She has your eyes (3/?)
anonymous
October 7 2012, 23:03:11 UTC
((A!A thanks you all for your help and comments. I am glad you enjoyed the touch of horror and sadness.))
Garrus couldn't understand how Liara did it, being around that thing, letting it around the child. Then again it wasn't like she had a choice. What could one do against something like that?
It just showed up one day out of the blue, two years after the Reaper War ended. Stars, he wasn't even sure if the Reaper War really did end. He was unconscious when it happened, his body pinned under rocks and pieces of a Mako. The reports generated were simple. There was a brilliant light that flared from the citadel washing over everything, over the Reapers and the husks.
For a moment there was only silence as hope flared desperately, a hope that they were going to win, that their civilization will not end during their age. The husks backed away, the gigantic Reapers stopped firing, for the first time for what seemed to be a million years there was only the sounds of breathing. (Even less in other places where nothing survived).
Shepard did it. Shepard did it.
(They found her ashes at the control panel, there wasn't enough to fill a box. The heartbroken look on Liara's face--hope breeds the most painful suffering.)
"Uncle Garrus!" Tiny feet and hands climbed on his armor, a small blue face swinging into view. "Uncle Garrus!"
"Hey little one." With his free hand he grabbed her and plopped her onto his shoulder. "How are you?"
"I'm okay. I went to school today and had something called blueberry jam and peanut butter. Daddy made it for me!"
Poor innocent child.
"Did she?" Garrus murmured, casting an eye at the 'Daddy'. If it weren't for his constant vigilance he would have mistaken it for a piece of furniture. A piece of furniture that scared the Hanar witless.
"Yep. Cuz I was hungry and mommy was busy and I was really hungry and mommy told me not to touch the knives. And daddy was standing right there so I asked daddy and daddy looked at me for like five minutes." She lowered her voice. "Sometimes I think Daddy is slow."
Just when you think nothing can surprise him.
"Then Daddy made me a yummy sandwich and we did our homework together!"
"That's good."
"Uncle Garrus?"
"Yea?"
"...Is something wrong with Daddy? Is she sick?"
Was it sick? Could it ever get sick?
"I don't know. She--" He couldn't ever associate her with it. Or it with her. "Your dad is...is busy. Dealing with things. Why don't you ask Liara?"
"Okay!"
Off she scampered past the other adults, past the bubble that enclosed the IT, and into the other room.
She has your Eyes (4/?)
anonymous
October 8 2012, 04:48:36 UTC
((So we need a name. And...yay for more disturbing! There will be some..kink somewhere. In a less disturbing manner. Or more. What say you guys to attraction to the thing that isn't Shepard but looks like Shepard but is secretly or not so secretly an eldritch abomination?
In other words, what do the Hanar see?
Also, we need a name for the kid. Help me anons!)
Today is her child's birthday. The house was full of festive people and a festive atmosphere, full of loving family members and friends. Nothing could happen that would ever dampen her high spirits.
(Except for the person standing stock still, posture straight, eyes unblinking-watching everything and everyone with empty eyes. And no this wasn't the Geth.)
All her old friends were here to celebrate her daughter's birthday. It was an especially joyous occasion as she had finally tracked down the last remaining relatives she had, those that survived the fall of Thessia.
Everywhere she looked she could see friendly faces. The mountain of presents for her daughter, one item looked suspiciously like a rifle, might be Williams or Wrex.
(Or her father)
"Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Mom. Mom. Mother. Mom. Mum. Mum." The incessant cries of her child, she didn't notice her until she started chirping. "Muuuum."
With a quickness born from battle, Liara swooped and nabbed the little bluejay (Shepard told her a bluejay was an Earth bird and it was blue. Hence the name.)
"Mom?" Eyes hauntingly familiar looked at her framed by a round blue face.
"Yes dear?"
"Is Daddy okay?" Her tiny face was scrunched up in concern.
(Is Daddy okay? No dear. No. No. No it will never be okay. She was dead. Dead. Dead and there was nothing she could do. Nothing left to bring back.)
"Yes, of course." Liara held her darling baby in her arms, against her chest tightly. Even from here she could see it still standing there. (She made sure she was in the right location, always watching, it wasn't fear. Just wariness. Rightful paranoia).
"Uncle Javik says..." Her little wing's face scrunched up even more in an attempt to mimic Javik's way of speaking. "She's an ab--ab-abom-dominalation."
