Ever had one of those days where you wake up and think: Where the hell am I?

Well, I doubt you have ever had a day like mine…

I woke up slowly, getting annoyed over the beeping of my alarm clock. I had been sleeping real heavy that night and it was going to take me some time to fully wake up, but on auto-pilot I rolled over and reached out for the silencer button. But the more I tried to reach it, the more aware did I become.

Something wasn't right here…

The beeping was in a steady pattern, constant, never changed, and my clock always gets more and more aggressive the longer you let it beep. And then there was my bed. I'm used to a large bed where I can sprawl out and just reach each side with my fingertips… Here? I had barely rolled over before I felt an edge.

Something definitely wasn't right here…

I gave up on stopping the beeping and rolled back, slowly letting my eyes adjust to the light. The room was tall, white and on my left was a huge panorama window, but it had been darkened, so I wouldn't get a shock when waking up.

I took in my environments.

Medical equipment, screens, something that looked like a laptop and little else was in the room. I looked at myself only to find various machines hooked to me, and I began to understand where the beeping had come from and why.

A door on my right opened and a doctor came in. She looked familiar somehow.

"Ah, you're awake. Good, I was actually hoping you would be. There are so many things we need to talk about." She said and came over, some sort of frame in her hand. My eyes must have played with me for I seemed to be able to see letters in the middle of the frame…

"How are you feeling?" she asked and I turned my head to the side. I really hated when people asked me that…

"What happened?" I asked instead, trying to get a sense at where I was. I remembered a sound, hissing breaks, a couple of headlights blinded me and then… Ugh, my head hurt just by trying to think about.

"We don't really know. You were found on the street, unconscious, but judging from your injuries it seems like you've been hit by a car." She informed.

Found on the streets?

Could I really have been hit by a car and then walked away from it all, ending up unconscious on the street? I couldn't wrap my head around that. It seemed impossible…

"How bad?" I asked.

"A small concussion, three pressed ribs, and a few bruises and burns. Nothing that won't heal in a matter of a few weeks. You were lucky." She assured me, so I closed my eyes and tried to sleep a little. I was too tired to think about what had really happened, to think about family, and even if I did they were probably not allowed to see me yet, or they would have been here.

"Tired?" she asked and I hummed, wishing she would just shut up and let me sleep.

"Could be the concussion… I'll have to run a few scans."

Scans?

That had me thinking and as I turned my head towards her my eyes widened slightly. The orange glow around her left arm was unmistakably an Omni-tool.

But… that isn't possible! Is this a trick?!

My thoughts were running in circles and I began to breathe really heavy and fast. The doctor noticed.

"Are you alright?" she asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Could you… please clear the window? I'd like to look outside…" I said, lightly trembling, feeling like my ribs were pressing even more down on my lungs, making it difficult for me to speak and breathe.

She nodded none the less, went to the window, pressed a button and slowly did the dark blanket disappear from the large glass, allowing me to see the most beautiful and terrifying view I had ever seen.

The Citadel…

I began to rise from my bed, ignoring pain, cables and wires attached to me, and simply felt like I was being pulled away from everything I knew. My memory was gone like that, I wasn't thinking, wasn't listening, not until she called a nurse to help her contain me.

I looked at the creature as the door swung open, and that did the last for me.

My eyes blackened, my knees weakened and I collapsed on the floor, still fully conscious though. The doctor kneeled at my side, while the creature took place on my other.

Turian… he's… a Turian…

They gave me something to calm down on, and though my body relaxed, my mind was still fully engaged in thoughts and as the Turian helped me on my feet again, I stared at his hold on my arm, following up to his face.

"What?" he asked, and for the first time his voice made it to my ears very clearly. I suddenly reached up and slowly planted a fingertip on his nose. He looked at me questionably, but he made no attempt to move as I explored his face, running a finger along his nose, over his cheek and down his mandible, which flexed lightly in my touch.

I couldn't even begin to understand that this was really happening to me. I was actually standing, nearly chest-to-chest, with a Turian and the only thing that ran through my mind was… fuck…

I felt lightheaded, my legs suddenly giving in, and I was dragged closer to him in order to keep me stabile and upright.

"Easy now, Miss…"

I barely heard him. The steady beat beneath my ear and the deep inhale of his lungs pushed me in the direction of fainting, and as I looked up at him, the last thing I remember thinking was:

This can't be real…

Then everything went black for me.

I woke up tugged into a bed again with the feeling of having lost time, and not knowing how much. The beeping of various machines hooked to me told me I was indeed on a hospital, but what about the episode I had? Was that Turian a dream? Or had my life really taken a very drastic change?

Over the beeping I heard a light humming, so I turned my head, my heart beating away both in fear and excitement, and I felt it burst in both ways as the slender Salarian was spotted by my eyes. A small high pitched sound escaped my lips as I realized he was really there.

