More one sentence fics, continued.

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51. Dance
Oh yes, he had been rather skeptic about it at first, but as she cradles her cheek against his neck and is rewarded with a pleased hum and the tightening of his arm around her lower back, she thinks he could find a surprising amount of enjoyment in dancing.

52. Farewell
Thane swears he can feel his heart stopping when she jumps for the Normandy, limbs flailing in her bid to land in safety; when she gets a hold on the ship, he tugs her up into his arms and holds onto her for dear life; "Siha, please...please don't make me say farewell to you just yet."

53. Magic
Ever since Caelie was a child, she had regarded her own biotic abilities with awe, feeling amazed that she could be responsible for something so strange and wonderful; with her hands clasped in his, sharing a bright glow that bathes the both of them in blue light, she's elated they can share just a little bit of magic.

54. Desire
They came back on the ship after a particularly laborious mission, one that he could tell left them both pent-up with frustrations; when she finally cracked and admitted that she wanted him badly, he shrugged off his jacket and replied, "On the contrary, I don't believe you want me badly enough."

55. Family
She would never breathe a word of it to any of them--most would scoff, others would probably be downright offended--but in her opinion, the crew of the Normandy made for the best family in the universe.

56. Pursuit
He loves to watch her run, unfettered by the bulky weight of her armor; the way her muscles move and shift beneath her skin could captivate him for hours, though it's even better when she invites him to try and catch her.

57. Prey
Sure, she had made a bet with him to see who could make the other surrender first, but as Caelie looked up into his eyes, she had a sinking feeling she'd lost it before she'd even made the suggestion.

58. Hunter
He regarded his quarry from the darkness of the shadows, lips turned up in an almost-grin; before she even knew he was there, he pounced, and her scream could be heard from the deck below--"Th-thane, stop, you know I'm t-too ticklish!"

59. Human
In her opinion, Cerberus had no idea what they were talking about; she was laying next to a masterpiece in motion, a veritable god-like paradigm of a man, and he was supposed to be the alien one?

60. Horizon
Thane had come to learn of the betrayal she'd had to face mere days before she came for him; "If your former comrade still believes in you, she will join your side again, in time"--the reassurance had not been what she wanted to hear, but he knew she would still cling to the small hope.

61. Ghost
Sometimes, under the influence of the hallucinogens from oral contact with him, Caelie can see the faint images of her mother, her father, the slain soldiers on Akuze, like ghosts on the frayed edges of her technicolor vision; she never mentions it to him for fear he would do anything to keep her from the pain--she just clings tightly to him until the shadows go away again.

62. Fragile
To call her fragile would be a hideous affront, especially given her accomplishments and innate strength, but she does show him how vulnerable she can be, and the significance of that kind of trust will always be secret and safe with him.

63. Searching
She was always searching; searching for more people to add to the team, for more leads on the Collectors, for more reasons to run and continue and live; at least, for the latter, she had an answer in him.

64. Paradise
Kahje was considered by many to be a paradise of the galaxy, even in the domed cities necessary for the drell lifestyle; still, it could not compare to the euphoria he felt in the quiet of the commander's quarters, nestled comfortably in her arms.

65. Flesh
His skin felt pebbly, rough and smooth all at the same time beneath her lips, tongue and fingertips, each touch sending a tingling sensation all the way up and down her spine; her vision swam with hues of sage and verdigris, overloading her senses, though luckily she had his careful limbs to cradle her on through.

66. Fate
A body resigned to death, long after the mind had gone, shoved fiercely--if not violently--back into the fray of life; he often wondered whether the disruption had been fated or if she had decided to take matters into her own hands.

67. War
Dealing with the Council and their incessant ignorance never failed to be a difficult trial for her, but she felt she deserved a pat on the back for being able to effectively retort to their questions on a conference call when Thane was grinning against her bare thigh.

68. Duel
He was never the first to ask, though he would always humor her when she did; the hours they spent together sparring in the cargo hold would help alleviate the stress she felt from the bureaucracy around her, and he could stand a few bruises to see peace in her demeanor.

69. Message
The e-mail from her--former?--friend had served as both a branch for peace and a solemn condemnation; she shoved the old photo of her beloved crew away and cried for a long while--she would not let him see her tears, but she had a feeling he'd pick up on her emotions far too easily anyway.

70. Prayer
"Arashu, goddess of motherhood and protection, grant your aegis; a precious siha, one of your most treasured, embarks on a dangerous campaign--let her wrath and yours strike swift and true, that she may finish the battle satisfied and safe."

