Re: FemShep/Mordin - Fragile 6/?
anonymous
December 20 2012, 13:23:16 UTC
Mordin reluctantly released Shepard, the closeness of another body as an expression of simple celebration was strangely enjoyable. Further study would not be remiss, he decided. He dropped beside the pilot, the man’s raspy breaths indicating he still clung to life. A gentle brush brought his attention back to Shepard when she joined him beside their pilot.
“How should we move him?”
“Will check the other ship, perhaps they have something suitable. Otherwise we will just have to be as careful as we can.”
They didn’t have long to wait before the tell-tale noise of a ship closing in on their location boomed through the night. Together, they opened the shuttle door and witnessed the arrival of a battered shuttle. It dropped gently down near the entrance of the gulley where their shuttle had crashed. Even though they knew this was most likely Legion, they both waited with their pistols drawn for the pilot to reveal themselves.
The hatch opened and the outline of a geth platform stood in the light from the ship.
“Shepard-Commander, Solus-Professor, we have acquired this ship. Do you require assistance moving to this vehicle?”
“No, I’m good but is there anything we can use to move the pilot over there?”
“Affirmative.”
Legion turned and in a few minutes returned with one of those self propelled gurneys like you found in the expensive hospitals. The main difference was that the straps on this one were lockable.
Shepard swore under her breath, “Glad to see they didn’t skimp on my comfort.”
“Useful regardless of what state you were brought in. At least we will get some good out of it.”
Together they maneuvered the fallen man onto the gurney and without a backward glance left the hulking remains of their own ship.
Mordin locked the gurney into place in preparation for take off. A few packets of medi-gel he found tucked away were the only medical supplies these people had on board. Poking through a few more containers turned up a few ration bars which he ignored. These people were as badly prepared as their shuttle had been. One last check on his patient and he moved up to join the others in the cockpit.
Legion sat in the pilot’s seat while Shepard had taken over the co-pilot’s chair. The geth pivoted to face him.
“Patient is locked in.”
“Get us out of here then Legion,” Shepard said, her fingers flying over the console.
“Acknowledged Shepard-Commander.”
Mordin gripped the back of Shepard’s chair as the vessel lifted off. Over Shepard’s shoulder he watched as she dug deeper into the on-board computer. Finally she stopped scrolling and read what was before her. Mordin leaned further over her so he could see what had her attention.
“Well, you stupid bastard. I wonder if Liara has come any closer to identifying you because you and I need to have a little ‘chat’.”
“Unaware that Shadow Broker had a personal interest in you Shepard.”
“Yeah, well according to Liara he was attempting to sell my dead body to the Collectors. I take it rather personal now that Cerberus went to all that effort to bring me back just for him to give me to them dead or alive.”
“Yes, having him oppose us is an unnecessary distraction. Must deal with this threat before we can stop the Collectors.”
“Agreed Mordin. Just need to figure out where he is and end his threat.”
The familiar shape of the Normandy drew closer to them as their ship ascended into the heavens. The shuttle bay door lowered as they drew closer to the larger ship. Legion expertly guided the vessel into the bay until it came to rest on the floor of the Normandy. Her crew sprang into action securing it. Dr. Chakwas and most of her team hovered nearby waiting for the shuttle door to open.
Re: FemShep/Mordin - Fragile 6.5/?
anonymous
December 20 2012, 13:26:33 UTC
Mordin hurried to the gurney and unlocked it from it’s slot even as Legion unlatched the door. Dr. Chakwas hovered near the end of the ramp waiting for her patient. Mordin didn’t pause and continued on towards the elevator with the gurney, talking rapid-fire to Chakwas as they went. He threw a look back at Shepard, a warning it looked like.
“Shepard, will notify you when we are ready for you. Do not eat anything.”
“Got it Mordin. Vakarian, Lawson, walk with me.”
The rest of her team made themselves scarce while they waited for the return of the elevator to their floor. The door opened and Jane entered, Miranda and Garrus taking up spots on either side of her. As soon as the door shut, Jane turned to Miranda.
“Operative Lawson, what was the status on the upkeep of the shuttle we took on my last mission.”
Miranda tapped away on her omni-tool until she brought up a report. Another tap and a copy was sent to Shepard. Garrus’s gaze flickered from one to the other, something was up and he waited patiently for whatever role Shepard needed him to play.
A brief glance at the report was all she needed to see before her gaze returned once more to Miranda.