"Ah. You're awake. Good. We were beginning to fear we might have drugged you too much. How are you feeling?" he asked and came closer to me. Those large eyes of theirs are much large in person and they're much more built like a stick than they appear in the game.

Tears began to flow from my eyes, making him concerned about me.

"Are you in pain? Miss?"

A hand squeezed mine. This was all too real for me to comprehend and right now I couldn't do anything but cry.

The Salarian suddenly sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed a tissue and gently wiped my tears away. I looked at him, but he simply kept going, smiling heartily when my tears seemed to stop.

"I understand you're confused right now. So are we, but we'll get you back on your feet. You'll see. You're not alone here." He said and gently stroked my cheek.

I would have risen up and hugged him tight if it wasn't for the pain beginning to form in my chest and the headache I was beginning to get. I whimpered quietly. Apparently the drugs were wearing off.

I turned my head and closed my eyes, suddenly feeling tired. I knew this had to be the concussion, but since it was only a small one it shouldn't affect my sleep or much else.

"Oh, before you go back to sleep again." he said and I opened an eye, slightly looking at him. "I'd like to have your name, miss. Your full name, so we can contact your family and check your records."

I had nearly reacted on automatic when I began to think. If I told them my full name, my real full name, wouldn't they get suspicious? A human doesn't live much over a hundred years and if my thoughts were right, then I would appear to be nearly two hundred years old.

So I did the only thing I could think off. I kept my mouth shut.

The Salarian looked at me, waiting.

"Miss? Miss, please. I need your name."

There was a tone of pleading in his voice and it tore in my heart. But if I told him the truth, what would they think? Humans couldn't live for so long, so they would probably send me to some kind of lab to test me and try to find out what had made me able to live for such a long time.

I didn't want to end up as a lab rat, but keeping quiet wasn't going to work on him either.

"I don't have any…" I finally said and at first he began to type, but then stopped and looked at me. I could feel his stare.

"Don't have a name? You… you're an orphan?" he asked, but not even that I would answer. Thoughts and possible scenarios were running in my head. How was I gonna survive here? Why was I even here? How could fate be so cruel on me? What had I done to deserve this?

"Hmm… You might have hit your head harder than we first thought." The Salarian said and then began to walk towards the door. "I'll come back later. Try and get some rest." He said and disappeared before I could even open my mouth. I rather wanted something to eat than sleep, but soon I closed my eyes and tried anyhow.

Maybe when I woke up again, I would be home…

I wasn't…

And after having woken up in the same place a few times over, I finally came to terms with being in the one universe I loved and feared more than anything. I could beg and plead, but it wasn't gonna change, and so I started to think about my family. Was I the only one here, or had fate decided to take my entire family, parents and siblings? If so, why weren't they here? Had they been sent to different locations? Were they even on the Citadel? Or had they been placed somewhere terrible? I started to think about what could happen if my mother ended up on Tuchanka or Palaven or Kahje. She would freak more than ever before, possibly faint and/or scream at anyone who came close to her. My father would probably try to communicate with who he thought might have information. He would be calm, I was sure of it, but the rest of my family? Technically, I was the only one who knew this universe like I had been born into it, but to everyone else it would be a shock of their life.

I was given peace for a few days, at least until they thought the worst of my concussion was over. Then I had been given to C-Sec. Physically, I was doing good. There were still things I couldn't do, like running and that sort of things, but there was no need for it either, so why did I worry?

Because I was about to make the worst mistake of my life…

As expected, C-Sec began to question me about who I was, where I came from, where my family was and how I had been found on the street, etc. Most of their questions I couldn't even answer and those that got too close on my life, I wouldn't. Not the best thing to do, I know, but I was already seen as an enemy in their eyes because of my eye color.

The first time I had used the bathroom at the hospital I had screamed when I saw myself in the mirror. It certainly didn't look like me. My hair was still long and slightly brown, but there was more golden to it. My forehead felt thicker, my nose was different, like a mix between human and a Drell, and my eyes had changed from blue to amber. Furthermore, I had some sort of blackness around the edges of my eyes, and at the corners of my lower lip. I had grown fangs, my nails were tougher and some of the Turian nurses had actually told me I growled and purred like a Turian. And with most of C-Sec being Turian officers it was hard to find one who would not notice this. I tried, really tried, to hide, but that only made them more suspicious about me. And somehow I ended up as an interesting subject to even executor Pallin.

I was being interrogated for the fifth time in a week by a Turian and Asari officer.

"Look, we've been through this over and over. There has to be more you can tell us." The Turian said, trying to work his way in with sweet words, and despite I have a weakness for them I couldn't get myself to answer. He kneeled down beside me.

