I'll write it into a full fic in time but the idea of colonist, sole survivor garrusmanced Shepard surviving the events of me3 just to learn that Garrus succumbed to his injuries
She lost everyone on Mindoir, parents, aunts, friends, first love -the boy she'd marry-, and woke in a strange, unknown, sterile place, completely alone. The last of her bloodline
and rebuilt herself
Then loses everyone to the thresher maws on Akuze - including that fling-, waking again in a hospital ward with that familiar, overwhelming, clean stench. Chemicals and starchy sheets. Being told once again that she was the only one left of her new family. It's a curse. Mopping herself up from an externally bleeding wound.
She rebuilds,
finds family and kinship aboard the Normandy, they don't stay after Saren but they do keep in touch. She arranges to see Garrus. They're going to do good now... Then she suffocates in space. Finally it was her time to leave people she loved behind. Finally, finally, finally.
Then wakes, only loosely stitched together skin that isn't her own, with scars now repaired, what was left of her past. alone and being forced into action, to being told that her family had fallen apart, scattered without her, some presumed dead.
Told to rebuilt. Instructed to find new lives she'll inevitably lose through something she feels is some kind of cursed incompetence. Why is it always she who survives?
Rebuilding. Again. Her friends are alive. Not all of them well. Man did Garrus take it badly. A vigilante? Was he seeking his death too? Doesn't matter. We're all alive. They get closer. They bond. She's forgotten how it felt to be held like a woman and not as a soldier.
Maybe she loses key team during the suicide mission, maybe she didn't have time to order the the Normandy upgrades to ensure it was capable of doing what it needed to, maybe she skipped a few emails
Or maybe she ensures it doesn't happen. She saves the staff; because she isn't losing anyone else. Who knows.
And then me3. No Shepard without Vakarian. Legion gives his life. Her past team don't all join for this final battle. It hurts. Her family are too large now. Uncontrollable. more people to keep safe. But Garrus is here, has been from the start.
She sends him away to keep him safe. no no no. All people do is die when they're around her. Away is better. Aboard the Normandy.
But a message gets through from the Normandy. It's God knows where, but slowly comms come through.
She does it all. Against all odds. Lays down to die,
awakens, again. No one she knows around. Sterile. Sickly. Broken. Alone. The sandpaper sheets under her is what she knows best in this time.
It's true. Her curse continues. She adds his name to the memorial that sits heavy in her chest
Her family check in on her.
Garrus died hours after she saved the galaxy. She doesn't believe it at first. Can't. No.
She... Rebuilds? How much more can she take? Can she be ripped to shreds and tapestry herself back together again? Can she? Could you? Is there enough space in one body for this much grief?
14 notes
·
View notes