After the War.

It was over. They did it. Shepard did it.

The Reapers bodies lay motionless over the galaxy. Removing them to be launched into the orbit of a star was next.

As the civilizations celebrated the end of the nightmaerw there were those desperately looking for their loved ones. Once particular tattooed biotic, after making sure her students were safe, ran from safe zone to safe zone looking for a perfect bitch.

"Hey!" Jack yelled to one of the officers. "I'm looking for Miranda Lawson. She here?!"

"Jack."

Jack turned to see the girl she had been searching for handling the recovery aspects for this spot.

"Fucking A." Jack rushed to her.

"Are you..." Miranda didn't get to finish because Jack shoved her tongue into her mouth.

The others around the spot cleared out for their own safety and their privacy.

"I guess we're not keeping this a secret anymore?" Miranda asked as she pulled back.

"Fuck that." Jack pulled her closer. "I'm making sure everyone know this ass is mine." she squeezed Mirandas cheek through her suit.

"Such a romantic." Miranda laughed.

"Miss. Lawson." Someone interrupted them.

"Hey she's busy!" Jack snapped.

"Jack." Miranda turned to the soldier. "Yes?"

"We found Commander Shepard. You're needed immediately."

"Shepard!" Jack shouted. "Let's go!"

"They only asked for..."

"She's coming." Miranda locked their hands together.

'Taking charge.' Jack smirked. 'Oh Im fucking her senseless later'.

They ran to the shuttle. Their hands still locked together.