Becoming Turian

Chapter 2

She looked down at her attire. An extremely formal dress, with dark colors and flats. Something she would never wear on a regular day, but today was different. Today she had to get acceptance.

She didn't know much about Garrus' father, Hell he hardly ever mentioned the man, but now she had to speak to him. All she knew was that he was all about rules, he hated spectres, he believed they had too much power. Good news for her, right?

Garrus decided that he wouldn't come along for their first meeting, he believed that he would interfere, but Jane wanted nothing more than for him to be with her. She'd never been in a relationship so serious that she'd actually have to meet the parents before, even if it was accidental, and she had to gain his approval. All she wanted was Garrus by her side, to comfort her when she needed it, that's what he'd always done for her. She was doing this for him though, by Turian clan law he she had to be approved. If things went wrong, he could be exiled, that's the last thing he wanted.

He reassured her. He helped her. He was there when nobody else was. At times, she believed that he was all she had left in this galaxy, and she loved the thought of it.

"You look nice," Garrus stood at the entrance of her cabin, waiting for her to come out. Her cheeks flushed a bit, she wasn't exactly prepared for him to see her yet, but it still made her happy.

"I've got to look my best," she didn't know what else to say. For some reason, the words were stuck in her throat and she was barely able to groan them out so they sounded natural.

He reached his hand out and placed it on her neck. Despite the warmth of his hand, the action still have her goosebumps and made her entire body shiver.

"Your scar is healing," Disappointment was heavy on his voice as he spoke these words out. It was almost hard not to take notice of.

"Don't worry, Garrus, I'm sure I still smell like you,"

He crouched over a bit and sniffed her hair. Jane knew that his entire species was tall, but the fact that he had to do this, made her feel a bit embarrassed. It wasn't really until now that she noticed that he was literally always towering over her.

While he sniffed her hair, he kept a hand wrapped tight around her waist to keep her close. He took notice of how small her waist was, yet it was still so supportive. Not Turian, but almost better.

Her chest was pressed against his carapace. Spirits, he was sniffing her too long, but he didn't want to stop. Her scent was intoxicating. Maybe it was the mix of his pheromones and her natural feminine smell that was sending him over edge, he couldn't pinpoint it though.

"You done yet?" she chuckled nervously while his arms stayed wrapped tight around her. He only responded with a slight growl. Not yet. He didn't want to let go yet.

Jane's heart began to pound out of her chest, she had never been this close to Garrus before for such a long period of time, and now that she was here, she'd just realized how nice it felt.

He was well built by Turian standards, so every part of him was rough and hard, except his neck. Slowly, she reached a hand up and stroked the pale blue skin. She was always so curious as to what it felt like, now was the best opportunity. It was smooth and tender under her finger tips, and while she stroked it, his entire body tensed.

He pulled away quickly, his mandible fluttering slightly from nervousness. He didn't look her in the eye, his head stayed tilted to the side while he attempted to keep a strong face.

"S-sorry, I got carried away," he murmured under his breath. She chuckled a bit to show that it was alright, but on the inside, she was having a system overload. Alarms were setting off and everything was overheating. He sure did have an effect on her. A mass effect.

She brushed passed him and down the elevator. They were already docked on the citadel and that little interaction they had outside her cabin threw her time off a bit. The last thing she wanted was to be late meeting the other Mr. Vakarian.

He was supposed to meet her at a restaurant. Not one of the best, but somewhere they could talk normally.

Her hands were placed firmly in her lap. She played with her thumbs to keep from being nervous, despite the fact that her palms still sweated intensely.

She looked around the area trying to find something to keep her mind off the inevitable, but there was nothing knew to look at. The restaurant was rather plain. Mainly Asari workers who dressed similar and wore the same make up.

"Shepard?"

She nearly jumped out of her seat, but she kept her composure. She turned her head and stood from her chair to look at the speaker.

Tall. Male. Turian. He looked almost exactly like Garrus, with only a few minor differences. His plates were a bit darker and his eyes were a light green, rather than that same icy blue Garrus had. He and Garrus had similar clan markings, the difference being that he kept his white rather than choosing unusual color like Garrus did.

He stood proud, despite him literally saying one word to her. She could already feel herself beginning to sweat, just from the way he appeared to be glaring at the mark on her neck.

"Th-that'd be me," she stuttered a bit when she spoke, grimacing at herself a bit when she realized how weak she sounded. Turian culture was based around strength, the stronger you were, the more respect you got.

"Druius Vakarian. C-Sec," his voice was deep and a bit hollow, almost as if he didn't have emotions at all. She expected that from someone who just found out his only son married the human woman who was known for blowing just about everything she touched, "I've heard a lot about you."

"Good things, I hope,"

"No," the word was blunt and came out with a bit of anger. Then his face softened a little, and he gave her a smirk, she could see where Garrus got that same facial expression from, "Good doesn't even begin to cover the things I've heard. Amazing, might just though. I just never took you as the type of person to want to be with a Turian."

Her cheeks flushed a bit and she nearly screamed out from excitement, "It's a long story, sir."

"I have time,"

"Well you see-" she went over everything. Not leaving out a single detail and he listened, hanging on to every word.

"Listen Shepard- Jane if I may," she nodded, "there's no way to undo a bonding, it's permanent, but if you want my approval then you have to prove that you're willing to make the sacrifices. Will you be ready to join the Vakarian Clan?"

"I won't let you down,"