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Angel Falling	By : Marie_Fanwriter Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 7083 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 9
I know AFF doesn't do much fluff but this chapter is full of it. We will come back to mature content in chapters 8 and 9. Warnings are all as previously mentioned nothing new here.

The walk to the elevator was more difficult than Shepard had expected. Once she had gathered Garrus’ things and opened the battery door she turned to look at her friend. He was already unsteady on his feet and was relying heavily on the wall to keep himself upright. “Ready?” She asked.
“Lead the way,” he gestured out the door. Shepard led the way down the hall slowly, halting at the top of the stairs. Garrus had managed to keep up thus far but he quirked his mouth as he looked at the stairs.
She held out a hand, “Let me help you.” Garrus brushed her hand away and on unsteady feet limped his way down the stairs towards the elevator. This was the first time Shepard had seen his back since he had been in the medical bay. It was a mangled mess of bandages and blood. Looking behind them she noted blood spots on the floor where it had dripped off the injured man. She turned around just as Garrus stumbled, “Are you alright?” She was at his side in seconds.
Garrus only glared at her, shoving off the island counter to stumble away unaided. “Sorry, stupid question.” Shepard said, following a step behind. Garrus was nearly breathless by the time they reached the elevator; the damage to his ribs was doing a number on his lung capacity and he was favoring his injured knee. She left him and his gear in the lift, “I’ll be right up. The door will be open for you.”
He nodded and slumped against the elevator wall, “See you upstairs.” The Commander waited until the door closed before hurrying to the lady’s washroom and grabbing a towel. It didn’t take long for her to clean up the blood trail through the mess hall and she didn’t like leaving Garrus alone but it was worth the brief interruption. She didn’t want to answer any questions that Cerberus might have regarding Garrus.
“Operative Lawson is waiting for the lift, Commander.” EDI’s voice cut through the silence of the mess hall. “Would you like me to stall her further Commander?”
“Hold the elevator here for now EDI, I won’t be a minute.” Shepard, finished her cleaning, jogged to the lift and wiped down the wall when she stepped in. EDI dropped her off at the loft before descending to pick up Miranda.
Shepard stepped into her cabin; Garrus had managed to make his way into the bathroom without further blood loss. She heard the toilet flush and waited for the shower to turn on before making her way down the steps to get changed. She stowed the remaining half of her armour and pulled out a pair of shorts to wear until she got her own shower accomplished. After a mission and pulling an all-nighter she could almost feel the grime coating her skin and caked into her hair.
The room was quiet save the sound of the shower and low constant hum of the ship. Shepard busied herself preparing the medical supplies for use on her low table. Once finished she looked around for something else to do and found herself out of options. Climbing to the upper level she gently knocked on the bathroom door, “Garrus? Need anything?”
She waited a beat, silence.
“Can you hear me?” still silence. “Fuck Garrus, say something!” nothing. “Fine, I’m coming in then…” Shepard waited another few seconds before sliding open the door. Her sweep of the room revealed an empty shower and Garrus staring at his reflection in the mirror above her sink. Or what would have been his reflection if his fist hadn’t sent fractures through it at all angles. One hand was tightly gripping the sink; the other was still firmly against the glass a light trail dripping down his wrist. “Let me see.”
Her nearness and question seemed to snap him out of his trance, “What?” He dropped his right hand to grip the sink with his left.
“Your hand let me see it.” Shepard took a step forwards and reached out to him, stopping just inches from touching him, “Please.” Garrus held his hand out to her and she took it, turning it over she carefully removed a shard of glass stuck in his centre knuckle. Ever so gently she rubbed the ache out of his hand and checked it over for broken bones. Finding it was intact she tugged him gently towards the shower.
“Let me help,” Her eyes were full of emotion. Garrus conceded and allowed himself to be brought under the spray. He breathed in sharply when the water hit him and nearly cried out when warm water touched his back and shoulders. He ground his teeth together and shook in Shepard’s arms. Shepard shouldered his weight without complaint, her clothing becoming quickly drenched in the spray. She whispered calming words, “I’m here… just breathe… stay with me.”
