Hi! Hello!

I'm proud to say this is one of my first fanfics I've written and I'm incredibly happy and equally nervous to publish this.

I would like to thank all my friends for pushing me to do this and just say I love you all~

WARNING: this fic contains woman/woman romance, some extreme OOCness of few characters including Shepard(though I don't know how that works since he/she's relatively flexible character) and weird creepiness. And it also contains made up(bullshit) medical information regarding psychology.

If these are not your cup of tea, I apologize for disappointing you and will ask you to kindly leave.

I am not very experienced with writing, so please bear with me if you find things lacking or doesn't flow very well. Feel free to point out any mistakes or possible improvement that could be made. I do wish to improve and I would love it if people could help me with my vocabs, grammars and all the other things. So please leave a constructive review if you have the time!

And please, enjoy the story.

Chapter 1

"Welcome aboard the Normandy, Commander. I'm Yeoman Kelly Chambers. It is a great honor working with you ma'am."

Kelly Chambers kept her arms firmly at her side, not daring to move. She was afraid the blonde before her might notice the devastating amount of sweat building at her palms, or see how fake the toothy smile on her face was. Maybe she'll notice that slight tremor she just had in her voice, or maybe she'll read her mind and find out how much she just wanted to run away and space herself rather than be there in front of her. Oh god, she was panicking.

The Yeomen had been dreading this day ever since she could remember. This confrontation with the famous Cerberus-hater who was also voted the deadliest woman alive by the extranet society as a whole, had been etching at her sanity for half a year.

At first, when her superior contacted her for the job as the 'Personal assistant' to the deceased Commander Shepard, she laughed at his face. Which was not a very smart move, but she really could not help it. The death of the first human Spectre came as, to put it lightly, a great shock not only to the human race, but to the entire galaxy as a whole. And by that time, the media had gone over it all: the public funerals were done, the news had gone over it a thousand times, documentaries, auto-biography, everything that could have been done to squeeze every penny from a dead celebrity was made and published. It had been a year and a half since Shepard's death and the job opportunity Kelly had been offered seemed like a sad fantasy people were clinging onto in their dreams rather than an actual job.

Then The Illusive Man called her.

Called her.

With a phone.

It was obvious then that the 'job offer' she was given was as serious as the human race's offer in joining the Citadel Council, but with one difference between the two: She didn't have a choice.

By the end of her small conversation with The Illusive Man on her damn phone (God, she could not get over that) it became quite clear that this offer was, in fact, an ultimatum. She did have the right to refuse, sure, human rights and what not. But the way he had delivered his speech, the way he paused mid sentence to sip his cigar and puff the smoke out in a single deep sigh, they were all so... menacing. Cerberus wasn't exactly the cleanest corporation in the galaxy, or the most liked. Who knew what would happen to her, or her family for that matter, if she refused? Even now, merely recalling the event made the hair on the back of her neck stand like trees in a forest.

So she accepted: Got a nice raise, moved to a better location of work, otherwise known as 'the Normandy SR-2,' got a longer vacation, and now only worked two days a week until Commander Shepard arrived on board. Why did she hesitate again? Oh that's right, she reminded herself. She was now the Personal Assistant to the galaxy's most notorious Cerberus killer of all time, on a Cerberus vessel.

She was to be the face of the whole company in front of the woman who had sworn to eradicate the said company.

So if she nearly wet her pants just from seeing the Commander enter the CIC, she had felt justified.

The Commander's green eyes bore into her soul like a worm to an apple. A million thoughts popped up and disintegrated in moments. It was as though her nerves were jacked into a power plant. She imagined a lot of things by that point. She imagined Shepard flipping her off, then insulting her until she was a blubbering mess, then walking away laughing. She imagined Shepard exploding in anger and pulling her trademark shotgun from thin air and blasting her face off. She imagined Shepard's head turning into a parasitic alien creature that opens up and chomp off her entire upper body.

Of course what she didn't imagine was for the Commander to pull her into an embrace with a big smile and...

Oh god, she's licking me!

...wait. What?

"Umm..."

For a moment Kelly suspected she was dreaming. She must have fainted when Shepard suddenly moved to... do whatever she does and now she must be out like a candle light, dreaming of... better things: Like getting licked on the face by her very own fear incarnate.

Right, NO.

