A fill for kmeme:

AU First Contact War where the humans and the turians are still fighting.

Shepard is 18, has just enlisted and gets shipped out. Everyone else on her team is killed (she is not the Commanding Officer) and she is taken prisoner by a group of turians.

The Commanding Officer of these turians is a sick bastard who likes raping the humans he catches alive, cue someone else stepping in to stop him, however the CO basically says, 'If I don't fuck her, you will.' Since the turian trying to save Shepard is outnumbered there aren't any other options.

My first choices for the one saving Shepard would be Saren, Garrus, or Nihlus, however AA can use anyone they want.

Extra major bonus points if Shepard gets Stockholm syndrome towards the turian who 'saves' her, and the turian feels guilty and tries to help her afterward that would be just awesome.

There will be a lot angst, raping and it's a dark story in general.

P.S. A big thank you to my Beta Skeasel for all the help.

And Revina (Sibylance at deviantart) for the awesome cover art!

"Shit, shit, shit," Shepard cursed diving into cover behind a tree as bullets ripped through the empty space where her head had been seconds before. When the shooting stopped she risked a look around the trunk. The forest obscured her view of the base and she couldn't see anyone, but the turians were there, waiting for her to show up.

This was not how the mission was supposed to go. She was a part of a group of scouts sent to investigate the disappearance of the previous one two weeks ago. They were on a small garden planet far away from the front lines of the war. The Alliance wanted to build a storage facility here, but there was information that the planet had once belonged to the turians, though it seemed forsaken when humans first turned their attention to it.

Of course now Shepard knew otherwise. It was clear what had happened to the scouts that were sent here before them: the same thing that had happened to her team. Turians had sensors planted around the base and knew instantly about their presence. They took them out one by one and now she was all that was left. This was her first appointment, straight out of boot and it seemed she wouldn't live much past it. Shepard tried desperately to contact someone, anyone, even though she knew it was pointless - she could hear only static in her ear. The rest of the scouts were dead. She had counted every dying gasp and the long range communications were blocked by something in the base.

Shepard felt sudden regret for the life she wouldn't live. She would never get a promotion, never feel the sweet taste of victory, never fall in love, never have a family. She joined the military because she wanted to start a new life and already had planned her future, but now…

She shook her head. This wasn't the time to get depressed. She was still alive, still capable of fighting. All she needed to do was get back to the shuttle only a few klicks from her current position. She looked behind her and then again to the base. There was no movement or sound around her. The turians were probably closing on her position. She needed to go.

Shepard turned around and ran. Still, there was not one shot from the enemy. She dove into cover and scanned her surroundings again. Damned trees were obscuring the view from all sides. Of course they hid her as well, but if she continued to move almost blindly in what she thought was the right direction, she might very easily run into the hands of her opponents. She decided to veer left in case they waited in ambush ahead of her. Shepard wouldn't give them the pleasure of cornering and killing her easily. If she didn't manage to return, she'd at least take as many turians to the grave with her as she could.

When she stopped to scan her surroundings again, she felt something hard and cold hit her skull. It wasn't enough to make her pass out, but the pain and dizziness made her drop to her knees. Someone stood before her and took away her gun. She heard others approach. Shepard was too stunned to count how many was surrounded her; without raising her head she saw three pairs of legs. If she was still alive, it meant they'd take her as a prisoner. She knew from the stories there were two kinds of turians – those who would treat her well and those who would torture her for information. She silently prayed for the first kind.

"A human female, no wounds," one of them said, leaned down and pulled her hair to look at her face. "The commander will be pleased. In more ways than one."

There was sound similar to a chuckle and everything faded to black.

Garrus was lying on his bed, eyes wide open despite the weariness. He hadn't slept well for the past two days and it seemed nothing would change on the third. He felt disgust, anger, hate at everything – this place, the turians in the base, himself for his helplessness, fate for sending him here, and the fact that people like those he was surrounded by existed at all. It was just bad luck he ended up on this planet at all. A mistake in the system – someone put his name in the wrong column and instead of being transferred to the front lines, he was sent to some backwater planet, a place that was now his worst nightmare.

