8. Ah, Young Love

"Please, Sammi, listen to me! It's not what you think!" The young man in the business suit was making the impassioned plea to a young woman, evidently his girlfriend in one of the botanical gardens of the Citadel's Presidium level. The young lady wasn't having a bar of it.

"You know, whenever a guy tells me 'it's not what you think,' it's always what I think!" Sammi shot back before turning on her heel and walking briskly away. The young man began hastening after her.

"You gotta admit, the guy's persistent," Gunnery Chief Williams said to Shepard as the two paused on their way to the Council chambers to observe the lovers' tiff.

"If he's smart, he'll quit while he's behind," Shepard observed as the man caught up with Sammi and gripped her by the arm. "Oh, that's not going to help at all," she murmured.

Sammi wheeled around to face Andrew and hissed, "Get your hands off me!" Andrew released Sammi as though her skin had scalded his hands and held them up defensively.

"Please, just hear me out," Andrew said.

"Oh this should be good," Sammi almost snarled, "Tammi and Liz saw you! They saw you coming out of the Consort's chambers at TWO IN THE MORNING!" she shouted.

"Ah, and there's the heart of the matter," mused Shepard. "He feels he's not getting enough at home and decides to blow a year's salary getting his rocks off asari style."
"It might not be like that, Skipper," Ashley said.

"Oh right, he could have gone to see Sha'ira for a nice chat but I think we both know that's unlikely," Shepard replied.

"Ah..." Andrew trailed off. He should have known those two would run straight to Samantha. They never had liked him.

"Yes, 'Ah,'" replied Samantha. "You have any reason to go see that prostitute, besides the obvious?"
"She isn't a prostitute!" Andrew protested, perhaps a little too strongly, "She's the Consort."
"It's the same thing!" Sammi snapped.

"Look, I swear to you, we didn't have sex," Andrew said earnestly.

"You know what? I almost believe him," Shepard said from where she and Ashley were standing close to the happy couple.

Sammi stood glaring at Andrew, her arms crossed over her chest and said, "So you were seen leaving the Consort's chamber and you're trying to tell me you weren't having sex?"
"Sometimes people go there for advice and to talk things over," Andrew said, glad that she seemed to be calming down.

"You know, in most relationships that aren't dysfunctional, people talk to their partners for advice!" Sammi said, a vein pulsing in her forehead. She angrily ran a hand through her shoulder-length auburn hair. How many times had Andrew ran his fingers through her hair? she thought and felt a tear begin to slip from one jade-green eye.

"Oh dear, now the tears have started," Shepard observed quietly. "She'll either collapse sobbing into his arms and all will be forgiven or she'll go nuclear and have to be put down by C-Sec."
"You are such a cynic, Commander," Ashley replied.

"Samantha, sweetheart, I went to see the Consort to ask her the best way to...aw hell with it." Andrew dropped to one knee in front of Samantha and, looking up into her eyes, asked "Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"

"Aww, that's so romantic!" Ashley blurted out. Then she turned away as tears pricked at her eyes. "I'm sorry, I have something in my eye."
"That is so twee, I think I'm going to be sick," Shepard replied as Samantha embraced Andrew and smothered him in kisses.

A/N: That's all for now but there may be more in the future. Hope you enjoyed reading it.