Oh, Javik. Ever since the War ended, he had lingered behind to watch over her when she was pregnant. When questioned he said it was his duty to the woman who had made it all possible.
It took him all of two seconds to shoot the Shepard when it arrived at her doorstep while she remained motionless.
He knew what it was and cautioned her from letting it remain here. A good throw out of an airlock, that was his suggestion. Better yet an incinerator.
But she couldn't do it.
"Your father is...." Was. Her father was. Her lover was.
Was. Had been. Will never be.
"Your father loves you. Will always love you." She clung to her little wing just a bit tighter.
"O..Okay?" The child became a squirming child as she protested the hold. "Mommy, why don't you ever hug daddy?"
Liara felt her heart skip a beat. Then two. Oh my little wing. (In some ways she had become her own mother, distancing herself from the father of her child but for good reason.)
The back of her throat became dry, acidic in taste.
She could remember Javik's four eyed glare and his words. ( "If you cannot even hold it, why let it stay here? It is not Shepard. That woman is dead." )
Part of it has been her inability to let go.
Part of it was hope.
Part denial.
Grief.
"Hey blue!" It was Jack, here to rescue, for once. "Come'er!"
Shamefully grateful for the reprieve, she lowered her daughter onto the floor. "Go and play."
"But Mom!"
Liara had left by then, wading into the sea of people leaving behind a confused and anxious child who shared similar traits to her mother and father.
Re: She has your Eyes (4/?)
anonymous
October 8 2012, 04:59:02 UTC
With FemShep/Liara's daughter, I always go with some form of the name Benezia. Like Zia or something. I'm writing a Grunt hangs out with Shepard family story, and he calls her Bean as a play off Bene. Or you could go with Hannah T'Soni-Shepard.
But anyway, awesome story. Like the bluejay nickname. Also, would totally be up for some moderately disturbing attraction to the Shepard-bot. Makes sense that of course Liara would still find Shepard attractive, especially seeing some form of her every day. And Shepard, with that programming, might try to hop into bed with her and do what Shepard would do. Can Liara form a meld with this thing, even?
Re: She has your Eyes (4/?)
anonymous
October 8 2012, 07:14:47 UTC
A!A here
Oh God. Oh God. Why? You guys...you just want more disturbing stuff. Fffff
You know given the Reaper's technology they could have done their own Lazarus project, just instead of putting Shepard back in Shepard they put in the Shepard in Shepard. Like a terminator.
...Which brings to thought of the Shepard making itself a Shepard body so it could continue it's duties in giving Liara orgasms. Or just..general body horror of a body made entirely of living tentacles. *___*
Re: She has your Eyes (4/?)
anonymous
October 8 2012, 20:26:06 UTC
I could see Reaper Shepard wanted a more human body, perhaps after hearing Hannah talk about how strange it is that Daddy doesn't age or seem to blink much. Maybe reconstructing Shepard's old body through cloning, like how Miranda was create. Or yeah, the tentacle route. Shepard Penishands.
Re: She has your Eyes (4/?)
anonymous
October 9 2012, 07:57:38 UTC
A!A here
...The..fffff
I can't even man. I cannot even.
I could see that Reaper Shepard gets a body made specifically for the lovings and Liara getting creeped out. Can you see your lover putting on a new body so that it would please you?
Maybe she...not exactly falls in love with Reaper Shepard as much as it's...Lima and Stockholm syndrome wrapped together with a healthy dose of grief and distress.
How much of Shepard should be left? I already hinted that there is something there, her spirit...or perhaps it is a new entity created by Shepard. It's still eldrich abomination all the way--
It could end up good. Or it could end up with someone being lite on fire.
Hrm, two bodies? One is the..Shepard Penishands...lol. And then clone Shepard. Person. Reaper Shepard might be apprehensive about that, the body has no natural defense. Might get ended.
Interlude (5/?)
anonymous
October 8 2012, 07:12:01 UTC
It wasn't a surrender. Anyone with half a brain knows that the Reaper War ended with no one winning except the Reapers. Nearly half of the intelligent life in the galaxy was gone, and more unaccounted for.
(More who were turned into husks, made into Reaper goo)
What kind of surrender leads to the enemy still lingering? Fully armed? Watching like parents over children. Some people tried to attack, wanting revenge. They were rebuffed, ignored even.