“Well apparently I own part of what happened. I should have checked to see what Cerberus standards were. Garrus, what did we typically carry on the Mako for combat drops?”
Nary a twitch revealed his curiosity over what had happened planet-side before he replied, “Well let’s see, we carried a full suite of what you fondly called ‘barf bags’. Blankets, high end rations for several different species and enough for at least two biotics on board. Water, a few spare packs of medi-gel, pain relievers for both chiralities, oh and omni-gel for when you couldn’t shoot a lock open. And of course, spare clips for several different weapons. I think that covers it.”
“Right, from now on we operate by Shepard standards. As soon as Dr. Solus is available get a list of everything he thinks is necessary to carry on our shuttles. Also I want the harness checked on every seat, they should be uniform and all meet the same standard. The pilot, I don’t even know his name, took more damage because his harness was inadequate.”
“His name is Martinez,” Miranda added.
“Right, well the only reason I’m not in the same shape as him is because of all the fancy upgrades Cerberus gave me.”
“Wait you were in the cockpit when the shuttle went down? What were you doing there?”
“I went up there Miss Lawson to find out what in hell was going on. Turns out they hit us with an EM pulse before they decided to fire missiles at us. So yeah, Mordin and Legion nearly had two humans to try and save while dealing with the mercs.”
“Commander, I’m sure I can make up a list of emergency supplies. Dr. Solus has enough to deal with.”
Shepard shook her head, “I’m sure you can but I want his input. Oh, and give Dr. Solus whatever he orders. Tell your boss if he wants his shuttle he’ll have to go down there and get it. For now we will use the one that, uh, Legion appropriated for us.”
“Understood Commander,” Miranda replied tersely.
The elevator door opened and Miranda fled to her office.
Jane grinned at Garrus. “Barf bags really? I’m impressed you remembered those.”
Garrus laughed, “Hard to forget when Joker got us a set of color-coded ones for your whole squad. I remember mine was the same blue as my colony marks. He always was so thoughtful.”
“Do me a favor Garrus?”
“Of course Shepard.”
“Ask Gardner to have something ready for Mordin and me to eat in a few hours.”
“Right.” Garrus crossed his arms and pulled himself up to his full height. “Spill it, how bad was it down there?”
“Bad enough.”
“Why in hell are you next for the med-bay?”
“My implant took a beating and is malfunctioning, so they have to replace it. Otherwise I’m fine, honest.”
Shaking his head he exited the elevator. Jane pressed the button for her floor, she could at least get cleaned up while she waited for her turn in the med-bay.
Re: FemShep/Mordin - Fragile 6.5/?
anonymous
December 20 2012, 14:08:07 UTC
OP here: Loved the updates! Legion was awesome and I liked the hint about the gurney having been prepared for Shepard after they'd capture her - that was interesting and sort of creepy to think that that's what was going to happen to her.
Re: FemShep/Mordin - Fragile 6.5/?
anonymous
December 20 2012, 14:12:18 UTC
A!A - Glad you liked it! Well it makes sense, dead or alive they would need to transport her. And yeah, barf bags was a running joke my husband and I had when we played ME1, pretty much we thought our squad would be yarking all over the Mako at our lack of driving skills. hehe
Re: FemShep/Mordin - Fragile 7/?
anonymous
December 23 2012, 15:38:51 UTC
A towel was wrapped around her head as she exited her bathroom. The glow of the aquarium provided the only light in her quarters. The gentle movements of the fish gave her a reason to pause and watch them. As always her thoughts turned to ‘what in hell was Cerberus thinking when they put that in’; probably something along the lines of look how amazing we are.
The pounding in her head throbbed in time with the growling of her stomach making it hard for her to concentrate on anything. They couldn’t call for her fast enough as far as she was concerned. Her shirt was in the midst of being pulled down when EDI spoke to her.
“Commander, Dr. Solus has asked me to inform you that they are ready for you now and would you please head to the med-bay at once.”
“Thanks EDI, let them know I’ll be there shortly.”
“Of course Commander.”
A few minutes later she poked her head into the med-bay. Mordin waved her over to one of the unoccupied beds. On a nearby table various medical equipment gleamed under the lights of the room. Dr. Chakwas sat at her desk examining several datapads. Machines beeped all around the only other occupant, Martinez.
“Lie down and I’ll administer the local and get to work. Should have you all set soon enough.”
“Thanks Mordin. How is Martinez?”
Dr. Chakwas answered, “Well enough. It will be a good while before he is fit for duty but he should make a full recovery eventually.”
