Trespasser One Shot. Burning. That's the only thing her mind knew. It was the type of burning that one would snatch their hand away from, wiggling off the licks of flames on the nerves. She couldn't move her arm though, someone was forcing her hand over the most intense fire. Maker, please, make it stop. She was trapped, her mind was a slave to her own skull.

Serena Cousland comes to terms with her decision to send Alistair to do the old god baby ritual with Morrigan. While she knows it was the right thing to do, part of her wishes she could have been selfish, just this once. PSA: If you don't like a whole ton of fluff, you best click away because there's about to be some unicorns up in here.

Post ME3; Destroy Ending. Hesitantly, Garrus brought his talon to Shepard's face. He used his first and second fingers to hold her chin and bring her eyes back to his. "You're not alone in this. Not anymore. I'll make you remember, no matter what" his blue eyes bored into hers, strong with his conviction. He heard her breath catch and there were footsteps in the distance.

One Shot. Post ME2; Coming back from a suicide mission alive truly made something predominantly clear to the commander; death is tangible and real but it was avoidable. Shepard knew that better than anyone. She never believed in luck either. Luck was a myth; coincidences were more like it. She was in the right place at the right time, she was the right person that Cerberus wanted.