The Reapers just stopped attacking, stopped fighting and simply waited. And helped.
There wasn't anyone to talk to, there was no representative. The silent neighbors armed with laser beams did not act. There was still fear that the Reapers would start killing again, fear that this was all a massive trick that nothing had changed.
There were those who started to worship the Reapers as their gods, hoping they would be spared. Those who fought even now. Those who view the mechanical machines with indifference.
There was no real way the Council races could ever accept the Reapers or their lack of a surrender. The constant presence of husks roaming the countryside didn't help either. Attempts were made to cage them, to study them, to see if there was anything left-anything.
(The black faded from the banshee's eyes briefly, a horrified blue pupil shoned- all went back to black.)
Some where killed, the soldiers waiting with baited breath for appraisal. There were none. Others tried to find loved ones. These shambling 'zombies' were a reminder of the looming monsters.
(As if they needed more- as if the scars and blackened area of the planet were not reminder enough. The dead placed in mass graves.)
This was worse than all the husks dying, than the husks suddenly vanishing. The Reapers gave them a choice.
She has your eyes (6/?)
anonymous
October 8 2012, 19:23:14 UTC
Daddy is funny thought Hannah Shepard-T'soni.
How could anyone just stand there without moving? She tried to do that. It was really hard though! It made her feet hurt and her toes tingle. But she wanted to be like Daddy so she tried and tried.
But then she got tired too!
Daddy was so hard to be like.
Sometimes Daddy showed her how to use a gun. Coolest day ever.
But sometimes Daddy didn't do anything and wasn't fun at all. (A child doesn't always notice that things are different. Dad was just dad and mom was just mom.)
"Daddy!Dad!Dad!" Hannah tugged on her father's pant leg. "You're gonna miss the party."
Brilliant blue eyes quite unlike hers stared down unblinkingly. Hannah just tugged more resolutely. "Daaaaad~"
Daddy wasn't like any of the other adults, she's so much cooler and scares everyone else! Even if Daddy is a bit slow. She loved Daddy anyways.
"Piggy back ride." She raised her hands up.
Tapped her little feet expectantly.
In the distance Liara watched hands clenched together.
Cool hands grabbed the expectant little bluejay plopping her on her shoulders. Hannah held on tightly to Daddy's head, hugging her Daddy with all the strength her tiny body could muster.
"Mush!"
As they moved towards the main party, the party goers parted like a wave before them.
"I love you Daddy." She would always say this to her silent Daddy.
Re: She has your eyes (6/?)
anonymous
October 14 2012, 06:38:20 UTC
Oh Goddess. I have to praise the magnificent narrative. I feel everything... Silent. Dismal. It may be the short sentences. Kudos! Also I start to think Control ending can be truly creepy. F5! -anon with dried eyes
Re: Interlude (5/?)
anonymous
October 9 2012, 06:57:43 UTC
This fic really brings to the fore how...bleak control is. It's hard to imagine how society would move on with the husks and the Reapers hanging around. (It's still my favourie ending though >>)
Garrus couldn't understand how Liara did it, being around that thing, letting it around the child. Then again it wasn't like she had a choice. What could one do against something like that?
It just showed up one day out of the blue, two years after the Reaper War ended. Stars, he wasn't even sure if the Reaper War really did end. He was unconscious when it happened, his body pinned under rocks and pieces of a Mako. The reports generated were simple. There was a brilliant light that flared from the citadel washing over everything, over the Reapers and the husks.
For a moment there was only silence as hope flared desperately, a hope that they were going to win, that their civilization will not end during their age. The husks backed away, the gigantic Reapers stopped firing, for the first time for what seemed to be a million years there was only the sounds of breathing. (Even less in other places where nothing survived).
Shepard did it. Shepard did it.
(They found her ashes at the control panel, there wasn't enough to fill a box. The heartbroken look on Liara's face--hope breeds the most painful suffering.)
"Uncle Garrus!" Tiny feet and hands climbed on his armor, a small blue face swinging into view. "Uncle Garrus!"
"Hey little one." With his free hand he grabbed her and plopped her onto his shoulder. "How are you?"
"I'm okay. I went to school today and had something called blueberry jam and peanut butter. Daddy made it for me!"
Poor innocent child.
