Clandestine 3/?
anonymous
November 13 2012, 13:47:45 UTC
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When her men were finally taken care of then she allowed herself to slide to the ground, resting against rubble. She could see higher ranking officials being directed her way. She was not looking forward to speaking to them even though she knew she had to.
“Alright then, I took care of all your men. Now will you let me examine you?”
Shepard opened her eyes to a set of brown eyes directly in front of her. The doctor again. He was handsome, tanned skin, sharp and strong facial features, short brown hair. Average looking she guessed. It was his shoulders Shepard noticed second. Wide and strong looking under the tight medical uniform. Third was his lips. His moving lips.
“What?” She was too tired to care if she was caught checking out his full lips.
“I said, are you experiencing any pain?”
Shepard snorted, still unmoving. “Dude, I just led a resistance for twenty-three hours against slavers and mercs. Everything hurts, even my hair.” He has a nice laugh.
“Give me a rundown.”
Shepard watched as he kneeled on the dirty, muddy ground next to her. He didn't seem to mind getting dirty. Too many men these days were prissy over a little dirt. “My feet hurt from not sitting down the entire time. My calves hurt from squatting, my legs hurt from running, my arms hurt from combat and carrying children.” She yawned before continuing. “My chest hurts from crappy guns I had to use when my gun decided it's expiration date was today. My fingers hurt from punching dumbasses.” She chucked at the memory of the look on the batarians face when she punched him. “My implant was over-worked, my head hurts from lack of food and overuse of biotics.”
She could hear him typing away on his omnitool, taking notes for whoever would be her physician once she was allowed to leave here. Then she felt a prick on her neck, too tired to even flinch from the pain.
“That hurt, dickwad.”
“Such ugly words from such beautiful lips.”
She snorted. “I'm a biotic...I can eat a buffet and still want more food.”
“It's a date then. I'll make sure the buffet is edible.”
That startled a laugh from her. She opened her eyes again before exchanging comm codes with the handsome doctor. “Hey, what's your name doc?”
“Wyatt.”
“Like the cowboy?”
He chuckled, “Yeah.”
“Your last name?”
“Well, now that is first date material. Besides, I don't want you running away too soon.” Shepard smiled as he put away his tools. “Brass wants you now. I'll have someone bring some real food over so you can eat. If they say anything just tell them it's doctors orders.”
“Thanks, Wyatt. And thanks for taking care of my men.”
“Your welcome, Shepard.”
- - - -
Shepard groaned as the armor fell to the floor. It felt so good to feel the warm air caress her skin. The men and women next to her must be feeling the same thing if their groans were anything to go by.
She had been given leave to clean up before she reported to her superiors. Everyone involved in the fighting was having to give reports. Brass wanted to know every detail possible. Some had died defending the city, many inured. There weren't many that were going to be giving their reports in an interrogation room. Most would would be wheeled to a hospital room.
A sigh escaped her lips as hold water poured over her skin. She could feel a few stings where she had been grazed by bullets or shrapnel. A small price to pay. Her muscles ached horribly though. She would likely need a few days of massages just to help keep them loose. Stretching could only do so much after an event like this.
She toweled off quickly and dressed in the Alliance PT clothing she was given. She had yet to know if the barracks made it through untouched. Military issue panties. Joy.
Re: Clandestine 3/?
anonymous
November 13 2012, 20:31:02 UTC
A!A: :Thank you! That is exactly what I was trying to go for. I figured being a doctor would make him understand how quickly things can change, and of course the fast pace of a doctors work life.
I didn't clarify, but Wyatt is 5-6 years older than Shepard. I guess in the time of the Blitz he would have been 27-28 years of age. An Alliance field medic turned doctor. He would have had to work pretty hard to get the doctor status by 27 or 28 I would think. (I think very little about that stuff)
When her men were finally taken care of then she allowed herself to slide to the ground, resting against rubble. She could see higher ranking officials being directed her way. She was not looking forward to speaking to them even though she knew she had to.
“Alright then, I took care of all your men. Now will you let me examine you?”
Shepard opened her eyes to a set of brown eyes directly in front of her. The doctor again. He was handsome, tanned skin, sharp and strong facial features, short brown hair. Average looking she guessed. It was his shoulders Shepard noticed second. Wide and strong looking under the tight medical uniform. Third was his lips. His moving lips.
“What?” She was too tired to care if she was caught checking out his full lips.
“I said, are you experiencing any pain?”
Shepard snorted, still unmoving. “Dude, I just led a resistance for twenty-three hours against slavers and mercs. Everything hurts, even my hair.” He has a nice laugh.
“Give me a rundown.”
Shepard watched as he kneeled on the dirty, muddy ground next to her. He didn't seem to mind getting dirty. Too many men these days were prissy over a little dirt. “My feet hurt from not sitting down the entire time. My calves hurt from squatting, my legs hurt from running, my arms hurt from combat and carrying children.” She yawned before continuing. “My chest hurts from crappy guns I had to use when my gun decided it's expiration date was today. My fingers hurt from punching dumbasses.” She chucked at the memory of the look on the batarians face when she punched him. “My implant was over-worked, my head hurts from lack of food and overuse of biotics.”
She could hear him typing away on his omnitool, taking notes for whoever would be her physician once she was allowed to leave here. Then she felt a prick on her neck, too tired to even flinch from the pain.
“That hurt, dickwad.”
“Such ugly words from such beautiful lips.”
She snorted. “I'm a biotic...I can eat a buffet and still want more food.”
“It's a date then. I'll make sure the buffet is edible.”
That startled a laugh from her. She opened her eyes again before exchanging comm codes with the handsome doctor. “Hey, what's your name doc?”
“Wyatt.”
“Like the cowboy?”
He chuckled, “Yeah.”
“Your last name?”
“Well, now that is first date material. Besides, I don't want you running away too soon.” Shepard smiled as he put away his tools. “Brass wants you now. I'll have someone bring some real food over so you can eat. If they say anything just tell them it's doctors orders.”
“Thanks, Wyatt. And thanks for taking care of my men.”
“Your welcome, Shepard.”
- - - -
Shepard groaned as the armor fell to the floor. It felt so good to feel the warm air caress her skin. The men and women next to her must be feeling the same thing if their groans were anything to go by.
She had been given leave to clean up before she reported to her superiors. Everyone involved in the fighting was having to give reports. Brass wanted to know every detail possible. Some had died defending the city, many inured. There weren't many that were going to be giving their reports in an interrogation room. Most would would be wheeled to a hospital room.
A sigh escaped her lips as hold water poured over her skin. She could feel a few stings where she had been grazed by bullets or shrapnel. A small price to pay. Her muscles ached horribly though. She would likely need a few days of massages just to help keep them loose. Stretching could only do so much after an event like this.
She toweled off quickly and dressed in the Alliance PT clothing she was given. She had yet to know if the barracks made it through untouched. Military issue panties. Joy.
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I didn't clarify, but Wyatt is 5-6 years older than Shepard. I guess in the time of the Blitz he would have been 27-28 years of age. An Alliance field medic turned doctor. He would have had to work pretty hard to get the doctor status by 27 or 28 I would think. (I think very little about that stuff)
Aaand I'm rambling. Thanks for reading!
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