Wow.jtav wrote...
Promised teaser:Miranda followed Oriana's gaze. Shepard face was plastered over the café’s vid-screen. The volume was too low to make out what being said, but he did indeed look worse for wear. His skin was ashen, and there were shadows like bruises beneath his eyes. His dress blues were immaculate, and his hair perfectly combed, but there was something unmistakably wrong as she watched him shuffle towards the courthouse. There was no ready smile for the reporters today, as there had been for al-Jilani, His gaze was focused straight ahead, and his steps slow and deliberate. A broken man, or at least a battered one.
A grim pleasure welled within Miranda. She knew, as everyone did, that Shepard had destroyed an entire star system. Unlike most, she was inclined to believe him when he said he had done it to stop a Reaper invasion. The golden boy at last had innocent blood on his hands. Where's your moral superiority now?
Oriana misread the look on her face. "Must be rough seeing him like this. You never told me why you left him. I always figured he was your type. The dashing commander and his brilliant first officer."
"You watch too many vids. It was never like that." Shepard had only ever had eyes for Tali’Zorah, and Miranda had never wanted him as a lover. Their relationship was to have been far more intimate. She had been grief-stricken and enraged when she received the test results from Greenway’s office. She had wanted children desperately, but it was more than that. Her infertility was an insult, a validation of those idiots who had called her unnatural and not quite human. The Lazarus Project had been a gift from Fate. If she could not create life in one way, she would do it in another. She would do what humanity had been dreaming of for millennia.
She had taken a lump of matter and turned it back into a human being. She had given him muscles, senses, his very thoughts. She had reconstructed his memories, good and bad, and restored them to him. Shepard was her creation, even if she had only been following a template laid down years ago. No, Shepard would never be her lover. He was her son, birthed on an operating table over the course of two years. She had given him life, and he had spit in her face because she had installed a killswitch she had never used. It hadn’t mattered that she never used it, that she had resigned from Cerberus rather than destroy her creation. He’d still thrown her off the ship. He’d still threatened to kill her. She’d thrown every gift she’d given him, every sacrifice she’d made back at her.
Miranda was beginning to understand her father.
This is...impressive. It has impact. And it's so very, very plausible. Please continue this story, jtav, it might come to be one of the best. Just don't hook her up with a non-human...
@MsSiha:
Can't you see a millimetre beyond shipping wars and romance considerations?
Modifié par Ieldra2, 16 juillet 2011 - 07:27 .





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