One out of three soulmate pairings just don’t work out? Of course he’d be in that unlucky thirty-three percent.Īnd she’d told him that she wanted to give this a try. They’d take one look at his service record, at the word ‘biotic’, or the designation ‘L2’ and they’d run a mile to get transferred away from whatever assignment had landed them together. They wouldn’t want to be with him anyway, no matter how much he wanted to be with them. Something in the back of his head had always told him that it was okay. Other recruits in Basic had taunted him that it was another thing about him that was broken: biotic, L2, murderer, going to be ripped away from his soulmate as soon as he met them. More than one Alliance medic has reminded him of the frat regs upon seeing them. Looking forward to working with you? It wasn’t guaranteed that they’d be another marine – they could have been a consultant, or some other tangential civilian – but it was more than likely. He’s always kept them private because of how professional they are. Not for public consumption, even as professional as they are. He keeps his words private, as far as he can. So little of her skin is exposed in the Alliance issue BDUs she’s wearing. It wasn’t a question he’d thought to ask before, in that awkward little conversation they’d had by his console. He rests his hand on his hip as he paces, absent-mindedly rubbing the cloth covering his words. Who is now lying, unconscious, in Normandy’s med bay.

The woman who had, not three hours earlier, pushed him out of the way of a Prothean artefact and taken the explosion that he’d probably triggered. The woman Captain Anderson had delayed the Normandy’s departure for… Daughter of Lieutenant Commander Nicholas Shepard.

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