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Angel Falling	By : Marie_Fanwriter Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 7081 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9 – Reliving It
It is time to move onto some more mature themes. Warnings are violence, language and, as the title suggests, a reliving of the event.

Shepard woke up to the light buzzing of her omni tool. She opened her eyes and blinked a few times to clear the fog of sleep from them. By the time she registered the still sleeping turian beside her, her tool buzzed again. The commander pulled up the interface and couldn’t help but smile at the AI’s message. ‘Sorry to bother you, Commander. You have a meeting with Operative Lawson in ten minutes, would you like me to inform her of a delay?’
She typed back, ‘Tell her I’ll be there after I have spoken with Dr. Chakwas. EDI, why text me?’
The response was instantaneous, ‘I didn’t want to wake Officer Vakarian. As per the doctor’s order he requires rest.’
Shepard smiled and carefully extracted herself from the sleeping turian’s grasp. Garrus groaned in his sleep and turned his head to the other side. While she grabbed a fresh set of fatigues from her closet she took in his sleeping form. He was still sprawled on his stomach, one arm on the floor and the other curled around her, still warm, pillow. The blanket had fallen around his waist; his back was still covered in bandages which were, thankfully, still mostly white. The largest of the lacerations was still split and had leaked blue into the otherwise pristine bandages.
Closing the door to the washroom she went about her morning routine with military efficiency. She had to towel herself off, a thin layer of sweat had accumulated in the two hours she had been asleep. Apparently sleeping in a too hot room with a turian snuggled up against you was a little too hot.
The elevator was waiting for the Commander when she exited her suite. No sooner had the door closed then did EDI’s voice come over the speaker, “Doctor Chakwas would like to contact you Commander.”
“Put her through. Good morn…”
“COMMANDER! Thank god. Where is Garrus?” Chakwas was frantic, “He isn’t anywhere on the crew deck and the battery is covered in blood. EDI won’t tell me. I just went to check on him and Shepard…”
“Whoa! Hold on Karin. He’s sleeping upstairs. I am on my way down; I’ll explain when I get there.”
“He’s where?” She seemed taken aback.
“My cabin, doctor. I’ll be in the medical bay in just a moment.” The door opened and Shepard crossed the crew deck at a quick jog. “Good morning Karin.”
The doctor seemed to relax slightly, “Why wouldn’t EDI tell me?”
EDI’s orb appeared next to Shepard at the door, “The Commander requested I not divulge the information. I am sorry doctor.”
“No EDI, this one is on me. I’m sorry I should have asked EDI to inform you.” Shepard looked at the floor, as though she were an ashamed child knowing she was going to receive a scolding from her mother.
“That’s alright Commander.” The doctor took a seat at her desk and gestured for Shepard to join her, “But I do need the run down.”
“He’s been asleep for about two hours now; I got him cleaned up last night and replaced his bandages. I managed to get him to take one pill of each of the medications you gave me for him and reapply medi-gel.”
“Only one of each?”
“Yes, he was reluctant to take any at all. Understandably though, they forced that Hallex on him.” Shepard leaned back against the desk, “Did you finish your tests yet?”
“Mordin finished them last night, it turns out the Hallex was laced with a host of other poisons. If we hadn’t gotten to him as quickly as we did I am sure that the side-effects would have been much worse.” Karin passed the Commander a datapad with the results, “I’d like to see him Shepard.”
“After my rounds I’ll go check on him. If he’s up to it I’ll bring him down here, if not I’ll get you to come up. Need anything else doctor?”
“Just make sure you both eat something,” she held up a hand, “Don’t give me any lip, I can hear your stomach growling from here.”
“Understood, I’ll see you later.” Shepard left the medical bay and stopped to grab a coffee before entering Miranda’s office, “Miranda.”
The operative stood up, “Commander, nice of you to join me.” She gestured to the opposing chair, “We will be on Illium in a little over an hour. Care to explain the delay?”
“Not in the slightest,” Shepard took the offered chair. “Is the information ready for Liara?”
“Yes, I’ve got the data packet ready for you. So this is it then?”
“That’s right, after this we will have EDI and Joker complete the final tests on the Reaper IFF. I’d like to spend a day or so docked on Illium before we head out though. Resupply and give the crew a little down time.”
“I’ll ensure the proper arrangements are made.”
“Thank you Miranda, anything else?”
“No that’s everything Commander. I’ll have you notified when we dock.”
Shepard left Miranda’s office and headed for the kitchen. Gardner had almost finished cleaning up from the crew’s breakfasts by the time Shepard arrived. While he prepared the two lunches Shepard quickly made her way into the main battery. The scene in the small room was much the same as the previous day, blood smeared across the walls in a few places and armour strewn about.
She busied herself with collecting the armour and wiping down the worst of the blood. She was no stranger to it in her line of work but it felt strange to be the one doing the cleaning instead of the splattering. Once the worst of the mess was dealt with and the armour was gathered into a bag she headed back into the mess. Gardner had finished with the meals and there were two cups of steaming liquid; kava and coffee.
