Feral Fill Part 1
anonymous
January 13 2013, 20:53:04 UTC
If he had been paying attention this never would have happened; if he had been focusing on his marks instead of remembering the spark in Shepard’s eyes yesterday as she suggested that they test his reach and her flexibility then they might even now be back aboard the Normandy, celebrating another victory.
Instead they were pinned down on some rocky, too hot, no-name planet in the traverse beset by a veritable horde of Blue Suns bent on protecting their cargo, and they were running out of ammo faster than they were foes.
Garrus propped his rifle carefully in a cranny between two rocks, much as he hated to admit it he was growing weary and it was becoming more and more of an effort to hold the weapon steady. He glanced over to Shepard, sheltering in the shade of an outcropping to his left; with a myriad of cuts and scrapes dotting her face from the jagged debris that blew in on the harsh wind, she wasn’t in much better shape than he.
Several times now they had tried calling in to the Normandy to request pick up but the heavy cloud cover seemed to be blocking their signal and the surface of the planet combined with its temperamental weather would have made landing a tricky proposition; there was no other choice then than to deal with these bastards and rendezvous with the ship at the agreed upon hour.
Garrus started as he caught movement from the corner of his eye but relaxed when he saw that it was only Shepard coming to crouch at his side.
She had to shout to be heard over the vicious wind, and even then it was sheer luck that he understood. “I’m out of ammo, how are you holding up?”
“Four rounds to go; I think our best chance is to make a run for it, Shepard. We need a better position!”
Shepard nodded firmly, “If we can make it to the top of the rise there should be some cover on the other side, we’ll pick them off with the damn rocks if we have to!”
“I’ll cover you.”
Shepard looked from him to his gun and out to their oncoming enemies. “There’s no end to them; I want you right behind me, understood?”
Garrus allowed himself to be distracted just once more; if this went south he might not have another chance, and even now covered in the dirt and the grit she was beautiful. Her fringe was wildly disarrayed with the force of the wind and he could see the shimmer of miniscule bits of debris caught in it; it made him want to run his talons through it and pick it clean, he knew how obsessive she could be about neatness. He felt a faint stirring of regret that he hadn’t taken her up on that offer then and there, but he had been caught off guard by the suggestion.
It wasn’t so much the suggestion itself, as he had said, fraternization was common practice aboard a turian vessel; it was just that this was Commander Jane Shepherd, spectre, hero of a thousand battles, savior of mankind- she could have had anyone she wanted with the crook of her little finger, so why choose a scarred and battered turian instead of some other lover? A human, perhaps? He regretted the impulse that had made him question her, this would be so much more bearable if they had had even one night together before this disaster.
“Garrus, I said do you understand?”
“Yes, Shepard.” His distraction was what had landed them in this mess in the first place, he mustn’t surrender to it again.
Instead they were pinned down on some rocky, too hot, no-name planet in the traverse beset by a veritable horde of Blue Suns bent on protecting their cargo, and they were running out of ammo faster than they were foes.
Garrus propped his rifle carefully in a cranny between two rocks, much as he hated to admit it he was growing weary and it was becoming more and more of an effort to hold the weapon steady. He glanced over to Shepard, sheltering in the shade of an outcropping to his left; with a myriad of cuts and scrapes dotting her face from the jagged debris that blew in on the harsh wind, she wasn’t in much better shape than he.
Several times now they had tried calling in to the Normandy to request pick up but the heavy cloud cover seemed to be blocking their signal and the surface of the planet combined with its temperamental weather would have made landing a tricky proposition; there was no other choice then than to deal with these bastards and rendezvous with the ship at the agreed upon hour.
Garrus started as he caught movement from the corner of his eye but relaxed when he saw that it was only Shepard coming to crouch at his side.
She had to shout to be heard over the vicious wind, and even then it was sheer luck that he understood. “I’m out of ammo, how are you holding up?”
“Four rounds to go; I think our best chance is to make a run for it, Shepard. We need a better position!”
Shepard nodded firmly, “If we can make it to the top of the rise there should be some cover on the other side, we’ll pick them off with the damn rocks if we have to!”
“I’ll cover you.”
Shepard looked from him to his gun and out to their oncoming enemies. “There’s no end to them; I want you right behind me, understood?”
Garrus allowed himself to be distracted just once more; if this went south he might not have another chance, and even now covered in the dirt and the grit she was beautiful. Her fringe was wildly disarrayed with the force of the wind and he could see the shimmer of miniscule bits of debris caught in it; it made him want to run his talons through it and pick it clean, he knew how obsessive she could be about neatness. He felt a faint stirring of regret that he hadn’t taken her up on that offer then and there, but he had been caught off guard by the suggestion.
It wasn’t so much the suggestion itself, as he had said, fraternization was common practice aboard a turian vessel; it was just that this was Commander Jane Shepherd, spectre, hero of a thousand battles, savior of mankind- she could have had anyone she wanted with the crook of her little finger, so why choose a scarred and battered turian instead of some other lover? A human, perhaps? He regretted the impulse that had made him question her, this would be so much more bearable if they had had even one night together before this disaster.
“Garrus, I said do you understand?”
“Yes, Shepard.” His distraction was what had landed them in this mess in the first place, he mustn’t surrender to it again.
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