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Chapter Nine
Disclaimer: Mass Effect belongs to Bioware and EA Games. This is a work of fanfiction, and I make no money from this fan work at all.
Warnings: adult language, sexual situations, slash, dub/non-con, threesomes, gender bending and mpreg. If I have missed something, please inform me and I will add it.
Characters/pairings: Colonist/War Hero paragade ManShep/Kaidan, ManShep/Garrus and a little ManShep/Zaeed.
Summary: Mindoir's strategy for survival was one that was not well-known to the greater galactic community. Derek Shepard carried this legacy with him, dormant, through the Skyllian Blitz and through the battle with Sovereign. However, after his death at the hands of the Collectors and revival due to the machinations of Cerberus, he must cope with his body no longer being his own.
~*~*~*~*~
Garrus had thought he was hallucinating, at first. Days of stims, poor food and little water had him so on-edge that he had waking dreams of his squad still alive. Heard their voices complaining, accusing, telling him that he was being stupid. He would turn his head, see a flicker out of the corner of his eye. His nerves jangled more and more often as he fought to keep his hands and breathing steady even as he saw bodies moving under their shrouds.
He wished he had not trusted Sidonis. Wished he had been able to save his squad. He even wished Shepard was there, but that had seemed as likely as his squad coming back from the dead.
Then he was. Garrus had peered down his scope, body jolting like he had been shot at the sight of that arched nose, craggy face and black hair jumping over the wall and on to the bridge. Shepard, in custom N7 armor and being trailed by a human woman in a pornographically tight cat-suit and a battered human man in piecemeal had beaten their way across the bridge like it was nothing.
And Shepard hadn't known whom he was rescuing. After that, Garrus didn't remember much. He had been in too much pain.
Then he had awoken, to find himself on the Normandy. Not the old Normandy, of course, but a new one, run by Cerberus, and Shepard was there. Shepard, with circuitry glowing through scars on his face, but alive and the same brilliant warrior as before. The same man who had brought his squad through insane odds, and only lost one.
Garrus had tried to grow beyond Shepard. Had tried to step out of his shadow, become the kind of hero he thought Shepard would have wanted him to be, and had failed.
Garrus hated Shepard at that moment, walking in like nothing had changed. Like Garrus wasn't a failure, like Garrus wasn't a warped shadow of himself, forcing him to be the person he had been. He didn't know how Shepard could be so happy to see him when Garrus had let down those good men and women working with him. Garrus didn't know how Shepard could sit on his bed, take his hand, and tell him that Shepard trusted him.
Garrus remembered tensing, staring at that hand with its extra fingers, and had wished with all his might that things might actually be the same. And he hated himself for it.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hero worship turned to resentment, but back to the belief that Shepard could not fail, not falter. Garrus blamed his own distraction and isolation for not noticing earlier that something was wrong.
The first time that Shepard had sprinted into the forward batteries, looking winded and spooked, Garrus hadn't quite known what to say. His time in C-Sec, the original Normandy, and with his squad had taught him a lot of human body language, but he had never expected to see this from Shepard. Sweaty, flushed, lips swollen and breathing hard as he had ducked through the doors like he expected a charging krogan to come after him.
The discussion afterwards had been cheerful, and Garrus wanted to kick himself later when he should have recognized an avoidance tactic. He had enjoyed teasing Shepard about how he had become so popular with the male crew (a change from when he was on the original Normandy- Garrus remembered the sighs from almost all the females despite Shepard's less than interested response) and even how he had been affected- that mouth thing with the bottle? Even Garrus had to admit he was intrigued.
Shepard's response had been first to freeze, poised to bolt, and Garrus had made sure to keep himself relaxed and harmless. It was the first time Garrus had ever seen Shepard on edge like this, and it bothered him. To his relief Shepard then laughed the comment off. It even made Garrus bold enough to tease again, just a little, whipping out his long, muscular tongue and watching Shepard's amazement when it hit his nose.
He had decided to enjoy Shepard's frequent visits after that, letting it be a reprieve from his dark thoughts about Sidonis, his lost team, or his frail connection to his family.
