ME3: For her, for them...F-Shepard/LiaraME3: For her, for them... by celticknotgirl
The pain. Always the pain. Always with her. Always pressing. She pushed it away. Pushed it down. It finally fades to dull excruciation. Familiar. Almost a friend.
She stood. Barely. Hunched over the wound which continued to gush crimson life from under her palm no matter how hard she pressed it or how terribly she scowled at it. The Carnifex in her right hand seemed a dead weight that pulled at her, trying to drag her to the ground. The burns, the wounds, the broken bones assaulted her being from every direction, but none compared to the pain in her soul. Her heart. Her being.
The choices loomed. Her last horizon. Her final port of call. One last impossible mission. Knowing it was nearly over was terrible bitter sweet relief crushing devastation of hope
Never alone again...Shepard/Samantha 1Never alone again... by celticknotgirl
At the end of ME3.
"No, no, no, no, noooooo!!!!" Traynor screamed over and over again as her fingers flew across the interface desperately trying to re-establish contact with Commander Shepard's armor bio-signal. Tears she did not feel flowed freely from her eyes trailing down her flushed cheeks and dripping off her chin. "No, no, no! Pleeeeease!"
For the last few hours, as Task Force Hammer assaulted the Reaper beam location in London, the Normandy was back in space helping destroy Reapers. Joker made the frigate dance between missiles and energy beams getting in close enough for the Thanix cannons to blast off large chunks of the monstrous ships. The violent maneuvering stressed the ship's artificial gravity to its limits, and Samantha often found herself holding on to her console for dear life.
EDI chastised her several times for not being strapped into her safety seat, but S
Broken Cords Still SingBroken Cords Still Sing by WoolyJo
And Yet And Yet
Voice 1: Can you talk where you are?
Voice 2: Yeah-
Voice 1: Who's there?
V2: -just looking over something. No, I can talk.
V1: Is anyone else there?
V1: Hang on.
V2: [Static] [sighs]
V1: You're really tired. [static] I know you. You sound just awful [static] I love you.
V2: I love you, too. I don't wanna be here. Not now. [static] I wanna be with you.
V1: I was sitting in bed...
V1: ...and I was kind of daydreaming...
V1: Or Well, you know- [static] ...and I was remembering... um... I don't know. I was remembering all sorts of things. [static] All these things
V2: Like what?
V1: I was remembering when you came [static] and saw me after the... collection.
V1: And you just walked [static]...
V1: ...and dropped everything.
V1: I was just remembering that. I hadn't thought about that for a long time...
V1: ...and how amazing that was.
V2: Ye- [static]
V1: Do you have to go?
The WavesThe Waves by WoolyJo
'You're doing it again.'
Liara stood watching the cold rain fall hard against the glass, the world behind the silent drops heavy and grey; beyond that just clear sky, the taut blue quality a reminder of the still morning with its retained essence of hardness. A confidence in the warm light that burst through the dark clouds in smoky arcs and bright tracers, the sun piercing the corners and distant edges of a storm that didn't quite reach the severity of its name. She watched the dream-lit contrails that streaked cleanly in the high, distant sky.
Her mother hadn't replied or didn't hear, so she said it again, this time a little louder, a little force in her tone.
'You're doing it again.'
Liara missed a beat. Prolonging the quiet, enjoying the moment.
'Watching me, like I don't know you're there.'
'Watching you?' she asked.
She could barely make out the small figure cross-legged on the floor, the sofa wide and pale between them.