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In Sight	By : CyberII Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 6132 -:- 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-Fin.
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Author's note: a sequel to my debut 'In Command' (also posted at AdultFanFiction).
Original MassKink prompt:
Shepard didn't romance Miranda. Instead, they've become very close friends. And she's fine with that. In fact, she's busy enthusiastically screwing someone else in her office when Shepard walks in.

Bonus points:

-They're doing it on her desk instead of her bed

-Miranda or her partner are in the middle of an orgasm the minute Shepard walks in

-Shepard is unexpectedley aroused by the sight

Shepard still didn’t believe the suicide mission at the Collectors’ base was over and it ran that smoothly. After Admiral Hackett was convinced to make the Alliance commandment to postpone the trial only for him to finish his mission concerning the Collectors, Shepard was pretty much sure his own gloomy mood could spread on the rest of the squad.

And get them killed.

Seemed like the squad’ve had their own opinion on that. Shepard was glad he chose those people; now when he fought hard his own desperation, they helped him to keep their morals high, like he helped each other of them. Their immovable faith in him kept him strong. Now it was time for him to thank them all. As a farewell.

Before he hands himself over to the Alliance.

It’s going to be damn hard. Old friends, new friends. Old friend and a new love at the same time. He was pretty sure, Tali would carry on; with or without him, the quarians still had pretty much to fix up about their lives.

He wasn’t sure about one person. Miranda. Officer Lawson, Cerberus Cheerleader. First he was repulsed by her attitude; it was a real surprise for him to discover an amazing person under that façade. Tragic somehow. He did his best to make her appreciate herself as a person, not a crafted thing; the words she said to The Illusive Man at the Collectors’ base came out strong. But was she so sure what to do next with her life? Shepard felt somehow guilty for drawing her out of her ice shelter – she deserved better than she got, yet he couldn’t give her anything except for his sincere friendship.

There was never a spark between them; they were too different. But they were really fine with being friends. She shared the news about her sister, he asked for some advice on women sometimes. She was irreplaceable on the battlefield; strong, skilled, dedicated. But he knew she was lonely; and there was nothing he could do about it.

Another thing that bothered him – something was going on between her and his most loyal old friend, Garrus. Maybe it was his fault to put them in the awkward position of sharing the position of second-in-command. They never started a fight openly, like Jack did – not that he expected it from someone that disciplined as Garrus. But he couldn’t read their sudden glances, taunts, smirks, when he took them on a mission together – and he did it a lot. Some of them just seemed so far from usual amicable teasing conversations they all loved to participate in.

Part of him really wanted to resolve that tension between the people he united and befriended. A farewell party seemed like a good idea to accomplish it.

“..Miranda, I still think you’re the one of a reasonable kind,“ The Illusive Man took a deep drag on his cigarette, watching his former operative on holo-screen. “ You worked for me for too long, you are tied with Cerberus. These ties aren’t that easy to break.”

“You didn’t get it on the first try? I can repeat my words if it helps,“ the dark-haired woman snapped, “Watch my lips: I told you to kiss my…”

“Remember what you did for Cerberus. Remember what Cerberus did for you. What you became as a result. What could Shepard do for you when he’s one step from trial by court martial?”

“Shepard already did,“ she brushed him off coldly, “Thanks to him I finally figured out I’m a real person. Not a tool, but a woman. Now I can take care of myself!”

Her eyes darted somewhere off-screen – apparently someone entered her cabinet. The Illusive Man sighed.
“Miranda, burning all bridges isn’t the clever decision at this time. You gained you reputation, starting from scratch won’t work…”

A long arm appeared on screen, snaking around the woman’s waist and turning her away from the monitor. Three-fingered gauntleted hand hit disconnect on the console. The last sight The Illusive Man caught was the shoulder armor of a turian bending down and pulling ex-operative Lawson closer…

He took a sip from his glass. Took another pull at the cigarette, somewhat disgusted. So, it wasn’t just Shepard’s influence, letting that turian live after a missile hit seemed like a bad idea now.

As if this whole project wasn’t full of bad ideas…

Miranda found herself inexcusably enjoying the moment when a long tongue roughly licked off her lip gloss in one stroke. She let the turian steal this kiss, remembering only afterwards she was almost angry at him.

Almost.

