A/N: A collection of drabbles of a blossoming relationship between Javik and Sylvia Shepard. This was kind of spinning around in my head while I was doing another piece of Shavik for a commission. That will be posted as soon as I get the go-ahead from the commissioner. Anyway, enjoy! I always love to hear your thoughts! Bioware owns the ME universe.

This primitive-this human-was unique. She commanded respect and did not accept defeat. She was strong. But was she strong enough to destroy the Reapers? Time would tell. Until she proved unworthy, he would serve with her.

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Javik was not liking this cycle. These primitives were looking to him like he would have all the answers and miraculously make the Reapers disappear. It was infuriating. There was nothing he could do other than shoot the ground forces. He was not a scientist. He was a solider. The commander was a soldier, yet she was off playing politician to unite the disparate races against the bigger threat. She was doing the impossible. Maybe it would be enough. He could only hope…

"Javik!"

"Yes, Commander?"

"Want to see what happened to Tuchanka?"

"The krogan home world?"

"Right. Suit up and be at the shuttle in fifteen."

She was gone before he could answer. Shepard was bringing him on every ground mission. He was unsure of her reasons. Did she think it made it easier on him, somehow? Or that his thirst for vengeance could be sated by decimating whatever ground forces they managed to find? Or did she just like having him at her back? The last thought made the Prothean grimace. Primitives. He would never understand them.