in which Shepard gets checked out

Commander Shepard sat on the table kicking her feet. Dr. Chakwas got up from her desk and looked at the savor of the galaxy two times over. Shepard keep looking everywhere but at the doctor. Dr. Chakwas smiled slightly then removed it not wanting to make the already nervous commander worse.

"Commander-"

"Please, call me Jane, were not part of the alliance anymore." Shepard finally looked up at Dr. Chakwas.

"Very well then Jane, your results came back but I have a few more questions first." Dr. Chakwas hesitated, she already knew the answer but she had to make sure. "When did you first notice the itching?"

Shepard bit her lip, "uh, about 3 days ago, right after we got back from...I uh have been really busy..." Dr. Chakwas nodded, fighting back a smile at the normally brash outgoing commander's sudden change.

"That was after the Collectors mission?" Dr. Chakwas asked.

"It might have been...itching before but I was so geared for the mission I might not have noticed." Shepard cheeks got a bit pink. Dr. Chakwas picked up the data pad and walked over to her desk. She carefully sat down in the chair, watching Shepard the whole time. Finally she asked "did you have any sexual intercourse in the forty eight hours before you notice the itch?" Dr. Chakwas knew her answer before Shepard opened her mouth, if the blush is any indication.

"uh..." Shepard trailed off remembering.

I put my forehead against Garrus'. then gently ran my hand down his front. Smiling a little as I realize he is cooing. Garrus talons gently running down my back fills me with shivers. I reaches up for the first clasp of-

"Jane?" Dr. Chakwas asked gently.

"Oh fuck, do I have that scale itch?" Shepard blurted out. Dr. Chakwas barked out a laugh, quickly smothering it with the utter look of horror on the commander's face.

"No, no you just have a rash, I would say who, "Dr. Chakwas pause, "ever you where with has a high acidity skin. There is a chance," again she paused, "They, are having a similar problem. All I am going to do is proscribe some anti-itch cream and suggest protection next time"

"you mean we can...I could uh..." Shepard looked helplessly at the doctor,

"yes, just remember to be careful about ingest any fluid" Dr. Chakwas had a bottle of cream to Shepard.

Shepard nodded, "thank you." taking a deep breath Shepard pulling her commander mask back on. She slid off the table and headed for the door, tucking the bottle in her cargo pocket.

"Oh one more thing, Jane" Shepard paused at the door and looked back at the doctor. "Remember that I have the same open door policy you do. Please don't hesitate to use it." Dr. Chakwas smiled.

"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind." Shepard smiled then turned back for the door.

***

Shepard walked in to the main batteries, and pause as the door slid shut behind her and just watched Garrus work. After a few minutes he straighten up and look over at her, "You need anything Commander?"

"Not really," she wander over to the crate and sat down. "Just came to see how you're doing?" she smiled slightly up at him. Garrus walked over and sat next to her on the crates, "I'm doing good, better than good, I uh really enjoyed blowing off steam with you." Garrus looked away from her.

"About that Garrus," she felt him tense up, "uh I got a rash-" Garrus head whipped around his mandible flaring open in surprise, "apparently I am mildly allergic to you. You also might have ah..." this time Shepard looked away.

"I see. No I am fine. " Garrus said leaning back a little. Waiting to see what Shepard would say next. She bit her lip, "it's not bad, kind of like a sunburn down there. " Shepard blushed as she looked up at Garrus, "I wouldn't-"

"Commander we are reaching the Illium docking terminal." Jokers voice cut across her sentence. "on my way Joker" Shepard got up then looking back at Garrus she saw the half hopeful half pained expression on his face. She leaned down and dropped a kiss on his forehead "We'll finish this conversation later, Mo chuisle " she responded, then head for the door.

Mo chuisle = my pulse, can also mean my love. from /cats/people/love/

there is a reason I chose that but I'm not sure if I am going to continue the story ;)

I got the idea for this one from a bit that was mention in passing in Star wars x-wing book. and it keep popping in my head when I heard Mordin give his 'sex talk'