Okay, so this is my first fanfic, and I'm anxious to see what people have to say about it, so please review! I welcome criticism where it is due, but please don't be evil:) The Prologue is shorter than the chapters, and a little less awesome, so bear with me through it! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Mass Effect, but the OC's are MINE!

For seventeen years of my life, I had never found anything particularly interesting about the plain white ceiling of my bedroom. It wasn't textured, or cracked. There was nothing on it, except an equally boring air vent and a smoke detector. But to my complete and utter surprise(or rather, surprise I would feel later), it was the only thing I had looked at for hours. Nothing anyone had said could get me out. I was currently catatonic, which in simpler terms means, "desperately wanting to strangle whoever the crap had come up with the ending of Mass Effect 3". I sighed, for the umpteenth time. My phone buzzed beside me, and after a moment of gathering the gumption, I opened the text. It was my friend, Mira.

I told u not 2 get ur hopes up. The ending is brutal.

-MJ

I sighed and texted back.

I know I know. I didn't think it would be that bad. My Shepard DIED! And so did Anderson! I was so mad I shot the stupid Illusive Man. Bloody jerk!

-JW

I only had to wait a few seconds before I got an answer. Mira Jade could text at five and a half times the speed of sound.

I know how u feel. I went thru the same thing. Just let it wait a few days.

-MJ

What do you mean? YOU had multiplayer. I did not.

-JW

Well, I sacrificed my Shepard, so it kind of is the same.

-MJ

Not really, Mira. Anyway, thanks for trying to help. I'm gonna try and get some shut eye. Night

-JW

Mira texted me goodnight and I slipped under my covers. I thought I had excepted the fact that my Shepard would die. What would I have done if I had been her? One of her squad mates, or even someone who only knew her? I knew I shouldn't be so worked up about a game, but if that was real life, what would I have done? I had never been faced by anything of real importance and danger in my life, so I had no clue. I kind of resented that fact. I mean, people I know that have had trying times are always forged anew. Like Mira. Her mum had died when she was little, and as a result, she was always way braver than me; and stronger. I sighed. "I wish I could live in the Mass Effect Universe. It's sooo cool there." I sighed and stared back at the ceiling. I was starting to get acquainted. Maybe I should name you, I thought wryly. Then I closed my eyes, and invited sleep to take me.

"Teleya! Teleya, are you awake yet, dear?" I groaned. Who was this Teleya? I just wanted to sleep more. "Teleya!" The persistent voice called. Rolling over, I gasped. MY HAIR! It was gone! A hand flew up to my head and I just felt skin. The skin felt weird though; softer than it normally was. What happened to me?! I Looked around for the first time, and saw that I was in room. It just wasn't my room. Okay. I thought. This must be a dream. I then immediately noted that it couldn't be a dream, because I can never tell I'm dreaming when I'm in a dream. I spotted what looked like a mirror and made a mad dash for it. Stumbling to a halt, I looked at my reflection-and screamed. I heard running, and the door flew open. I looked up to see an Asari woman looking terrified. "Teleya! Are you alright? What's wrong?!" I breathed deeply, feeling like I was going to faint. "N-Nothing. I-I just had a nightmare." The woman looked relieved. "Well...okay. Just remember, your mother's here for you if you need it." I nodded, and she left. A good thing to, because my legs gave out and I fell to the floor. I looked back at my reflection. I was an asari. That dream idea seemed a lot better now, but it couldn't be. This was all to real.

The asari in the mirror looked back at me. She had light periwinkle skin, that wasn't all one color like most asari. It reminded me of Benezia's skin, or Samara's. She had 'eyebrows' like Liara, a tad darker than the skin around them. Her eyes were like crystal-so clear and refreshing. The could bore through you, or comfort you. They were like sapphires, with diamonds weaving through. Her lips were tiny and delicate, not all that darker than her skin. They were smooth and glossy, even though she didn't appear to be wearing lip gloss. She was pretty, in a shy, late blooming flower kind of way. She was actually one of the prettier asari I had seen. She had little freckles on her cheeks, subtle and cute freckles, not the dark stupid ones I had as a human. As a human! I was a human, but the asari looking where I was looking, and blinking when I was blinking, begged to differ. I was her, and she was I.

How had this happened? I was talking to Mira, and then...Oh Keelah! The wish! No way! My word, if it was that...I backed up and put my head in my hands, shaking. If it was that...than this was real, like one of those fanfictions. What would I do? Join Shepard? I was an asari, so I had biotics, but that didn't mean I could use them. What would I do with my life? Was this permanent? I shouldn't go out and do something stupid thinking it wasn't, because it could be...Now that I had established that I was in fact in Mass Effect, I was doing a little better. To be honest, I had kinda fantasized about it, so I already knew my answers. Being in the future was cool enough, I didn't need to go die. I could just...live a life, maybe see Shepard. I also wanted to help people, and go and do something productive. I shouldn't just waste the last 70 years of my maiden stage staying at home. I blinked, and hit the rewind button. How had I known that? I mean, apparently this girl existed before me, so it made sense, but she hadn't been me. I shook my head. If I thought about this any longer my tentacles would explode. I smirked, and the girl in the mirror smirked back, revealing a little bit of my old self between the cracks. This was me. This was me being interesting.

Days, weeks, and months ticked by, and I was adjusting. The memories of 200 years had slowly come back, but it wasn't all that bad, because I had apparently done nothing of interest. I had spent my maiden years at home, resisting the urge to travel. My mother and I lived alone in an apartment on the citadel. She was incredibly warm and friendly, and I grew close to her, but it wasn't the same as my real mom. It was terrible, but sometimes I didn't really miss them, and was starting to forget them, like the 200 years was pushing my past life away. I could still remember Mass Effect, but my family, my friends, my school, were all disappearing. Jane Wolfe was turning into Teleya T'Leri... I was working hard to become a psychologist, because they still had them in the future and I always wanted to be one. The strangest thing, though, was my body. I was like an adult, and people treated me like one. Things were going well, and I was actually getting used to things. Until the geth attack. I was expecting them, and had been training my biotics, and as much as I could, a pistol. But I hadn't been ready enough...

So! Tell me what you think!