Let's try this again (first time posting went super crazy and ended up about a mile long).
I just thought I'd give you guys an extract from the latest chapter of the fanfic in my sig that I'm working on. I love feedback, so feel free to comment on anything at all (even if you think it's rubbish). Anyway, here it is (it helps to know that at the moment, Liara is in a coma and trapped within her own head); this takes place during ME 1:
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The words took a few numb seconds to sink in.
Dying.
She was dying.
How was that even possible?
"I..." Liara struggled; voice box straining to force sounds from her constricted throat "I...Oh Goddess, I can't...not yet, there's still so much for me to say...she wouldn't...she has to know...this can't be happening!"
"I am sorry." the synthetic replied, the sentiment falling flat when spoken so emotionlessly "But do not give in to despair just yet. There may still be a way to set things right."
Withdrawing a data pad from some interior pocket and consulting it, the mysterious man read aloud.
"Lucy Shepard; captain of the SSV Normandy."
He paused, staring intently at the display for several seconds.
"That is correct is it not? You have found her?"
"I did..." Liara whispered, her stilted words reverberating against the growing lump in her throat "But by the time I realised how much I...it was too late."
Feeling tears ****** at her eyes, she let her head hang limply.
"She fell in love with someone...and it wasn't me."
After long seconds of silence, Liara felt a stiff, metallic hand rest of her shoulder. The sensation was a contradiction. It was the same feeling she got when on a dig; a sense of great inner peacefulness tainted by the thought that she was making a career out of another species tragedy. As with all emotions, it was impossible to rationalize how she felt, or attribute it to any particular evidence. Something about this mysterious figure made her nervous. Then again, the thought of talking to Lucy had always had a similar effect. It was impossible to be sure if her instincts were true.
Remembering those little conversations they'd shared brought a smile to Liara's lips. The fact that Lucy's words could bring some small measure of happiness to her, even at this moment of overwhelming sorrow was proof enough that her love for the spectre remained undiminished...even when the chance of seeing her again was rapidly approaching zero.
"You are distressed." The synthetic stated, "You feel that you have failed...that you are to die without your life ever having true meaning. You fear that no one, not even the woman who means so much to you, will mourn your passing."
It took Liara nearly a minute to muster the will to reply.
"Yes," she said at last, her voice heavy with defeat "I...I'm so s-scared. Please...I can't let it end like this....without her.""
"You don't have to."
The stranger backed away, leaving a few paces between himself and the tearful Asari.
"Come, let me show you."
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Pretty grim stuff. Don't worry though, it's not as bad for Liara as it actually seems. Rest assured, her and Shepard will end up together like they always should do.
I started writing this story long before ME 1, however, by a happy (or in Liara's case, unhappy) coincidence, the character she's conversing with here is actually someone she's destined to have quite a few 'dealings' with. And if that isn't a big enough hint, I don't know what is.
I've got another fanfic in the works, one which is a simple, pure, Liara/FemShep (sorry DudeShep's out there) story. I have yet to decide which bit would make a good preview for it however, and this post is already far too long, so I'll stick that up later.
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