The redhead didn't know if she should sigh in relief or scream her head off in horror. Sure, this was certainly a better alternative for anything she had thought of, but it was most certainly confusing, not to mention bizarre even compared to all the crazy stuff she imagined. And if anything it was definitely creepy.

"Oh good, you like her then, Shepard." Miranda said nonchalantly behind Shepard, completely unfazed by the scene before her.

"I'm sorry?" She likes her? What does that even mean? Eww, she's getting all slobbery!

"Yeah," Shepard said breathlessly, continuing to lick rather... In any other circumstances Kelly would have said sensually but right now it was just plain weird. "I like her. A lot."

And that was incredibly disturbing.

The redhead tried in vain to release herself from the Commander's vice like grip. A space suit was less tight than her arms were.

"I guess you want some explanation, Ms Chambers." Miranda said to her and Kelly rolled her eyes. Oh no, please. I totally understand why a thirty year old woman would suddenly start licking me in the face. It's an everyday occurrence. "But well done in getting her docile." Docile? "Come, we're going to the med bay."

Utterly confused and weirded out, the Yeoman followed Miranda's order and somehow managed to get herself and Shepard down to the medical wing, thought she had to endure all the whispering as the crew watched her dragging their new Captain who constantly slobbered all over her face. When she finally made it to the Medbay she found Miranda and Doctor Chakwas waiting for her.

"Oh good, you like her then, Shepard." Kelly could not help but gape when she heard Doctor Chakwas, whom she believed to be the sanest person on the entire ship, spoke out in a manner she would when announcing the sun was up.

"Okay, can anyone please tell me what'smmhp- Oh eww! Commander please, not the mouth!"

"Shepard, please stop and sit down." Chakwas ordered firmly as a mother would her child. Without another word (or lick) the blonde woman unlatched herself from the Yeoman and sat down on the chair the Doctor offered.

"Thank you! Now can somebody please tell me why Commander Shepard is acting like..." the redhead pointed at the blonde woman who began spinning around on the chair. "that."

"Kelly, how much do you know about the Lazarus Project?" Chakwas asked, not taking her eyes off of Shepard.

"Well, It's a multi-billion credit budget project that was aimed at specifically making Shepard's body fully functional again, practically bringing her back from the dead. It was supposed to be the miracle of science." Kelly recited the information, wiping as much saliva off her face as possible with her sleeves.

"Yes well, that's not precisely accurate." Miranda replied sharply as if annoyed by the description. "The thing is, Ms Chambers, we're not miracle workers. And Shepard's not exactly Jesus either. When we found Shepard after her death, she was only little more than a large chunk of charred flesh and broken bones."

The brunette paused to watch the Commander spin for a brief moment before shaking her head and continuing.

"The Commander's brain was largely intact. But the unprotected atmospheric re-entry and the prolonged exposure to subzero temperature left it... damaged. The Lazarus Project was quite extensive and we did what we could but the brain is still very much a mystery to the medical world. There is only so much one could do with cybernetics."

"Are you saying the Commander is mentally handicapped?" the Yeoman gasped, adding the pieces together. What's the point of this mission now if there is no one to lead it?

"Yes, but not as bad as you may think." Chakwas interjected. "She knows everything she should, all the rules, regulations and what not. She's still a hell of a shot with the gun, and still can use her golden tongue to get her out of trouble any day. She listens to others when she has to, and talks when needed to be heard. It's more like... Okay, imagine, if you will, being incredibly drunk. You don't have any restraints. Your mind is clouded from yourself, making you do things that you wouldn't normally do. Shepard's situation is an extreme case of being drunk minus the loss of control over bodily function. She can't make appropriate judgment at the moment. She has no self restraints. She just goes ahead and does whatever her impulses tell her to do, be it morally bad or good. If she wants to take something, she takes them even if it is stealing. If she wants to fight all of a sudden, she'll punch anyone and anything that she thinks she could fight. If she feels like she wants to lick you, well, I'm sure you had a firsthand experience with that. It's almost child-like you could say."

Great. So she licked me, not because of some psychosis, but because she wanted to. That's not creepy at all. Nope.

The three simultaneously turned their attention to the blonde who continued to spin around on the chair with an careless smile on her face.

"But how can she go on missions like this?"

