Pairing: Abby Williams/Liselle T’Loak, because I don’t believe in canon
Word Count: ~2,500
Summary: A pair of infiltration girlfriends are finally on the same squad again, and they have some stories to tell.
For: swaps55, without whom this fic would never have reason to exist and whose salarian infiltrator I miss very dearly.
Note: Abby’s an N7 Shadow and Liselle is an asari huntress. And I don’t treat novaguards too kindly in this, so if that’s your favorite multiplayer class, I’m sorry.
Abby tucks her hair behind her ear, apologizes to the drell who’s been unsuccessfully hitting on her for the past half hour, and walks a few steps away to check her omnitool.
Noveria. Reports of Collector activity. Departure time 2345.
Just enough time to make it back to the apartment she shares with three other soldiers, grab a quick shower and her gear, and be at the docks with two minutes to spare. She returns to the bar to pay her tab - all twenty-five credits of it - and politely brush off one more advance from the drell.
Ash talked about Noveria once, when Abby got her drunk enough after Horizon went south. Cold, with acid-spitting rachni and geth and that asari matriarch who went crazy. Benezia doesn’t seem so crazy now, not with indoctrination reports getting worse by the week. And some days, when she’s crouching behind a box, pinned down by ravager crossfire, acid doesn’t sound like a half-bad idea.
Geth she could still do without.
There is nothing I don’t love about this.
But “Our salarian’s been down for months. I miss that guy.” means I am going to HUG YOU FOREVER.