Epilogue

Garrus came back as the sun began to go down. As he walked in, he could hear the laugh of the girl he knew. The girl he missed. Gently, Garrus held her, as Shepard traced the faint traces of his scar.

"They're gone . . . the reapers are gone . . ." Shepard forced; her voice was a little hoarse through her tears. She still could not believe that she was alive.

Garrus began to hold Shepard tighter, "I know. You did well. We can all rest now," he said wiping away the tears that Shepard shed.

A weak smile showed on Shepard's face, her eyes fluttered, Garrus simply picked her up carefully and placed her head on his lap. Shepard once again fell asleep. Garrus looked at Joker and said, "I'm going to sleep here for tonight," Joker simply nodded and walked off.

The next day was a little better for Shepard. Her body still hurt, except when she woke up, she woke up to Garrus' sleeping face. It was a nice thing to wake up to. It always was. She didn't want to move, she didn't want to wake Garrus. She didn't know how much sleep he had gotten; she feared that he got too little. She thought he searched for her endlessly.

A couple of minutes later, Garrus' eyes opened. Shepard smiled at him, "Good morning. We've got a nice shelter, except I fear we may be running out of food."

A soft chuckle escaped the turian, "That is something you would say. I will go search for food. You continue to recover." he adjusted so that Shepard would still be comfortable, before he left, he gave her a kiss on the forehead, "I love you," he whispered.

Shepard whispered back, "I love you too,"