Dr. Chakwas and Commander Shepard - ScarsShepard sighed contentedly, nudging Chakwas' shoulder with her nose. In response to the nuzzle, Dr. Chakwas flipped onto her side. She caressed Shepard's face, her thumb gently stroking the younger woman's cheek.
She leaned close, her hot breath sending Shepard into shivers as Chakwas slowly planted a soft peck on her lips.
Shepard kissed her more deeply, with sweet, lingering kisses. They were gentle kisses, good morning kisses.
"Hello," murmured Dr. Chakwas with a wry smile.
She fixed a tender kiss on the tip of Shepard's nose. Shepard made a little sigh and flopped on her back. Chakwas eased her torso over Shepard's, her left hand brushing the stray hair from Shepard's face, her right stroking Shepard's arm.
"Thanks, Chakwas," Shepard muttered.
"Of course," Chakwas said in a soft, chuckling voice. She gave Shepard another light kiss. "I've wanted to be with you for years."
A look of consternation crossed Shepard's face.
"The scars didn't faze you?"
The old doctor appeared confused.
Mass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERSMass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERS4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
MASS EFFECT 3 ALTERNATE ENDING *SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY*
**EDIT** Holy crap this got way more attention than I was expecting. The comments and support have been amazing everyone!
A few points: Credit where credit is due; this ending, as much as everyone seems to love it, was only created because the amazing team at Bioware created a universe that was so rich and full of life and detail. As much as I know a lot of fans are hurt by what they did, we need to remember that Bioware still created an incredible trilogy, one of the best ever. So hats off to them all round.
Also, this was written really fast and so the ending (specifically the last part on how you actually win using TIM's signal) isn't very fleshed out. I know there are holes, and they can actually be fixed quite easily. This isn't perfect. Also, this doesn't deal with a 'happy' ending. If there were to be one, or you were to even CONSIDER taking the fourth option, you'd need to be damn ready. I'm talking ALL war assets e
FunhouseThe room was frightfully dark, but it wasn't by necessity. Atmosphere is everything when you're dealing with supervillains. Maybe if the Ace had known this, he wouldn't have been so scared.Funhouse5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I don't think you quite understand what you're messing with," said the blond woman on the other side of the desk. She herself wouldn't have been so frightening either, except for her eyes, black as pitch. Like most of the things in the room, however, of which there consisted the desk, two metal chairs, a concrete wall, and the two inhabitants, the eyes were for atmosphere, and atmosphere alone. "Did you think of what could happen should the two of them ever be found out?"
"No," answered the Ace guardedly.
"The powers that be would not look upon you kindly."
"I didn't have much of a choice."
That summed up most of the current goings-on of the Ace's life at the moment. Here he was, handcuffed, tied, chained, and bound in more ways than he could count to his chair, while the wet dream of a librarian i
Love SoundsLove Sounds7 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Mama?" A tiny voice slipped quietly through the room. Between her and the woman in the bed an impenetrable forest of metal stands, tubes and blinking machinery stood guard.
"Come in sweetheart, it's alright." Her mother's voice warmed the space, shushing the noisy equipment. "Mama's alright baby, come see me."
Clad in a pink dress and knee socks, the girl of no more than five years bravely stepped away from the safety of the door frame. Big blue eyes focused and fixed on her mother lying in the hospital bed, and her legs carried her along that line of focus until she could reach out and touch her hand.
"There, there, Mama's all better now." She held her daughter's hand gently, but firmly. "The doctors made me all better. Come. Climb up here and cuddle with me." She tried her best not to wince, shuffling a little to one side to make room. She held her one arm away so her daughter wouldn't become tangled in the web of cords snaking away from her body.
The girl climbed cautiously up the
Don't Let Go"Rich!"Don't Let Go4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was nothing but silence around her. The air felt strangely...full. Oppressive, like it was pressing in on all sides, choking her. She could barely breathe.
"Rich! Oh God, oh God."
She didn't even recognize her own voice, it seemed foreign to her own ears. Each word spoken was muffled, drowned out by the heavy beat of her heart and her halting footsteps. Every step she took she had to struggle, pushing debris out of the way, sharp pieces of wood and metal scratching her legs as she walked. And she had been walking.
For so long.
She began to wonder if it was her hearing that was the problem, or if her voice was simply giving out. Her heart was growing louder every second. Every terrifying second.
