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Perfect Specimen	By : CyberII Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 10099 -:- 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
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Shepard consulting Liara on any major occasion became a regular procedure after she took the Shadow Broker resources in her small hands; Garrus wasn’t surprised Commander told Joker to head to Hagalaz first before the Omega-4 relay jump. This whole abduction and their carelessness, every skilled fighter leaving the ship on first EDI’s suggestion; all of that certainly smelled suspicious.

What Garrus was really surprised by was Shepard hand in hand with Liara in the mess hall. They looked like… they never broke up, all suggestive glances and flirtatious smiles. He greeted Liara politely, raising a browplate at Shepard.

Shepard released Liara’s hand, waving in his direction.
“Wait for me in my quarters, babe, seems like Garrus wants to tell me something…”

He wiggled his brows suggestively.

“I’ve got some special surprise for you up there…”

“Of course,” Liara gave him a sly smirk, sounding like old childish Liara again. “Too bad, they took Dr. Chakwas, I’d love to chat with her once again.”

Shepard strolled towards the Main Battery, Garrus let him in and closed the doors.

“It’s nice to see Liara here,” he started cautiously. “Will she join us through the Omega-4 relay?”

“No, I invited her… well, for a small tour, to see what Cerberus did with the old Normandy. Also, she’s gathering all information that could be useful in finding out how did the Collectors track us that fast…”

“Gathering information – in your cabin?” the turian hissed, lowering his voice.

Shepard scratched his head and shrugged.
“I decided I’d prefer Liara. We’re… you know, starting all over again.”

“And Miranda?”

Commander crossed his arms, leaning on the wall with quite unconvincing impression of assurance.
“I’m off with her. I’ve been thinking about it – I don’t think we could make a good couple. I saw how she enjoyed it with you, Garrus; not blaming you at all, but I’d hate to imagine she’d prefer a turian guy over me every time we fuck.”

Garrus tilted his head. He wanted to be sure humans won’t make a drama out of it just before the Omega-4 jump.

“Did you tell her already?”

Shepard waved his hand dismissively.

“I will… eventually. You must agree, it’s a bad timing to break up before such an important mission…”

It was getting ugly. Garrus sighed.

“She’s not that dumb to ignore T’Soni’s presence on board.”

Shepard frowned. He reached for the door lock, opening the door, and turned around, going to leave.

“I don’t think it’s her business anymore. Frankly, I wanted to fuck her - I did what I planned. Thanks for assisting me, by the way. She’s not much more than living blow-up doll after all; genetically engineered tits, ass and three insatiable holes. Liara’s a personality.”

Never ever Garrus fought so hard an urge to knock Shepard down.

Garrus never thought he would miss Sergeant Gardner.

Gardner’s dextro cooking was awful, but at least he was trying. The nutrient dextro-paste tasted like mashed cardboard, and Garrus reminded himself gloomily it could become his last snack. It wasn’t a very optimistic mood setting thought before their suicide mission.

Two hours before the Omega-4 Relay. Only two hours and they will reach the point of no return.

What was even worse, to ignore the lack of taste he began to analyze the things happened recently.

Technically, it wasn’t his business too, what was happening between Shepard and Lawson. Only two ‘buts’ kept him from forgetting about it. First – it was happening between Commander and the ship’s XO, and their mission depended on their morale. Humans were so irresponsible in their love affairs. Second – he got involved in this mess between them once he thought with wrong head that threesome will hurt no one.

He almost finished his tasteless meal when he heard the slight swish of the elevator door opening.

“…Your ex-girlfriend spying on me!” he heard irritated Miranda’s voice. “Or maybe not so ex? And stealing stuff from my cabinet? That was low, Shepard!”

“Fine, you can go fuck every turian in this motherfucking Galaxy, since I fade in comparison!” Shepard snapped, and a swift click of heels indicated that Miranda left the cabin, her steps fast and determined as usual.

