Shepard refused to let her explore the station, alternating vaguely muttered excuses about preserving the safety of station residents and keeping the secret weapon under wraps.
Unfortunately, much like an octopus in a too-small tank, Parker needed to be constantly entertained to keep out of trouble. And being assigned to dishwashing duty (after an incredibly short-lived and disastrous attempt at playing gun-cleaning assistant) wasn't doing the trick.
She'd taken to crawling through the vents for the sole purpose of irritating Thane. She didn't especially like crawling on her hands and knees through tiny, uncomfortable spaces, but it was worth it for the look on Thane's face.
She was in the vents when she heard it.
Heavy breathing, at first, that made her think that someone was hyperventilating. And then the breathing was interrupted by moans of pain. Parker listened intently, head cocked to one side, trying to figure out which direction the sounds were coming from. As she finally located it and started crawling as fast as she could through the vents, the words started.
"Oh, Shepard!" It was a low growl. "That's it, baby, work it. Yeah, I know ladies love the scars."
Scars? Parker's eyes widened. Scars meant pain, no one should be giving anyone else scars.
"Unf unf unf."
That was a weird noise. And then there was a scream. Parker started and sped up. She could see the vent cover ahead of her. She was almost there.
"HANG ON, I'LL SAVE YOU!"
She crashed through the vent cover and landed directly on top of a naked and very alarmed Garrus.
"...Oh."
Parker crawled off the bed and stared at Garrus. He shifted awkwardly and grabbed a blanket. Shepard wasn't there.
"Why were you talking to yourself?"
"Uh..." Garrus thought quickly. "I was...uh...practicing. A speech."
Parker stared at him. "A speech about...scars?" she asked doubtfully.
"...Yes!" He grasped on to the lie like a lifeline. "Very important speech. About scars. Military business." He tried to look mysterious and intimidating. "You don't want to know the details."
Parker frowned, and thought about this. "Okay," she said slowly, and Garrus breathed a sigh of relief. "...But what does unf unf unf mean?"
Garrus squeezed his eyes shut, threw his head back against the pillow and cursed himself inwardly for not shooting her when he had the chance.
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Shepard refused to let her explore the station, alternating vaguely muttered excuses about preserving the safety of station residents and keeping the secret weapon under wraps.
Unfortunately, much like an octopus in a too-small tank, Parker needed to be constantly entertained to keep out of trouble. And being assigned to dishwashing duty (after an incredibly short-lived and disastrous attempt at playing gun-cleaning assistant) wasn't doing the trick.
She'd taken to crawling through the vents for the sole purpose of irritating Thane. She didn't especially like crawling on her hands and knees through tiny, uncomfortable spaces, but it was worth it for the look on Thane's face.
She was in the vents when she heard it.
Heavy breathing, at first, that made her think that someone was hyperventilating. And then the breathing was interrupted by moans of pain. Parker listened intently, head cocked to one side, trying to figure out which direction the sounds were coming from. As she finally located it and started crawling as fast as she could through the vents, the words started.
"Oh, Shepard!" It was a low growl. "That's it, baby, work it. Yeah, I know ladies love the scars."
Scars? Parker's eyes widened. Scars meant pain, no one should be giving anyone else scars.
"Unf unf unf."
That was a weird noise. And then there was a scream. Parker started and sped up. She could see the vent cover ahead of her. She was almost there.
"HANG ON, I'LL SAVE YOU!"
She crashed through the vent cover and landed directly on top of a naked and very alarmed Garrus.
"...Oh."
Parker crawled off the bed and stared at Garrus. He shifted awkwardly and grabbed a blanket. Shepard wasn't there.
"Why were you talking to yourself?"
"Uh..." Garrus thought quickly. "I was...uh...practicing. A speech."
Parker stared at him. "A speech about...scars?" she asked doubtfully.
"...Yes!" He grasped on to the lie like a lifeline. "Very important speech. About scars. Military business." He tried to look mysterious and intimidating. "You don't want to know the details."
Parker frowned, and thought about this. "Okay," she said slowly, and Garrus breathed a sigh of relief. "...But what does unf unf unf mean?"
Garrus squeezed his eyes shut, threw his head back against the pillow and cursed himself inwardly for not shooting her when he had the chance.