It took a few minutes before the water stopped going down the drain blue in colour. When it finally did Shepard pulled back only slightly so she could look at Garrus’ face. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily but he’d seemed to have relaxed. Reaching a hand up she cradled his cheek and rubbed her thumb along his injured mandible. When he opened his eyes and looked down at her, her breathe caught in her throat.
He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. The dim light in the room glinted off of his wet plates and water cascaded down his shoulders. He had a serene look on his face and his eyes radiated calm. Without thinking she raised herself on her toes and kissed him.
When she opened her eyes she realised what she’d just done. She gasped and pulled away, apologies spewing from her lips, “I… I can’t believe I just did that… Garrus… I’m…”
He put a finger to her lips to stop her and dropped his forehead to hers. Instead of resting his weight on her with his arms he pulled her flush against his chest. His arms wrapping around her shoulders and after a few seconds of stunned silence Shepard reciprocated, her arms resting around his uninjured lower back. Eventually he pulled back and opened his eyes, “Thank you Shepard.”
“For what?”
“Staying,” he answered simply. He brushed a lock of wet hair out of her face, behind her ear.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she smiled. “I do however need to get your bandages changed, is that alright?” Garrus nodded and took a step closer the wall so he could lean on it instead of her. Carefully Shepard began to remove the soaking bandages, each one revealing a new scar or still open wound. He was quiet which she worked, every so often wincing or groaning when Shepard touched an open laceration.
She was nearly done when a chill ran through her patient; the water temperature had started to decline. “EDI, can you raise the water temperature?”
“I am sorry but due to the hour there is no hot water to divert from the crew deck, Commander your personal reserve is also nearly depleted.” The disembodied voice echoed in the bathroom.
“Damn it, that’s fine EDI. Just raise the temperature in my cabin by five degrees.” EDI acknowledged the Commander before logging out. Shepard swiftly but carefully removed the remaining bandages. Stepping between the wall and Garrus she took hold of his hips, “Just need to do one final rinse. Hold onto me.”
He was shivering in earnest now, his teeth nearly chattering. When Shepard walked him under the spray he keened and held onto her, pressing flush against the warm body in front of him. Cold rivulets of water cascaded over the pair and they both shivered, Garrus more so than Shepard. After a full minute he grew quiet again, the icy water had finally numbed his wounds.
When the water finally left their bodies clear Shepard reached out and shut off the water. Slowly they moved to the towels, still wrapped in embrace. Shepard wrapped a towel around his shoulders first, then a second one around his hips. He was still wearing his under suit pants but she wouldn’t dare cross that line.
The two of them must have been quite the sight. A nearly seven-foot tall turian shivering and wrapped in towels; his Commander, who was over a foot shorter, soaked through to the bone with clothing and hair stuck to her skin. Any other day she would have laughed, today though a smile was enough. “The cabin should be warmer now; I’ll meet you out there.”
Garrus nodded and accepted her arm. “I’ll be here,” he said once he was leaning against the desk. Shepard moved back to the washroom and grabbed Garrus’ bag, leaving it on the desk beside him, he muttered a thanks before rummaging through it. His shivering was beginning to lessen.
Once the door closed Shepard stripped down and dried herself off. She quickly pleated her still wet hair and wrapped herself in a fresh towel before exiting the bathroom. Garrus was still against the desk but his pants were draped over her chair; one towel covered his lower half and the second was over his head as he rubbed the water from his fringe.
Slipping by him Shepard moved to her wardrobe again and pulled on a comfortable pair of pants and another tank top. A solider wasn’t modest but in this case she was careful with her towel and ensured she was covered throughout dressing. Garrus hadn’t left his post on the upper level but he seemed to be finishing with a fresh pair of pants as well.
Quickly the towels and wet clothing were deposited into the laundry chute in the loft’s bathroom. Again offering her support Shepard brought Garrus to the lower level. She sat him on the couch and passed him a second bottle of water, “I know you don’t want them but Chakwas wanted you to take some medication.” She pulled out two packages of pills from the bag and opened her hand to him.