A quick thanks and Shepard was off to check on her patient. Balancing the tray in front of her with the heavy bag hefted over her shoulder wasn’t an easy feat but she managed. EDI had the elevator waiting for her when she arrived and automatically sent it up to the loft.
Stepping into her cabin she found Garrus still fast asleep on the bed, curled into the warm space she left nearly an hour ago. She placed the food down on her desk before setting down the armour as quietly as possible. It still clanked as it settled and that was enough for Garrus to wake. Shepard watched as the recognition of where he was sleeping dawned on him and couldn’t help but smile.
Ensuring that she was a little heavier on her feet than usual she descended the steps with lunch as he sat up, “Morning, sleepy head. I brought kava.”
“My hero,” he drawled standing up and stretching. Shepard noticed the second he regretted stretching as he flinched.
Shepard held up the bottle from the previous day, “I’ve got something for that too.” She took a seat on the couch and Garrus joined her, sitting on the opposing side of the L shape. As she dug into her meal Garrus sipped at his beverage, he held the mug between his hands and leaned forwards arms on his knees. “So we’ll be docking at Illium in a little under an hour. I’m heading out to see Liara.”
If Garrus was paying attention he didn’t show any outward sign of it, he just silently continued with the kava and glared at the pill bottle on the table. So Shepard continued, filling the empty space with useless drivel. “It’ll be nice to see her again. We didn’t exactly see eye to eye last time…. The Normandy will be docked overnight here though; we’ll be heading back to the Terminus after that to test out the IFF.” Once she had exhausted all of her options that didn’t relate to him she gave in. “Garrus, you need to eat something.”
He looked up from his mug, “Not really that hungry Shepard.”
“Don’t give me that shit Garrus. You haven’t eaten in days.” She glared around a mouthful of her own lunch. “I need you at full strength before we hit the Relay.”
He grunted, “I’m fine.”
“Bullshit. Eat.”
Garrus finished off the kava and set down the mug, “I don’t need your mothering Shepard.”
She scoffed, “I’m just delivering the order from Chakwas. She’ll be coming up when I head out so you’d best eat before she shoves it down your throat.” Garrus fixed her with a look before grabbing his meal and picking at it. Shepard resumed her own and pushed the pills and a bottle of water towards her reluctant meal partner, “She wants you to take those too.”
He audibly sighed but conceded and took one of each like he had the night before. The rest of the meal was finished in silence, neither participant looking at the other. When Shepard finished she crossed the room to her armour locker and suited up. “I brought yours up too, figured you’d want to work on it yourself.”
“Thanks.”
Shepard turned her attention to EDI’s hologram location, “EDI. Can you send Chakwas up please?”
“Of course Commander, is there anything else I can do for you?”
“No that’s fine.” EDI logged herself out and Shepard turned back to Garrus, “Anything you need before I head out?”
He shook his head, “I’m fine Shepard.” He stood up and walked the Commander to the door. Just as she stepped out of the room he grabbed her armoured hand. She turned back with a questioning look but quickly melted into his embrace. “When will you be back?” He asked.
“Shouldn’t be more than a few hours,” she rose on her tip toes placing her forehead against his. They stood quietly for a minute before Shepard pulled back, “Get some rest.”
The elevator arrived and the doctor stepped out, she seemed slightly surprised to see the cabin’s occupants at the door. “Commander,” She nodded. “Garrus, how are you feeling?” always the professional.
“Fine doc,” he replied but not without hearing Shepard mutter ‘bullshit’ as she entered the elevator. He rolled his eyes and gestured for the doctor to precede him into the cabin. “Where do you need me?”
“The couch is fine,” she descended the steps and began to unload her medical gear onto the living room table. “How much of the pain killer and antibiotic have you taken?”
“Two of each,” he replied sitting down.
The doctor let of a frustrated sigh, “I need you to take another of each now please. I don’t want to risk an infection while your plates heal.” She set about removing the bandages.
“I’ll take the antibiotic but you can keep the pain killers.” He grabbed the bottle and downed a pill before shoving the pain killer away; it rolled off the table and onto the floor.
“I can give you an injection if you’d prefer.”
“I said no,” he ground out. “When can I go back on duty?”
“I’d like to say three days, but I know you’ll ignore me so we will play it by ear.” She smoothed a layer of medi-gel over his shoulders and Garrus couldn’t help but hiss at the contact. “You’re healing quite well now considering.” She finished his back in silence before having him turn around so she could inspect his abdomen and arms.
“Why the chains?” he asked suddenly.
Karin looked at her feet, “There was an incident. It was standard protocol.” They sat in silence for a minute before she continued, “Your jaw was dislocated when we brought you in. I’ve never set a turian jaw before so Mordin volunteered… you were unconscious still and we were wary of using a sedative on you without knowing what was already in your system.”