Garrus couldn’t foresee this outcome. Humans were weird with their relationships’ customs, they had the tendency to complicate even casual sex with hopes and lies and promises of all sorts, leave them unsaid and unresolved and then screw with each other’s head. Sometimes he thought they enjoy it more than screwing each other, they probably had more in common with asari.

She appeared, strode to the coffee machine and pressed few buttons mechanically. She didn’t notice his silent presence, she probably thought nobody sees her - her shoulders hunched, arms wrapped around her body nervously.

Now he really felt uncomfortable about this whole situation. And what was even worse – he took part in it.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke softly. “It’s a bad timing to break up, I guess…”

She jerked her head, straightening in a bat of an eye, a strong confident woman returning before his eyes.

“It’s nothing,” Miranda turned away from him. “In fact, I… broke up with Shepard. It was my idea after… a lot of stuff.”

“We’re both professionals, we can still work together,” her voice turned somewhat distant and colorless, “If the ship makes it through the relay…”

“It’s not good for the high-risk mission, two of the leaders having a quarrel just before it,” he shrugged. “We should use every chance we have, I’d suggest you two better work off stress with each other, and save the break-up for later. Just, you know, based on my experience in turian military. Sorry, but human customs seem… complicating things.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” she muttered, taking the cup of coffee from a machine and heading to her cabinet.

“No, wait,” he stood up from the table, “I shouldn’t join Shepard’s game. I made it worse…”

He saw her hands trembling.
“No, Garrus. You made it better. Actually,” her voice dropped, “I’m glad it turned out this way…”

“Why?”

Miranda sighed, lowering her head and shifting from foot to foot.
“Because… it was my only chance to be with you. Just for once.”

Before the understanding of her words dawned on him, the quick clicking of her heels disappeared behind her door.

His eyes widened. Did she just tell him…
He jumped over the table, leaving the leftovers, and darted after her. He opened her door – she was sitting on her bed, staring in the corner, her shoulders shaking with sobs.

He approached, slowly, a bit awkwardly – it was her private area, and he came there uninvited. He was ready to leave on her first demand, but she didn’t seem to mind.
“Miranda… If that was what you wanted, then why are you crying?”

She inhaled deeply to calm down, thin fingers squeezing her elbows nervously.
“I’ve been… dreaming of it for too long.”

“You could’ve just told me…”

He tilted his head, trying to see her face under the dark hair. Miranda bit her lip.

“I couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“I… Too many things,” she scratched the Cerberus logo on her jacket as if she wanted to scrub it off. “I was afraid you won’t understand… you will reject me if I do. Laugh at me…”

Humans…

“Miranda, my kind had never been known for our friendliness, and maybe I’m too acrid for you humans,” he crouched in front of her; her vacant stare was fixed on the floor panels, “But I’ll never laugh at someone who has the courage to open their heart to me.”

He cleared his throat, not sure what to say or do next.

“I, ah, would be confused… just like I am now. I would probably need some time to think it over… But time is something we don’t have right now. Besides, considering we already did have sex, the thinking time could be disregarded. I won’t pretend I developed a human fetish, but… I would be lying if I say I didn’t enjoy it at all.”

She raised her eyes on him with a faint uncertain smile, her breath not shaky anymore.

“I… I have an idea,” she tried to make her voice sound calm and a bit flirty, her hand reached for his shoulder and traced the armor on it, “Two of the leaders can still ease some tension and work off stress together…”

“Well, if you still want me,” yeah, that idea was definitely way better than munching on cardboard snack.

She smiled with more confidence, a playful expression in her eyes – and something even more, something that made him proud of himself.

“I still want you, Garrus.”

“Then,” he leaned closer, whispering in her ear, “No need to cry. We have almost two hours, I’m here and I’m all yours. Is that what you dreamed about?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave it such a smooch he thought he’d make an impressive bump on his codpiece with his boner.

“It is exactly what I’ve dreamed about…”

Author's note: Aaand on the suicide mission Shepard was hiding his hairy palms and Miranda couldn't walk straight... That's all, folks, thanks to all who enjoyed it and voted for it.
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