Femshep/Garrus: Our two years...
anonymous
May 20 2013, 14:12:38 UTC
This is a bit long so please bear it with me but right now I want to read a fic with some supernatural elements in it so:
When Shepard died and Garrus left for Omega and he was totally lost himself in his job as a solo vigilante to forget his pain of losing her. Until one day when he woke up and saw Shepard sat next to him with no one but him could see or touch her (Garrus can, but it still gave him strange feelings like she wasn't really there). It seemed that his grieve had called for her soul so now she stuck with him (can stay too far from him).
Shepard had to face with the fact that she was dead with no one to communicate to except Garrus so she stayed with him and helped/advised him to build a team for himself. Two years passed as she fell in love with him (he already did from the beginning) and they were in a (weird living/ghost) relationship until a few weeks before the day Sidonis betrayed Garrus, when Shepard started to get weaker and eventually fade away.
Garrus once again fell into despair as he lose both his love and his team until the newly revived Shepard came to his rescue. Too happy to have her again, he kissed her only to realized that she didn't remember their two years together. But as she spend more time with him, he found out that on some levels, she still remembered their time together and decided to do his best to help her recall it.
Would love to see: - Default Jane Shepard (please, this is a must because I love her!) - Shepard unconsciously doing things that she only did during that two years when she was with Garrus (like kiss him on the cheek when in the morning and making the crew all weird out, sat on his lap to hug him when he was sad, etc) - Garrus sometimes blurt out stuffs about Shepard that only he knows.
fill: ghost, ghost, i know you live within me (Part 1a/7)
anonymous
May 20 2013, 23:42:28 UTC
The morning Garrus lost his mind, he woke up to find Shepard sitting next to him. She looked exhausted.
She smiled.
“Hey, Garrus,” she said.
“Shepard?” He tried to sit up, got tangled in his sheets, and fell back to his pillows. Shepard’s smile grew. “What are you doing in my apartment?”
“You’re about to get some bad news. Sorry about that.”
His omni-tool chimed with the new-message alert -- once, twice, three times. Still groggy, he flipped the display up and scrolled through his messages.
“Wait,” he said. “You can’t -- what is this?”
“Be safe out there, Garrus.” Her smile slipped away.
He blinked, and she was gone.
“Not possible,” he told the space where she wasn’t. “You’re not --”
By the time he got dressed, it was all over the extranet.
***
Garrus left right after the funeral.
Kaidan tried to talk to him -- he even went so far as to grab Garrus’ arm, to pull him back as he walked out the door. One look at his face and Kaidan let go, backing away with his hands raised in surrender. He went to the corner where Liara sobbed, Tali’s arm around her shoulder. Garrus walked away.
They could share their grief. He didn’t have anyone to share his madness with.
***
If Garrus still cared, Omega would have terrified him. As it happened, it just disgusted him.
He got a hundred yards from the shuttle bay before he ran into his first crime: a robbery, two vorcha against a batarian.
His rifle was still in its case, but he had his pistol.
Two perfect headshots later, he knew he’d come to the right place.
***
Without the artificial daylight of the Citadel Wards, it was easy to lose track of time. Omega existed in perpetual twilight, and Garrus found he could move easily in the shadows, slipping into view long enough for his enemies to glimpse what killed them. None of them knew his face; he only took off his helmet to sleep or eat, and that he did rarely.
It was a strangely pure life, for a place as filthy as Omega.
***
He dreamed of Shepard exactly four times.
***
Forty-seven days after he came to Omega, Garrus woke up to find Shepard sitting next to him again.
“Hey,” she said.
He rolled over and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Garrus, wake up.”
No. No. I’m already crazy, don’t you see? I’m on Omega. My life expectancy can probably be measured in weeks, at best. You can’t make me any crazier.
“Dammit, Garrus, get up!” A hand collided with his cowl. “They’re coming.”
“Who’s coming?” The first burst of adrenalin hit. She sounded so present it stung.
“Blood Pack. You really messed up their last shipment. Now get up! They’re maybe five minutes out.” The urgency in her voice got him moving, more out of habit than any real alarm.
“Come on, Garrus.” She shoved him toward his armor. “Get the lead out.”
As far as hallucinations went, this was a fairly pleasant one. Impending death was something he’d gotten used to a while back, and Shepard was there.
“So. Is this how it’s going to be now?” Shepard didn’t reply. “The last time you showed up, it was to tell me you’d died. Now you’re here, telling me I’m about to die. Am I just special, or have you made visits like this to everyone else?”
