Re: For Science! 3/3
anonymous
February 23 2013, 01:14:17 UTC
Jacob, who had let go of Miranda during Shepard’s little speech, seemed to look relieved, but Miranda looked livid.
“That’s absurd, Shepard!” Miranda balked. “I’m XO of this ship and you can’t possible block my access of it.” She glared and Shepard found herself wondering how long she had been down there, and if it was still time to quickly wrap things up.
“I can and I did,” Shepard said simply, not bothering to glare back. “Garrus, Jacob, you both may leave or stay and play babysitter with me. Jack, Miri, get to work.”
Miranda’s face deepened to a dark red and Shepard was sure the only reason Jack wasn’t causing a fit was from how much she was clearly enjoying Miranda’s reaction.
It took a bit more prompting, but soon both biotics were cleaning at opposite ends of the room. If they had worked together then they would have been done in an hour, but seeing how they stopped and glared when they ventured to close to each other, they took over two.
Jacob and chosen to leave at the start, after seeing Miranda wasn’t about to lose her temper again, and Shepard was a little surprised when Garrus had sat himself down on the seat next to her. As she was still sitting on the table top, that gave her a rare moment to tower over her alien friend.
At first they just sat there, watching the women work, until Shepard’s mind began to wander. Thinking of different test to run with the Collector flesh and if they could somehow use what knowledge they gained to their advantage in their fight against them.
Lost in thought, she was a little surprised to see she was fingering Garrus’ fringe. He didn’t seemed to mind, as he was looking at what looked like cannon specs on his omni-tool, so she didn’t bother stopping.
She never noticed that his fringe was darker at the ends, near black were the rest of him was so pale. They were pointed at the ends, but rounded enough were it didn’t hurt when she pressed the pads of her fingers to them.
His plates were smooth to the touch and Shepard didn’t think twice when she leaned her weight down on him; lacing her arms around his neck and resting her chin on his head. He gave a gentle laugh and reached up and squeezed her hand before going back to his omni-tool.
Miranda and Jack gave her odd looks, and even once Jack tried to give her a playful glare, but for some reason Shepard just didn’t have it in her today.
She was tired.
She wanted to say it was at her disappointment at being interrupted every time she so much as walked into the lab. And that every time she tried to sit down and read the latest news from the universe-something about an entire civilization that had uploaded their minds into a virtual reality and were now being set free, with the help of live volunteers willing to switch places with them-she had a stack of reports to do.
Shepard had thought, long ago, that she would spend her life in a lab, working on cures and medicines, but it turned out she was far better at taking a life than saving it.
You’re more useful on the field, they all said as she could make any gun she touched dance. She was the fastest and strongest and most tactically thinking of her peers, but she wasn’t the best when it came to what she loved. She was just never the smartest there.
So she resigned herself to her fate, surprising even herself as she excelled in it. She was a leader by nature and it was easy to say reassuring words to the masses, as she was always telling them to herself.
Yet, she was still a scientist at heart, and her armor would never fit as well a lab coat and goggles.
Would just never feel right against her skin.
And that was something she would always just grin and bare; just… just not today.
Re: For Science! 3/3
anonymous
February 23 2013, 10:31:18 UTC
A very good story. Shepard's situation reminds me of my own - I chose to do what I was the best at not what I enjoyed the most and I'm often wondering if I'd be happier and successful if I had chosen differently. The other thing is still my hobby, but just like Shepard in this story, I never have as much time for it as I'd like. Anyway, it's always nice to find a story I can relate to, especially if it's written so well.
Re: For Science! 3/3 A!A
anonymous
February 24 2013, 23:26:38 UTC
Yeah, I'm kinda in the same boat. It's a lucky few that gets to do what they truly love. Haha, now I'm depressed. Thanks for the comment, it's nice to know my writings getting better :)
“That’s absurd, Shepard!” Miranda balked. “I’m XO of this ship and you can’t possible block my access of it.” She glared and Shepard found herself wondering how long she had been down there, and if it was still time to quickly wrap things up.
“I can and I did,” Shepard said simply, not bothering to glare back. “Garrus, Jacob, you both may leave or stay and play babysitter with me. Jack, Miri, get to work.”
Miranda’s face deepened to a dark red and Shepard was sure the only reason Jack wasn’t causing a fit was from how much she was clearly enjoying Miranda’s reaction.
It took a bit more prompting, but soon both biotics were cleaning at opposite ends of the room. If they had worked together then they would have been done in an hour, but seeing how they stopped and glared when they ventured to close to each other, they took over two.
Jacob and chosen to leave at the start, after seeing Miranda wasn’t about to lose her temper again, and Shepard was a little surprised when Garrus had sat himself down on the seat next to her. As she was still sitting on the table top, that gave her a rare moment to tower over her alien friend.
At first they just sat there, watching the women work, until Shepard’s mind began to wander. Thinking of different test to run with the Collector flesh and if they could somehow use what knowledge they gained to their advantage in their fight against them.
Lost in thought, she was a little surprised to see she was fingering Garrus’ fringe. He didn’t seemed to mind, as he was looking at what looked like cannon specs on his omni-tool, so she didn’t bother stopping.
She never noticed that his fringe was darker at the ends, near black were the rest of him was so pale. They were pointed at the ends, but rounded enough were it didn’t hurt when she pressed the pads of her fingers to them.
His plates were smooth to the touch and Shepard didn’t think twice when she leaned her weight down on him; lacing her arms around his neck and resting her chin on his head. He gave a gentle laugh and reached up and squeezed her hand before going back to his omni-tool.
Miranda and Jack gave her odd looks, and even once Jack tried to give her a playful glare, but for some reason Shepard just didn’t have it in her today.
She was tired.
She wanted to say it was at her disappointment at being interrupted every time she so much as walked into the lab. And that every time she tried to sit down and read the latest news from the universe-something about an entire civilization that had uploaded their minds into a virtual reality and were now being set free, with the help of live volunteers willing to switch places with them-she had a stack of reports to do.
Shepard had thought, long ago, that she would spend her life in a lab, working on cures and medicines, but it turned out she was far better at taking a life than saving it.
You’re more useful on the field, they all said as she could make any gun she touched dance. She was the fastest and strongest and most tactically thinking of her peers, but she wasn’t the best when it came to what she loved. She was just never the smartest there.
So she resigned herself to her fate, surprising even herself as she excelled in it. She was a leader by nature and it was easy to say reassuring words to the masses, as she was always telling them to herself.
Yet, she was still a scientist at heart, and her armor would never fit as well a lab coat and goggles.
Would just never feel right against her skin.
And that was something she would always just grin and bare; just… just not today.
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Very nice story.
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Hugs to Shepard and all you anons out there!
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