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Destiny & Mass Effect: Original Warlock

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Welcome to the archive: Was reading Son of Light and decided to write my own spin to this scene with a heartbroken Shepard. My own Guardian is being used but its still a Warlock.

"Why am I doing this?" Caesar questioned as he stood in front of the door to Commander Shepard's private quarters. The ground team wasn't willing to check on the Commander because of various reasons that left the Guardian to handle this himself.

"Because we need to keep unit cohesion," His Ghost, Athena said as she materialized over his shoulder. "You did something similar for Apollo-2 and Wolfe at one point didn't you?"

"I was forced into that situation." Caesar said, his deceased fireteam wasn't relevant to this.

"Just as you are now forced into this one."

Caesar couldn't deny that. Shepard was important to this mission against the Reapers and her continued well being was important. She knew a lot about these Reapers and was capable of recruiting individuals from all walks of life and knew her way around the politics in a way that Caesar had long lost care for.

This situation had come after the operation on Horizon. They'd forced the Collectors to flee but with most of the colony taken it felt like a half victory and it didn't help matters when Shepard had encountered her significant other, Kaiden Alenko.

It seems the reunion hadn't gone the way Shepard had wanted as after the initial embrace Kaiden seemed to realize something and an argument broke out. It ended with Kaiden leaving and telling Shepard that she'd chosen a path and that he was an Alliance soldier. The commander hadn't said a word on the way back to the Normandy and hadn't been seen for nearly two days.

Shepard was suffering a broken heart and Caesar wasn't sure what to say. He only knew he had to be very sensitive about this.

Caesar looked at the door and steeled himself for what he needed to do. Athena could feel his intention and de-materialized before Caesar reached out and touched the holographic interface to open the door.

It beeped red.

Caesar frowned behind his helmet.

"I apologize Caesar," EDI spoke over the speaker in the hallway, "but Shepard has requested no one enter her quarters."

"That may be but I have been asked by Miss Chambers to check up on her. Please open the door EDI." Caesar responded.

"I'm afraid I cannot do that-"

"EDI, I'm going to give you a choice. You either open this door and I walk in without a fuss or you keep the door locked and I have Athena hack into it. The choice is yours." Caesar said.

Silence pervaded the corridor.

The interface blinked green, "Very well, Caesar," EDI complied.

Caesar nodded and opened the door before walking in and seeing the state the room was in.

Books were laying on the floor with pieces of Shepard's armor strewn about with the black one piece they connected to sprawled out at the foot of the bed at the back of the room. The desk was cluttered and glass shards were laying on the floor nearby. The only things that looked untouched were a medal of honor, a picture frame of the one responsible for this, and a glass case displaying ship models.

Shepard herself was lying face down on her bed with only her underwear preserving any modesty this scene would usually destroy. The blanket was halfway off the bed and the pillows were on the floor. Overall the scene portrayed a worse situation than Caesar was prepared for.

Maybe he shouldn't have based this off his own experience with heartbreak.

"I thought I told EDI to lock the door?" Shepard's muffled voice carried across the room.

"You did, I simply gave her an ultimatum. She chose the option that inconvenienced her less." Caesar said, walking down the short steps to the bed.

Shepard pushed herself up and turned around, "Caesar?" she questioned hoarsely.

"Yes."

"I was honestly expecting Garrus," Shepard said, surprised to see the interdimensional immortal space wizard.

"He was preoccupied and asked not to be disturbed."

Shepard huffed, "Let me guess. Calibrations?"

"Yes. Though I would like to note that he'd started before Chambers mentioned her worries about you." Caesar added.

"I figured," Shepard rasps.

The two were quiet for a while. Caesar was trying to figure out what to say and Shepard was perfectly fine with the quiet. It let her stew in her misery.

"Alenko," Caesar began, "I'm assuming what he said affected you deeply."

"No shit!" Shepard yelled, her voice crackling with emotion, "I trusted him! I loved him! He was with me through everything; my hunt for Saren, when the Council tried to stonewall me he was there to help, he was there when we lost Williams! I just, why?" Shepard seemed to deflate as she finally ran out of energy for her little rant.

"I trusted him, why couldn't he trust me?"

Caesar stared at the mess of a commander in front of him. It disturbed him that a hero of humanity could be brought so low by something like heartbreak but he had to remember that Shepard was not a Guardian. She was a mortal woman thrust into the lion's maw and had so far been undaunted by it but she had a support system and one of those pillars had shattered.

"I'm not entirely sure what I could say to you." Caesar admits, "You are not a guardian who has lived centuries or has that waiting for you. You'll only live a maximum of 120 years if your lucky but no further. I'm not sure if this is what you need to hear but you don't have the time to mope around."

Shepard shifted from her position.

"The Reapers and Collectors are still a threat and one that doesn't care for your emotional state. It will use it to their advantage however and in doing so you would despair at the fact that your actions let another colony go dark. You need to push your turmoil down, at least for now, and deal with it when this is over. You have to hang on Shepard, this universe needs you, Humanity needs you, and The Normandy's crew needs you. You're the linchpin holding all of us together, so eyes up Shepard and pick yourself up off the bed." Caesar finished his speech by standing up.

He wasn't sure if his words had reached the commander but he could only hope it had. He wasn't good with mortal human affairs and he doubted he was that good at rousing someone from heartbreak.

"Thank you."

Caesar turned back to see Shepard siting on the edge of her bed, her hair was a mess and her eyes were still puffy but those green orbs held that same fire she typically had.

"I think I needed to hear that... so thank you, Caesar." Shepard said, an appreciative smile on her face.

"Your welcome, Commander. Now clean yourself up and get back to work," Caesar said before leaving to allow her to freshen up.

It seemed he was good at this emotional thing...somehow.

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