If he could send a transfer request again it would probably take at least two weeks to crawl up the chain of command. Not that he was allowed to communicate with anyone outside the base. He was stripped of all technology and locked up in an empty cabin for what he saw, heard and refused to accept.

At first it seemed like any other outpost at the edge of the galaxy. The only thing that stood out was his comrades – more than few had rather famous family names. His days were boring and with no action at all. Patrolling the perimeter, making sure humans hadn't found the base, checking the defense and surveillance systems, then sleep. It was again just bad luck he had stumbled upon what happened there at night. He just couldn't sleep and wanted to take a walk…

When he walked in the mess hall three days ago, the scene before him made him stop in his tracks. For a moment he just stood there at the door, unable to move. Then he thought he was dreaming, had fallen asleep on his cot while playing around with his omnitool. It was the only logical explanation, except he couldn't wake up.

There was a human on a table, a female – he knew the basic differences in their species. She was naked, her hands tied to the table's legs, lying on her stomach and their base commander was fucking her. Raping her. She had dark red wounds and cuts all over her body; some were seeping blood that trickled down her pale skin. Others had scabbed over. This wasn't the first time the human was going through this. The woman was sobbing, crying like an asari would in distress, her hands clutched in fists as if that would lessen the pain.

"Please," he heard the distinct sound of a human voice, his translator immediately changing her words into his own language.

That broke him free from his stunned state. Without even thinking he lunged forward through the crowd of his comrades, watching the scene like it was some sort of sick performance. He had no idea on how he'd get her away from the base or even out of this room. All he knew was that he had to get the female free, stop her suffering and kill the man raping her and anyone who'd stand in his way. There was no room in his brain for thinking or planning. Every cell of his body filled with disgust and rage. It didn't matter that they were at a war with the humans, that he himself had killed many on the battlefield and thousands of turians had fallen by their hands. No living being deserved treatment like this.

But he didn't even get to the table before countless three fingered hands grabbed him and halted his run. He was forced on his knees, arms held behind his back. Everyone's attention was turned to him, even commander Avitus turned his head to look at what the fuss was about, but didn't stop fucking the human. His expression changed from clear enjoyment to something sly as he regarded Garrus' fury.

He sped up his thrusting and closed his eyes. A groan escaped him as he stopped to finish inside her. He stayed like that without moving for a moment, then stepped back and turned to Garrus. He walked slowly, limbs heavy from his recent exertion, his mandibles lowered in a turian grin. He was dressed in casual clothes, but he hadn't bothered to put his spent member inside his pants, waiting for it return back behind his plates. He stopped a few steps in front of the younger turian.

"Vakarian, I'm surprised you decided to join us," Avitus said as if he had walked in on a game and not a rape.

Garrus couldn't find the words to reply, torn between curses and threats. He had never been this angry before, never had felt so much hate. He tried to break free of the hands holding him, tackle the turian before him and break his neck. But the grips were too strong and all he managed to do was almost dislocate his shoulder when, he surged forward with all his strength, while his arms stayed where they were held. The commander laughed at his futile attempt, earning an angry snarl from him.

"What's the matter? You don't like what you see? Feel sorry for that dirty creature?" he asked, squatting down to eye level.

"You disgusting, sick, wretched piece of shit," he growled. "Free me and I'll show you exactly what I think."

"That won't be necessary, you're our guest tonight," he straightened and waived one of his men closer. Only now did Garrus look around at the other turians. Everyone who lived on this base was present; some were just watching, others had their cocks out, jerking off to the sight of the abused human. "Enjoy the show."

Lieutenant Tallus came forward. Garrus had a very bad feeling. He disliked the man from the moment he first saw him. The turian had scars all over his face, and he didn't respect anyone except the commander. He tried to pick a fight when in a bad mood and told the cruelest jokes when feeling good. Garrus heard the human whimper and looked at her again.

