encephalon | gross xeno fuckathon post

( in which there's a threesome for no reason. )

[ problem. no, two problems. first: mordin is now positive that ariel officials are monitoring their—activities via chip. no other explanation for apparently deeming the Mystery Package Weekend That No One Wants To Talk About a resounding success. enough success that, problem two: normandy crew has increasingly been targeted with various aphrodisiac chemicals in the last several weeks. at this point, mordin is sure it cannot be just him. entire house on edge, agitated, hungry.

mordin is not an exception, no. in fact, he suspects at times that the misfortune befalling the crew could be collateral damage wrought from an invisible campaign to drug him into compliance. he hates it, finds it asinine and ethically twisted, but he hates the idea of reeducation much more. unfortunately, his pride keeps him holding out each time until he's hanging on by a thread, a brilliant mind reduced to rubble, consumed by thoughts of fucking. of biological imperative, endorphins, hormones, misuse of orifices, stretch and pound and wet.

he'd probably slap himself if he thought it would do any good. it won't, though. he knows what will.

he's grateful garrus and thane are housed separately. he doesn't bother to knock. he feels like he's being burned from the inside out and there's really no time left for tact. ]

Garrus. You offered. Need your help. Now.

[ but garrus isn't alone, of course. ]

[At the end of the day, she still doesn't know what Cerberus' angle really is. All Shepard knows is that she can't trust them. She stares at her face in the mirror of her quarters, listening to a report from Garrus about the newest variety bugs he'd found on the ship, looking at the scars are quickly losing their glow, and realizes she doesn't know enough about what's been done to her. There could be all sorts of... Shepard doesn't even know, but she remembers every Cerberus base they took out on the first Normandy.

But how does she even start to figure it out? Karen's onboard, and a good friend, but sometimes Shepard wonders if she'd pad the truth out of that same friendship. Not only that, but Chakwas is working with Cerberus tech. The other doctor on board brought his own equipment, and Shepard really can't see him misleading someone to be comforting. That's that, then.

Decision made, Shepard heads down to Dr. Solus' lab. Not like it had been a difficult decision, either. She likes the salarian's company, even if she sometimes wonders if he pauses for breath enough.]

Hey. Are you busy?

[Garrus holds an arm to his side as he slipped through the corridors of the station. Omnigel took care of a lot, but he's pretty sure there's some deeper damage there. And, unfortunately, it's not like he's got Chakwas nearby to give him a hand. If she even made it off the ship.

He stops to push back a pain that's not related to stray gunfire. The ship's gone. A lot's gone. He's making what difference he can here. And speaking of here, there is a doctor he's heard about. Supposed to be good with xenobiology.

After several minutes, as the pain's spread and Garrus has had to pause to keep his head down near a few merc groups, he finds his way into the clinic and slowly sinks into a seat. Fuck, that hurts. Lucky shot. Had to happen sometime, because Archangel's not perfect, even with his team nearby. Unfortunately it had to happen the one time they had precise and different exit routes planned, so he's alone as the waiting room slips in and out of focus.]

GARRUS + THANE » arielverse

Shepard

Omega AU