“That’s a relief. EDI?”
“Yes, Commander?”
“Tell Joker to set course for Illium. I need to see Liara.”
“Of course Commander.”
The pressure of Mordin’s fingers on the the back of her skull increased momentarily and Jane closed her eyes, hating the feel of someone messing with her biotic implant.
“Are you in pain Shepard?” Mordin asked, concern laced through his tone.
“No, just it feels weird to have someone messing with something implanted in your head, you know?”
“Understand. Almost done.”
“Great. Gardner should have something for both of us to eat when you are done. Also, Lawson will be asking you for a list of supplies our shuttles should be carrying.”
“Excellent. Already prepared a list, hoped you would ask.”
One last gentle nudge and Mordin straightened up.
“There. All set Shepard. Wait at least twenty-four hours before using your biotics. Come see either of us if headache gets worse or any vision issues.”
“Understood.”
Jane swung her legs off the bed before hopping down. She had almost made it out the door when EDI addressed her.
“Commander, the Illusive Man wishes to speak with you immediately in the conference room. He asked me to relay he has new information on the Shadow Broker.”
Jane sighed, “Got it EDI.”
Her head dropped a little as the scent of food hit her while crossing the mess heading to the elevator. The sooner she talked to him the sooner she could eat. As Mordin watched her go an idea began to form.
Mordin approached their cook, Gardner, and took the plate the man offered him. But rather than sit down to eat his food he put his serving on one of the trays.
“The Commander has been called into a meeting. Need your assistance in order to put together a tray so I can make sure she eats properly.”
“Of course,” Gardner exclaimed even as he quickly piled a plate full of some orange noodles. “It’s good that her team is keeping an eye on her. That turian told me to make her favorite. Sorry I didn’t know yours.”
“Not a problem. Salarian dishes are often difficult to make.”
Mordin eyed the tray the human heaped full of dishes for Shepard. His own was more modest but even so carrying them both was going to be challenging. Gardner must have come to the same conclusion.
“Uh, are you going to be able to carry them both?”
“If you get the elevator door for me, I should be fine.”
“If you say so.”
Carefully balancing the two trays, Mordin picked his way to the elevator. Gardner playing the role of bouncer happily, directing the crew to go around the salarian and not through him. Gardner slapped the call button and made sure Mordin got the elevator to himself before pushing the button for the CIC deck.
Re: FemShep/Mordin - Fragile 7.5/?
anonymous
December 23 2012, 15:43:14 UTC
After the door closed, Mordin glanced over at where EDI’s avatar was blinking.
“EDI, where is the Commander now?”
“She has just left the conference room.”
“Excellent.”
Sure enough, when the door opened on the main floor, he nearly collided with Shepard.
“Crap, sorry Mordin. I nearly ran you over.”
“Not to worry, I was uh, hoping to run into you. Just not so literally. Come with me Commander. I have your meal and I mean to make sure you get some peace while you eat it.”
Jane gave him a bemused smile and followed him towards his lab. The door whooshed open and Mordin sat the trays down on his desk. Jane watched as he cleared a chair off and brought it over for her. Mordin turned his attention to where EDI’s terminal was located.
“EDI, please block all access to my lab for an hour. Oh, and the Commander is not to be disturbed for that time period as well. Unless we come under attack of course.”
“Understood Professor Solus. Logging you out.”
“There, now we can eat in peace.”
Jane lifted the cover on her meal and nearly wept with joy. A plate overflowing with her favorite, macaroni and cheese, waited for her on the tray. Not caring about decorum she attacked her food with relish. Mordin smiled as he watched her, his own meal just a means to keep his body going. What he wouldn’t give for a real meal and then that sparked an idea.
“Shepard, how long will we be on Illium?” Mordin asked between mouthfuls.
Jane hurriedly swallowed before answering. “At least a day while we make sure our newly acquired shuttle is up to standards. Maybe longer, depending on what this new data does for Liara’s hunt.”
“There is a restaurant in Nos Astra, excellent for multiple species. One of the few that does salarian correctly. Perhaps you would like to have dinner with me there?” He blurted out.
Jane’s mouth dropped open, “Wait, are you asking me to dinner? Like a date?”
“Hmm, apparently not doing it correctly if you have to ask. Unsure what social cues I missed.”
“No, no you did it correctly. I was just, umm, surprised. I thought you weren’t interested.”
“Ah yes, miscalculation on my part from before. Incorrect data, incorrect conclusion. Wish to rectify.”