Rich, Rich, oh please, please. Her throat was tearing itself apart, but she needed to find him. She wrapped her arms closer around herself. A piece of cracked, torn metal cut through her shoe and sliced into her foot. She fell. She braced hersel
Sleeping (River/Doctor)He was so tired. Even Time Lords can't go on forever. And there was River, in his bed.Sleeping (River/Doctor)4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Doctor plodded down the Tardis corridor. He was so tired.
He didn't usually get tired. Not like this. But even Time Lords can't go on forever. His eyes blinked and his feet dragged. He was too exhausted even to yawn.
He pushed open his bedroom door and stopped in the doorway. River was curled up in his bed, asleep.
He didn't know how she got in. Maybe she waited until he left and stowed away. Or maybe she'd found some way to materialize inside with her vortex manipulator, although that should have been impossible.
Right at the moment he didn't care. Every once in a while she'd just show up, asleep in his bed.
He pulled his bow tie loose with one heavy hand. He tossed his jacket off carelessly and unwound his arms from his braces. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it loose and kicked off his shoes. He didn't bother with the rest.
He stumbled toward the bed, his eyesight waverin
Genesis"I can't believe it," Dr. Chaos muttered from his side of the king-size bed in their new, tiny, single bedroom apartment. "I still can't." The bed was about all that fit. If Chaos dangled his arm too far out, he'd touch the wall.Genesis5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Can't believe what, sir?" Synergy asked, scooting on her side across the mattress to drape an arm over him.
He sighed. "Don't call me that. Everything, you know? The power... the way I hurt you... that I'm indebted to a hero."
"You're not personally indebted," said Synergy, snuggling up onto his chest. She'd told him that the size of the bed was unnecessary when they bought it, but it was no use arguing with Leo where these things were concerned everything should be bigger, better, more impressive. She'd gotten her way with the apartment, at least. "Daniel saved my life."
"Mm. And because of that fact, I'm more indebted to him than if he'd saved mine."
"It's the truth, mi amor." He kissed her forehead and wrapped hi
82. Can You Hear Me?"What about now?" Liz says in a almost indiscernible whisper, the softness ruined when she begins to giggle soon after. She had never quite understood the expression 'laughter bubbling up', but lately she felt full and happy, and she was laughing before she really knew what she was doing. Rich grins back at her, his softly glowing green eyes moving fondly across her face.82. Can You Hear Me?4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Still yes." He murmurs into her ear, his smile tickling her skin as he places a kiss underneath.
"And now?" Her voice is softer still, barely audible to her own ears.
"Yes." His lips brush up and down her neck almost curiously. "Though it behooves me to tell you, Elizabeth, that in such close proximity to you this is hardly a legitimate experiment, nor will the results be satisfactory."
"Hey, buddy, that's not pillow talk."
"The meaning of that phrase eludes me." He says, his arm shifting around her waist with purpose and pulling her close on the sheets.
"You can't use that excuse every time. You knew what 'friends w
SpaceSpace7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The orbiter had touched down at Vandenberg, and Lewis and a dozen others had flown cargo the thirty minutes to San Francisco airport. They trudged in from the tarmac in loose formation out of habit, unprepared for the crowds in the terminal.
The debriefing team had talked about friction, that the religious right had taken offense to their involvement in the colony war.
There was an awkward moment when the soldiers met the seething mass of people, unsure if there would be familiar faces, confused by the angry looks and rumbled undercurrent of discontent.
Murderers, a lone voice lit the fuse, causing the crowd to erupt into a cacophonic barrage of unfettered hatred.
The soldiers had faced more threatening forces, but here, at home, unarmed and unprepared, they could do nothing but close ranks and retreat to safety.
Police raised riot shields as picketers raised placards, the two groups squaring off as the tired soldiers slipped away through the terminal.
Lewis took the shuttl
Whining About WineFrom the prompt: "You know how Eleven is always spitting out his wine, how about a story where River tries to find a wine that the Doctor likes and succeeds."Whining About Wine4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He took a sip, made a face, and spat it out.
He looked mournfully down into his glass. "Elderberry wine. I thought for sure I'd like elderberry!" he wailed, pulling a huge frowny face like a child denied cookies.
River laughed at him and handed him a baguette. "It's not the end of the world, Sweetie."
"But I used to love wine!" he whined. He tore a chunk off the loaf and chewed vengefully, using it to get the taste out of his mouth. He swallowed and waved the rest of the loaf at her. They were dining at a little outdoor cafe in 1860's Paris. People bustled past on their own business, some of them in bustles.
