A/N

I know this is an insanely short chapter, but I'm trying. I'm having a horrible year. In January someone very close to me died. In March my best friend all but literally shoved a knife into my heart and back. (We had been best friends since 3rd grade and I'm a junior in high school after I helped her through depression an eating disorder and anxiety.) I developed depression from stress due to an unmentionable demon who was my computer teacher, then I joined a soccer team and now I'm playing Softball too so I'm loaded down not to mention I'm working on moving three states over. My sister just had surgery and I have been renovating a foreclosure with my mom and I got accepted into a summer program in England. LAMDA (Richard Armitage, Benedict Cumberbatch and David Suchet all went there.) and The Royal Conservatoire of Scotland (David Tennent went there.) Only exceptionally good thing that's happened to me. I swear I'm attempting to get back into it. Oh and not to mention the story I have the most reviews and follows on is a story that I have 300 words written for that I haven't even started the first chapter.

I WILL BE BACK with a longer Chapter soon probably in July when I might be able to breath unless something else catastrophic goes wrong.

I'd also like to say thanks to LeonardChurch and Guests and everyone else for getting my butt in gear.

Assassins and Commanders should never be mixed.

Commander Shepard was an immaculate piece of ass. There was no doubt about that and she sure new how to work it to. Desmond couldn't help but stare at it as they slowly and meticulously climbed the stretch of broken docking tube. The climb was even strenuous for Desmond who was used to this kind of exertion he had begun tiring after a while, but the tantalizing Commander seemed as if she'd done this a million times before and to his benefit she had chosen to take point. He had tried to start a conversation, but couldn't find the right place to begin. He couldn't ask how she was enjoying the weather because instead of cloudy there was 100% probability of ancient death machines hurdling from outer space so he decided to ask her something more basic than that.

"Where are you from Commander?" He questioned as he latched himself onto a sturdy piece of the crumbling tube.

"Why do you want to know?" She called down, a peg of uncertainty staining her deep voice.

"Just curious plus what else do we have to do?"

"We could focus on climbing this damned thing." She swung outward narrowly missing a falling shard of glass. "Before it gives way."

"Come on, Commander humor me."

"Fine." She flared, removing pieces of debris that were blocking their path.

"I'm from a ship in space, but my parents they're from Indiana."

"Indiana?" He said his voice hinting at the laughter he felt. The great Commander Shepard's parents were from Indiana of all places. The Crossroads of America.

"Yep."

"Really? Indiana?"

"Yes Mr. Miles." She called down to him. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"No it's just unexpected that's all. I figured somewhere more exotic like…I don't know anywhere and no Mr. Miles. You make me feel like my dad, just Desmond."

"Hey, Indiana is a great state, Desmond." She laughed at the end of her statement.

"I'm not saying it isn't."

"It sure sounded like you were."

She grabbed onto a ledge, pulling herself up gently as to not capsize their new entry point. The creaking of the unsupportive structure had magnified since their journey upward. She turned to Desmond, reaching her hand down over the ledge.

"Admit you like me." Desmond said taking her hand and climbing to the perch

"Come on. Let's get out of here." She flashed a smile. She apparently was warming up to him.