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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
- 7
- 8
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Morinth jerked, reeled back, beautiful features distorted by disgust, fear, anger. Her voice turned sharp and lost its charm.

"What?..." she bared her teeth in a grimace of repulsion. "I see. The bitch herself found a little helper…"

The ugliness of her hate reflecting on that beautiful face shattered the spell; it helped him to free his mind from her tenacious grip a little. She wasn't Samara. Morinth wasn't the woman he imagined with him. He pushed her away from him, starting to feel dizzy and sick. He caught a furious expression on her evil face, some consciousness remaining on the back of his mind ringing a bell belatedly. He's alone with a mad biotic serial killer, and he just pissed her off.

He gritted his teeth, trying to regain control over his own limbs, thoughts and wishes, expecting a fight for his dear life…

And then the door burst open with a powerful biotic wave.

A slender figure in red uniform with golden lining stepped inside the apartment, her gait light yet purposeful. Samara squared her shoulders, her eyes burning with cold vengefulness. Blue flame enveloped her, and she sent a destructive blast of energy across the room, hurling Morinth away from him.

"It's time to pay for your crimes, Morinth."

She slammed the Ardat-Yakshi into the large window, thick armored glass cracked from the impact, but Morinth hadn't planned to go down that easy. Damn, she was strong, even for Samara. The couches were thrown apart, as the bubble-like shield surrounded her form and expanded, forcing the Justicar to spring back and loose her hold.

"My only crime was being born with the gift you gave me!" Morinth shouted, effortlessly lifting one of the chairs and sending it flying at Samara. The older asari stumbled and fell, but still managed to send her opponent sprawling with a counterblow.

Garrus' hazy mind barely maintained his own balance without being hit by flying furniture or biotic splashes; two incredibly strong biotics were tearing this place apart, willing to take each other by their throats. Otherwise he would pay more attention to Morinth's strange words. What was she implying to?

"I am the genetic destiny of the Asari!" Morinth yelled. The immense biotic fields clashing lifted the whole furniture nearby and sent it spinning round the two graceful figures, which froze in front of their enchanted spectator.

"You're only a disease to be purged," Samara's voice hoarsened; she held her stance with greater effort. It seemed like a draw, no one of them was able to overpower the opponent. "Nothing more!"

Morinth, still fighting back with no less strength, withdrew her eyes from the Justicar's and suddenly casted her glance at the turian. Garrus cringed; he felt her mind control over him started to crawl back up his spine, paralyzing his limbs…

"I know your secret," her seductive voice was back again, it sounded more strained this time though, "But you'll never get it from her. Help me, and…"

He caught a glimpse of Samara shooting him a look; silvery eyes terrified by the realization he's not quite in control of himself. His vision slowly becoming misted by the evil spell of Ardat-Yakshi…

He.

Had.

To.

Do.

It.

All he saw before his eyes blackened out was a sheer surprise in the silvery-blue light orbs with black rims, when his naturally plated, bony turian elbow connected with a blue temple with an audible crack.

He reached out, grabbed something that felt like a couch arm and pushed himself up, sat his back against it. His eyes hurt like hell after that blinding flash which broke the dark veil Morinth put on him, but he started to see the silhouettes of things around him.

He still was in her apartment, furniture scattered around like children's toys.

Samara.

She stood few steps away from him, over Morinth's dead body, staring at her in silence. All for the best, he shivered, recalling the strangling sensation of her dominating power over him. He wouldn't deny he enjoyed his time with her… but he was glad it was over.

Was it?

He stood up, head spinning slightly, and approached the Justicar – still, sorrowful and silent.

"You owe me an explanation, I think…"

She turned her head with jerky motion, startled, as if just realized he was there.

"She's got… your face."

Slowly she faced him. Her eyes scanned him through – from his feet to his eyes, and he felt that turmoil of emotions in them that she let to appear for a second. Her grief and pain, slight relief and overwhelming uncertainty.

It still was the face of the dead asari at her feet. Still beautiful in death, now calm and almost pretty without that evil expression.

He shifted his glance from one asari to another.

"It's a long and unpleasant story," Samara spoke quietly. "Why don't we move out of here… somewhere nicer? I cannot stay in this place any longer."

Samara crossed her legs in her meditation pose; Garrus sat beside her on the floor of her room. For a few torturing seconds she just stared in front of her.

"She was my daughter," her calm voice spoke finally.

