Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual. please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn't want them to be empty now would we? All alone like that? You're not a monster are you?
Author's Note: All righty, I do have a fic with Yvonne Strahovski, Miranda's model and voice over artist in the pipeline. In the mean time, here is a fake fic about Jacob and Miranda. In addition, there's a spoiler in here for Lair of the shadow broker, the latest mission based DLC for Mass Effect 2.
Pairing: Miranda Lawson and Jacob Taylor
Miranda had settled in nicely in her office. It was next door to the canteen and the mess hall. Nevertheless, it was quiet enough for her, she had a nice bed for her to relax in and her desk was suitable enough.
"EDI. Bring up the personnel files." She ordered the ship's computer.
Her screen flashed to life and she started to leaf through all of the higher personnel.
Shepard. Mordin Solus. Garrus Vakarian. Doctor Okeer. Jacob Taylor... Jacob Taylor... Her best friend on the entire ship if ever she had one. Looking at his personnel file, she smiled, reading over his file. He was still single. Miranda smiled at that. Saving himself for someone special was his joke amongst the ensigns. Of course Miranda nearly had been that someone. She cast her mind back several months to her time working on a Cerberus research station...
Jacob walked through the lonely corridors of the Cerberus research station. He had two crystal glasses and a bottle of wine. He was on his way to meet up with a friend of his, Miranda Lawson.
He nodded towards Wilson, Miranda's second in command... Well, technically he was second in command but purely in a militaristic sense of the word. The Illusive Man, or TIM as a friendly, and shorter acronym had handpicked them for Miranda and Jacob, to oversee 'Project Lazarus' Jacob's jaw had hit the floor when he found out about it.
Commander Shepard, killed by what the top theory suggested as Collectors and the Commander's body had never been found... Until a few weeks ago that is. Shepard's corpse had been making the rounds on the black market and TIM had found it. Sending Miranda and an Asari with a Drell to recover it, she had brought back the body and was now attempting to rejuvenate the late, great Commander. Saviour of the citadel.
This would be an amazing feat for science, but also an amazing opportunity for Jacob. Serving on the front lines of Eden Prime, he had witnessed Shepard take charge and cut through all of the Geth opposition. If he hadn't seen it himself, he would've thought Shepard was nothing but propaganda.
Stopping outside her office/quarters, Jacob checked himself in the mirror. He looked fine, and was in his civilian clothing. A short beige jacket with a white vest underneath it, he also had on cargo pants which tucked into his combat boots.
He gave a trademark grin and knocked on the door. There were a few moments before the doors slip open and Miranda stood there. She was still in her Cerberus uniform, a tight, hip hugging one piece that ran all over her body and was snug in all the right places. Her hair was long, black, and flowing over her shoulders, looking up at Jacob. She yawned.
"That's the way you greet a friend!?" He said, taking mock offence, it was then he saw her eyes.
They were red and puffy. She had been crying.
"Miranda..."
"I'm sorry Jacob... Come in..." Her sentences were short and snappy. As if she didn't want to speak for too long, he could hear her voice cracking as if she was ready to cry again at any point.
He was ready to ask her what was wrong but in his experience, women... Especially Miranda didn't like talking about it if they didn't bring it up.
"I've missed you Lawson! I even brought booze to try and get you away from your work!" He flashed another smile. He knew that was one of his better features and it always melted Miranda's heart.
She had a reputation as being hard, or cold... Difficult to get along with. Words you would typically associate with a troubled child or someone who just didn't fit in. However, it was her job as 'Captain' to be disconnected from the crew. You can't issue a disciplinary to your drinking buddy and you can't reprimand your shooting partner without making things awkward. Jacob pondered the word 'Captain' she didn't hold the military rank but it was probably be the best way to describe her on the station.
"Thank you Jacob... It's been a tough couple of weeks... Months actually..." They shared a quick embrace, hugging each other warmly as she spoke.
Jacob had only seen the inside of her quarters on occasions, certainly not long enough to get a good look. Her office was at the front of her building, Miranda's room was tricky. She had a large building, about the size of two human sized apartment blocks back on Earth or Omega. Nevertheless, she had the front part of it made into an office with her computers running endless drills and calculations. She also had a large white, Perspex desk for her to work at. The Perspex was clear, yet cluttered with data pads and sheets of paper, all with numbers and equations too large and complex for Jacob. He caught glimpses here and there and his mind went into overdrive whenever he even tried to consider an explanation. There was a couch in the corner of the room, near the VI terminal. It was in pristine condition. She clearly had no visitors other than himself and possibly Wilson.
She ushered him through to her own quarters, past a large metal door that rotated on its side to reveal the room. It was a large room with a big double bed in the middle, to the side of it was another couch with a smaller table, opposite that was the bathroom and to the right in the other corner was her kitchen complete with dining table.
"Let's take a seat. You look like you need a drink." Jacob said with a grin, Miranda smiled and nodded. They walked over to the kitchen area and sat at the table.
"I could fix us some dinner... Have you eaten?" She asked, walking away from him and into the kitchen. He pretended not to notice when she checked how she looked in her toaster's reflection.
"I haven't actually... I could go for some Calamari gumbo though..."
Miranda looked over her shoulder at him as he grinned wickedly. That was a nearly impossible meal to make, especially on field rations.
"Any other choice Taylor?" She asked with a grin. Facing him, she put her hands on her well-formed hips and smiled.
"Well, if there's no gumbo... How about some field rations?"
"Now that I can do! Two packs of rations coming right up!" She said with a smile, fishing out two plates from her cupboard she placed them on the side of the kitchen. Opening her fridge, she fished out two of the nicer, newer packs of them. Peeling off the steel lid, she placed both of them in the garbage disposal unit and scooped out the inside of the rations. Dashing them out on the plates, she grabbed two pairs of knives and forks and made her way over to the over.
She tossed over the cutlery to Jacob and she started to cook the rations. Setting the timer for just right, Jacob popped open the wine. Pouring two glasses, he sat them down at the table and made room for himself and Miranda.
