Book 1, Chapter 16 -- Grounded
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Walking out with Ashley Williams the next morning certainly led to a rather silent mess hall, all eyes falling on her as I quickly followed her out. Standing next to her, a quick glance showed she was blushing quite brightly. "Get some breakfast," I suggested quietly, before fixing the rest with a stare. "Yes?" I could see Tali looking between the pair of us, obviously surprised and I knew this was going to cause problems. "Want to talk about it?" I wondered.
"Not at all, Shepard. I knew it would happen eventually. I'll have a chat with Ashley later. I know all about it so it's not a problem."
"Rather open minded of you, Tali," Chakwas stated. I can only assume she would have spoken to the good doctor about being intimate with someone.
"Ashley likes Shepard. I like Shepard. Shepard likes both of us. Ashley being intimate with Shepard was an inevitability. But most importantly, I still love Ashley, and she still loves me."
I couldn't help smile at her words. For someone who I thought was rather... innocent, perhaps even a little naΓ―ve, her outlook had certainly developed the more she learned.
Ash had already grabbed a tray and sat next to the quarian. Tali whispered something into her ear, making Ash smile, nodding her head. Glancing around the rest, Shiala smouldered with absolute jealousy, while Liara looked... disappointed. I knew why as she'd made her feelings and intentions known. I guess it was going to be at least a little awkward now. But, quite frankly, they were adults and would just have to deal with it.
Waking up, I talked with Ashley, letting her know the score. Yes, we'd had sex. No, it wouldn't change things. No, it probably wouldn't happen again on the
Normandy
, at least during the current mission. No, I was not interested in a relationship. Yes, once the mission was over and we had some spare time, we could use each other for 'stress relief'. Yes, I'd like Tali to join us. Yes, I'd be interested in other things as well.
Grabbing a breakfast tray, I sat down opposite Garrus, Wrex alongside the turian. "How you doing, big guy?" I asked of Wrex.
"Seen a lot of death, Shepard. Unfortunately, you do get a little used to it. But Alen... Kaidan, he was my friend. And I don't mean the obvious thing. I mean he was a genuine friend, someone I could sit down and have a quiet word with."
Garrus nodded. "His presence will definitely be missed. Good man. Definitely future CO material."
"Glad I wasn't the only one who thought that," I stated before adding, "We'll hold a memorial service later today, before we arrive back on the Citadel."
"Still think that's bloody stupid, sir," Ashley said.
"Couldn't agree more, Chief, but I cannot ignore a direct order from the Council. I might be a Spectre and have free reign, but they're still my bosses and I do answer to someone, at least."
The mood otherwise was still sombre, everyone falling silent as we finished breakfast before everyone filed out. I kept myself occupied with busy work, simply waiting until we docked back at the Citadel. When the time came, I put on my dress blues and joined everyone else in the garage. Even Benezia was there, which was a slight surprise, meeting her eyes and nodding silent thanks.
Words were difficult but also easy to find, if you know what I mean. It's easy to talk about the life of someone who had impacted the lives of everyone he'd met. I didn't dwell on his past too much, he'd dealt with all that himself. Instead, I discussed his role in the Alliance, the list of commendations from previous postings, the fact he was an important member of the
Normandy
, and that his presence would be missed by all. I then opened the floor to anyone who wished to speak. Ashley walked forward, carrying a small datapad.
"I may come across a rather hard-arsed soldier sometimes. Grew up in a military family. No time for bullshit, as my dad used to say. Don't really know the right words most of the time either. Dad was the same. The one thing we both loved and bonded over was literature, particularly poetry. I'd like to read a passage for you."
She then placed the datapad down and gazed around the garage. It wasn't a real surprise that she knew the words by heart.
"This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads; you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,