“What do you mean?”
“Assumed only interested in trying salarian. No appeal in that sort of relationship.”
“Ah, in that case, I would love to have dinner with you.”
“Excellent! Typical human dates involve dinner and a vid, perhaps afterwards we can find something suitable to watch. Hmm, will have to find something suitable...wonder what is popular now.”
“Relax Mordin, for humans it’s less about what you do together and more who you are with. And please, call me Jane. Nothing kills a mood like being called Commander,” Jane said laughing.
“I’d like that, Jane.”
Jane hoped the stupid grin on her face didn’t repulse him because no other expression was possible at this moment.
*Author's note - Happy holidays to everyone, wanted to get one last update before they hit. Enjoy and thank you for all the encouragement!*
Re: FemShep/Mordin - Fragile 7.5/?
anonymous
December 23 2012, 20:15:25 UTC
*Happy dance* I love that Mordin was all "Hmm, apparently not doing it correctly if you have to ask" when she asked him if he was serious. This is great, anon. :)
Re: FemShep/Mordin - Fragile 7.5/?
anonymous
December 23 2012, 22:31:26 UTC
A!A - Thank you! Glad you like how it is going, and I'm sure Mordin has some technical term for it, but yeah I think it was like a very casual date. :)
“How should we move him?”
“Will check the other ship, perhaps they have something suitable. Otherwise we will just have to be as careful as we can.”
They didn’t have long to wait before the tell-tale noise of a ship closing in on their location boomed through the night. Together, they opened the shuttle door and witnessed the arrival of a battered shuttle. It dropped gently down near the entrance of the gulley where their shuttle had crashed. Even though they knew this was most likely Legion, they both waited with their pistols drawn for the pilot to reveal themselves.
The hatch opened and the outline of a geth platform stood in the light from the ship.
“Shepard-Commander, Solus-Professor, we have acquired this ship. Do you require assistance moving to this vehicle?”
“No, I’m good but is there anything we can use to move the pilot over there?”
“Affirmative.”
Legion turned and in a few minutes returned with one of those self propelled gurneys like you found in the expensive hospitals. The main difference was that the straps on this one were lockable.
Shepard swore under her breath, “Glad to see they didn’t skimp on my comfort.”
“Useful regardless of what state you were brought in. At least we will get some good out of it.”
Together they maneuvered the fallen man onto the gurney and without a backward glance left the hulking remains of their own ship.
Mordin locked the gurney into place in preparation for take off. A few packets of medi-gel he found tucked away were the only medical supplies these people had on board. Poking through a few more containers turned up a few ration bars which he ignored. These people were as badly prepared as their shuttle had been. One last check on his patient and he moved up to join the others in the cockpit.
Legion sat in the pilot’s seat while Shepard had taken over the co-pilot’s chair. The geth pivoted to face him.
“Patient is locked in.”
“Get us out of here then Legion,” Shepard said, her fingers flying over the console.
“Acknowledged Shepard-Commander.”
Mordin gripped the back of Shepard’s chair as the vessel lifted off. Over Shepard’s shoulder he watched as she dug deeper into the on-board computer. Finally she stopped scrolling and read what was before her. Mordin leaned further over her so he could see what had her attention.
“Well, you stupid bastard. I wonder if Liara has come any closer to identifying you because you and I need to have a little ‘chat’.”
“Unaware that Shadow Broker had a personal interest in you Shepard.”
“Yeah, well according to Liara he was attempting to sell my dead body to the Collectors. I take it rather personal now that Cerberus went to all that effort to bring me back just for him to give me to them dead or alive.”
“Yes, having him oppose us is an unnecessary distraction. Must deal with this threat before we can stop the Collectors.”
“Agreed Mordin. Just need to figure out where he is and end his threat.”
The familiar shape of the Normandy drew closer to them as their ship ascended into the heavens. The shuttle bay door lowered as they drew closer to the larger ship. Legion expertly guided the vessel into the bay until it came to rest on the floor of the Normandy. Her crew sprang into action securing it. Dr. Chakwas and most of her team hovered nearby waiting for the shuttle door to open.
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“Shepard, will notify you when we are ready for you. Do not eat anything.”
“Got it Mordin. Vakarian, Lawson, walk with me.”
The rest of her team made themselves scarce while they waited for the return of the elevator to their floor. The door opened and Jane entered, Miranda and Garrus taking up spots on either side of her. As soon as the door shut, Jane turned to Miranda.