71. Ocean
When she closed her eyes to sleep, the words from the chain letter she'd read upwards of fifteen times since she'd received it burned behind her eyes; she dreamed of laying in an ocean while the Enkindlers passed her by, never once touching her--she woke to find she'd cried, and when Thane asked why, she couldn't muster out an answer.

72. Lost
Her rage and anguish had been so palpable, Thane had simply wanted to gather her up in his arms to soothe her grieving, but she'd shut herself off in the comm room with Joker, the Cerberus agents and Mordin; he sat in the deathly quiet mess hall and clasped his hands tightly on the table, trying to ignore his vague sense of loss.

73. Grave
At the start, she'd been rather put off by how serious he was, always sitting by himself in Life Support and answering her questions politely, but remaining distant; after they'd both started opening to each other, she'd been quite relieved to find he had a pretty wicked sense of humor and pleasantry, even if it was subtle.

74. Child
He had wanted to save his son from the dark path into which he'd strayed, though he had never even begun to fathom being able to speak with him again; he takes a moment to wipe away an errant tear and smiles--"Soon, Kolyat, I want to formally introduce you to the woman who made this possible for us."

75. Wings
Caelie cupped her hands together and watched the butterfly land neatly in her palms, her eyes filled with wonder at the sight of champagne-colored wings delicately dusting against her fingers--so great was her sense of awe that she didn't sense another pair of eyes nearby, appraising her with as much reverence as she gave the tiny creature.

76. Sand
He digs his toes into the sand beneath his feet and takes a breath of air, deeper than any he's had in years; the light feels like a cleansing glow--if there did exist an Eden, an Arcadia or Shangri-La in the universe, he's found it in Shepard's cozy apartment on Intai'sei.

77. Smile
She really has no idea what she said that was so funny, but when his shoulders start to shake from laughter and his lips part into such a wide grin he actually shows his teeth, her heart stutters in her chest and she feels like she's a flustered teenager all over again.

78. Fear
While the human Reaper may not be the amalgamation of thousands of his own dead people, the thought of its origins sends a disgusted shudder down his spine; when he glances over at her and realizes she is meant to be the keystone for the abomination, the normally unshakable assassin feels as if he's going to be deathly ill.

79. Sleep
To watch him sleep was a wonder in itself; though he was markedly more relaxed when he gave himself to slumber, there was still a certain tenseness to his body, like he was always ready for an intruder; Caelie curls herself against his chest and sighs contentedly when she feels his arm shift to hold her, glad to know he could still differentiate between friend and foe.

80. Touch
He had protested quite emphatically, putting together eloquent phrases and poignant remarks to get her to see things his way, but his voice gave way to a strained groan when her fingertips kneaded at the soft skin of his lower abdomen; she cradled her face into his neck and chuckled, "Just shut up and let me touch you."

81. Surrender
Despite her tendency to be optimistic, much of her life had been an uphill struggle to come out on top, whether the 'combatant' in question was her own father, the Alliance, Cerberus or the terrifying threats against the galaxy; it comes as an overwhelming relief when she can collapse into his arms and surrender to her own selfish needs.

82. Unity
Even when knocked flat on the ground, Thane admired her sheer force of will in battle; just as she stands to vault herself back into the firefight, he grabs her back to swipe a medigel-coated thumb across a small cut on her brow; for a moment, her expression softens, and she swoops in to kiss his cheek--"Thank you"--before pushing on into the fray.

83. Comrade
She'd been living in a fairly constant state of uneasiness for several months, feeling hopeful with each person who's loyalty she'd gained, but knowing their death would probably end up resting on her shoulders; she looks around the ship at her crew as they return from the Omega relay, tired and traumatized as they are, and promises eternal gratitude to whomever or whatever made sure she'd gotten all her comrades out alive.

84. Ashes
The crew had swarmed her as soon as she stepped back onto the Normandy, checking her for any injuries procured during her suspenseful recon of the MSV Estevanico, preventing Thane from seeing her; later, together in Life Support, he wipes a layer of soot from her face, revealing her freckled cheeks--"like your mythological phoenix from the ashes," he quips, amusement hiding his underlying worry.

85. Ancient
Much as Caelie had hated the constant dreams and nightmares that constantly plagued her both before and after her death, she'd felt a kindred spirit with the Protheans--they lingered there in the back of her mind, victims she could not save but who did their best to help her, through the good and bad--so while she'd said nothing when they discovered the Protheans' true fate, it had felt like a very personal friend had betrayed her somehow.