"No, please not him," horror contorted her features even as sweat and tears soaked face. She tried to move away, but was tied firmly to the table. "I'll do anything, please, just not him."

Garrus felt a new wave of anger build inside him. "Touch her and you'll die," he promised, his voice full of venom. "I'll kill you even if it'll be the last thing I do."

Turians around him laughed. Avitus went to the female and turned her over so that now she was lying on her back. He forced her thighs open to display her sex to everyone present. His seed, mixed with her blood, was slowly flowing from her opening down to the table.

"What a nice view, don't you think Vakarian?" he asked, running a finger over her folds, coating it in their mixed fluids, then lifted his hand to her face and pushed it inside her mouth. Garrus hoped she'd bite his finger off, but she didn't, probably afraid of punishment. "Humans are only good for one thing."

Garrus turned his face away. He didn't want to humiliate the woman any more than she already was, but someone grabbed his fringe and made him watch. He cursed, shouted all insults he could think of, but it only seemed to amuse them. Avitus stepped aside and gestured for Garrus' captors to bring him closer. He swore and resisted uselessly. Something was shoved between his teeth to shut him up. From his new position he could see her whole body, every scar and bruise on her skin, and worst of all her face and eyes, damp with tears that never ceased to flow down her cheeks. They regarded him with desperation, begging silently to help, to end her suffering. Garrus closed his eyes, he knew that look was forever burnt into his memory.

A weak scream from her made him regard the human again. Tallus had pushed his cock inside her and was thrusting with force that made her whole body rock. She tried to move, to get away from him, but the turian was holding her hips down firmly to the table. His talons were digging deep into her flesh, blood seeping from the punctures. She was groaning from pain with every push he made, but that seemed to turn him on more, his hips moving against hers harder and faster. Garrus wanted to close his eyes again, but felt the coldness from a gun under his chin.

"Watch," the commander said in the cruelest tone Garrus had ever heard anyone use. He obeyed, promising quietly a slow, painful death to this monster and all turians in the room.

Tallus, in the meantime, had moved one of his hands up to her chest and dragged his razor sharp talons over her soft skin, leaving deep cuts. The human screamed again from the pain.

"Stop," she cried. Nobody paid any attention to it. The turian leaned down, nipping hard over her breast, then shoulder, up to her neck. He bit down hard, climaxing at the same time. The human stiffened from the pain going limp as the life ebbed from her body. Tallus straightened with blank expression only to be hit in the head by the commander, the force knocking him off his feet.

"Idiot," he growled, kicking him in ribs. "How are we going to have fun with her if she's dead? Want to take her place?"

Tallus hid his face while clutching his side and gasping from pain.

"Clean this up," he commanded others. "Take Vakarian to an unused room and make sure there isn't anything left he could use to get out."

Afterwards he was shoved in an empty quarters at the far side of the base, stripped of his armor and omnitool. He stood for a long time, his mind refusing to believe that what he just witnessed was real. Later he took the hottest shower possible, hoping the heat and water would wash away some of the memories and emotions, but they didn't. The silence in the room made the screams in his head louder. Whenever he closed his eyes, he could see the human, bleeding and crying, begging for him to save her.

It didn't stop in the days that followed. He could barely sleep. Nightmares haunted him every night. The food that was brought to him only made him sick. He spent his days trying to come up with a plan how to get out, to contact someone, or sometimes how to punish the turians in this base. Thinking about taking their lives with his own hands helped. He wouldn't let his anger die, his hate overriding any hint of regret, fear or compassion. Scum like that deserved only death. He'd love to send them to a place where they'd get raped and tortured so they'd know how that female felt.

Garrus studied the fresh wound he'd taken after a failed attempt to overcome one of his captors. He couldn't sit around, accepting his fate. He knew they'd kill him soon enough and if he hadn't managed to escape by then he planned to take as many bastards to hell as he could. They may have taken away his weapons, but he still was one of the best at hand to hand combat.

