Being Human

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who; Garrus Vakarian, Commander Shepard
what; It's hard being human.
when; Mid-week of the species-swap (backdated); night and morning after.
where; Normandyhaus
warnings; language, in all likelihood.

It had been a long day. Getting over the shock of being human, the allergic reaction to his own food and just trying to deal with a new body had

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It was only on the odd occasion that Shepard and Garrus actually went to sleep at the same time. After today, and the very long sequence of chaotic happenings, Shepard decided to sleep early. Somehow, given the abrupt and decent odds that the transporter system would turn anyone and anything into anything else, she didn't think the sudden lack of security would be particularly risky. Not many people would risk random transformation to invade their base while the patrol was limited to canine forces only.

True, it was begging Zaeed to burst in and kill them all, but the odds of that were slim. Well, as slim as they ever were.She'd entered the bedroom a few minutes before Garrus, while he'd still been fighting unconsciousness over a cup of weak coffee, and had started in undressing. He was exhausted, she could see it, but with his human face on...his expressions were more difficult to really interpret. She'd avoided thinking on it too hard as she climbed into bed. He came in moments later and the way his new, unfamiliar weight moved the

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Garrus remained blissfully unaware of the awkwardness he was causing Shepard. At least for a moment. True, he didn't much understand some of the human taboos surrounding nudity, but he'd tried to keep it to a respectful amount of underclothes. Which worked reasonably well, he guessed. Not that he knew.

He glanced over at Shepard as he prepared to flop back into blissful unconsciousness.

Oh.

He might've been exhaused, but he could still tell when Shepard was uncomfortable.

"Something wrong, Shepard?"

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Shepard was not expressly used to sleeping with other people. Sure, she'd slept near and even on and against other people during her enlisted days, but sharing a bed....not so common. She'd been out of bed and dressed before Alenko had been made aware of that fact, and Garrus...well, sleeping in the same bed with him had been a superior option to going it solo in unfamiliar terrain. That she'd gotten comfortable with it was neither here nor there, at the moment.

Now, every kind of reflex he could have possibly set off had been.

The way he twisted to look at her was familiar, but that wasn't going to cut it. For all intents and purposes, she was sitting in bed, stone-cold sober, next to a man she'd only seen for a few hours (tops) today. She knew he was Garrus, rationally realized that the idea of him attempting to kill her in her sleep was on equal odds with the Reapers just letting that whole galactic genocide thing go, but reflexes didn't convince very easily. She was not getting any sleep if this situation wasn't resolved

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It took a moment for the meaning of that rather stiffly-worded phrase to sink into Garrus' brain. What wasn't going to work-?

Oh. Right. This.

"You're kidding me, right?"

He couldn't believe this. Here he was, trying to deal with a sudden transformation into being human and now he wasn't going to be able to sleep in his own bed? Really? Not that he much cared about the bed. He could sleep anywhere. He'd gotten used to it though. Part of his routine. And now it was being tossed out.