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Hallowed Truth	By : Spiritwolf71 Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 3767 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Lanie was a little girl there had been a lake beside their settlement on Mindoir. Her Uncle used to take her fishing all the time, she remember how much he loved to just sit on his boat and relax in the quietness of it all. She used to try and relax and enjoy it but being a kid meant there was no relaxing. She used to yell at the fish and when the nibble and didn’t bit she used to get angry. She had learned to be patient on that boat, as patient as a child could be. She always liked when she finally got a bit and she and her uncle would work together to pull in the fish, then they would sometimes keep one or two for dinner or they would release it.
The first time she watched her Uncle gut a fish she was horrified, from the time he had knocked it out to the flaying, to the gutting and right through skinning and throwing the inedible parts away. She had nightmares for days, until the next time they had gone fishing and soon it had become a regular experience, soon after she had learned to do it herself. By the time she was nine, she was a pro.
After the Batarians had attacked her colony she had not seen a large body of water for eight years. It was one of the things she missed the most, during the time of her life that she did not talk about.
Right now though she was perfectly content to float in the hot spring they had found. With the sun shining down she figured she was in heaven. She turned and looked to Sam who was also floating with her. “This is heaven, I’m glad you found this place,” she said to the Communications Specialist. She narrowed her eyes as she spotted some strange man dressed up as a mouse dancing along the shore, if it could be called dancing.
“I thought it would be perfect for you to heal in,” Sam said smiling. “And being here with a beautiful woman doesn’t hurt.”
Lanie smiled back, “Are you flirting with me?”
“Is that bad?”
Lanie was not sure how to answer that, she had never really had to deal with people flirting with her. Not even the last person she had been with, almost five years ago had been flirting when they ended up, together. She decided it was slightly uncomfortable, at least when it was so blatant. She closed her eyes as she thought about what to answer and when she opened them again she sat down on the prisoner’s bench in the court house.
They had let her wear her uniform but she knew that it would be the last time she would ever wear it; the trial was definitely not going her way. She waited with her lawyer for the Judge to finish and come back with a decision.
“We find Lieutenant Alana Flynn guilty and will be hung as soon as possible,” The Judge said as she stormed through the door.
“What? Wait, right now?” Lanie said as rough arms grabbed her. She tried to escape but they tied her hands behind her back and carried her out of the court house and into the court yard. It was weird that they were right beside each other. She continued to struggle as they walked up the stairs to the hangman’s noose.
“You can’t hang me, I didn’t do it, I was set up,” She screamed out at the people who were pulling her towards the noose. She felt the tears sting her eyes; she was not ready to die, especially for something she didn’t do. She felt the noose being forced around her neck and tightened. “I didn’t do it!” She screamed, “I’m innocent.”
“That’s what they all say,” Said the hangman, Lanie looked to him as he spoke and realized he was dressed in a mouse costume. “Squeak” He said and pulled the lever.
Lanie jerked awake to find herself home, on the Citadel. She could hear the construction going on around her as she rubbed her eyes and stretched. She then placed her hand on her neck but did not feel anything. It all must have been a bad dream. She smiled as she smelt coffee.
The door to her room opened and her mother smiled to her. “Well, look who finally woke up,” She said, “I just made some coffee, and would you like some?”
“I would love some Mom,” She said and swung her legs around, placing her feet on the floor.
“And what about your friend?”
Lanie smiled and looked behind as Sam started to stir. “I think she would love one.”
Her mother nodded and left the room.
She took a deep breath and stood and could smell the bacon her mother was making.
“You’re up early.” Sam said waking up herself.
“Yeah, I was just finished being hung,” she answered as if it was normal.
“Oh, how was that?”
“Same old, same old, one of these days it’s going to leave a mark.”
“Would you like one lump or two?” asked a strange man wearing a mouse costume. She turned and he was finishing on their coffees.
“Two Thank You,” She answered as she felt Sam’s arms snake around her waist, it felt nice and comforting.
“I think you should wake up,” Sam whispered and kissed her neck softly.
“I don’t want to; it’s the really real world out there. I think I like it here better, except the guy in the mouse outfit, he’s a little creepy.”
“You’re not the type to just give up are you?”
She sighed, “No, but can’t I stay here just a little while longer.”
“I think you need to wake up,” Sam insisted. The man in the mouse costume handed her the coffee and she realized for the first time that it wasn’t a strange man, but James Vega.
“Here you go,” He said with a smile. She closed her eyes and felt herself falling.
“Lanie, wake up,” Sam insisted.
“It can’t always be bad,” Said James, still in the mouse costume, falling beside her, “At least not until you hit the ground.”
She looked down just in time to see the ground rush up to embrace her and jerked awake.
