RP: Shepard

[kaidanmod]

He'd been unconscious long enough that blood was a thick, tacky halo about his body and his limbs felt as if they belonged to someone else. At first, Kaidan had tried making his way down to the infirmary. It was slow and painful going--especially when it turned out the elevator was down and the power off, meaning he had to make it the long way around.

In the end, he stumbled, fell, crawled, and dragged his way along with more determination than real strength, leaving a trail of garish red in his wake. He paused now and again to catch his breath and flip through the strange journal that had been there when he'd woken up. He wasn't sure what he made of all of this, but since there seemed to be a castle visible just outside the Normandy--and since the guy he was talking to kept mentioning some kind of Inquisition--he figured...

...what? Blood loss? Hallucinations? Or was the afterlife a hell of a lot weirder than he'd ever figured?

Whatever it was, he wasn't the kind to just give up and die, no matter how drifty he was starting to feel. There was medigel in the infirmary. He just had to get there.

Kaidan managed to half-crawl, half-drag himself all the way to its (closed) doors after God-knew-how-long. The whole ship seemed to be spinning, and he felt peaceful enough to really be getting scared. He propped himself against the door and reached up to wave it open, breath coming in labored pants.

The door didn't open.

Shit. The power was off. Of course the door didn't open.

Kaidan dropped his forehead against the closed medbay door. "Well," he said, voice gone low and husky. "Fuck me."

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[cmdr_shepard]

Shepard laughed and was struck by how good it felt. He hadn't laughed since the party on the Citadel and that seemed like years ago. "If there isn't jousting and a feast with a whole pig on a platter, I am going to be very disappointed." Shepard's idea of what a castle should contain was built largely by the hundreds of movies he'd watched as a kid to pass the long house cooped up in a spaceship. Hopefully, this castle would be able to live up to Hollywood.

"I don't think either of us has ever gotten that lucky in our lives," he said though he grinned while he was saying it. Gallows humor. Possibly literately, if it turned out they were dead, afterall.

[kaidanmod]

Kaidan impulsively laid his hand on John's shoulder, eyes meeting his. "I'm sorry to contradict you, sir," he said in a low rasp, "but I think you're wrong there."

It sounded far, far too romantic--and hell, that's how he meant it too. But he tried to take away some of the weight with a crooked grin and a very gentle squeeze. "I mean, Sovreign, the Relay, surviving this long at all..."

[cmdr_shepard]

Damn Kaidan.

He had a way of digging up every bit of longing John tried valiantly to keep buried and hidden. There was definitely something masochistic about Shepard's inability to stay away from him or give up on these feelings. He just couldn't help himself. Shepard's eyes flicked to his mouth and back up to his eyes. Both were too intimate but he couldn't look away.

He laughed weakly and gave Kaidan a crooked kind of grin. "If that's good luck, I don't want to know what you would consider bad luck. Yeah, we made it through, but that wasn't luck. My team... you were all brilliant. It was skill and determination, not luck."

[kaidanmod]

Kaidan wet his lips.

"A little bit of luck maybe helped us along now and again," he said. "But you're right. There's no denying you gather good people."

If they were dead, Kaidan couldn't help but think, did that mean he should say something? Or should he hold his peace?