Now all the things he couldn't make out about her from her words started to make sense. Her sorrow, the hidden pain in her eyes and voice, her wish to estrange herself from the rest of the world and hide behind the premade decisions of the Code – it all must've been horrible. And he couldn't blame her for that.

"I'm sorry," he muttered finally. "You could've told me…"

"I didn't ask for your pity," the coldness of her voice nettled him, "Only for your help. I must thank you, it… wasn't easy. For both of us."

"It could've been easier for me if I was prepared to meet… your dead ringer," he grumbled, rubbing his neck. Wrong timing – and just a split second could've meant a nasty end for them both. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. He had no idea, how strong his affection has developed until Morinth skillfully pulled the strings.

Samara looked in his eyes with a slightly surprised expression; Garrus wondered was she really that oblivious as she was trying to appear. He sensed the question in her gaze, but it was left unasked – much to his relief. She lowered her eyes and let out a light sigh.

"I… am truly impressed by your strong will. For a second I've thought she gained full control over your mind…"

You not just thought, Garrus mentally noted, remembering her eyes back then during the fight, it really frightened you. Now he knew, behind this cold façade she could feel too – and maybe she felt something for him. She probably felt much more than made her comfortable for someone who spent centuries in isolation from the most part of society. He couldn't blame her for that either, especially after the thing he just learned about her. She should've isolate her heart from affection as well, he felt bad for himself wishing to draw it out of her icy shelter.

"Almost," he replied dryly. "I'm glad it's over."

The Justicar hung her head in calm mourning.

"Yes. I just killed the smartest and bravest of my daughters," her voice dropped. "My mission as a Justicar is fulfilled. There's nothing this life has to offer me anymore."

The hopeless fatalism in her voice made him shiver. He hoped she didn't imply she was about to end her life. Other species' tone variations were different from turian, but he spent many years on the multiracial Citadel for some signs of dangerous kinds of mood to ring a bell.

The asari continued, her beautiful but lifeless voice speaking as if telling the story of someone else – someone eternally distant who didn't matter.

"I've experienced everything the galaxy had for me. Then I've paid for all the fun I've had as a maiden. Killing Morinth was my focus for the last four centuries… and a reason I became a Justicar. Now for the first time in four centuries I am free. I am a ruined vessel of sorrow and regret… but I am free."

"Don't you have anything… anyone else left in your life?"

He didn't notice he asked it out loud – until she threw a bewildered look over her shoulder, scanned him with her intent eyes.

"I've had three daughters. And there were three diagnosed Ardat-Yakshi I knew of before we dealt with Morinth."

He opened his mouth, unable to pick the right words. She nodded, looking at his puzzled expression.

"It is as it sounds. It was my fault."

The realization struck him; she was much lonelier than he could ever suggest. Samara continued nevertheless, not waiting for him to ask further questions.

"Two of them chose the life in seclusion. The third fled. I gave away all my possessions and swore the Oath to stop her. The rest you know…"

She turned away from him regally, her stare focused somewhere miles away outside of the window. Garrus nodded. He knew this conversation is over, as well as his time with her.

"Samara… I'm glad I met someone like you. I only wish…"

He wanted so much to tell her, how he hated the implication of the ending of her life, wanted to ensure she won't commit suicide – even though he had nothing to propose her to change her mind if so; how much the injustice left in this Galaxy needed more people like her.

How much she did to him, taught him, made him sure about; the things she made him feel. How much she meant to him now.

"I wish I could meet you again," were the only words he dared to say.

He stood up, she raised her eyes to meet his and followed him. She was so small and fragile compared to his height – and the supernatural strength hidden in that elegant woman form was one of the true miracles of this Galaxy. Garrus could only imagine how it must feel – to find out all her children are monsters needed to be caged or destroyed. By her own hands.

"I can not promise… But thanks for your kind words. And all the time spent with you for me to remember."

The unexpected softening of her voice and expression caught him unprepared. He even let her reach up to touch his face, slender hand cupping his cheek - he wanted this moment to last forever. His hand landed on top of hers, feeling her thin fingers through the double layer of their gloves.

Samara smiled once again, one of her precious smiles that were too rare to undervalue.

"You chose your path well, Garrus, you'd make a Justicar proud. Don't let anything change you or take that inner spark away from you."

Her words and her smile gave him the warmest feeling he could remember. Even the cold shower of her next words couldn't make him stop grinning.

"Because I'd hate to have to kill you next time we cross paths."

Spirits, he will do anything to make her proud.
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