"As I've said, she's just reckless right now, not dumb. She is very much capable of doing everything on her own. She can dodge bullets, kill enemies just as well as she would have done so two years ago. I don't think she'll change much in that aspect: She had always followed her instincts in a battle. We do have some drugs that can stimulate her brain to get her stable for a duration of time, but the drug is limited, not to mention the Commander can build immunity to the drug. We have to administer it only when her critical judgment is necessary."

"Okay." Kelly breathed out, taking in all the information. She was starting to understand the situation and why the Commander had suddenly bear hugged her and began licking her. Though it didn't explain why Shepard wanted to lick her, but she was willing to let that go for now.

"You can find the drugs in the med bay at all times. And you can find some underneath Shepard's bed just in case she does something that could hurt you or herself while you two sleep together at night." Wait what? "Though I believe a sedative would be better, but you never know. Just ask EDI if you can't find them."

She stared at the two women before her. "Wait, what do you mean: sleep together?"

"Well, like share the same room when you sleep, you know?" Miranda said in a ridiculing tone. "We're not asking you to sleep on the same bed Chambers. Unless, of course, you find that it is necessary in order to keep her relaxed."

"No, why would I be sharing room with the Commander at all? I mean, we barely know each other." And the fact that she licked me doesn't mean anything.

The redhead gave look that said have-you-lost-your-mind at the two women, who in turn, to the Yeoman's confusion, gave the same look back.

Chakwas and Miranda turned to each other for a moment in silence, mute messages passing between them while the sound of Shepard's small giggles filled the room.

Chakwas spoke first, her tone careful as if afraid of approaching the subject. "I'm led to believe you have been briefed of your duty on the Normandy by the Illusive Man himself. Right, Kelly?"

She nodded, not sure where this was going.

"Can you recite them for me?"

An odd question, she thought but nonetheless complied. "I am responsible for regular documentation of the Normandy's overall status and reporting them to Ms Lawson; I am also to observe and make psychic evaluation report regarding the crew and maintain group cohesion using my psychiatric experience; And finally, I am entrusted to sort and flag Shepard's private messages and intels that might affect her in various ways, and also help Commander Shepard in various manners, as her..." . The redhead paused. Then gulped. The truth was suddenly dawning on her. "...as her Personal Assistant."

Oh crap.

Chakwas and Miranda were both silent for a moment.

"Is that all?" The doctor asked seemingly worried.

"Yes, I think that's exactly what the Illusive Man told me over the-" the god-damn phone! This is not happening! "I mean, yes, that's all."

The old Doctor gave an 'I-told-you-so' look over at the brunette, who scrunched her face into a frown and scoffed.

"Well, it's not like he was lying!" She shouted, sporting a look that was dangerously close to pouting.

"Oh, face it Miranda, the poor girl's been duped."

"Yeah, I think I was." The redhead confirmed wide-eyed, incredulous of her situation. She assumed the term 'poor girl' was directed at her. "So I'm going to be the Commander's-"

"Personal Assistant, just as your contract says. You'll be following her virtually everywhere to keep her in line and help her in any ways you can." Miranda finished for her, the finality in her tone crushing.

"But you said she was capable of doing everything on her own!" Kelly turned frantically to the Doctor who merely shrugged in response.

"She is capable of doing everything, and anything on her own. Let us say she was in the shower alone and suddenly gets curious how it would feel to have her body covered in boiling hot water. If she gets such an idea for even a second her body would do it before her mind can even register what she has done. She needs someone to look after her."

"You mean I have to wash her too?" Please say no.

"I would say so. Who knows what she'll do." Damn it! "It's a good thing she likes you, or else she would have slapped you the moment you met. Or worse!"

That was when Shepard jumped out of her chair to dizzily walk over and hug the Yeoman.

"Yeah, I like you lots, Chambers. You taste nice." was all she said before she began licking the distraught Yeoman once more.

All the redhead could do right there and then was to sit and let her face be licked as she contemplated her fate.

Well, at least she isn't biting me. She thought for a moment before instantly regretting it.

The canines that sunk into her flesh felt rather benign compared to events she felt was coming for her in the next few months.

There you have it.

I have to say the second half felt a bit rushed for me (as it does with everything else I write) but as I always believed, its better to let someone else look at it now and judge rather than me constantly fixing every little thing and never get it right.

Thank you for taking the time to read and enjoy my story. Please give a constructive review if you have the time, or just say you liked my story if you don't. Because it would mean the world to me.

Thank you in advance,
Worms100