Tali drinks through an emergency induction port. (hasashotgun) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-06 10:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, garrus vakarian, tali'zorah vas normandy |
Who: Tali and Garrus.
What: A whole lot of being not okay.
Where: An NSA safehouse.
When: Early Wednesday morning.
Rating: PG-13, for barnacle penis references and other awkward moments.
Status: Complete!
Logically, Tali knew she should try and rest. To say it had been a stressful week was the understatement of the century and by all accounts she was exhausted; but she hadn't slept more than an hour since they'd gotten out. It wasn't for lack of trying, since she'd just spent the past four hours laying in bed next to a sleeping Garrus, alternating between staring at the ceiling and studying the wall. But every time she closed her eyes, she saw the manic grin of the red-haired woman who'd grabbed her, or the faint glow of a cigarette and cybernetic eyes, or some other reminder of what had happened.
She needed to do something, anything to try and occupy her mind.
As quietly and as carefully as she could, Tali slipped herself out of bed. She still felt (and probably looked) like hell– there was a wicked bump on her head from her fight with the redheaded assassin, her wrists and ankles were chafed from being restrained, and she was pretty sure she'd cracked a rib or two when she'd toppled that bolted-down chair. Everything ached and protested as she made her way over to her computer equipment. Garrus had been smart enough to grab it himself, which she appreciated greatly, even if running the Fat Man program on the memory had completely destroyed anything and everything. That was the point– when she'd heard someone break in, she couldn't take the risk of letting anything incriminating get out.
Besides. Reprogramming it gave her something to work on while she wasn't sleeping.