"Maybe your taste buds have changed," River said, delicately spooning up a lovely consommé. A small jaunty hat was perched on her head.
The Doctor drew his attention from the delightful picture she m
FFM 19: Corruption < Corrupted Data: “CaptainsNotes107.ecr” >FFM 19: Corruption3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
< Recovery/Decryption: 12% Successful >
< Compiling Text . . . . . . >
< 1713h, SDQ2, July 31, 2208, Anno Domini >
Completed transcription of official reports regarding the temple on TS-014, and the recovered artifact. Radiation interference prevents transmission to home base, but the timestamp will confirm that I did my duty in a reasonable timeframe. Long day. No life on TS-014, despite our best hopes and signs of a previous civilization. Sgt. Dalassen’s scans report unidentified emanations from the artifact; Dalassen nearly contradicted me in front of the engineering crew when I ordered Lt. Gabras to bring it into the cargo... < data corrupt > ...omorrow, our Mission continues. Despite setbacks, the Lord has blessed me with this station, and I’m proud to be the Captain of the Prester John.
Double BlindDouble Blind4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Dr. Darius from the Psychology lab walked along the line of students to Dr. Thorne's adjacent Bio lab, reaching the door just as it opened to emit a thin wiry girl with a pale face and electric blue irises. She paused only a second before stepping around him, offering a shy 'Excuse me sir', under her breath.
"Next." Thorne's voice was unmistakable from within the lab.
"Just a second," Darius held back the next student in line, evoking an irritated but acquiescent huff from the towering young man, "won't be a minute," Darius added as he entered the lab and closed the door.
"Release signed?" Thorne spoke without looking up. "Payment in order?"
"What on earth are you playing at?" Darius startled Thorne with the question, causing him to look up from the notepad on which he was busy typing notes.
"Playing? I'm not playing, I'm researching."
Darius closed the distance between them, admiring the majesty of the contraption that filled the desk beside the gray haired engineer. "I hear they're n
FFM 2013, July 19 - Collaboration challenge<Start of autotranscription (© 2205 WordlessBook)>FFM 2013, July 19 - Collaboration challenge3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
<New file name: “Captain's Log”>
<New tag: “Audiolog # 1562”>
<File type: audio recording>
<Recording initated at 1936h, SDQ2, September 27, 2230, Anno Domini>
This is Captain Basil Nicaeae, of the SS Manuel I Comnenus. We are currently in orbit around an unnamed class two star just outside quadrant two, in uncharted space, rough estimate relative to 1WR-Wolfram: 16 hours 45 minutes Right Ascension and -15 degrees 12 minutes declination. We are currently attached by airlock to the SS Prester John, who was at the time in a deteriorating orbit. Orbit now stabilized.
When we started tracking the radio signal trace left by the SS Prester John over two years ago, in the year of our lord 2228, we never expected to find her like this. The ship itself, once the envy of the entire Missionary Fleet, appeared largely undamaged until we circled it once: its
18.07.12Max had waited for this moment since the day he’d been first activated. So what if the Council had subsequently determined that his model was too unstable for actual combat and repurposed them as crossing guards. Max had been created to be a hero, and no amount of reprogramming was going to stand in his way.18.07.124 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Granted, his first two attempts hadn’t gone exactly as planned. There was no one to actually save in the first fire he set. He made sure there were at least five in the second, but some dumb X9 model had beaten him to it and got all the credit. Not this time, though. This time had been perfect. Plenty of heartstring-tugging potential victims, the nearest X9 units experiencing temporary technical difficulties, and a news crew with a perfectly timed tip.
And it’d worked. Exactly as planned. In the end, he’d only gotten out four of the twenty, but t
Megatron x OC (Submission for Contest)She trembled in the chains she was held in, her spark sinking as she realized help wasn't going to come. Biting her lip, she looked down, trying not to let anyone see the tears that welled in her optics, threatening to fall to the ground. She couldn't blame the Autobots for not coming; fliers weren't bots they just weren't. Her wings drooped as much as the chains would allow as she sighed and sniffled slightly, wishing she could wipe away the tears.Megatron x OC (Submission for Contest)4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The door slid open and she tensed, not looking up, knowing from the heavy footsteps just who it was, biting back a whimper of fear. Megatron stopped in front of her and smirked. She would be an excellent addition to his army once she was reprogrammed of course. He turned to Shockwave who was standing at attention.