"Did she?" Garrus murmured, casting an eye at the 'Daddy'. If it weren't for his constant vigilance he would have mistaken it for a piece of furniture. A piece of furniture that scared the Hanar witless.
"Yep. Cuz I was hungry and mommy was busy and I was really hungry and mommy told me not to touch the knives. And daddy was standing right there so I asked daddy and daddy looked at me for like five minutes." She lowered her voice. "Sometimes I think Daddy is slow."
Just when you think nothing can surprise him.
"Then Daddy made me a yummy sandwich and we did our homework together!"
"That's good."
"Uncle Garrus?"
"Yea?"
"...Is something wrong with Daddy? Is she sick?"
Was it sick? Could it ever get sick?
"I don't know. She--" He couldn't ever associate her with it. Or it with her. "Your dad is...is busy. Dealing with things. Why don't you ask Liara?"
"Okay!"
Off she scampered past the other adults, past the bubble that enclosed the IT, and into the other room.
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The comment about the ash very nearly had me bawling. Perfect touch.
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In other words, what do the Hanar see?
Also, we need a name for the kid. Help me anons!)
Today is her child's birthday. The house was full of festive people and a festive atmosphere, full of loving family members and friends. Nothing could happen that would ever dampen her high spirits.
(Except for the person standing stock still, posture straight, eyes unblinking-watching everything and everyone with empty eyes. And no this wasn't the Geth.)
All her old friends were here to celebrate her daughter's birthday. It was an especially joyous occasion as she had finally tracked down the last remaining relatives she had, those that survived the fall of Thessia.
Everywhere she looked she could see friendly faces. The mountain of presents for her daughter, one item looked suspiciously like a rifle, might be Williams or Wrex.
(Or her father)
"Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Mom. Mom. Mother. Mom. Mum. Mum." The incessant cries of her child, she didn't notice her until she started chirping. "Muuuum."
With a quickness born from battle, Liara swooped and nabbed the little bluejay (Shepard told her a bluejay was an Earth bird and it was blue. Hence the name.)
"Mom?" Eyes hauntingly familiar looked at her framed by a round blue face.
"Yes dear?"
"Is Daddy okay?" Her tiny face was scrunched up in concern.
(Is Daddy okay? No dear. No. No. No it will never be okay. She was dead. Dead. Dead and there was nothing she could do. Nothing left to bring back.)
"Yes, of course." Liara held her darling baby in her arms, against her chest tightly. Even from here she could see it still standing there. (She made sure she was in the right location, always watching, it wasn't fear. Just wariness. Rightful paranoia).
"Uncle Javik says..." Her little wing's face scrunched up even more in an attempt to mimic Javik's way of speaking. "She's an ab--ab-abom-dominalation."
Oh, Javik. Ever since the War ended, he had lingered behind to watch over her when she was pregnant. When questioned he said it was his duty to the woman who had made it all possible.
It took him all of two seconds to shoot the Shepard when it arrived at her doorstep while she remained motionless.
He knew what it was and cautioned her from letting it remain here. A good throw out of an airlock, that was his suggestion. Better yet an incinerator.
But she couldn't do it.
"Your father is...." Was. Her father was. Her lover was.
Was. Had been. Will never be.
"Your father loves you. Will always love you." She clung to her little wing just a bit tighter.
"O..Okay?" The child became a squirming child as she protested the hold. "Mommy, why don't you ever hug daddy?"
Liara felt her heart skip a beat. Then two. Oh my little wing. (In some ways she had become her own mother, distancing herself from the father of her child but for good reason.)
The back of her throat became dry, acidic in taste.
She could remember Javik's four eyed glare and his words. ( "If you cannot even hold it, why let it stay here? It is not Shepard. That woman is dead." )
Part of it has been her inability to let go.
Part of it was hope.
Part denial.
Grief.
"Hey blue!" It was Jack, here to rescue, for once. "Come'er!"
Shamefully grateful for the reprieve, she lowered her daughter onto the floor. "Go and play."
"But Mom!"
Liara had left by then, wading into the sea of people leaving behind a confused and anxious child who shared similar traits to her mother and father.
Lack of common sense.
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But anyway, awesome story. Like the bluejay nickname. Also, would totally be up for some moderately disturbing attraction to the Shepard-bot. Makes sense that of course Liara would still find Shepard attractive, especially seeing some form of her every day. And Shepard, with that programming, might try to hop into bed with her and do what Shepard would do. Can Liara form a meld with this thing, even?
