That Elusive HumAttn: Contains spoilers for Jacob's ME3 romance.
The Normandy ran quiet, but he couldn't believe he was imagining that sound. He would find the source if it killed him. James walked slowly around the hangar, stopping once in a while, tilting his head and listening hard for that elusive hum. Instead of the sound he hunted for, he heard the soft tap of boots on the hard floor. Looking up, he saw Shepard making her way down the hangar with what looked like a rifle tucked under her arm and a holo-frame in one hand.
"Commander," he said tentatively. It had been a long, hard day for Shepard.
She glanced briefly at him, shifted the gun's weight, "Lieutenant."
Curious, he watched her walk to the far end of the hangar, where she stuck the frame to the wall. The image flickered on. It was a picture of Jacob. The man was standing at what had to be his work station and he was looking over his shoulder with a little surprised grin on his face, a candid moment. Shepard stared at the image f
characters/pairing: (M)Shepard/Tali OC's
Disclaimer: Bioware = Mass effect
(this is a short fic about that conversation between the quarian and that turian at that one bar on Illium. what if things were a little different? side note: this is all from memory so just go with it)
"You really need to stay away from humans. All they do is think with their pants." The turian said.
"Their pants?" the quarian asked.
"That means all they think about is sex."
"Ah. I heard that once before but didn't know what it meant." The turian laughed.
"Now you do." There was a moment of silence before the turian asked, "All quarians are stuck in a suit, right? So how do you deal with certain urges? Do quarians even have those urges?" the quarian stared at the turian for a moment before she started giggling.
"Yes quarians do have those urges. As for how we deal with them we have a nerve stimulator." Her voice turned a little husky, "I can sh