She continued her work, rewrapping his still raw wrists. “Well… when he reset it he had to press of some of the more sensitive tissue under your mandibles, here,” she pointed on herself where the tissue would be. “You woke up and reacted rather violently. In a matter of seconds you had thrown Mordin into the wall by the AI core. The Commander got between the two of you but you shoved her out of the way and pinned Mordin to the floor. I administered a sedative but if I hadn’t been there you likely would have… well you get the idea.”
Garrus was silent for a few beats, “I understand.” He nodded sharply, “Is there anything else?”
The doctor was slightly taken aback at his abrupt change in attitude. When she had arrived he had seemed alright with the company, now it seemed as though he wanted nothing more than to be alone. “No, that’s everything. Unless you wanted to talk about what happened?”
He scoffed and shook his head, “I just need a rest doc. Thank you.”
It didn’t take long for Shepard to meet up with Liara; she had brought Miranda and Tali with her. Miranda was the best choice for the list of errands they had to attend to after seeing Liara and only Tali truly knew what she meant by a ‘thingamabob’ for the drive core. The three of them were fully geared.
The information Cerberus had dug up ended up being extremely helpful for the young asari. Just as soon as she’d been given the information she spilled out a multitude of background that linked together quite a few pieces from Shepard’s missing two years. Cerberus, the collectors, Feron. It was all starting to come together. The Commander was conflicted. She knew she should have been angry with Liara for giving her to Cerberus but she wouldn’t be alive now if Cerberus hadn’t intervened.
Liara had all but rushed out afterwards asking Shepard to meet her at her apartment in the evening. Shepard had agreed and let Liara go; she needed some time to mull over the new information too. The rest of the afternoon was spent gathering supplies but Shepard’s mind was elsewhere. It was still in her cabin.

Garrus sat on the couch with his armour laid out in front of him, all of the pieces gleaming. Removing the dried blood hadn’t been an easy chore but there were very few new dents and scrapes to buff out which made the job a little easier. His visor sat on the table as well. He’d tried to put it on before starting work but his hands shook every time he tried. He hadn’t activated it since Omega.
Taking a deep breath Garrus picked up his visor again, his hands shook less now that he had completed the calming cleaning ritual. He placed it over his eye and immediately it started up, the familiar blue tinge to the room had a calming effect as well. When the start-up process finished he was given the usual array of options to choose from; combat ready, data analysis, music, armour synch, omni-tool synch… video playback.
The turian took a steadying breath before setting about stripping and reassembling his pistol. He completed the task once more before starting the playback, with a few keystrokes on his omni-tool he was at the beginning of the mission. The visual played on his visor and the audio fed directly to his implanted communicator. He saw the briefing room and heard his own disembodied voice…
“I’ve set it to unlock by password only, any preferences?”
He could see Shepard grinning, “Strawberry.”
He watched on as he was led from the Normandy, this time he was able focus on the looks people were giving them; shock and disgust in many of the crew and pity from Kelly and Joker. The scene unfolded in front of him, he could see recognition dawn on the criminals’ faces. He stripped and reassembled the pistol again without so much as looking down at it.
“I know she said no one touches you but dammit! That doesn’t mean you get to bite em.”
His shoulders dropped, this is where it started to get messy. He continued watching and as he looked on at the faces around him he took note. Half the faces he knew, those that he didn’t could be found. Garrus catalogued each face with his omni-tool, setting up a search for those he didn’t know as he listened to himself be beaten.
“Just answer the question and he’ll turn it off,” said the turian host. Garrus’ eyes had been closed by this point last time but now he saw the smirk on his face before the camera pointed to the floor after he was kicked. “Answer. The. Question.”
He was shaking now. Past this his memory of the events was blurry at best, he remember the pain and the humiliation but seeing the scene play out before his eyes again was… disturbing. He nearly turned the video off when Marcs came into view with the harness. His hands were clenched tight enough to leave three talon imprints on each hand. He could only see the floor for the next few minutes and hear himself scream. The audio didn’t pick up much besides that and the wet thwacking sound of the whipping implements.
“He’s ready,” came the turian’s voice again.
Garrus forced himself to watch the screen as Marcs came into view. He was completely silent as he watched the man’s cock disappear from view and heard the muffled sounds of panic be overridden by the gasp of pleasure.
“That’s right, never had a proper blow job until you’ve had a turian!”
…
“Spirits! Marcs you’ve ruined me.”
…
“Ch’arr continue.”
…
“But damn! I’ll admit he was a good fuck.”
…
“You see… I don’t think he’ll survive it if I turn this up all the way. We tried it earlier and it was barely two seconds before he submitted.”
Throughout the ordeal Garrus sat with the same rigid posture. Blood freely flowed from his palms and he could taste it in his mouth from how hard he’d clenched his teeth. The video ended when Kasumi had input the kill code, strawberry. His visor reactivated and the manacles unlocked. The turian replaced his visor on the table, stood up from the couch, and calmly walked to the washroom before evacuating the contents of his stomach.
After a few minutes he managed to pick himself up long enough to get into the shower. He sat under the spray until the hot water ran out. When he entered the main cabin something in him had changed. The beaten and abused turian was gone…
“They will pay for this. Archangel is back.”
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