He could have sworn he felt warmth when her hand touched his arm. “I mean it, Garrus. Move.”
Humor the hallucination. He got into his armor and reached for his rifle.
Shepard stood at the door, and the sight of her was a punch in the gut.
He’d chosen this back room because of its anonymity -- broken crates, stained walls, a vague musty odor. No one who ever came here wanted to come back again, or remembered it once they left. A safe haven for a vigilante. Dark and quiet.
Not now. She wavered under his gaze, like a candle flame caught in a sigh.
“You’ve got questions, I get that, but we have to run.” She nodded at the door. “You ready?”
“Oh, I’m ready,” he said, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. For all he knew, someone could have shot him in the head while he slept and this was his brain’s way of shutting off the lights. As far as dying went, this was fairly painless.
Painless, at least, until she smiled at him. “Then let’s go,” she said. “I’ve got a safe place for you, but we have to run.”
Re: fill: ghost, ghost, i know you live within me (Part 1a/7)
anonymous
May 22 2013, 04:42:30 UTC
Great start!!! Really, really, great! Can't wait to see the rest of it!! This Anon's so happy with the feels this gave her!! I'll be camping out here, waiting for the next chap.
Fill: ghost, ghost, i know you live within me (Part 1b/7)
anonymous
May 21 2013, 19:45:27 UTC
Shepard took him on a roundabout, tangled path through the Gozu district before climbing up into a disused ventilation shaft. After that, they slipped from alley to alley, narrowly avoiding a Blue Sun patrol when the mercs came laughing out of a dive bar. Shepard pushed him back against the wall and held him there, a cool hand over his mouth. His armor dug into her chest, but when he tried to shift, she shook her head.
When the mercs were gone, she stepped away. Garrus let out a long breath. She’d had real weight when she leaned against him.
Before he had time to wonder more than what if, she was waving him on.
“Not much farther -- just stay quiet. More patrols.”
He nodded. Talking wasted breath he could use for running, and he had no idea what he would ask if he had the breath to spare.
They ran in silence. Once or twice she made them double back and hide, and every time she did, a merc patrol passed, talking in low voices about some new troublemaker.
After the second near-miss, Shepard grinned at him.
“You know they’re talking about you, right? Starting to make a name for yourself, Garrus. Should have known you’d start trouble if you went off on your own.”
“I didn’t start trouble,” he fired back in a whisper. “Those scum did. I’m just cleaning up.”
“I know, big guy. Just giving you a hard time.” She peered around the corner. “Ready to keep going?” She waited long enough for him to nod before she was up and moving.
They didn’t stop. Shepard pushed him to go faster, always faster, goading him when he started to slow down. Garrus felt his pride rising to the bait, and put on a last burst of speed to catch up with her. For the last two blocks, they were neck-and-neck.
She stopped so suddenly that he blew past her and had to jog back to stand at her side.
They stood at the foot of a bridge, staring up at an abandoned apartment building. Garrus nodded, too focused on catching his breath to pay much attention to what Shepard said. She wasn’t breathing hard, or even sweating.
“I know it’s not much,” Shepard said, “but it’s home.”
His footsteps sounded large and hollow on the bridge. The door’s lock had been hacked and he could hear the ancient machinery scraping in protest as he shoved it open to let her in.
“Come on,” she said. “Time to get you settled in.”
The inside was dark. Not long ago, something had crawled here to die, and the sweet smell of rot filled his nose. He coughed and covered his mouth.
“Sorry about that,” said Shepard. She moved farther into the room, picking her way carefully into the gloom until she disappeared completely. “I didn’t have time to clean before I had to come find you. Took me forever to find this place. Apparently there’s a shortage of abandoned but semi-livable buildings here on Omega. Who knew? I had a bit of a time crunch too. The Blood Pack had picked up your trail. Where’s the damn -- oh, here it is. Cover your eyes, Garrus.”
“What?” he said, trying to follow the path of her conversation. When the lights came on, dim and flickering, he hissed and blinked.
“Told you to cover your eyes,” Shepard smirked at him from across the room. “Oh, wow, that’s nasty. Don’t look in that corner.”
When his vision cleared, he simply stared at her. She’d be gone soon, and he wanted to get his fill before she evaporated.
She didn’t disappear. She waited, hands on her hips, eyes never leaving his face.
“Spit it out, Garrus,” she told him.
“You -- ”
“...yeah, I did.”
“But you’re here.”