“Lanie?” Sam said looking down to her. Lanie wince as the pain laced through her body. She knew immediately that her screwed up dream was over. “I found something for your head. Try not to move too much.” Sam made her take a pill and washed it down with water. Her head continued to pound. It took a few seconds to remember all that had happened and then she did sit up quickly, only to be rewarded with sharp pain and sudden bout of dizziness. Sam smiled gently.
“Try not to move to much includes sitting up suddenly,” She said and moved away.
“Where are we?”
“I am not quite sure a cabin, somewhere near Hope, but not being used at the present time, so we are borrowing it.”
Lanie smiled to her, “You broke into it?”
“Not I borrowed it, it was an emergency.”
Lanie tried to make herself comfortable between the beatings of the drums in her head. She lifted her arm up remembering being shot. “It was just a flesh wound; the medigel fixed it right up.”
Lanie looked up to the black haired woman for a few long moments. She owed her everything. Had she not come back when she had she would be dead. The Communication Specialist had showed more courage than Lanie had expected. She had figured the woman would have run as far away as possible, even after they had come to depend on each other. She also felt something she was not sure what to make of. She had never really had a friend before but she was wondering if her feelings were starting to run a bit deeper than that, not that she would particularly know or understand those feelings. She just knew that there was something. And when she saw Sam had come back for her…
“You came back.” She stated, hopeful, but unsure what she was hopeful for.
“Yeah, well, ummm,” Sam stuttered and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, the played with her hands, “I figured I was pretty much a goner without you. You think I could sort things out but I don’t think I could without you.”
“Oh,” Lanie said, she had not expected that has an answer. “Yeah,” She stumbled trying to think of a witty come back, something to try and hurt Sam back, as she felt slightly hurt. Sam looked at her for a few moments as if she wanted to say something else. It was awkward then Sam finally stood and moved towards the kitchen.
“I made you some soup, you already threw up twice so I figured something light.”
“I did?” Lanie had no recollection of doing such, but realized she was wearing a gown one might see on their grandmother. She flushed with embarrassment knowing Sam had to have been the one to change her.
“Yes,” Sam said and noticed that Lanie looked uncomfortable with that idea, “It was dark, I didn’t see much.”
Lanie looked out the window and realized that it was bright out, she looked to Sam confused. “How long have we been here?”
“Almost a day and a half, you’ve been in and out of consciousness, you didn’t seem to have good dreams so maybe it’s better you don’t remember,” Sam brought the soup over to her and knelt in front of her.
“I can feed myself,” Lanie said looking to the specialist and remembering what she had said. “Be kind of useless to you if I couldn’t take care of myself wouldn’t I?”
“Your hands are shaking, Lanie,” Traynor looked up to her with those big brown eye and Lanie envisioned herself kissing them then quickly erased the thought from her mind. She reached down and took the spoon and dumped it into the soup. She lifted it and Sam was right, her hands were shaking and no matter how much she willed them to stop, they wouldn’t. She felt herself get angry as the soup shook off the spoon. She defiantly tried again as Sam watched, still kneeling; again the soup shook out of the spoon.
“Lanie…” Sam rested her hand on the Marines knee.
“I’m fine,” She pulled away and placed the spoon on the table and glared at Sam as she grabbed the bowl with both hands and sipped at the soup, placing it back down.
“All right,” Sam shook her head and stood up. “So the military is all over Hope now, so I am thinking we can lay low here for a long while. The shelves were not that stalk but enough for at least a week. The car is hidden so, unless the owners arrive we’re good.”
“I don’t want to wait a week,” Lanie said taking another shaky sip. “I just want this over and things to get back to normal and then you can get back to you ball chair.”
Sam looked to her but the humour was gone. “Maybe we will just chalk this conversation up to your concussion.”
“Yeah I think that’s a great idea,” Lanie said staring at her shaking hands.
“I looked it up, the shakes will go away, but you might not remember the past couple days.”
“Great,” Lanie mumbled looking to the soup, her stomach flipped slightly and instead of eating she lay back down.
Sam moved back into the kitchen area to finish the sandwich she had made for herself, watching Lanie as she did. She silently kicked herself knowing that she had made the warrior angry; she just didn’t know what to say when Lanie mentioned her coming back. The two of them were from completely different worlds. She had grown up with both parents loved and spoiled, she would admit. She usually got what she wanted, her parents were well off. Lanie called her Princess and Sam had to admit that when the Marine did, she liked it.
Lanie had been a slave, who knows what happened to her, she had that burn mark on her back but it was the other scares that worried her. She had been tortured that much was evident, but as far as Sam was concerned Lanie seemed more adjusted then she would have been. She sighed, she should have told Lanie she came back because she didn’t want to see her hurt and that she cared, that was obviously what she had been looking for, maybe even needed.