Then had come Horizon.
The battle itself had been difficult, yet Garrus had noticed how Harbinger had singled Shepard out for biotic attacks. Attacks that tore through him, and Garrus did his best to keep him covered with sniper fire.
It wasn't enough, though they did survive the battle and save the majority of the colony. Then Garrus had noticed that Shepard's usual olive skin was white, white as weathered bone. He didn't think Shepard heard him though, because that was the moment that Kaidan Alenko had chosen to walk back into their lives and Garrus was left off to the side, standing there, guarding Shepard's back but only on the periphery of their attention.
Once, a new human C-Sec agent had been asked to provide an example of human culture. She had chosen an ancient 2-D vid, one that had examples of human myth and humor, as well as romance, and explaining that humans thought kissing was romantic. In fact, it had mentioned that since the invention of the kiss, four (five? Ten? he couldn't remember) had been considered the most passionate, the most pure. Garrus wondered where this one would rate, and he was left feeling like glass had gotten stuck in his crop.
Then Shepard collapsed.
The galaxy flipped on its head. Suddenly Shepard was the one who was injured, vulnerable, broken and Garrus realized that the Shepard he had known was gone. Maybe, had never even existed. What was left was a good man in a hell of a position...
And Garrus realized what it meant for Shepard to trust him.
~*~*~*~*~
Garrus had only a few leads to follow when it came to who had gotten Shepard pregnant.
He had a strong guess. Shepard's slip that time in the forward batteries more or less confirmed it, but Garrus wanted to be sure before he brought his suspicions to Shepard. After all, for all he knew, the liaison had been consensual.
His old C-Sec instincts kicked that thought out the airlock. The part of him that knew Shepard just said no, something was very wrong. If Shepard had been interested in someone, Shepard would have taken him on missions. Often. He wouldn't have acted ashamed.
Had to be human. Had to be a human male, on board for the past two months. That covered most of the human men, actually... Garrus continued ticking off his points. Had to be a human man, and one who knew that Shepard's masculine gender was different from his biological sex. Could be someone with access to his medical records, but as far as he knew, only Doctor Chakwas and Miranda did. Could mean someone who had been at that particular poker game, meant someone who had known what the phrase 'Mindoir gene mods' actually meant, instead of the smoke Shepard had blown. That meant it wasn't Donnelly. Jacob was a real possibility; he had been there when Lazarus rebuilt Shepard. Jacob was also someone he could image the Commander finding attractive enough for sex, but he didn't seem the type to force himself on anyone. The other, and Garrus' prime suspect, was Zaeed Massani.
Zaeed Massani, whom Shepard seemed to avoid even when he did his rounds to check up on everyone. Someone who had reacted with surprise to Shepard's comment about Mindoir, but seemed more incredulous than confused. Who had lingered after that poker game, and after that Shepard had been acting distracted, skittish, and worried.
Garrus' plates pinched together in a scowl as he sat back, across from Shepard, Zaeed and Alenko as they rode in the kodiak down to the surface of Zorya, to take care of Zaeed's unfinished business. They sat there, quiet, as Zaeed informed them the man they needed to worry about named Vido Santiago, the head of the Blue Suns.
"Been looking forward to killing that sun of a bitch for a long time," Zaeed said, almost cooing, scarred face twisted in an expression of delight. He showed his teeth, before giving Shepard a slap on the arm. "Want to help me celebrate later?"
Shepard's flat expression didn't change. "Not interested."
"You? Not up for it? Isn't that impossible?" Zaeed's smile got wider, his gloved hand dropping on Shepard's knee.
Shepard grabbed his hand, voice dropping low, soft, and dangerous. "Not. Interested."
"Suit yourself."
Garrus, who had watched the entire exchange, made eye contact with Alenko, whose eyes were wide with disbelief. They both turned to Shepard, who shook his head. Whether he meant it as a 'no, this isn't what it looks like,' or 'no, don't kill this fucker right now,' Garrus wasn't sure. He was sure he knew the identity of the man Shepard had slept with... but their dynamics were still confusing. Why the hell was Shepard letting this happen?