“Yeah.” She crossed the room to stand an arm’s length away. “I’m here. Don’t ask me why, or how.” She shuddered. “Especially not how.”
He looked away.
“Garrus? You good?”
He barked a laugh. “No, Shepard, I’m not.” There was something bitter in his throat. “How could I possibly be okay? What do you want? Why are you -- why did you come here?” To me?
Shepard was silent for a long time. Garrus waited. Now she’d disappear.
She folded her arms, a grin haunting the corners of her mouth. “I’m here to help,” she said. “If you’re going to clean up Omega, you’re going to need a hand. Besides,” the grin slipped sideways and dropped away, “it’s not like I have anything else to do.”
When Shepard died and Garrus left for Omega and he was totally lost himself in his job as a solo vigilante to forget his pain of losing her. Until one day when he woke up and saw Shepard sat next to him with no one but him could see or touch her (Garrus can, but it still gave him strange feelings like she wasn't really there). It seemed that his grieve had called for her soul so now she stuck with him (can stay too far from him).
Shepard had to face with the fact that she was dead with no one to communicate to except Garrus so she stayed with him and helped/advised him to build a team for himself. Two years passed as she fell in love with him (he already did from the beginning) and they were in a (weird living/ghost) relationship until a few weeks before the day Sidonis betrayed Garrus, when Shepard started to get weaker and eventually fade away.
Garrus once again fell into despair as he lose both his love and his team until the newly revived Shepard came to his rescue. Too happy to have her again, he kissed her only to realized that she didn't remember their two years together. But as she spend more time with him, he found out that on some levels, she still remembered their time together and decided to do his best to help her recall it.
Would love to see:
- Default Jane Shepard (please, this is a must because I love her!)
- Shepard unconsciously doing things that she only did during that two years when she was with Garrus (like kiss him on the cheek when in the morning and making the crew all weird out, sat on his lap to hug him when he was sad, etc)
- Garrus sometimes blurt out stuffs about Shepard that only he knows.
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She smiled.
“Hey, Garrus,” she said.
“Shepard?” He tried to sit up, got tangled in his sheets, and fell back to his pillows. Shepard’s smile grew. “What are you doing in my apartment?”
“You’re about to get some bad news. Sorry about that.”
His omni-tool chimed with the new-message alert -- once, twice, three times. Still groggy, he flipped the display up and scrolled through his messages.
“Wait,” he said. “You can’t -- what is this?”
“Be safe out there, Garrus.” Her smile slipped away.
He blinked, and she was gone.
“Not possible,” he told the space where she wasn’t. “You’re not --”
By the time he got dressed, it was all over the extranet.
***
Garrus left right after the funeral.
Kaidan tried to talk to him -- he even went so far as to grab Garrus’ arm, to pull him back as he walked out the door. One look at his face and Kaidan let go, backing away with his hands raised in surrender. He went to the corner where Liara sobbed, Tali’s arm around her shoulder.
Garrus walked away.
They could share their grief. He didn’t have anyone to share his madness with.
***
If Garrus still cared, Omega would have terrified him. As it happened, it just disgusted him.
He got a hundred yards from the shuttle bay before he ran into his first crime: a robbery, two vorcha against a batarian.
His rifle was still in its case, but he had his pistol.
Two perfect headshots later, he knew he’d come to the right place.
***
Without the artificial daylight of the Citadel Wards, it was easy to lose track of time. Omega existed in perpetual twilight, and Garrus found he could move easily in the shadows, slipping into view long enough for his enemies to glimpse what killed them. None of them knew his face; he only took off his helmet to sleep or eat, and that he did rarely.
It was a strangely pure life, for a place as filthy as Omega.
***
He dreamed of Shepard exactly four times.
***
Forty-seven days after he came to Omega, Garrus woke up to find Shepard sitting next to him again.
“Hey,” she said.
He rolled over and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Garrus, wake up.”
No. No. I’m already crazy, don’t you see? I’m on Omega. My life expectancy can probably be measured in weeks, at best. You can’t make me any crazier.
“Dammit, Garrus, get up!” A hand collided with his cowl. “They’re coming.”
“Who’s coming?” The first burst of adrenalin hit. She sounded so present it stung.
“Blood Pack. You really messed up their last shipment. Now get up! They’re maybe five minutes out.” The urgency in her voice got him moving, more out of habit than any real alarm.
“Come on, Garrus.” She shoved him toward his armor. “Get the lead out.”
As far as hallucinations went, this was a fairly pleasant one. Impending death was something he’d gotten used to a while back, and Shepard was there.
