In the Normandy shower

It was only a couple days after Jack and Miranda had their altercation in Miranda’s office and the two girls had expressed their absolute dislike for the other. Though neither wanted to acknowledge that the other might have had some point and that perhaps their conflict really stemmed from unchecked feelings and buried emotions.

Still, Miranda simply wanted to relax with a nice hot shower… or at least as hot as it could get on a spaceship in the middle of nowhere. Miranda sighed as she stripped her clothes off. It was pretty easy as Miranda unzipped her jumpsuit and slid off her underwear. She put her clothes in the locker and hopped in the shower.

Miranda was shocked to see that she was not in fact the only one showering. For the first time, Miranda saw Jack in her truly naked form, without belts or anything to hide her body. Miranda felt her heart almost stop as she found herself staring at the naked biotic. “Jack…” Miranda said.

Jack immediately turned surprised to see Miranda standing naked. The two of them had purposefully avoided showering together. Jack often waited for Miranda to be asleep for her to even get in the shower, but with the added tension of the ever approaching doom, Jack had finally let her guard down and was now in the shower naked with Miranda.

“Oh great, just what I needed,” Jack huffed. “The cheerleader in her all natural form. You really are a perfect bitch.”

Miranda raised her eyebrow. While it was likely supposed to be an insult, it felt like Jack wasn’t even insulting Miranda at all. Could Miranda have been wrong about Jack’s feelings toward her. Miranda wasn’t even sure how to respond.