He heard footsteps approaching his room, more people than usual. So they finally decided to get rid of him. He rose from his bed and stood in the center of the room. When the door opened, he didn't attack right away, but let them approach him instead. They looked at him carefully trying to read his intentions before moving closer. He tried to look defeated and miserable – he was never good at that, but the turians seemed to believe his act. He lunged forward, catching the one closest to him by his fringe and turning his head until he heard his neck snap. Then, without pause he was on the next one. Garrus landed a hit at his throat and a swept at his legs before he could block him. He was about to deliver a finishing blow when a concussive round hit Garrus in the chest and threw him to the other end of the room.

Someone yanked him up painfully by fringe. Another turian restrained him, cuffing his hands behind his back.

"You're lucky the commander wants you unharmed or I'd cut you in pieces myself," the one behind him snarled. Garrus threw his head back sharply and felt his fringe hit his face. It hurt like hell, but the cry from the other turian made it worth it. Garrus got a punch to his stomach for that and was roughly shoved out in the corridor. They had to drag him forward, but he didn't stop resisting for a second.

They lead him back to the mess hall. The sight of the room made him feel nauseous as the memories of what happened there the previous time came back. Just like before everyone was there, except for a human prisoner chained to a table. Avitus was sitting on one in the middle of the hall. Garrus would have laughed at the dramatic setting if he wasn't walking towards his death in the room from his nightmares. He noticed Tallus standing next to the wall. He looked like he had been beat up rather badly. Maybe Avitus actually used him instead of the dead human. The thought made him almost glad. Garrus shuddered. He was becoming like them already.

"He killed Rullus and wounded Varro," the turian behind him spat, pushing Garrus on his knees.

"Garrus, Garrus, that's not how good kids behave," commander chastised mockingly. "I'll have to punish you later."

"Just kill me already, we both know that's why I'm here," he said sharply.

"No, what I have in mind is much more fun," the older turian chuckled. "Vakarian is such an honorable name. Your father is a rather famous investigator, isn't he? I bet he raised you with strong morals and sense of justice. I bet you want to rip my heart out for what I did to that human."

Garrus didn't answer. He didn't want to know what that sick bastard had come up with now.

"I was thinking, since our dear Tallus broke our toy, we need some new entertainment," Avitus stood up and walked up to him. "Imagine how fun it would be to break someone like you. But today something great happened. Another group of human scouts were captured and we have a new prisoner, so I decided to double our entertainment. Watch you turn into one us and get a good show of you using the pyjack."

Garrus couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was like time had stopped the moment the commander finished his sentence. As if it wasn't bad enough to watch others rape someone and be unable to do anything, but to actually hurt another person like that… he couldn't. He never would. He'd rather die.

The leader gestured to the turians next to the door as Garrus remained silent, still too shocked to even form words. Two turians brought in the new human, another female, her hands cuffed behind her back. He immediately noticed the differences from the dead one. Her fringe was a different color and length. She didn't have armor on, the human was stripped to her undersuit. But the biggest difference was her expression, her eyes. He was by no means an expert on human faces, but what he saw there – defiance, anger, hate – those were the emotions he knew all too well.

Avitus straightened and went to the woman. He studied her carefully, but when he took hold of her chin and jerked her face upright she spit in his eye. He grabbed her roughly, talons digging in her skin, and drawing blood. The human didn't even flinch from pain.

"You're lucky, Vakarian. This one is rather good looking. Trust me, I have some experience," he chuckled at his own admission. "And young. Maybe you'd even be her first."

His statement was met with laughter from his men. They actually thought raping an innocent girl was funny. Garrus started to feel sick.

"I'm not doing it," he said, trying to put every bit of disgust he felt in his voice.

The commander turned his attention back to him. "I know your kind. Always acting like some sort of hero, protecting the innocent and hurting only the bad guys. Your wish to save everyone is your biggest weakness and you'll understand why. That human," he gestured to the woman, "she will be yours. No one else will touch her, well, unless you cause us problems. As long as you obey me it stays like that, but for every mistake you make she will feel the consequences. Like now – if you refuse to fuck her, I'll have to give her to someone else. Tallus has been a very good turian for the past few days, he deserves some reward."

