Alright. Here's the fourth -- and last -- part of the "Eyes And History" story I jotted down. Might be the last one I do for a long while; I want to try and write some other stuff.
Anyway, hope you enjoy it.
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Shepard and Jack have made it to the Normandy, and were being tended to, inside of the infirmary. The ship has long since departed the Citadel, until things calmed down, and C-Sec drops the investigation. A course had been set for Omega.
Although they'd eventually recieve more trouble from the Suns, now, they acquired the time to rest. No mission was gained, no favors were called in. No visiting. No sight seeing.
A gunfight they barely survived was good enough.
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Jack's right forearm was almost finished with being bandaged by Dr. Chakwas, who had extracted the glass that tore through her skin. They'd had been sitting at a table, across from each other. Standing at the exit -- behind Jack -- had been Miranda Lawson and Garrus Vakarian; both of which had their own reasons with being concerned about the situation.
"You couldn't stay inside the ship, could you?" Miranda said, arms folded. "You could have gotten the commander killed."
"But he's not." Jack answered, inattentively. "How about you save the **** fit for later, cheerleader? I'm not in the mood." Jack's eyes had been focused on her own hand. She could see a narrow streak of blood forming vertically down her forearm, though it was almost transparent.
"What were you doing outside, in the first place?" A curious Garrus asked.
"Needed some fresh air."
"In a space station?"
"Change of scenery."
"You mean you needed to shoot something."
"Y'know what -- I don't need to explain myself." Jack just gave up. The same inattentive tone was evident, in her speech.
"I left. We fought. We came back. That's it."
Miranda shook her head. "Shepard almost DIED. Do y-"
"Garrus?" Jack said, cutting her off. "Apparently, the cheerleader ain't able to understand that the bossman ISN'T dead. So could you repeat that to her..." Jack's left arm raised up, pointing back to Miranda. " Before I paint the walls with that ****?"
Dr. Chakwas had finished the last strap.
Before Miranda could respond, a cough was heard from the bed, where Shepard had been resting. His right shoulder and abandomen had been wrapped in bandages, and his arm had been encased in a sling. Jack had gotten up, quickly, moving toward Shepard, without thinking.
"You can't do that." Dr. Chakwas called. Jack had stopped, turning and and raising a brow towards her.
"Why?" Jack asked.
"Because you need your rest. And so does Shepard." Chakwas answered.
"Right. So I rest with him." Jack concluded, turning around to continue her path towards Shepard. Dr. Chakwas called after her, again.
"Jack...I can't allow you to disturb him." This caused Jack to stop, once more. But she did not turn.
"Try and stop me."
When she said that, she could almost feel that a gun was being aimed at her head. Eyes moved to the right, and there she saw Garrus, Incisor Sniper Rifle aimed squarely at her face.
"Shepard has 5 broken ribs, and his right arm is fractured." Dr. Chakwas explained. " The wounds he sustained from those gunshots were not close -- nor that powerful enough -- to cause those sort of injuries."
"So..." Garrus added, mandibles parting. "Why don't you tell us what REALLY happened, at the Den?"
Pointless, now. Suns weren't known for biotic abilities. She could blame it on the heavy weapons they carried, but once news got a hold of this -- and it eventually would -- it'd backfire on her.
Jack shrugged. "I hit him. Really ****ing hard. Bastard flew across the hall."
"You WHAT!?" Miranda shouted, taking a step forward, but was stopped, by Garrus.
"Pissed me off -- told him not to, but he did, anyway. Guess he thought it was just gonna slide." Jack scoffed. "**** that, and **** him."
"I can't have you near Shepard if you're going to be a danger to him. Or to anyone else." Dr. Chakwas concluded. "I think you should rest, down in Engineering, for now."
'A danger to Shepard'. To Jack, it sounded so similar to her initial warning to Shepard. Where she'd end up killing him. God knows she didn't want to. She didn't even realize she'd hurt him until after the doctor diagnosed the injuries. He was tough. Tough, but stubborn. Her feelings wouldn't let her kill him, and she was DAMN sure not about to kill herself. Not for him. Not for anyone. There was only one way to end this.
"Whatever, lady." Jack said, turning away from Shepard, and heading to the door, shoving past Miranda. The three looked back, as she departed, and the doors hissed shut.
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Two days pass. The Normandy was now docked at Omega.
Jack had been walking down the bridge, once more. But with more than just a pistol. This time, she had a bag, with her, slinged over her shoulder. Filled with everything she had, which wasn't much. A few change of clothes, and a couple of datapads. No one had been at the cockpit, this time. Good. She didn't need the attention.
But she was about to get it.
"Jack."
When her named was called, she practically jolted to a stop. She felt like crying. But **** that -- she needed to be strong.
"Shepard."
"Where are you going?"
"Where do you think?"
Shepard had shook his head. He'd have folded his arms, but he was still injured. He settled on adjusting his right arm, so that it wouldn't hurt, so much.
"...Were you even planning on telling me?"
"You've been around Shepard; you know what to expect."
"Jack--"
"Shepard, I'm DONE." Jack said, turning around. "I can't keep doing this ****. It'll **** us BOTH up. Hell, I'm doing you a goddamn favor!"
"I didn't ask for one." Shepard said, shrugging. He took a step forward. "I don't even want one. I don't want anything from you, Jack."
"Well, thanks, Shep. That just made this a hell of a lot easier." Jack said, turning around, to leave.
"Jack, that's not what I meant, and you know it." Shepard called, moving to block her way to the airlock. Jack nearly bumped into him, but stopped, before she could. She sighed, and shook her head.
"Move." Jack said.
"No." Shepard replied.
"Shepard, get the **** out of my way." Jack said, now irritated.
"No." Shepard repeated, a little more stern.
Jack's voice raised "If you don't ****ing move right now, I'll--"
"You'll kill me?" Shepard said, cutting her off.
"Then do it. Because that's the only way I'm letting you go."
"You..."
Jack wanted to just...do SOMETHING. But she couldn't. She was already beaten the minute Shepard caught her leaving.
"...You suck, man." Jack's voice broke, but she cleared her throat to play it off. Jack had let go of the bag, letting it fall to the floor. "Alright, you wanna play? Fine. But I've got ground rules. Rule number one, I'm doing whatever the **** I want. You don't stop me. Your friends don't stop me."
"And if what you're doing jepordizes the mission?" Shepard asked.
"Then I'll make up for it in your cabin." Jack said, shrugging. "Which brings me to my next rule. I'm on top."
And Shepard began laughing his ass off. "That so?"
"Very so. You even so much as nudge me to the side, and I'll own your ass. Fair warning." Jack would give a small smirk, but it soon faded away.
"And the next ****ing time you leave this ship, Put your goddamn armor on. If I'm gonna be stuck here, I'm gonna be stuck here because of you."
"Alright, Jack." Shepard said, still amused "I get your point."
"****ing better." Jack said, folding her arms. "'Cause if you screw up, I'll haunt the hell out of you."
"Duly noted." Shepard replied.
Jack had walked over to Shepard, grabbing the back of his neck, and pulling him to her, locking themselves into a kiss. Being jerked forward like that hurt Shepard. But he could tough it out. The pain was worth it.
Jack had broke away from the first, turned away from Shepard, and began to walk back to the elevator.
"You know where to find me."
Shepard watched her leave, with a smile on his face. Within a few seconds, however, he realized something.
"Jack, you forgot your--"
Jack had entered the elevator, and it's doors closed shut. Shepard had shaken his head, his smile still plastered across his face.
"....Bag."
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