so this is technically my first attempt at mass effect fanfiction. but since my 6000+ word count story i accidentally was wiped due to writing it all on my trusty phone and then said phone being security wiped so my friend could have it. i tried starting afresh but i havnt been able to get it back.

so here's my shekarian drabbles, made for the alphabet (backwards)

so here's the drabbles.

Z.

Zebra.

Shepard sighed and turned up the music on her omni-tool, the music soothing her aching soul. She collapsed on her bed and smiled as a instrumental started.

"Spirits, what is that sound?" Shepard darted up, grabbing a pillow to cover herself before realising she wore her night clothes. The pink tank top did nothing except accentuate her curves and the black shorts cut off mid thigh. Shepard stared at the male turian in her cabin.

"Garrus, jesus do you have to scare me like that?" Garrus smiled in his turian way, the bandage creasing slightly as his mandible moved. She stood up and turned the music off.

"No..." She heard garrus mutter. She blinked in surprise.

"I'm sorry?" Garrus' face tinged a slight blue and shepard had to stop herself from laughing. "Oh big bad archangel is blushing!" The turian grinned.

"Oh yeah? Well I happen to know that a certain spectre is rather ticklish!" He lunged for her, grabbing her sides and tickling her, shepard's laugh ringing out across the room.

"Ga- no! Garrus! Stop you lizard!" Garrus laughed and continued, her writhing causing him to stumble and he fell backwards onto her bed, shepard coming down with him. She landed on him, their face barely inches apart and shepard's face hit a whole new level of red. She was flushed anyway from trying to get away from him but it had turned the colour of a tomato (so he'd heard from kelly and a brief example of what the damned thing actually was) and garrus laughed breathily, his breath seemingly alluding him. Her scent hit him suddenly and he was almost overwhelmed. He knew her scent was sweet, like strawberries (another lesson but from another female crew member backed with kelly) but also of fresh soil and rain. No matter what anyone said, her scent was his favourite smell by far. They stared at each other, blue staring into grey when suddenly they seemed to come to their senses. Shepard darted up, accidentally kneeing garrus in the side and he accidentally caught her red hair (he thought it was called that, he'd heard the various crew members, including jack to his surprise, talk about it) she yelped slightly and they both fell still.

"Shepard i-"

"Garrus i-" they both said in unison and stopped before laughing. Garrus' other hand moved so he could release her hair from it's current place of his un scarred mandible. She was free in seconds and she got off him carefully, allowing him to prop himself up on his elbows. Her face was flushed still and he could hear her heart beating erratically. He was honestly afraid he'd hurt her or scared her.

"Shepard i-" she cut him off.

"It's ok garrus, it's not the first time I've been subdued to a tickle fight." The turian smiled. "So what did you need?" Garrus sobered up once he realised what had started it all.

"Um I could hear this sound from your room and I didn't know what was going on so I uhh... Thought I'd check in on you." Everything was still in the cabin, their eyes locked again. Seconds ticked by before shepard burst into laughter.

"That's it? You were intrigued about my music?" Garrus' mandible flexed slightly.

"Music? That didn't sound like normal music." He said and shepard wiped away a stray tear from laughing so hard. Her ribs really hurt now. She sat on the bed, legs crossed in front of her and garrus stared.

"What?" When he didn't reply she waved a hand in his face. "Hey! Normandy to lizard!" Garrus blinked and sat to face her, his legs off the bed.

"Doesn't that hurt bug?" She blinked. Bug? Where had that come from?

"What hurt? And who you calling bug?" She cried in mock outrage. Garrus looked shocked for a second but recovered himself.

"Well I was talking to mordin and he said humans started from bugs so I thought if I'm lizard, your bug." The way he said it was as if it made perfect sense. Shepard blinked and laughed again. "Sorry shepard."

"No no it's fine" she laughed. "Though humans started from monkeys." She grinned and watched him as he gestured to her legs.

"But doesn't that hurt?" Shepard blinked and looked down at her legs.

"No... Why would it?" She said and garrus' mandibles flared. "Humans are very flexible." Garrus smirked at her statement.

"Not flexible enough to escape a tickle fight!" He said, his hand punching the air in success. Shepard giggled and garrus smiled. He loved to hear her laugh. It made his chest swell in pride knowing he could ease the pressure off her, even if slightly. She looked down at her feet as she stretched her legs out, pointing her toes. "Spirits, too many fingers, too many toes!" Shepard laughed and folded her legs under her so she was kneeling in front of him.

"Alright, it's not like we're all apex predators like you lizard." He grinned and poked her knee.

"Still a bug though." She laughed and started up her omni-tool. The smile faded from her face as she looked at her mailbox. "What's up?" Shepard groaned and showed him. A terra-byte of porn. Garrus chucked.

"Damn you joker!" He heard shepard say as he heard a ping from his own omni-tool. He opened the message and jumped back, his arm held out.

"Spirits! What is that!?" Shepard blinked and moved forward, hands either side of him to look at his omni-tool and she laughed again.

"Garrus, are you meaning to tell me you've never seen a zebra?" Garrus blinked at her. "They're like horses... But black and white with stripes." Garrus looked back at the picture, suddenly feeling rather stupid.

"No... We don't have them on palaven." Shepard looked at him, their faces close again, his breath hitched in his throat before shepard looked back at the zebra.

"Wait, I get a terra-byte of porn and you get zebras?! JOKER!" She jumped up and garrus sat on the bed, laughing heartily as he followed to the cockpit. Just like old times.