Unseen: Mass Effect FanFiction (ReWritten)

Chapter 2

Aster wasn't sure when she fell asleep, but found herself stirring awake. She didn't consider herself a light sleeper, but her time as a N7 had taught her to trust her instincts. She wasn't sure what woke her, but Aster listened for anything out of the ordinary. Convinced there was nothing there, Aster got comfortable again before closing her eyes.

Then she heard it, a soft tickling sound. Aster stood up slowly from the couch, grabbed a knife from the table, and as quietly as she could, made her way to the door. She leaned her back against the door, waiting for it to open.

Who would dare to break in? Did one of John's enemies come after me?

The door whooshed open, and the shadow of a turian appeared kneeling. They straightened up and stepped inside. Not waiting to see who it could be, with all the power she could muster, Aster grabbed the turian and pushed it forward onto the floor. She straddled the turian from behind, twisted one of the arms behind its back, and grabbed its fringe, twisting it to the side.

"Who sent you?" Aster asked, leaning in close for him to hear, the knife at his throat.

"Get off me!" the turian grunted, struggling.

She pressed the knife harder.

"Who sent you?!"

The turian growled and pushed off the ground, sending Aster reeling back a bit, losing her balance. It was enough for the turian to turn around and tackle her with speed only known to turians.

Both of them struggled a bit to get the upper hand, but the turian finally managed to use his weight to push her underneath him. The turian pinned both of Aster's arms between them. As much as she struggled, she couldn't get free.

"If you're here to kill me," Aster said, struggling. "Get on with it."

"You're nothing but a coward," she continued. "Is killing my brother that hard for you that you need to go after his sister?"

"I'm not here to kill you," the turian said in a strained voice.

Aster stopped struggling and looked at the turian, unsure whether or not to believe him.

"Why are you here?" She slowly asked. "Why are you breaking into my apartment?"

"I'm not breaking in," the turian said. "I-"

Aster raised her eyebrow. Only a fool would believe that.

"What apartment are we in?" he asked, looking around.

"Four," Shepard replied, still confused.

The turian leaned back a bit and gave Aster back her arms. She propped herself up a bit and scooted out from underneath him as much as she could. She gave the turian a long look. As far as she could see, the turian had some sort of markings underneath his eyes, from one side of his face to another, and down both sides of his mandibles. Aster shifted a bit and grimaced as the turian's armor bit into her soft skin. She had forgotten that she wasn't wearing anything underneath the hoodie.

"If you're not here to kill me," She began, shifting a bit. "Then what are you doing here?"

"I wasn't trying to break in," the turian said once more. "A friend said I could stay in his apartment."

"Which apartment?"

The turian looked at his right palm and grunted, "It looks like a four."

Shepard grunted and didn't say anything else.

"Say," Aster began after the turian didn't move, and the armor began to start to become very uncomfortable. "Would you mind getting off me?"

The turian apologized, hurried to get off, and stood up. Aster also stood and made sure her hoodie was pulled all the way down as far as it went.