A quick note (in case you didn't read summary): The six chapters that will eventually make up this story are unrelated. Each exists in an alternate galaxy with an alternate Shepard.

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Chapter One: I need medi-gel…and booze.

Jack's communicator beeped again. What was that, the fifth time now? She didn't care. Whoever it was could go to hell. "Another round?" asked the bartender.

"Hell yes," Jack replied. The man poured her another drink and set it down in front of her. She drained half the glass in one go. Why him? Out of all the people fighting in this damn war, why did he have to die? She could hear the last words they said to each other playing through her head.

"Don't get killed, dumbass. When this is over, I'm getting laid."

"I love you, too."

He loved her. But what was really killing her was that she loved him, and she had never told him. Now she never will. She wasted her last chance. She even called him a dumbass. She took another swig as a scarred turian sat to her left and ordered a drink. "Jack," he said, nodding.

"Fuck off, Garrus."

"We've been trying to contact you."

"What makes you think I care?"

"You should care."

"Go fuck yourself, Garrus."

Garrus shook his head and turned to leave. Something stopped him, however, as he was just sitting there, staring at something. Normally, Jack would have turned to see what he was looking at, but right now, she didn't give a shit. "What are you doing here? You should be in the hospital."

Jack's heart nearly stopped when she heard the voice of a dead man behind her. "The hospital didn't have any booze." She whirled around to see Shepard walking towards her. His face was even more scarred than usual. She could tell from the way he was moving that he was in bad shape. Anyone else would probably need help just to get to the bathroom. Garrus and Jack's mouths were hanging open. "What? Have I got something on my face?" Shepard sat down next to Jack and ordered a drink.

"Who let you out of the hospital?" Garrus asked.

"After the shit I've done, who do you think would try to stop me?"

"Good point."

Shepard downed his entire drink at once. "Garrus?"

"Yes, Commander?"

"Why don't you take a walk?"

"Yes, sir." Garrus got up, paid for his drink, and left the two humans alone.

For almost a minute, neither spoke. Jack broke the silence. "You look like shit."

"You look beautiful," Shepard replied without missing a beat.

"Shut up, dumbass." Shepard chuckled. "Hey, Jayne…"

Shepard's brows furrowed. "I told you not to call me that in public."

"Shut up. I need to say this before I sober up." Jack took a deep breath. "I love you, Jayne."

Jayne Shepard tried to look annoyed, but he was betrayed by the smile forming on his lips. "I know, Jack. I love you, too."

They sat in silence for several minutes. Out of nowhere, someone behind Shepard cleared their throat. They turned slowly to find a scowling Doctor Chakwas.

Across the street from the bar, Garrus and Tali were sitting in a restaurant that was serving dextro food until the relays were repaired. Tali glanced out the window. "Keelah…" Garrus gave her a confused look and followed her gaze. What he saw, he was not prepared for. Doctor Chakwas was pulling Commander Shepard out of the bar and back to the hospital by his ear. Jack was following them and laughing her ass off. Garrus and Tali looked at each other and burst into laughter.