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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
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It was the fifth test he ran on the card he brought from the 'Afterlife'. His omni-tool already had downloaded the most sophisticated extensions for keycard script hacking, yet he still couldn't find anything really suspicious. It was an 'Afterlife' private rooms' pass card, simple un-lock encoding – not without a particular scripting style, but that was probably Aria's fancy. It also had to send a confirmation signal to the surveillance system at the same time as the door opens, which wasn't unusual for such a place where a lot of people could cause lots of troubles.

There must've been a trick somewhere. Why was this keycard given to him? Was it an invitation of some sort?

Garrus picked up another thing out of his pocket. A small container with the drug Mordin gave him. Shit, he was so confident and fell under the charms of an Ardat-Yakshi that fast he forgot to use it. Oh, hell, he forgot everything in fact.

Carefully he unsealed it, fished out few half-transparent capsules filled with powder and studied them attentively.

Well, Aria made an appointment. She didn't like to wait. And he didn't like to handle such appointments unprepared.

Now he won't lose his head. Aria definitely wasn't the kind of asari he'd lose his head over.

He wasn't surprised when the card opened the door, smooth and quiet, without setting off any alarm. He just walked in and waited until the door slid back. His visor, the only part of his gear he allowed himself to wear, scanned the small room for security cameras. He was previously seen in casual clothes Mordin brought him – he couldn't let Aria or anyone else memorize his custom set of armor now.

Much to his own surprise he wasn't nervous anymore. Since Samara left he had not much to risk. Now he just wanted to settle this case with Aria, not expecting it to be pleasant.

Actually, he wasn't scared. If Aria wanted him dead, he'd already knew it; in fact he did nothing to really piss her off. Yet. He could only guess why she would want to talk.

He wasn't surprised when the small table in the middle sank into the floor and after a few seconds appeared with two bottles and two glasses on it. The service was good, he noted, and the dextro bottle was exactly of the same kind he ordered in the VIP section. Aria wouldn't invite him over just to poison, that was for sure. He uncorked the bottle and poured himself a glass, trying to look nonchalant on cameras.

He needed all his confidence to deal with Aria T'Loak.

He lowered himself on the couch, the table between him and the door. The room obviously had no secret passages, he wondered if the delivery shaft under the table was supposed to serve as a fire or other emergencies exit.

He wasn't surprised when the door opened with a soft hiss.

"Well, well, well, just look what we have here…"

A dark slender asari silhouette stood in a doorway – alone. Hand on her cocked hip, she made a dramatic pause and strode in, locking the door behind her back.

Aria landed on the couch next to him, elbows set wide on its back, long legs crossed. She gave the wall in front of her a little smile, not looking at her guest.

"The infamous Archangel himself! That's what I call VIP."

"I'm flattered," he replied without looking at her either, "I'm just wondering how many received such a warm personal greeting in your search for me."

Aria turned her head with a smirk.

"A good club owner knows the public well. Especially the VIP clientele. And I'm the best."

She turned away from him again.

"The rest was easy."

Dead silence enveloped the room for several seconds. Garrus broke it first.

"So, Aria, what did you want me for?"

Her face paint on eyebrows rose slightly.

"Me? It was you who came."

He leaned forward, demonstratively placing the card on the table with a click.

"You made sure I'll come."

She crossed her arms, grinned and stood up, pacing the small room. The ruler of Omega still had such a weakness for scenic poses and dramatic effects. Yet… she had nice legs, which measured the space they were locked in with long sliding steps.

"Be a gentleman and offer me a drink first!"

The provocative and assured smile of Aria hit a nerve inside of him he never though he had before. Another asari trying to play with him. What was he – some kind of servant here? Omega ruler was the bad person for someone like him to exchange words with in any circumstances, but he had the trick up his sleeve right there with him.

It probably was the best chance he'd ever get. The small capsule shattered without a sound when his talons crushed it above the glass, another hand lowering the bottle to hide his movement from the perceptive eye of Aria T'Loak. He could only have one chance with her, she didn't get her hands on Omega and managed to hold her ground because of being unwary.

Garrus grinned back at her, passing her a glass, not giving his irritation away with a single move of the muscle. Her thin lips stretched in a lopsided smirk. Another theatrical pause, when she tasted her drink.

"So? As far as I recall, I've had no problems with you."

She gave him a short wave of her hand.

