Thread: Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end [1x1 with Javorcek]

Usually Jack's mind was plagued by nightmares the moment she shut those big brown eyes. Horrible dreams of Pragia and her life in prison made sleep an awful place to be, to the point that she had trained herself to run on a couple of naps sporadically place throughout the day. With rescue efforts still going at full force, that was not an option, she needed sleep if she wanted to be useful out on the field. But ever since she had started seeing Miranda, the nightmares had begun to dwindle. And ever since she had started teaching, the dreams came less and less frequently as terrible memories were replaced with new, better ones. Jack actually looked peaceful for once as she slept, her forehead was not creased in a worried frown, nor was her jaw set in a scowl, a couple of pieces of long brown hair had managed to find their way out of her ponytail and into her face, making her look almost adorable as she slept even more so because she smiled and settled back into her chair as she felt the warmth of a blanket envelope her. But, as Shepard began to sputter, that peaceful image was shattered and Jack was her usual bull in a china shop self. Hrungh! Wha?! Jack sputtered as she scrambled out of her chair and fell onto the floor. With a grunt she quickly rolled over and got to her feet, bleary eyes looking around the room as she fell into a defensive stance, her tattooed arms lighting up with biotics as energy pooled at her hands, ready to strike at whatever had made the noise that had woken her up. The moment her vision adjusted to the harsh artificial lighting of the hospital room, she was greeted to the sight of Miranda ripping a tube out of Shepard's mouth. Her stomach turned and flinched a little bit, but immediately calmed down. There was no threat, it was just Shepard waking up. Finally, your lazy ass is awake. Jack grumbled before Miranda upped the Commander's dosage, forcing her back into a coma. The young biotic glanced down at her omni-tool to check the time. She'd slept for about an hour, that should be enough to last her for a little bit so that she could go back out into the field. HeyI'm gonna go. Jack said, once Miranda was finished doing whatever the fuck sciencey medically stuff she was doing. She slipped behind the older woman and wrapped her arms around her waist to envelope her in a warm hug. Her head came down to rest on Miranda's shoulder so that she could nuzzle affectionately at her neck. I love you I'll be back later to drag you away for dinner. And then your ass is mine for the rest of the night. Jack gave a playful growl and nipped at Miranda's neck, making sure to leave a mark on the perfect flesh. She missed spending time with her lover, they'd only caught passing glimpses of one another over the past few months and Jack really did want to rectify that. Even though she was tired, Jack knew that she could rest later, right now she had to go sift through rubble. She was tired, so very, very tired, it was easy to see on her face. But the younger woman wanted to save as many as possible before they starved to death in the destruction. It was her penitence for killing so many for so long. Now she'd work to dig out as many people as she could before time ran out. So with one more kiss to Miranda, she left the room and headed out of the hospital and caught a transport out to one of the areas that was still being searched for survivors. --- I can understand why no one has ever tried to do anything like that. It is truly exhausting. Liara shut her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose in an attempt to head off the massive migraine that was beginning to invade the corners of her mind. That little stunt she had pulled had taken as much out of her as an hour long battle of relying solely on her biotics. When she heard Garrus unscrew the top of something, she opened her eyes just to see a canister of water being offered to her. Thank you, Garrus. Liara offered the Turian a tired smile and then accepted the water. The moment she tilted her head back to take a drink, Liara blacked out. She hadn't been sleeping right ever since she had been separated from Shepard, and hadn't had much of an appetite since communications with the rest of the galaxy had gone dark. Coupled with the amount of energy she had used to control and push her biotics in order to generate a massive Singularity and Warp one right after the other, it was of little wonder that the pale maiden's body went limp with exhaustion. She fell backwards, head thumping softly against the bulkhead and there she lay, out cold and with a spilled canister of water seeping into her uniform. But she looked so peaceful laying there, as though she were just sleeping. And in truth her mind really was at peace now that she had some hope to cling to. Tali fixing the engine had given her hope that she would be reunited with her beloved once more. Of course it would take them weeks to get to Earth without the Mass Relays, but that was so much better than their earlier prospects of never seeing one another ever again. Liara just -knew- that Shepard was alive. She had to be.