Talk to Liara

Shepard’s palms pressed against the cool metal of the Normandy’s wall as she steadied herself, her breathing still uneven, her pulse racing. The corridor stretched ahead, silent and dimly lit, but her thoughts were anything but calm. Whatever had just happened with Kaidan—whatever that was—it wasn’t her. It couldn’t be. She’d felt it, though. The raw, electric need that had surged through her, the way her body had moved without her conscious command. It was as if something—or someone—had hijacked her.

What the hell is going on with you, Shepard? she muttered to herself, pushing off the wall and heading toward the medical bay. She needed answers, and there was only one person on board who could give them to her.

“Liara,” she said as she entered the medical bay, her voice sharper than she intended. The asari turned from the console she’d been working at, her blue eyes widening slightly at the sight of Shepard.

“Shepard? Are you alright? You look…” Liara’s voice trailed off, her brow furrowing as she studied the commander. Shepard’s hair was disheveled, her breathing labored, and there was a restless energy in her movements that didn’t go unnoticed.

“I’m fine,” Shepard lied, her tone clipped. “But I need you to run some tests. Something’s… off.”

Liara’s gaze softened, and she nodded, gesturing to the medical bed. “Of course. Lie down, and I’ll take a look.”

Shepard hesitated for a moment before complying, her boots clicking against the floor as she crossed the room. She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands gripping the edge tightly. “I don’t know what’s happening to me, Liara. It’s like… I’m not in control of my own body. My thoughts. My desires.”

Liara’s expression grew more serious as she moved to the console beside the bed, her fingers darting over the interface. “Can you describe it? When this happens, what do you feel?”

Shepard’s jaw tightened as she searched for the words. “It’s like a switch flips. One second, I’m fine, and the next… I’m consumed by something I can’t explain. This overwhelming need. Like my body isn’t mine anymore.”

Liara’s eyes flicked to Shepard’s face, concern etched in her features. “That’s… unusual. Let’s start with a neural scan. If there’s something interfering with your cognitive functions, we’ll find it.”

Shepard nodded, lying back on the bed as Liara adjusted the scanner above her. The soft hum of the machine filled the room, and Shepard closed her eyes, willing herself to stay still. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the occasional beep of the console.

Liara looks at the scans and after a while there is a ping she looks up to see a reading of a program reading. Liara takes a moment to look at the sexually aroused Shepard in front of her.