86. Passion
For ten long years, there'd been little, if anything, to be passionate about; the assassinations had been merely through the will of others, his reading and studies were more out of necessity and as an alleviation for some of the monotony; he feels her nails rake down his back and presses her to the wall, looking down into chartreuse-colored eyes--he swears he can see a perfect mirror of his own newly awakened passion in her.

87. Lotion
Though she'd been using salves, oils and lotions for years, it had always been just for herself, and she had no idea how to go about massaging them into someone else; she slips her hands along scaled shoulders, marveling at the curious sensation of overly slick skin on skin, and makes a mental note to ask Mordin for a bit more of his helpful explanation later.

88. Advice
"And she really hates it if you grab at her neck without warning--," Thane held up a hand to stop the turian from continuing, the slightest disgruntled expression creasing his brow, "While I appreciate the...advice, Garrus, I am fairly sure she'll tell me these things when she's ready to do so--you needn't keep going."

89. Atmosphere
Perhaps only by the grace of unknown gods had Caelie run out of air long before she could feel herself burn in the atmosphere of Alchera, and though she tries to forget it when Cerberus resuscitates her, there had been an unparalleled moment--when she'd lost too much oxygen to struggle any longer, when she felt the chill of space creeping into her limbs, that she looked out her visor with half-dead eyes and witnessed a view of the crushing galaxy around her that could have only been described as mind-numbingly magnificent.

90. Battle
Several weeks had passed, and it was only getting worse--while it would have been more than enough for Shepard to leave him alone in Life Support and expect only his talent on the field, she insisted on seeing him constantly, always questioning after his health and state of mind, like she really wanted to know; in the battle between his self control and curiosity, the intrigue was slowly winning.

91. History
Not once, in all her years of space travel, had a single alien showed as much interest in human history as Thane Krios did; when she asked him why, he lowered his textbook, considered the question, and shrugged before answering, "It's best to know the nuances of unfamiliar cultures, whether for an advantage in battle or in conversation--and any civilization that could end up producing you is one I want to know more about."

92. Broken
Irikah had been given to the sea, the murderers responsible were long dead, and he was prepared for the inevitable, a man far from being whole; in the strangest turn of events he'd ever witnessed in his thirty-nine years, the commander had shown up and started to pick up the pieces--slowly, in her own outlandish way, she'd begun to fit him back together.

93. Black
From the moment they met, she was captivated by his eyes; huge, dark pools of inky blackness, expressive and wondrous and impossibly wise, never failing to make her attention waver; when she was allowed close enough, she could see he had green irises hidden within, which was a far more pleasant surprise than she thought it'd be.

94. Confession
He had no idea what he'd been expecting when he headed up to her loft, his mind racing with doubt and shame--perhaps she'd turn him away, or dismiss his fears as nothing compared to her own burdens, which he would have understood but hoped sincerely against it--but as she takes his hands in hers and murmurs soft reassurances, looking so relieved she might cry, he's glad he made the decision to confess.

95. Connect
Her fingertips trailed across his chest, drawing little pictures by connecting the flecks; he mused that it would be hardly fair unless she allowed him to do the same with her, and she just shook her head and laughed--"If I let you do that, we'd be stuck here for days!"

96. Divine
He knew she would have to dress in high-class civilian accoutrement for Kasumi's mission, so he'd expected to be prepared in seeing her without her usual commanding attire; she steps from the elevator, smooth curves swathed in a periwinkle evening gown, and asks him how she looks--for once, he cannot answer, finding himself in pleasantly stunned silence.

97. Sunshine
A couple of years had passed since she'd first experienced the wonder that was the Presidium, and though the novelty had faded, it was still a nice place to go; sitting in the grass by the lake was nice enough on its own, but the experience just seemed so much better when she had the quiet drell to share the calm with her.

98. Destiny
He mostly went through life accepting whatever was thrown at him and adapting, though he did take important opportunities when he had them--following Irikah after she'd saved his target was one, tracking down her killers was another--when Shepard had offered him a place in her crew, he'd had no idea what was waiting for him, but something told him it was another chance he needed to take.

99. Flood
Caelie made it a personal responsibility to ensure everyone on her crew was able to resolve their problems before the main mission, so for Jack's request, she intended on bringing anyone but Cerberus--and, after she read of Pragia's rainfall, anyone but Thane--but when she tried to explain why she refused to take him, he'd been resolute--"Even if there's great risk for me, siha, I will be there whenever you need my aid."

100. Circles
He saw the same line of small trees they'd passed for the third time in half an hour, could remember the distinct stack of crates somewhere off behind it--"Siha, we're lost"--and he loved that she'd just smiled, laughed and shrugged her shoulders--"What use is life if you don't let yourself get a little lost every now and then?"