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Would they scream like Reapers? Could they talk to Geth like David Archer? It's frightening and fascinating all at the same time.
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Oh God. Oh God. Why? You guys...you just want more disturbing stuff. Fffff
You know given the Reaper's technology they could have done their own Lazarus project, just instead of putting Shepard back in Shepard they put in the Shepard in Shepard. Like a terminator.
...Which brings to thought of the Shepard making itself a Shepard body so it could continue it's duties in giving Liara orgasms. Or just..general body horror of a body made entirely of living tentacles. *___*
WHY KINK MEME WHY!
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...The..fffff
I can't even man. I cannot even.
I could see that Reaper Shepard gets a body made specifically for the lovings and Liara getting creeped out. Can you see your lover putting on a new body so that it would please you?
Maybe she...not exactly falls in love with Reaper Shepard as much as it's...Lima and Stockholm syndrome wrapped together with a healthy dose of grief and distress.
How much of Shepard should be left? I already hinted that there is something there, her spirit...or perhaps it is a new entity created by Shepard. It's still eldrich abomination all the way--
It could end up good. Or it could end up with someone being lite on fire.
Hrm, two bodies? One is the..Shepard Penishands...lol. And then clone Shepard. Person. Reaper Shepard might be apprehensive about that, the body has no natural defense. Might get ended.
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(More who were turned into husks, made into Reaper goo)
What kind of surrender leads to the enemy still lingering? Fully armed? Watching like parents over children. Some people tried to attack, wanting revenge. They were rebuffed, ignored even.
The Reapers just stopped attacking, stopped fighting and simply waited. And helped.
There wasn't anyone to talk to, there was no representative. The silent neighbors armed with laser beams did not act. There was still fear that the Reapers would start killing again, fear that this was all a massive trick that nothing had changed.
There were those who started to worship the Reapers as their gods, hoping they would be spared. Those who fought even now. Those who view the mechanical machines with indifference.
There was no real way the Council races could ever accept the Reapers or their lack of a surrender. The constant presence of husks roaming the countryside didn't help either. Attempts were made to cage them, to study them, to see if there was anything left-anything.
(The black faded from the banshee's eyes briefly, a horrified blue pupil shoned- all went back to black.)
Some where killed, the soldiers waiting with baited breath for appraisal. There were none. Others tried to find loved ones. These shambling 'zombies' were a reminder of the looming monsters.
(As if they needed more- as if the scars and blackened area of the planet were not reminder enough. The dead placed in mass graves.)
This was worse than all the husks dying, than the husks suddenly vanishing. The Reapers gave them a choice.
Kill them or spare them.
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How could anyone just stand there without moving? She tried to do that. It was really hard though! It made her feet hurt and her toes tingle. But she wanted to be like Daddy so she tried and tried.
But then she got tired too!
Daddy was so hard to be like.
Sometimes Daddy showed her how to use a gun. Coolest day ever.
But sometimes Daddy didn't do anything and wasn't fun at all. (A child doesn't always notice that things are different. Dad was just dad and mom was just mom.)
"Daddy!Dad!Dad!" Hannah tugged on her father's pant leg. "You're gonna miss the party."
Brilliant blue eyes quite unlike hers stared down unblinkingly. Hannah just tugged more resolutely. "Daaaaad~"
Daddy wasn't like any of the other adults, she's so much cooler and scares everyone else! Even if Daddy is a bit slow. She loved Daddy anyways.
"Piggy back ride." She raised her hands up.
Tapped her little feet expectantly.
In the distance Liara watched hands clenched together.
Cool hands grabbed the expectant little bluejay plopping her on her shoulders. Hannah held on tightly to Daddy's head, hugging her Daddy with all the strength her tiny body could muster.
"Mush!"
As they moved towards the main party, the party goers parted like a wave before them.
"I love you Daddy." She would always say this to her silent Daddy.
"Love you too my little bluejay."
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Also I start to think Control ending can be truly creepy.
F5!
-anon with dried eyes
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a horrified blue pupil shoned-
Kill them or spare them.
D: OMG a!a whhhyyy???
And moar please?
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And appropriate. Thank you for showing the awfulness. This is how my feelings towards Control is.
Then again, I have feelings similar to Synthesis and Destroy, so...but yes, thank you.
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