Zorya was hot, humid, and combined with the spores, it was slimy. They departed the kodiak in silence, Shepard taking point as usual as they waded through the steam. Water condensed on the surface of their armor, only to turn to mud as spores powdered them. Feathery mosses hung from the tree-analogs, soaking up the moisture and the sound of the refinery in the distance.
The fights themselves were not difficult. Just Blue Suns, following Blue Suns tactics. Garrus ate Blue Suns for breakfast, and from the look of it, Zaeed did the same. Shepard was Shepard, charging across the battlefield, reaving foes, and Kaidan was all but indestructible.
Garrus approved. Alenko had been a lot less sturdy before. Now he took rockets to the face and exploded pyros' fuel packs with impunity. Which was sexy, he had to admit, no matter what species you found attractive.
The first confrontation with Vido, after Zaeed's little revelation about how he had been shot in the face, went about as well as could be expected. Except for one small detail.
"What the hell are you doing?" Shepard barked as the explosion caused by Zaeed's pounding washed over them, making skin burn and tighten and the people inside scream.
"Opening the gate," the old merc replied, nonchalant. Garrus could have told Shepard that, but to his surprise Shepard stood up and ran towards the merc, hands in fists.
"We don't sacrifice lives for the sake of the mission! There's always a better way," Shepard insisted, grabbing the front of Zaeed's armor to shake him.
"Like what?" Zaeed snapped back, clutching Shepard's hands by the wrists, forcing them back. "Wandering around in the jungle for hours, looking for another way in?" His voice rose, incredulous. "You want to waste your time out here, go ahead. I'm going to kill-"
Shepard's punch sent Zaeed staggering. "You're endangering lives- and the mission- for your own selfish revenge," Shepard snarled, face twisted in a rage that Garrus had never seen before.
"You really want to do this Shepard?" Zaeed answered, stepping in close. "Not exactly the time for foreplay, is it?"
Shepard's second punch bloodied Zaeed's nose. "I ought to knock you the hell out. But, thanks to you, we've got a burning refinery to save."
"Let these people burn!" Zaeed's snarl tore cut the air. "Vido dies, whatever the cost!"
Shepard didn't punch him this time. Instead, he kicked Zaeed in the balls. Zaeed yelped, and Garrus noticed Alenko wincing in sympathy despite the situation. He made a note of it: human gonads were weaknesses. Shepard stalked away, leading them through the gate.
"You paying attention?" Garrus asked, quiet, as they both brought up the rear. Alenko nodded, lips pressed together. "I think we found baby-daddy."
"Yeah." Alenko frowned, looking away. "And I don't think it was a happy relationship."
"Understatement." Garrus' plates pinched again. "At best, it was a way to work off tension. At worst..." He didn't finish that sentence, because it seemed that the 'at worst' option had never occurred to Alenko. The sentinel blanched, then hissed.
"We need to keep up with them. If he can beat Shepard in a one-on-one fight..."
Garrus nodded, and together, they caught up to keep a watch on Shepard's back.
~*~*~*~*~
"Not this time, Zaeed, you son of a bitch," Vido's voice echoed from the gunship's speakers as it took to the air. "See you in another twenty years."
They had gone to save the workers, fought their way through mechs and raining fire, only to get to landing pad a step too late. Vido was already taking off as the four men raced across the stained pad, Shepard getting caught and staggered by the backwash of the gunship's engines.
Garrus and Alenko ran after Shepard, while Zaeed bellowed anger and fired at the departing gunship. They weren't able to stop Zaeed from striking, whipping the butt of his assault rifle across Shepard's face and knocking him on his ass, glowing thermal clips flying. No one paid attention to the liquid fuel igniting in the background.
"You bitch, you just cost me twenty years of my life!" Zaeed howled, ignoring Alenko and Garrus, who had trained their guns on him. Shepard was the only one who noticed the flames reaching the fuel tank, and rolled out of the way, using a biotic shockwave to knock Alenko and Garrus clear.
Zaeed, who had been so fixated on Shepard, didn't see the I-beam falling until it was too late. Garrus had to imagine there was some kind of philosophical point to be made but damn if he cared right then.
