"You have to walk a bit slower. I'm not as young as I used to be," an older man spoke.

"Yeah yeah, that excuse doesn't work yet. You're only thirty."

"And a Salarian. Trust me when I say you're thirty four years young, it's a compliment for a human."

The woman playfully nudged her boyfriend in the shoulder as they walked along the Presidium. The Salarian wrapped his arm around her and she settled into his embrace. One of the horns of his head had a scar along its length. A small burn mark on the back of his neck that never quite healed. She didn't care. He was with her now.

"Mmm. So why'd you bring me out here? Dinner wasn't enough?" she cooed.

"They just got that new park all done. Thought it was worth taking a stroll through."

"Really? You know how boring that is. But I guess if we make it quick we can catch the Pulsar race. Asari have the lead unless the Krogans can race past them tonight-"

Her words stopped and her eyes looked right past him.

"Sweety, what's wrong?"

She left his arms and was off the walkway, nearly running, to a skycar parked next to the artificial lake of the park.

"Oh my god," she whispered.

She kept staring at it. She moved up and down the sides. Looking at it from every angle. Then, against any car enthusiasts' better judgment, she placed her hand on it. It was more to make sure she wasn't seeing something that wasn't there and going completely crazy.

"It's...it's my car..." she said in a low voice.

Everything was there. The make was the same. The model was the same. That wasn't why she was in shock. It's exterior paint job was the same: a metallic burgundy featuring a black stripe down the middle. Exposed metal were chrome plated just enough to notice, but not shiny enough to be gawdy. The windows tinted a shade darker than most. The underside in a matte silver. The joke that anyone underneath would see a silver bullet streak across the skyway.

"I know," was all her lover said.

She whipped towards him to see the smile on his face.

"You?"

"Yeah."

"But...how?"

"I still had some old holo pics of us...er...umm...old the gang...on my omni-tool."

She stared at him with those wide eyes of hers.

"I...wanted to remember who I was fighting for."

It wasn't the answer to the question she meant, but it was the important one that mattered to him.

She looked back at the car. She could remember selling it to the volus dealer. They gave her twenty thousand less than what it was worth, but it didn't matter. It was enough for what she needed to protect her friend. She'd spent a whole day reading on shield capacitors. Her boyfriend joined her in her state of shock. He lead her to the vehicle's interface and lifted her hand to touch. The doors opened up automatically; it was coded to her hand-print. At that she quirked an odd eyebrow at him.

"Took your prints from your coffee mug. Wanted it to truly be yours."

It was remarkable how it looked. The interior was exactly as the same. Not new. Every little detail was how she remembered it.

"Wait...that stain...that was when your tupari spilled?" she pointed at the passenger side carpet.

"Yeah. You turned so sharp it came right out of the can."

"You...put that in? How did you even remember all that?"

He tugged a bit at his collar as if it'd make him find the words.

"Salarians have a really good memory," he lied.

She moved towards her lover and cupped his cheek to bring his eyes to hers.

"Honey, was I not the only one with a crush back then?"

He chuckled and held her hand. He couldn't say anything, but she could see right past him.

"You didn't have to."

"I know I didn't. I wanted to. That armor kept me around longer than I should have. I know what you gave up for me. And before I'm gone I wanted to return the favor..."

"Shut up with the life span talk."

He smiled and they both looked back at the car.

"Go for a drive?" she asked.

She sat in the synthetic leather seat and she felt like a teenager again.

"You ridin shotgun?"

He jumped into the seat next to her. No sooner was he settled did he feel her lips on his. It sent their hearts racing. The sensation flashing them back to that time after Purgatory when they shared that special night where everything felt right. That same sense of passion as fresh as it was the first time.

"Punch it," he said.

The high pitched whine echoed through the air as the car rocketed into the skyway.

For the both of them, Salarian and Human, the feeling of youth was fantastic.

After the last chapter I needed to write something a bit happier to keep the status quo.