"If you ever had, you won't be sitting here. Not every young troublemaker receives such a hearty welcome from me."

"I should be honored, right," he grumbled, feeling stupid for walking in this trap all by himself. Aria continued, ignoring his displeasure, her voice derisive.

"You saved me a lot of trouble, getting rid of these two bitches at once."

That was too much for his spark of anger to ignite, even in front of that dangerous woman. Maybe the alcohol gave him more courage than he wanted to show.

"Don't you dare speak of Samara this way…"

Aria raised a brow and laughed, her attentive eyes sparking with new interest.

"Wow, you two managed to become close? Who could've thought an old seductress has a weak spot for turian rebels…"

"No comments," he hissed, barely holding back from more harsh replies he'd regret about.

The asari crossed her arms on her chest, still smiling, and that smile spoke of nothing good on her mind.

"You're tough, Omega has a great potential for those like you. Or a grave with no name on it, which is more likely."

She made another pause, giving more of her attention to the glass in her hand than to the turian next to her.

"That rebellious spirit of yours makes you break the rules, Archangel, and I doubt you plan to stop soon. I don't like it – but if I liked everything about you, it would be either suspicious or plain boring. You've got a quad, and I'm surprised you still have it here with me."

Garrus leaned back; he started to wish he just ignored that damned keycard and threw it away. This was getting somewhere unpleasant and dangerous.

"I never intended to touch your rule."

"Smart kid. But not too smart. You tend to piss off nearly everyone at this station. Maybe you even piss me off a little."

Her purple finger pointed straight at him, but that was the only sign of her noticing his presence. Her monologue went on like a theatrical play learned by heart.

"Because you remind me of myself. And I don't think I should tolerate two persons like me at one asteroid…"

She certainly noticed his tensing posture; he could hardly control his nervousness from now. Aria didn't arrange this meeting just to see him in person. But was it to get rid of a cocky newcomer before he becomes dangerous?

"Relax. If I wanted you dead, you won't be able to stroll right here," he barely withheld himself from jumping of surprise, when a thin palm patted his arm. "You add some… entertainment around this place, keeping the gangs on their toes."

He brushed her hand aside coldly.

"Cut it off, Aria. What do you want?"

"Hah, famous turian direct approach," she suddenly unfolded her legs, turned and leaned closer to him in one fluid motion. He backed off slightly, trying not to show his discomposure.

"Entertainment is what I appreciate here," her thin lips with a dark stripe in the middle touched the rim of glass, she took a quick sip and set a glass aside; electric blue eyes scanned him shamelessly.

"You're even kind of pretty," her hand caught him off-guard, landing on his lower chest, too close to his stomach. She knew what she was doing with her hand on his body, her unceremonious touch and haughty smile spoke of it. "Nice body – I've heard what you're able to do with it…"

"How about the other things, not involving wrestling krogans?" she all but purred, confirming his worst expectations.

He wondered how many people were ever let to see Aria that close. Strong, confident, despotic, with a habit to take things she wanted by force. He hated to become one of these things, he never planned to.

"Ain't… touching your rule."

He hated the way she narrowed her eyes, it reminded him of the mocking look Morinth gave him, a bald assurance the toy he was for them won't escape. He gritted his teeth as she straddled his thighs and moved her hand lower to his abdomen; the shivers ran down his spine, unexpectedly pleasant shivers of restrained need… lust. He hated it, an ugly parody of the thoughts he tried so hard to avoid, thoughts about another asari.

"Think twice. What if I… allow you to break it?"

He pushed her away from him, she threw back her shoulders with a victorious smile, preparing a biotic charge to unleash on him – to hit him, maybe hold him or paralyze. Garrus bared his teeth, waiting for the impact… but the blue flame barely surrounded the asari frame and faded. A glimpse of utter puzzlement taking the shine off Aria's arrogant expression was truly priceless, but he had no time to enjoy the view. Now when he knew the drug worked and she wasn't able to use her biotics against him, his anger rose. She tried to play with him, she thought she's in control – and she was wrong. Now it was his time to show her she's not the toughest one here.

They all tried to play with him by their rules. Tease him, leave him frustrated. But not this time.

"If I want to break your only rule…"

He grabbed her wrists roughly, pinning them to the back of the couch before she understood her biotics won't help her anymore. Now he brought his face too close to hers, admiring her eyes narrowing in fury.

"I'll do it my way and not by your permission."
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