"Argh! Son of a bitch!"
Shepard massaged his jaw, getting to his feet and walking over to Zaeed. "I cost you twenty years? You cost me a miscarriage, you fucker."
"What? I thought you were on birth control!" Zaeed's eyes bugged out, before closing them. "This is not the time to be discussing this! Get me out of this shithole!"
Garrus got to his feet, listening intently as Shepard walked to Zaeed, crouching beside him. "I don't think I need someone like you on my ship," Shepard murmured, almost to himself. Zaeed struggled, reaching for the beam, panicked.
"If you didn't need me, Cerberus wouldn't have paid my fee," he said, voice shaking as he tried to pull himself free. "You wouldn't have come back if to my cot if you hadn't needed it. I did what I was paid to do, nothing more and nothing less."
"Cerberus paid you...?" Shepard frowned, before standing. "Forcing yourself on me was part of your damn contract?"
Zaeed opened his mouth, but Shepard already had his pistol hovering between Zaeed's eyes. "You obey my orders now, Zaeed," Shepard snapped, loathing dripping from his voice. "And you remember this. The mission comes first, your goals second." He withdrew the pistol.
Zaeed looked away, gazing at the encroaching flame. "I've survived by watching own back so far. No time to worry about anyone else."
Shepard crouched in front of him again. "You're part of a team now." He looked distant, before standing, taking a few steps away before turning back. "I refuse to drown in my own bile for the rest of my life. Work with me, or I leave you here. Understand?"
"I- you have a point." Zaeed's voice dropped, thoughtful, his gaze fixing on Shepard's mid-section. "I'm not done with Vido, but I can put that aside, for now." He paused as Shepard walked over to the I-beam, lifting it with strength to rival a krogan. He got to his feet. "And... for what it's worth, I didn't mean for that to happen."
"I know."
Garrus' jaw went slack as Shepard twisted, laying a haymaker on Zaeed's jaw and knocking him flat on his ass, unconscious.
"That," Shepard said, massaging his knuckles, "felt damn good." His smile was laced with vicious satisfaction, before hauling the human merc up to toss over his shoulder. He gestured for Garrus and Alenko to follow him, and they turned to head back through the refinery.
Garrus and Alenko exchanged a glance; they had a lot to talk about.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Are you ready to talk to us now?" Garrus asked, watching as Shepard dumped the unconscious Zaeed none-too-gently into the kodiak before stepping back, but not turning to look at them, leaning on the side of the shuttle. "We've been worried sick and deserve some answers here!"
"What do you want me to say?" Shepard said, still not turning around, voice muffled. "What do you want me to tell you?"
"Well, for one thing," Kaidan piped up. "I mean... It sounded like Massani..." He stopped, unable to say the obvious.
Shepard, who had rested his head against the shuttle, swung around, still hunched over. He leaned his back against the slick metal, sliding down and gesturing for both men to sit as well. They did, close enough that their knees were pressed against each other's thighs.
"It's complicated," Shepard started, rubbing his abused face. "Right," he looked around and sighed, one hand splaying across his abdomen. "Remember that poker night?"
"The one where Mordin mentioned the Mindoir gene mods?" Garrus asked, and Kaidan looked puzzled, but kept quiet. "Everyone was really drunk, Mordin thought Shepard was flirting with me after I asked why lips were sexy. Shepard did this mouth thing on a bottle I thought only asari could do." Kaidan's eyebrows went up, covering his mouth to stop himself from laughing.
"Yeah... he's pretty good at that," Kaidan said, somehow keeping a straight face. Garrus smothered a snicker.
"Anyways," Shepard said, clearing his throat. "Zaeed wanted to talk to me. Told me that he had met someone else like me. Another Mindoir survivor," he rubbed his hands over his face. "Another breeder."
"Breeder? Um. Nice name," Kaidan muttered. "So he knew what your mods meant?"