She sighed and turned the extranet on the vid screen and watched. There was nothing on the news about Hope, but then the Government really did not want the publicity. They had declared Lanie dead and it would look bad if suddenly she was not. She had tried to go back into Hope for supplies but she had spotted too many agents trying to pretend they were tourist. She continued to search through the extranet, stopping for a second on Gear and Cheers which was a show that pitted people against each other to survive on some harsh climate planet. She had always liked the show, except she had not been able to watch the new season since her work on the SSV Vigil started. It was half way over now.
She flipped through a bit more until she stopped when she spotted James Vega. She smiled as memories flowed through her of her time on the Normandy. She had always liked James, he had his own ways of doing things but he was a very efficient soldier. He had been tasked with keeping Shepard safe while she had been under house arrest. She had wondered what had happened to him after the war. She hear he had gone through the N7 course but not much more after that. She turned it up.
“Our unit has been tasked, to preserve balance and keep stability within the Human communities. You can say we are pretty much Humanities Spectres.”
“Does that mean you can go above and beyond the law like the Spectres?” The reporter asked.
Some woman took over the spot light, “We have been sanctioned to do so, but we must be able to justify our actions. We do not have carte blanche to do whatever we please, whenever we please. We have been given a great responsibility and great power to accomplish our task, but in the end we have to be able to justify it.”
Sam smiled; the woman was downright beautiful with her long red hair and, well curved body. She wondered if James had hit on her yet. She had noticed that he had flirted with Commander Shepard quite a few times on the Normandy.
Sam felt something press against her and noticed Lanie was up, standing beside her watching the screen. She had the blanket wrapped around her and leaned against the counter.
“Admiral Hackett had said you had taken interest in the assassination of the Prime Minister and were going to do your own investigation alongside the Special Services investigation?”
James took over this time, “It is a great honour to work alongside the men and women of the Secret Service and I am sure we will be able to assist each other greatly.”
“But wasn’t the shooter already identified and is now deceased, what kind of assistance will you be providing?”
“There are several outstanding factors in this case. It is still unknown as to why she took the actions she did. We do not know who she was working with and they need to be brought to justice as well. An assassination such as that is not done alone. It requires planning and such, there are also some unanswered questions about the circumstance I hope we will be able to uncover,” James said. Sam smiled, he had certainly become articulate.
Lanie seemed to moan as her body shook slightly, Sam wrapped an arm around her for support. “You should be lying down,” she said gently, but noticed Lanie’s interest. “James is a good guy, he might even be able to help, and we should,”
“No,” Lanie said cutting her off. “We trust no one.”
“But I know James, he’s the most incorruptible person I know, if anyone can get to the bottom of this, he can.”
Lanie watched James give the interview and then looked to Sam. “Pack up, we need to keep going.”
“Lanie, you’re in no position to drive,” Sam countered.
“We need to get to the observation, find out what is going on. The longer we stay the more we rick getting caught. We don’t know if that guy you shot can describe the car we are driving. Is there another car here?”
“No,” Sam admitted, “sorry.”
“Ok, tomorrow, we’ll head out, you drive,” She turned and fell slightly, Sam grabbing her tighter to keep her from falling. They both froze for a few second and Sam realized just how close they were. Lanie was pressed against her and she looked down, into Sam’s eye and the Specialist found herself lost in those sultry grey eyes. She was now more than aware of the nice shape of the Marines lips. She could not help but envision Lanie leaning down further and kissing her, it took everything she had not to reach up and caress the taller woman’s cheek.
“We need to get you to bed,” Sam said, too, suddenly, nervous to even realize what she had just said. Lanie smiled down to her.
“Do we now?” Lanie asked with a smile and just when Sam though she was going to kiss her the woman turned and leaned on her instead.
“I, umm, meant, really get you to bed, s.so you can, ah, sleep, or rest if you want. Or you could watch more of the extranet.”
“I think I could do with some more sleep,” Lanie said letting Sam off the hook. She let the Specialist help her to the bedroom at the rear of the cottage and into the cozy bed.
“Sam,” Lanie called as she almost left. Sam turned and looked to her. “Can you stay, that last bout of dreams I had were rough.”
Sam looked to her for a long moment. It would be a nice recovery from pushing her away earlier, something she had not intended to do. She chewed on her lip as her hands seemed to fiddle with each other. She finally smiled and moved over to the bed and lay down beside the soldier. It was awkward for a few minutes as Sam struggled with what to do. Finally she turned over and curled against Lanie placing an arm around her. She closed her eyes, liking the feel.
“Sam thanks for coming back.” Lanie said sleepily.
“Of course I came back Lanie, I would never leave you behind,” she replied and smiled slightly, glad she had said it.
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