"You may begin." He walked away as Shockwave smirked and stepped forward, his optic flashing. The door slid closed as the femme screamed in fear and pain.
Less than a week later, Megatron looked down at the kneeling fi
Clockwork GirlTwirl, twirl, twirl.Clockwork Girl8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The first time I opened my eyes, I saw my father. When I reached out for him, my joints squeaked and creaked and my arms jittered.
That was his first word to me.
He took off his glasses and left the room cleaning them. That left me alone, in the dark, listening to spiders clicking and clacking inside my head. They frightened me. I wanted my father.
When I tried to move my legs, I found that I had none. It was disconcerting, but not an impassable obstacle. I used my arms and my fingers to drag my body across the floor, until I met the door. It was disconcerting, but not an impassable obstacle. I broke the door and passed through.
I heard running steps above me. Then the steps ran down the stairs. My father appeared. He saw me and staggered back.
“Hmm,” I said. “Hmm. Hmm.”
My father approached me and I reached out for him. We both jittered.
He swung a wrench at me and all the spiders stopped.
Recovered Audio Log 1[LacunaMail Message Cache: Eng Sgt. Ariadne Dalassen- SS Prester John]Recovered Audio Log 13 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
[2128h, SDQ2, August 05, 2208, Anno Domini]
Hey honey. Sorry I'm late. I mean, you won't get this for weeks anyway, but I know how worried you get. I got stuck in engineering explaining to idiots why it's not a big deal when we lose ablative plating. It's ablative. That's like, the entire point. They freak out about it every time we breach atmos.
I mean, yes, ideally the port side shield generator would be working properly. But that's just how these things go, it's a missionary ship. When you're off the charts this long things get worn out. She's built to last though. This old boat's doing pretty well all things considered, it's the people inside I worry about. Less and less people turning up to prayers... and some people are acting really, seriously odd. You know I caught Gabras praying to that thing the other night? And the glare he gave me! As if it wasn't bad enough just sitting there
Star Wars: The Darkness Within, the Light Without“NO!” Kahan shouted as the saber sank into Hanabi's stomach.Star Wars: The Darkness Within, the Light Without3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He split his blades and slashed his way through the militiamen between himself and Hanabi just in time to throw his blades aside and catch her as she fell, a look of utter shock on her face.
“M—Master...it hurts....” she murmured weakly.
Kahan nodded gently, barely in control of the emotions raging within him.
“Just hang on a moment, hold on Hanabi.” he brought his com online. “Sly! Get back to my ship and get Triage!”
“Sir?” the clone trooper asked in confusion.
“DO IT NOW TROOPER! Hanabi is hurt!”
Sly didn't ask again, severing the link as Kahan ran his hand over Hanabi's pained features.
“It'll be okay.”
She nodded, trying to smile.
“D—don't worry Master...I—I think I'm going to be alright.” she winced, clenching her teeth and smiled at him. “Promise me something?” she murmured as her eyelids flutte
eugenics in bulkBy the time she was twelve they had already decided she would marry a man who could run a five minute mile and speak seven languages. They chose her a husband the same way they had chosen her eyes and her legs and the pale freckles that interrupted her nose - the same way their parents had designed their children and arranged their marriages, strategic.eugenics in bulk2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her father called her petite reine. He owned an antique chess board carved from ebony wood and maple. Some days she'd sneak into the library, pry open the old chequered box and pick out one of the queens, and she'd turn it round and round, searching for imperfections. It was a plain, ugly thing, huge and fat in her tiny grasp. She had wondered if he thought of her this way.
She wondered the same now.
Her hands were not her own. A businessman in a white coat had grown them slender and strong, built her carbon fiber bones and nails like arrowheads. Her mother reminded her of this when the
FFM Day 19: Collaboration Challenge - Part 2<<<<Previous Evidence Log>>>>FFM Day 19: Collaboration Challenge - Part 23 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
[Med-Bay of the SS Prester John]
[Dr. I. Laskaris Private Logs]
[0600h, SDQ2, August 07, 2208, Anno Domini]
I injected Lt. Gabras with a second dose of sedative this morning at 0530h. Couldn’t sleep for the screaming, perhaps not the most ethical use of medication, but I swear the man delights in causing me pain. Two days in his company and already I am weary beyond measure. I do not understand this sudden change he has exhibited, his mental state is increasingly unstable and he grows more wrathful with each passing hour. He is locked in one of the containment bays, a guard has been posted, and he is heavily restrained, yet still I do not feel safe.