"I can see you're scared, but you can't be harmed here. We want to protect you, and if there's someone after you…"

The door opened and we all three looked at the Turian coming in. Both officers saluted their superior, who nodded and then looked at me.

"And how are things going in here?" executor Pallin asked, looking at me with a look that made me shrink in my seat, tense up and behave like a frightened cat.

"No change, sir. She simply won't talk." The Turian said, making the Asari huff.

"Would be easier if we just beat the information out of her." She said, and the Turian said something, but I wasn't interested in their conversation. Pallin was coming closer at me, making me sink more and more, and finally I let out a strange whimpering sound that brought both Turians' attention straight at me.

"Did she just…?" the officer asked, but no one answered. My eyes were fixed on Pallin, my ears felt like they hurt and there was a tingling sensation in my belly that had me whimpering and my lower jaw trembled. I felt intimidated, but I honestly didn't understand why or how come.

Pallin never released his hold on me.

"Sergeant! Bring this woman to the med clinic and tell them to test her in every possible way. I want a detailed report on all of her reflexes, abilities and a DNA profile." He suddenly said, turned and the feeling disappeared.

I blinked.

Whatever had just happened, had been beyond my comprehension, and apparently no one was told the full story. The sergeant did as he was told to, brought me to a med clinic and told them to do a full examination of me, with everything possible tested. I was still confused, but after a few tests I realized something had to be horribly wrong if this was done to me. The tests they asked for wasn't simple tests like you would get at a normal doctor, no. These were very detailed, I had various scans done of me and after my questions had been ignored for hours, I finally snapped.

A human doctor came in to get yet another blood test from me, but instead of giving my arm to them, I withdrew and growled. He stared at me.

"Come on, girl. Don't make a problem out of this." He said and reached for my arm, but jumped back as I roared a warning, and growled again, barring my teeth. The Turian C-Sec officer was on his feet in an instant, observing as the doctor regained his nerve and came closer on me again.

"You won't get anything from me, until I know what's going on." I growled and shot a quick look at the officer. The doctor reached for me again, and again I withdrew, growling harder.

"We just need a few more tests, and then we have our results. So, give me your arm…"

I withdrew.

"You've been telling me that for the past five times you've come here to get a blood sample. Now I demand to get some answers!" I said.

The doctor looked me over, and then smirked.

"You can't demand shit. You're nothing more than an experiment. Now, be a good test subject, and give me your arm." He said, making me growl in anger.

"Go to hell!" I yelled, grabbed his arm and dragged him forward, slamming my head against his. At least I knew my forehead was thicker than a regular human.

The officer had drawn his weapon and for some reason I just reacted, grabbed the nearest thing and threw it at him. I barely recognized the doctor as he went flying against the Turian. I just ran!

I hadn't been running for long before I heard shouting behind me and as I stopped to look, I saw three or four C-Sec officers coming after me. I panicked.

Running for my life in a thin shirt, lose pants and no shoes, weren't the best idea, but what could I do? I had to find some answers and obviously they weren't gonna give them to me.

I heard them shout for people to try and stop me, but I managed to run right past them until a Turian managed to grab my arm and force me back. I squirmed and fought the best I could to get free, but he had a strong grip on my arm. I spotted soft skin and instantly my teeth sank into his flesh. He roared in pain, released me and while he was busy with his new wound, I ran again. I could hear him yelling behind me. "That bitch bit me!"

I was beginning to tire, the pain from my bended ribs flared up again and on my way down some stairs I tripped over my own feet, falling straight down at the Turian who was on his way up the stairs. I knocked him back and we both landed at the feet of the stairs, groaning in pain and surprise. When I rose up my left cheek burned and when I touched it, I knew I had scraped it pretty badly.

Well, here's your blood sample… I thought as I saw blood on my fingers. I was probably also going to have a few bruises and others, but at the moment I couldn't think about my injuries.

I came to look at the unfortunate victim to my fall.

The dark plates, the white markings, the green eyes and his choice of armor gave me a hint of who I could have stumbled in to, but I couldn't believe it.

"Knocked over by a human… that's a first." the Turian below me said. He suddenly looked up at me and as our gaze met, everything else just melted away. Looking him in the eyes had been the same as looking at Pallin; expect this didn't feel like he was trying to intimidate me.

We stayed on the floor, until two sets of hands yanked me away from him and it made me roar in anger for being disturbed. I fought, but a sharp pain in my left arm made me stop struggling, and instead I simply admitted defeat. Two C-Sec officers held me while a third handcuffed me and a fourth helped my Turian-landing-pad on his feet.

"Are you alright, sir?" the Asari asked, but he wasn't even looking at her. I noticed him looking at me, so I mentally sent a prayer, asking him to help me, but when I realized how silly that was, I lowered my head and whimpered low. The officers took me away, possibly to be locked up for resisting arrest and assault on civilians…