“Operative Lawson, what was the status on the upkeep of the shuttle we took on my last mission.”
Miranda tapped away on her omni-tool until she brought up a report. Another tap and a copy was sent to Shepard. Garrus’s gaze flickered from one to the other, something was up and he waited patiently for whatever role Shepard needed him to play.
A brief glance at the report was all she needed to see before her gaze returned once more to Miranda.
“Well apparently I own part of what happened. I should have checked to see what Cerberus standards were. Garrus, what did we typically carry on the Mako for combat drops?”
Nary a twitch revealed his curiosity over what had happened planet-side before he replied, “Well let’s see, we carried a full suite of what you fondly called ‘barf bags’. Blankets, high end rations for several different species and enough for at least two biotics on board. Water, a few spare packs of medi-gel, pain relievers for both chiralities, oh and omni-gel for when you couldn’t shoot a lock open. And of course, spare clips for several different weapons. I think that covers it.”
“Right, from now on we operate by Shepard standards. As soon as Dr. Solus is available get a list of everything he thinks is necessary to carry on our shuttles. Also I want the harness checked on every seat, they should be uniform and all meet the same standard. The pilot, I don’t even know his name, took more damage because his harness was inadequate.”
“His name is Martinez,” Miranda added.
“Right, well the only reason I’m not in the same shape as him is because of all the fancy upgrades Cerberus gave me.”
“Wait you were in the cockpit when the shuttle went down? What were you doing there?”
“I went up there Miss Lawson to find out what in hell was going on. Turns out they hit us with an EM pulse before they decided to fire missiles at us. So yeah, Mordin and Legion nearly had two humans to try and save while dealing with the mercs.”
“Commander, I’m sure I can make up a list of emergency supplies. Dr. Solus has enough to deal with.”
Shepard shook her head, “I’m sure you can but I want his input. Oh, and give Dr. Solus whatever he orders. Tell your boss if he wants his shuttle he’ll have to go down there and get it. For now we will use the one that, uh, Legion appropriated for us.”
“Understood Commander,” Miranda replied tersely.
The elevator door opened and Miranda fled to her office.
Jane grinned at Garrus. “Barf bags really? I’m impressed you remembered those.”
Garrus laughed, “Hard to forget when Joker got us a set of color-coded ones for your whole squad. I remember mine was the same blue as my colony marks. He always was so thoughtful.”
“Do me a favor Garrus?”
“Of course Shepard.”
“Ask Gardner to have something ready for Mordin and me to eat in a few hours.”
“Right.” Garrus crossed his arms and pulled himself up to his full height. “Spill it, how bad was it down there?”
“Bad enough.”
“Why in hell are you next for the med-bay?”
“My implant took a beating and is malfunctioning, so they have to replace it. Otherwise I’m fine, honest.”
Shaking his head he exited the elevator. Jane pressed the button for her floor, she could at least get cleaned up while she waited for her turn in the med-bay.
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And LOL @ the barf bags! :D
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The pounding in her head throbbed in time with the growling of her stomach making it hard for her to concentrate on anything. They couldn’t call for her fast enough as far as she was concerned. Her shirt was in the midst of being pulled down when EDI spoke to her.
“Commander, Dr. Solus has asked me to inform you that they are ready for you now and would you please head to the med-bay at once.”
“Thanks EDI, let them know I’ll be there shortly.”
“Of course Commander.”
A few minutes later she poked her head into the med-bay. Mordin waved her over to one of the unoccupied beds. On a nearby table various medical equipment gleamed under the lights of the room. Dr. Chakwas sat at her desk examining several datapads. Machines beeped all around the only other occupant, Martinez.
“Lie down and I’ll administer the local and get to work. Should have you all set soon enough.”
“Thanks Mordin. How is Martinez?”
Dr. Chakwas answered, “Well enough. It will be a good while before he is fit for duty but he should make a full recovery eventually.”
“That’s a relief. EDI?”
“Yes, Commander?”
“Tell Joker to set course for Illium. I need to see Liara.”
“Of course Commander.”
The pressure of Mordin’s fingers on the the back of her skull increased momentarily and Jane closed her eyes, hating the feel of someone messing with her biotic implant.
“Are you in pain Shepard?” Mordin asked, concern laced through his tone.
“No, just it feels weird to have someone messing with something implanted in your head, you know?”
“Understand. Almost done.”
“Great. Gardner should have something for both of us to eat when you are done. Also, Lawson will be asking you for a list of supplies our shuttles should be carrying.”