The other subjects have displayed similar aberrations in behavior, but none as violent as the act perpetrated by Lt. Gabras. If more crew are afflicted we will soon be unable to separate or contain t
Sons and FathersSons and Fathers4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Stuart lost his footing scrambling over the shattered garden wall and fell, hard. As he struggled to his feet, his head still ringing from the tumble his pursuer caught him up and knocked him back down harder still.
"You frickin bastard," Stuart spat blood and dust, rolling away from a second blow as the infantryman swung the butt-end of his rifle down, narrowly missing him. Managing to get some traction in the rubble, he sat up as best he could and shuffled backwards, the seat of his pants dragging in the dirt, hands and feet scrabbling for purchase until his shoulders met the outer wall of the car shed, and there he stopped.
The soldier stayed still, its seven plus feet of arms and legs bent at obtuse angles as it crouched low to the ground, watching, waiting.
There was a throaty gargling noise, with a tinny mechanical voice following in broken English a few moments out of sync.
"Show other soldier units." The tall figure leaned forward, shuffling its feet and free hand to keep balan
Queen Part 1 Sarah sighed to herself. She sat alone in the empty diner. She should have been happy, it was her 18th birthday and she was officially an adult. But being an orphan, it meant that she had a hard life ahead of her. This was the first morning she could remember that she didn't wake up and eat breakfast in the familiar orphanage kitchen. All she knew was her name was Sarah Candace Love and she didn't know what to do next with her life.Queen Part 16 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She stood up and brushed the crumbs from her measly breakfast off of her shirt. She was wearing a white short-sleeved V-Neck t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. She was quite pretty, tan skin with bright green eyes and long chocolate brown hair. She was busty, with breasts a bit too large for her double d bra. Her hips were wide with a nice round butt that looked perfect in her jeans. She had a bit of a paunch in her stomach but it was nearly never noticed with her breasts taking most of the attention.
Ink and Blackberry JuiceDaniel was a liar after all.Ink and Blackberry Juice5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"He'll be fine," he'd said, with that deceitful hand on her shoulder. And tears streamed down her face, and she replayed, in shock, over and over, the last seconds, seeing the night swallow the glittering aftertaste of Leo's emerald eyes.
Being tossed from a fifth-story window, it turned out, had killed him anyway.
Indeed, demigod blood or no, superintelligence be damned, Leo was dead.
In his place... what? Arawn? He ought to take a different name. He was a liar, too changed man. He was Leo. But he was not her Leo.
His eyes, though, the cold light green, his gleaming, unruly black hair, clean and messy at the same time had he ever brushed it once in his life? And his smile. Full of ego, promise, power... love. Full of so many things. He was the same.
And yet his essence itself had gone away that night, maybe bled out on the pavement in the place of veins that did not spill their contents, bon
Memories, Light the Corners of our MindsMemories, Light the Corners of our Minds2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lucas Three sat in the coffee shop long after she left, long after the people that had watched the scene play out had moved on. He sat for hours after she'd calmly, mercilessly ended their three year relationship with a calculated precision of language that even he couldn't have delivered more succinctly.
"This has been fun, really, it's been fantastic, but you knew this was never going to last." She didn't touch her latte, which was never a good sign.
"You're never going to get old, and I'm going to age out and die. At some point you're going to leave me for someone younger, and by then I'll be too old to find anyone to love me and I'll simply die alone." Her hands flew about the space in front of her as she spoke. He often wondered if she were forced to keep her hands in her pockets, would she be able to speak at all? He smiled at that thought, and the smiling caused him pain.
"Already my friends find you 'quaint', and your friends look upon me as some kind of lesser thing. Janson Fo
Water of LifeWater of Life10 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It had been eighteen years since they'd seen their home world. Eighteen years since the earth had lain before them vibrant and blue. They had come home, and brought with them the water of life, salvation for a world in need. They'd left a desperate band of men with a mission, journeyed the stars as beggars, then thieves, and ultimately destroyers to return home to be heroes.
'Orbital control, this is the Lazarus on return approach, we're inbound heavy looking for our vector, over'
Nothing but silence greeted their request.
Earth was being consumed by a terrible plague when they had left, a plague that destroyed the infected from the inside. The doctors needed fresh blood, in great quantities in order to transfuse, and to synthesize the antibodies that had been cleaned from their blood through the generations. They had dug up a horrific judgement of a great many years ago, and no one was immune anymore. A disease their ancestors would have thought nothing of now st