Shepard nodded, speaking in a soft monotone. "Capable of carrying as well as siring children. What Doctor Chakwas might not have told you is that we're easily aroused when we're," he groped for words. "We can be impregnated." He licked his lips, eyes flickering to both Garrus and Kaidan. "The man that Zaeed had met didn't have any kind of implant, nothing to control his body's response. He said that the man was almost catatonic without sex." He rubbed the back of his neck, face turning red. "Got me real angry... Then he kissed me. And I told him to stop." Shepard swallowed. "But when he touched me, I didn't fight." Shepard stared at his knees. "I had been coping, up until then. Lots of jerking off, cold showers, dodging the men who got a bit grabby. Then he wouldn't stop and I couldn't fight back."
Garrus shifted, his talons ripping at the muddy turf. "Why the hell didn't you say something? That's rape, Shepard!"
"I went back to him," Shepard said, voice cracking.
"What?" This time it was Kaidan, shocked. "Why?"
Shepard closed his eyes. "Because there was more than me to worry about. The bastard was right; I need sex to function. I could finally sleep. Relax enough to taste food. I didn't trust any of the Cerberus crew to go to them for this, and," he chuckled in self-mockery. "The horse was already stolen. What was the point of locking the barn?"
His translator struggled, but Garrus got the gist of it. Without thinking he lashed out, lunging to his knees, his fist planting beside Shepard's head in the shuttle armor. "No! Don't say that, Shepard! Why didn't you come to me for help? Alenko wasn't there, but I was! Why didn't you say something?"
Shepard met his eyes, lips thinning as he frowned, reaching up to take his wrist. "What was I going to do, Garrus? Ask you to kill Zaeed? Ask for a pity fuck? There wasn't anything you could do about it, besides worry. I didn't want your pity!" His voice rose to a shout.
That left both Kaidan and Garrus gaping, but Shepard kept a gentle grip on Garrus' wrist. "I've asked Mordin to work on a better implant. Outside of being neutered, there's nothing permanent that can be done. It will happen again, next time I," he chuckled, this time a touch hysterical. "Go into heat. If it's not Zaeed, it will be someone else." He kept hold of Garrus wrist, getting control of his breathing, tone softening. "We should go."
Kaidan eased up to Shepard, putting a hand on his face, brushing a thumb across his cheek. "You don't have to do it by yourself, you know. Garrus is here; I'm here. Tali's here, too."
"Do what?" Shepard whispered. "Not out of pity."
"It's not about pity," Kaidan snapped, but he kept his hand stroking Shepard's face. "It's about us giving a damn about you. Asking for help won't make me," he gestured at Garrus, who maneuvered his grip around to take Shepard's hand. "Us, respect you any less. You couldn't have planned for this, you're handling it as best as anyone could. Just tell us about it. Knowing you, you'll try to plaster over everyone's hurts all by yourself. That's okay, but we're big boys and we can handle knowing you aren't invincible."
Shepard tried to laugh, before struggling to his feet.
"I have one more question," Garrus said, as both he and Kaidan followed. "Why is Zaeed still alive?"
Shepard paused. "Why kill him? He's hurt me, but killing him won't stop me from," he paused again, then shrugged at the phrase. "Going into heat again. He as much as said Cerberus put him up to it." Shepard's face turned grim. "You know I joined the Alliance to kill batarians?"
Both men turned, looking at Shepard as he calmed. Apparently he had no problem discussing this.
"No, hadn't heard that, though it makes sense," Garrus said, unsure. "After what happened to your colony."
"I did. Then came the Skyllian Blitz. People I was supposed to protect, civilians, died because I ran off to kill the raiders; I realized I could either let my anger go and protect the people who needed me, or I could do the opposite. I could let people die who were innocent to kill those I hated." He grimaced. "Zaeed knows he can't touch me again unless I want it. He knows he's beaten, and his revenge cost him twenty years. I'd rather let him live in his misery." Shepard shrugged again. "And take care of stopping the Collectors."
Enough seemed to be said, as Shepard hopped up into the kodiak's open doors. Kaidan was about to follow, when Garrus tapped him on the shoulder.
"Alenko?" Garrus murmured. "Did you just volunteer us, and Tali, to have intercourse with Shepard?"

To be continued.
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