Garrus looked at the turian sharply, the image of the dead human before his eyes. He'd do almost anything so that he wouldn't have to watch that again. The thought of forcing himself on her made him feel like he was asked to kill her. But what were the alternatives? Tallus wouldn't hold back, he'd hurt her and maybe even kill her. He could at least try to save her from unnecessary pain or death. Turians could recover from rape, maybe humans could as well if she somehow got out. But the price for her life – it would be his own. He knew if he laid a hand on her, he'd live out his remaining days hating himself.

"How do you expect me to do it? I'm not some filthy bastard who gets turned on by this," he spat.

"Don't worry about that," he answered. He put his hand in his pocket and drew out a bottle of pills. "These will get you out of your plates and hard."

Someone behind him removed the handcuffs and he stood up. Garrus looked at his outstretched hand and the object in it. If he took it, it would mean he agreed to become Avitus's puppet. He was sure this night would be only the beginning. He could make him do things he couldn't even imagine. Garrus looked at the human. If only he could ask her, leave the decision to her, maybe he could afterwards tell himself that he had no choice and that she agreed to this.

She was held by two guards, her chin up, looking over the small crowd of turians, refusing to meet their eyes or show fear. His only hope was that she'd be strong and would endure the abuse until he'd find a way out.

He took the bottle, opened it and swallowed a pill. Commander Avitus looked pleased.

"Very good, Garrus," he said, stepping aside. "Now go to your human and undress her."

Garrus clenched his fists so hard his talons dug in his skin, but obeyed. He went to her and she looked at him with hate. The two turians were now holding her by her arms, handcuffs removed from her wrists. He had no idea what to do. He studied the dark cloth carefully, but there were no clasps or anything, like it was her second skin and wasn't supposed to be removed.

"There's a small piece of metal on her back, pull it down," Avitus told him. Garrus slowly went behind her as if pain and suffering awaited him there. He could see everyone present over her head, their hungry glares. Some were stroking their plates through pants to loosen them, preparing for action. He looked down and took the small clip in his fingers and dragged it across her back revealing her skin. He saw the human shudder.

Garrus carefully pealed it off her shoulders, trying not to touch her. One of the guards released her arm so Garrus could pull it out of the sleeve, but the moment it was free, the human used his hesitation and elbowed him in the stomach, the same place he was hit earlier. The pain had him bent over and gasping. Their sick audience laughed.

The human was quickly caught again and Garrus decided to hurry up. Better to get it done faster and let it be over. He pulled off the cloth from her other arm and legs while holding her limbs so that she wouldn't hit him again. Part of him wished she'd just break free and kill him or beat him until the only thing he'd feel and could think of was pain.

With the undersuit gone, she still had pieces of fabric around her hips and chest.

"Cut them off, she won't need them anymore," he heard the commander say and handed him a combat knife. He placed it carefully under one shoulder strap and pulled, cutting it in half. Then he did the same to the other one, the wider piece on her back and the sides of the garment on her hips. The human was standing in the middle of the mess hall completely naked now. Garrus threw the knife away, dreading what he'd be ordered to do next.

Avitus walked around her, studying her body: "Very nice, just my type. Too bad I already promised her to you." He stopped before her, two turians still holding her arms and Garrus standing behind her. "Touch her, see how soft her skin is."

Garrus put his hands on her sides, barely grazing her, but Avitus grabbed his wrists and pushed them firmly against her. Then he proceeded to drag their hands to her front and up slowly, watching the human's body intently as if he was stroking her, but for some reason he kept his word and didn't touch her. He led Garrus' hands over her breasts slowly, then back down to her hips and her ass.

The commander pulled one of his hands to her front and pushed it against her lower belly.

