and pick up the pace. Shepard bit off a cry of pleasure, burying her face in his neck as he thrust up into her with abandon.

“Shepard…I….” Garrus dug the tips of his talons into her sides, nearing the end.

She pressed her lips to his mouth and he pressed his tongue into hers, reveling in the way she moaned against him. Garrus’s prehensile tongue wrapped itself around hers, stroking the muscle. The sensation was too much; with a muffled cry, she came. The feeling of her thighs applying pressure—her vaginal walls pulling his cock even further in—drew Garrus over the edge with her. His tongue untangled itself from hers as his head fell back against the seat cushion, teeth clenched against a rumbling growl.

Shepard slumped down against him, not ready to release him just yet. Content, she rested her cheek on his shoulder, arms curled around his neck. Garrus’s hands stroked her sides subconsciously, the tips of his talons tickling her flesh.

“Better?” she murmured.

Garrus chuckled. “Much.” He nibbled at her earlobe. “But I think your spontaneity might do me in.”

She pulled back a bit to look him in the eye, eyebrow arched. “Is that a complaint?”

Laughing, Garrus moved his cock—which was already starting to harden again—inside her. Shepard gasped and dug her nails into the carapace covering his shoulders. She looked down at him in mock-outrage, which only made him laugh more.

“Never, Shepard. Never.”
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