He looked a little reluctant but took the pills with the water, grimacing at the chalky texture. With that task out of the way Shepard began the process of coating the lacerations on his back and shoulders with a liberal application of medi-gel. Garrus focused on his breathing as the Commander worked. The gel wasn’t pleasant to apply but once on soothed the fire a great deal.
By the time Shepard had finished applying the gel Garrus was feeling much better, he even managed to roll his stiff shoulders without causing too much pain. Shepard for her part was quiet as she worked, once done spreading the medi-gel over his back she moved on to the bandages. She was able to use long lengths of gauze on his upper arms and tape pads into place on his back. Moving to sit on the table she took one arm at a time and wrapped his raw wrists. She took her time with each hand, carefully rubbing the tense muscles from talon tip to elbow. She finished by tapping the split knuckles on his right hand.
One hand covered her mouth as she yawned. It was contagious as Garrus yawned not a minute later, although his was followed by a wince as his jaw was sore. Shepard smiled, “Getting tired big guy?”
“Speak for yourself,” he chuckled before yawning again.
“Just as soon as I get you taken care of you can sleep for a bit, I’ve got to go check on the crew.” Shepard moved off the table with medi-gel in hand, without a second thought she knelt down to the left of Garrus where the bruising was the worst. Her hands gently swept across the purpled skin, only stopping when the turian made a noise somewhere between a moan and a gasp and he pulled back. She stopped her ministrations and looked up, “Garrus?”
He looked away and one hand came up to rub the back of his neck, “Its uhm… sensitive there Shepard.” He looked back towards her, for a few moments she was confused but he could see the realisation flicker across her face. He was sure she understood when the ‘oh’ noise fell from her lips.
“I didn’t know that was a…” she searched for the right word, “…spot? For you.” The room was quiet for a beat, “Should I let you finish up?”
“No!” He said too quickly. “I mean… no, I don’t know where you missed.”
She couldn’t help the smirk that touched her lips. Carefully she set about finishing the job, taking note of the spots that made him twitch or stifle a gasp. Her hands drifted up his chest and rubbed across the older scarring as she made her way to his neck. Pressure on his keel made him up tense as he’d first done when she touched his waist. Venturing up to his neck was next, just when Shepard was about reach the newly burned ring he pulled back and pushed her hands away.
“I can do it from here, thank you.” He wouldn’t meet her eyes as he picked up the medi-gel.
“Let me help you.” Shepard took the medi-gel from his hand and moved to sit on the couch beside him. With one hand she touched his mandible and gently pulled his face to look at hers, “Just breathe for me, ok?”
Garrus nodded and allowed her to rub his neck with her too many fingered hands. Instead of pulling away when she finished Shepard leaned into him, leaving her forehead just an inch from his. After a few stunned seconds Garrus leaned into her touch and encircled her with his arms. A few beats was all they needed before simultaneously pulling away from each other.
Shepard stood and stretched, a yawn falling from her lips, “Time for bed then.” Crossing the room in a few quick strides she pulled the covers back on the bed, when she turned around Garrus was also standing but he was about to climb the stairs. “Hold on a minute, the bed is for you.”
Garrus turned and gave her a confused look, “What?”
“I’m not letting you go down to the battery to sleep on a cot, Garrus. Not with injuries like those. There is barely enough room for you to sleep on your side, let alone your stomach. Now, come here.” She patted the mattress, “Unless you’d prefer the medical bay?”
“Where will you sleep?” He asked as he tentatively crossed the room.
“Like I said I need to check on a few things, then I’ll sleep on the couch.”
He reached the bed and gave the Commander a sideways look, “Are you sure?”
“Just lay down already!” Garrus gave up and got into the bed, thankful for the warmth of her blankets. “I know it isn’t turian but it has to be better than that awful cot.”
Garrus was already starting to drift off, “Stay?” he asked reaching out a hand.
Shepard considered the offer for a moment before moving around to the other side of the bed; she climbed onto it and sat against the wall on top of the sheets. “Ok. Just for a little while,” she answered as she began stroking one hand over his fringe. The now slumbering turian made a contented sigh as she continued her attentions. The room was pleasantly warm and with the addition of the live bed warmer it wasn’t long before she drifted off as well.
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