“So. Is this how it’s going to be now?” Shepard didn’t reply. “The last time you showed up, it was to tell me you’d died. Now you’re here, telling me I’m about to die. Am I just special, or have you made visits like this to everyone else?”
He could have sworn he felt warmth when her hand touched his arm. “I mean it, Garrus. Move.”
Humor the hallucination. He got into his armor and reached for his rifle.
Shepard stood at the door, and the sight of her was a punch in the gut.
He’d chosen this back room because of its anonymity -- broken crates, stained walls, a vague musty odor. No one who ever came here wanted to come back again, or remembered it once they left. A safe haven for a vigilante. Dark and quiet.
Not now. She wavered under his gaze, like a candle flame caught in a sigh.
“You’ve got questions, I get that, but we have to run.” She nodded at the door. “You ready?”
“Oh, I’m ready,” he said, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. For all he knew, someone could have shot him in the head while he slept and this was his brain’s way of shutting off the lights. As far as dying went, this was fairly painless.
Painless, at least, until she smiled at him. “Then let’s go,” she said. “I’ve got a safe place for you, but we have to run.”
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When the mercs were gone, she stepped away. Garrus let out a long breath. She’d had real weight when she leaned against him.
Before he had time to wonder more than what if, she was waving him on.
“Not much farther -- just stay quiet. More patrols.”
He nodded. Talking wasted breath he could use for running, and he had no idea what he would ask if he had the breath to spare.
They ran in silence. Once or twice she made them double back and hide, and every time she did, a merc patrol passed, talking in low voices about some new troublemaker.
After the second near-miss, Shepard grinned at him.
“You know they’re talking about you, right? Starting to make a name for yourself, Garrus. Should have known you’d start trouble if you went off on your own.”
“I didn’t start trouble,” he fired back in a whisper. “Those scum did. I’m just cleaning up.”
“I know, big guy. Just giving you a hard time.” She peered around the corner. “Ready to keep going?” She waited long enough for him to nod before she was up and moving.
They didn’t stop. Shepard pushed him to go faster, always faster, goading him when he started to slow down. Garrus felt his pride rising to the bait, and put on a last burst of speed to catch up with her. For the last two blocks, they were neck-and-neck.
She stopped so suddenly that he blew past her and had to jog back to stand at her side.
They stood at the foot of a bridge, staring up at an abandoned apartment building. Garrus nodded, too focused on catching his breath to pay much attention to what Shepard said. She wasn’t breathing hard, or even sweating.
“I know it’s not much,” Shepard said, “but it’s home.”
His footsteps sounded large and hollow on the bridge. The door’s lock had been hacked and he could hear the ancient machinery scraping in protest as he shoved it open to let her in.
“Come on,” she said. “Time to get you settled in.”
The inside was dark. Not long ago, something had crawled here to die, and the sweet smell of rot filled his nose. He coughed and covered his mouth.
“Sorry about that,” said Shepard. She moved farther into the room, picking her way carefully into the gloom until she disappeared completely. “I didn’t have time to clean before I had to come find you. Took me forever to find this place. Apparently there’s a shortage of abandoned but semi-livable buildings here on Omega. Who knew? I had a bit of a time crunch too. The Blood Pack had picked up your trail. Where’s the damn -- oh, here it is. Cover your eyes, Garrus.”
“What?” he said, trying to follow the path of her conversation. When the lights came on, dim and flickering, he hissed and blinked.
“Told you to cover your eyes,” Shepard smirked at him from across the room. “Oh, wow, that’s nasty. Don’t look in that corner.”
When his vision cleared, he simply stared at her. She’d be gone soon, and he wanted to get his fill before she evaporated.
She didn’t disappear. She waited, hands on her hips, eyes never leaving his face.
“Spit it out, Garrus,” she told him.
“You -- ”
“...yeah, I did.”
“But you’re here.”
“Yeah.” She crossed the room to stand an arm’s length away. “I’m here. Don’t ask me why, or how.” She shuddered. “Especially not how.”
He looked away.
“Garrus? You good?”
He barked a laugh. “No, Shepard, I’m not.” There was something bitter in his throat. “How could I possibly be okay? What do you want? Why are you -- why did you come here?” To me?
Shepard was silent for a long time. Garrus waited. Now she’d disappear.
She folded her arms, a grin haunting the corners of her mouth. “I’m here to help,” she said. “If you’re going to clean up Omega, you’re going to need a hand. Besides,” the grin slipped sideways and dropped away, “it’s not like I have anything else to do.”
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