“Excellent. Already prepared a list, hoped you would ask.”
One last gentle nudge and Mordin straightened up.
“There. All set Shepard. Wait at least twenty-four hours before using your biotics. Come see either of us if headache gets worse or any vision issues.”
“Understood.”
Jane swung her legs off the bed before hopping down. She had almost made it out the door when EDI addressed her.
“Commander, the Illusive Man wishes to speak with you immediately in the conference room. He asked me to relay he has new information on the Shadow Broker.”
Jane sighed, “Got it EDI.”
Her head dropped a little as the scent of food hit her while crossing the mess heading to the elevator. The sooner she talked to him the sooner she could eat. As Mordin watched her go an idea began to form.
Mordin approached their cook, Gardner, and took the plate the man offered him. But rather than sit down to eat his food he put his serving on one of the trays.
“The Commander has been called into a meeting. Need your assistance in order to put together a tray so I can make sure she eats properly.”
“Of course,” Gardner exclaimed even as he quickly piled a plate full of some orange noodles. “It’s good that her team is keeping an eye on her. That turian told me to make her favorite. Sorry I didn’t know yours.”
“Not a problem. Salarian dishes are often difficult to make.”
Mordin eyed the tray the human heaped full of dishes for Shepard. His own was more modest but even so carrying them both was going to be challenging. Gardner must have come to the same conclusion.
“Uh, are you going to be able to carry them both?”
“If you get the elevator door for me, I should be fine.”
“If you say so.”
Carefully balancing the two trays, Mordin picked his way to the elevator. Gardner playing the role of bouncer happily, directing the crew to go around the salarian and not through him. Gardner slapped the call button and made sure Mordin got the elevator to himself before pushing the button for the CIC deck.
“Good luck sir.”
“Thank you.”
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“EDI, where is the Commander now?”
“She has just left the conference room.”
“Excellent.”
Sure enough, when the door opened on the main floor, he nearly collided with Shepard.
“Crap, sorry Mordin. I nearly ran you over.”
“Not to worry, I was uh, hoping to run into you. Just not so literally. Come with me Commander. I have your meal and I mean to make sure you get some peace while you eat it.”
Jane gave him a bemused smile and followed him towards his lab. The door whooshed open and Mordin sat the trays down on his desk. Jane watched as he cleared a chair off and brought it over for her. Mordin turned his attention to where EDI’s terminal was located.
“EDI, please block all access to my lab for an hour. Oh, and the Commander is not to be disturbed for that time period as well. Unless we come under attack of course.”
“Understood Professor Solus. Logging you out.”
“There, now we can eat in peace.”
Jane lifted the cover on her meal and nearly wept with joy. A plate overflowing with her favorite, macaroni and cheese, waited for her on the tray. Not caring about decorum she attacked her food with relish. Mordin smiled as he watched her, his own meal just a means to keep his body going. What he wouldn’t give for a real meal and then that sparked an idea.
“Shepard, how long will we be on Illium?” Mordin asked between mouthfuls.
Jane hurriedly swallowed before answering. “At least a day while we make sure our newly acquired shuttle is up to standards. Maybe longer, depending on what this new data does for Liara’s hunt.”
“There is a restaurant in Nos Astra, excellent for multiple species. One of the few that does salarian correctly. Perhaps you would like to have dinner with me there?” He blurted out.
Jane’s mouth dropped open, “Wait, are you asking me to dinner? Like a date?”
“Hmm, apparently not doing it correctly if you have to ask. Unsure what social cues I missed.”
“No, no you did it correctly. I was just, umm, surprised. I thought you weren’t interested.”
“Ah yes, miscalculation on my part from before. Incorrect data, incorrect conclusion. Wish to rectify.”
“What do you mean?”
“Assumed only interested in trying salarian. No appeal in that sort of relationship.”
“Ah, in that case, I would love to have dinner with you.”
“Excellent! Typical human dates involve dinner and a vid, perhaps afterwards we can find something suitable to watch. Hmm, will have to find something suitable...wonder what is popular now.”
“Relax Mordin, for humans it’s less about what you do together and more who you are with. And please, call me Jane. Nothing kills a mood like being called Commander,” Jane said laughing.
“I’d like that, Jane.”
Jane hoped the stupid grin on her face didn’t repulse him because no other expression was possible at this moment.
*Author's note - Happy holidays to everyone, wanted to get one last update before they hit. Enjoy and thank you for all the encouragement!*
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Happy Holidays to you, too! :)
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