"Stroke with your finger between her legs. Find her opening and push it inside her. It's time to get acquainted," he said and Garrus tried to pull away his hand on instinct, but Avitus grip was too strong. "If you're so unwilling, there are plenty of others who'd do to her whatever I tell them."

Garrus gave him most hate filled glare he could and brushed his finger over her sex. Her skin there was just as smooth and soft as everywhere else. The other turian let go of his hand and stepped back to watch. His next stroke parted her folds. As gently as he could he rubbed his finger against her, turning his hand to access more. The only indication that the human felt anything was her slightly faster breathing. When he found her opening, she tensed, drawing her thighs closer together and trapping his hand. But her hold wasn't strong enough. Garrus pushed his finger inside her slowly and carefully. She was so tight and tensed up he was afraid he'd cut her with his talon.

"Start moving," the commander ordered and he obeyed. He didn't push it inside her completely, only to the second joint, then pulled back and repeated. They couldn't see how deep he went from where they stood anyway. He didn't know what to expect, he could feel the texture of her inner muscles and that there was a bit of wetness, but he didn't want to think about. He just wished this would end.

Garrus could feel the pill taking effect. His plates had shifted and his member was pressing against the fabric of his pants hard and ready. The process itself had been uncomfortable, there was a lack of the natural lubricant usually coating his cock because he wasn't aroused. Fucking the female would be painful for him, but that seemed only appropriate.

"Enough," Avitus said, apparently getting bored. Garrus retreated immediately. "Bend her over the table, I'll hold her down. I want to see her face. Garrus, it's time to work."

Guards had to drag her where the commander was sitting when he was brought in. She resisted as much as she could. They pushed her chest down on the surface and Avitus pinned her outstretched arms by forearms. He squatted down to get a better look at her face and told Garrus without glancing at him: "Start."

He moved behind her like he was approaching his own grave, though for his morals it wasn't far from that. He undid his pants and pulled out his member. He spread her legs with his knee, bent over her and positioned his cock against her opening. He rested his chin on her shoulder, his mouth next to her ear. She smelled salty. He thought he could hear her heart racing, but maybe it was his own.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered and pushed inside her slowly.

The human stayed quiet. He was thankful for that, he didn't think he could bear two voices screaming, pleading in his mind. But it didn't make raping her much easier. He felt like he was one the bastards surrounding them, like he was worse than them because they were just standing there, some masturbating, but only he was causing her pain. He was trying to be as gentle as possible and he had straightened up so that only their lower bodies touched, his hands on the table, but he could still feel her whole body resisting the intrusion.

"Come on, Vakarian, you can do better!"

"Show her what a turian fuck feels like, make her scream!"

"You heard the audience," Avitus said, looking up to him.

Garrus thrust harder inside her and the human jerked. He picked up the pace, but not as much he knew the others wanted. Fucking was becoming more uncomfortable every moment. At least she was soft. He didn't want to think what Tallus would do to her insides with his big cock and hard thrusting. He remembered the blood seeping from the previous human and prayed that they don't make him go any harder on this one.

He didn't know how long it was. Every minute seemed like an hour. At some point Garrus had closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to look at the other turians enjoying the rape, Avitus watching the human's face with interest and delight or her naked, strained body. The effect of the pill wasn't wearing off, he was still as hard as he had been when they started. The medicine was apparently a strong one, he could probably continue after getting off once. Not that it was possible now. He felt nothing but repulsion towards the act.

"That's enough for tonight, Garrus," at last he heard Avitus voice. Garrus opened his eyes and stepped back immediately. The commander let the previous two turians hold the human again while he closed his pants, the rough cloth pressing against his member painfully.

"Good job," Avitus praised. "Since you did everything I told you to, you've earned an award – you can return to your quarters and move around the base freely, but no going outside. I haven't forgotten what you did before. I can't let you think that you can get away with anything just by fucking a human."

He gestured to the turians behind him and they grabbed his arms to hold him in place. Avitus took the knife Garrus had used to cut the female's clothes. He walked over to her; she was still lying on the table.

