I'm thinking something like this (only this is slightly more humorous).
Shepard2: You want your name back? Take it. You want the rank I earned? take it. You want to deal with all the bullish!t with the alliance? Go straight ahead. Me? I'm going on vacation. I need a f*cking break.
Shepard1: Yay - Got my life back. Wait - bullsh!t? What happened?
Shepard2: Figure it out for yourself.
Shepard1: Are you taking my girlfriend with you on this little 'vacation'?
Shepard2: You're girlfriend? Excuse me, She's been sharing MY bed for the last three years. She got promoted to Staff Commander the same time I got promoted to Major and we've been working together the entire time. I think that entitles me to her.
Shepard1: No it doesn't! You're just a copy of me!
Shepard2: No. I'm a different version of you. One who is actually a Major and who destroyed the Collectors, Cerberus and every single reaper I could find. You destroyed one! A vanguard! I destroyed the fleets.
*Ash and Pierce walk in*
Ashley: What's going on here? Aside from a pissing contest with yourself... You know, I don't even know what to call the two of you.
Pierce: It's easy Ash *points to 1* John. *points to 2* Mal.
Shepard2: I thought the glowy scars would have made telling us apart easy, but apparently not.
Ashley: So what were you fighting over?
Shepard1: You.
Shepard2: We're trying to figure out who you should be with. My thinking is that we took down the Reapers together, and managed to get the Alliance completely reformed but then I'd feel guilty because I'm not the original. I'm not the guy you fell for. I'm... someone completely different.
Shepard1: I wasn't engineered, I was born. I was there at the very beginning and I saved your life back on Eden Prime. We stopped sovereign together. When the Normandy got blown up and I got flung into space, next thing I know I wake up in a holding cell. For three years without any attempts to rescue me by the Alliance or anyone else.
Shepard2: Because you - I - We were declared dead. And that's not how I remember it at all. I remember burning up in the atmosphere. My lungs burning and my skin melting along with my suit. I still have nightmares about it. If I were a fake, how could I possibly make that up?
Pierce: God - they're arguing like we were back on the SR1.
Ashley: I know. *facepalm* Look, I'm sorry. But the Commander of the SR1 is the man I loved and I believed that he died on the SR1. The man I love now, is the Commander of the SR2. A Major who risked his life over and over again to save mine when I treated him like rubbish. The kind of man I don't deserve. You're both the man I love, but only one of you was with me at the very end. And that's the one I choose.
Shepard1+2: *somber silence*
Pierce: ... Told.
*Ash+Pierce walk out*
Shepard1: She's still the same inappropriate little b!tch, isn't she.
Shepard2: Don't get me started.
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