After that passionate ride Vakarian gave her once the cold distance between them seemed to reappear. They never talked much except for a little words exchange during the missions they were taken together at.

Not that she was overdramatic about the whole ‘hump-and-dump’ kind of affairs; sometimes in the past she’d used her men the same way. Neither had she wanted to appear clingy after some casual sex. But every time she discovered Shepard’s taking them both on a mission, every time she saw the tall gracious frame entering ‘Kodiak’ – her heart jumped. Not that she had a crush on him…

Well, maybe a little.

“What are you doing here?“ she crossed her arms on her chest, trying hard to look at least a little disgruntled.

“Well, after we defeated the Collectors, the firing algorithms don’t demand that high maintenance anymore,“ he flashed her a toothy smile.

“You know what I mean,“ Miranda frowned, “We barely talked since… then.”

“Oh, my bad, I guess,“ Garrus stepped back with a concerned look, “All this rush, pressure, constant danger, suicide mission – and the fact I know nothing about human… customs didn’t help. I thought it would be for the best not to let anyone notice.”

He tilted his head: “Wait, did you think I’m the – how do you call it – ‘hit-and-run’ kind?”

Miranda pursed her lips. “I was dangerously close to that thought.”

“Hey,“ he crouched in front of her, brushing her lips with the tip of his tongue; a smile crawled on her lips betraying her. Her heart fluttered, she leaned forward to leave a soft kiss on his mouth.

“Seems like I know your secret,“ he murmured with a smug grin, “You smile every time when I do it. Maybe I should tell it to the rest of the team who’s having problems with your attitude?”

“No way, “she felt her cheeks blushing slightly, “That works only with you.”

“Mmm, I love the way it sounds. Actually I wasn’t hoping much… Look, I acted like nothing happened, but..,“ he sighed, looking at her with those intense blue eyes of his; the eyes she missed so much, “There, at the Collector’s base… When you told The Illusive Man to kiss your perfect ass and count it as your resignation – I felt so proud that that woman gave herself to me once. And then I’ve just hoped I didn’t screw up my chances with her yet.”

“Your chances?” she raised a brow, “What chances are you talking about?”

He straightened up in a bat of an eye. “My apologies… Some interspecies misinterpretation, I guess… I better go.”

“Wait,“ she launched herself out of her chair to catch him mid-stride. She felt his body straining and tensing – just like that time – when she wrapped her arms around his thin waist. “Don’t. What’s wrong, Garrus, you always were the first to join the teasing games… What happened now?”

“Oh,“ there was a slight relief in his voice and posture, “I… I don’t know. Maybe I overthought it a bit – that whole thing… with you I mean.”

“So now it’s ‘your turian complications’?” she taunted him, hiding her blush and sheepish smile in his armored back. Tell him, Miri, a small voice in the back of her head insisted. “I’ve been thinking of you too, Garrus. I was in the cockpit when Thanix tore the Collectors another asshole in one shot… It felt like you made that perfect shot yourself, no one else could’ve made it.”

“So – no more calibration jokes?” he looked at her over his shoulder, took her small hand in his gauntleted three-fingered one. She slid in front of him, admiring his stark features, feeling his bright eyes travelling along her body.

“No more,” she whispered with a strange cold shiver on her spine. “I guess this ends soon… As soon as the Alliance takes Shepard in their custody.”

“Yeah”, his gravelly voice was hardly louder than a breath, “And I must return to Palaven… Convince my people to take actions against the Reapers invasion. Not much hopes it’s going to work though…”

“And I think I’ll try to find a good use of the rest of Cerberus info I had access to.” Miranda lowered her eyes. “Maybe that would help me find different people to work with…”

“Right. You might need it,” she felt his gloved fingers touching her hair. He paused before speaking again. “There’s no certainty we would ever meet again.”

“Most probably. Our paths are so different,” her fingers slid around his waist again, holding onto him, “Maybe it all was just about lot of stress and a handful of hormones…”

“If you want to leave it there,” his soft voice turned cold and distant, “Don’t worry - no problems will be on my part…”

Her lips trembled. Why did they start that mutual torture? It was obvious they couldn’t… stay together; but was it so necessary to point it out that way?

“Shut up, Garrus” she breathed out, “Just shut up. I don’t want to hear about it now…”
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