"I've always wondered why humans and asari have five fingers, most of the species manage with only three quite well," he said, spreading her smallest finger aside from the rest. "I'll just take one for every man you hurt tonight."

"No," Garrus shouted, trying to break free. "I did it, punish me. She's been hurt enough."

"But that's the point," he answered, position the knife. Garrus could see the fear on her face as tried to break free, but the grip on her hands was too strong. Her whole body was shaking from the effort. "If I did something to you, it wouldn't matter, your wounds would heal and you'd do it again. But the guilt won't fade so easily. I already told you – your wish to save and protect is your weakness."

He didn't wait for Garrus to respond, to protest or beg, just slammed the knife down, cutting of her finger at the base. That broke the human's silence. The first time Garrus heard her voice was as she screamed from pain. Avitus quickly moved to her other hand and cut off her other little finger. Then he ordered the guards to take her back to her cell, naked and bleeding, and gestured the turians holding Garrus to release him. He almost attacked the commander, but stopped himself at the last moment, steps from him.

"See – you're already learning," Avitus laughed and walked past him towards the door. "You have to take care of the human yourself, getting her water, food – unless you'd like her less fleshy."

Everyone else followed him, except for Garrus. He was standing in the middle of the room shaking, his hands balled into fists, waiting for his anger to fade at least a little. When he finally turned around, he was alone. He let his feet take him to his room while his mind tried to fight the memories of everything that had happened. But it was impossible. It all came back at once when he entered his room.

The first thing he did was throw up what little there was in his stomach. The images of the female's naked body on the table and her disfigured hands were before his eyes, her scream in his ears. He could feel her cool, soft skin under his fingers. His member, still hard, ached. Human males were either self-lubricating as well or less sensitive. Or there was some other explanation why fucking her left him almost raw.

He moved to his shower. The base was big, but the number of turians stationed here was small so each had decent quarters with bathroom. He crawled inside with his clothes still on and let the cold water wash over him. Garrus could no longer hold back the wail. He was so sorry for what he had done, for raping the human and her being punished for what he'd done. For listening to Avitus orders. It was so unfair to him, to her. Even if they got out of here somehow, how would he live after doing that to someone?

The cold water made his limbs insensible and cleared his mind a little after a while. He turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and removed his soaked clothes leaving them on the floor. He quickly changed in to his light armor. The human was alone, bleeding and probably cold while he was sitting around feeling sorry for himself. He took one of his tunics with him – Garrus doubted anyone would return her undersuit.

From his room he moved to the kitchen. He found levo field ration packets for asari and salarians – those were in every turian base, just in case. He took ten portions– he had no idea how much humans ate, as well as a bottle of water. Then he went to the med bay. Somehow being busy, kept his mind from returning to that night's events. But not completely. He still felt like a piece of shit.

In the infirmary, he was taking a blanket off the bed when he noticed someone sleeping at the far end. Varro, the turian he almost killed when they came after him. He was unconscious and there was no one else in the room, the doctor probably was sleeping in his own quarters. Garrus continued to gather what he needed – bandages, antiseptic, some painkillers suitable for all species. He was no medic, he had no idea what else he could take that wouldn't make the human feel worse. He put all things in a pile with the food and blanket and went to the sleeping turian.

There was a bandage over his throat were he had struck him, the force probably did quite the damage if he was in the sick bay instead of his own room. Next to his bed was a syringe and a bottle of very strong pain medicine. Garrus recognized this one. It was used rarely because it was easy to overdose. He took the syringe and filled it with what was maybe two, maybe ten times the necessary dose to kill a turian and injected it in his neck. He didn't even open his eyes when the needle made contact with his skin. Garrus put everything back the way it was before and left the room with the things he had gathered. He wasn't afraid that he'd get caught. The medicine left little traces and the base didn't have the necessary equipment to detect it. Not that anyone would bother for a scum like Varro. They'd just decide that he died in his sleep and forget about him in a day.

At least killing him made Garrus feel a bit better.