This is AU. Just saying.

Major Coats/Fem Shep pairing.

Coats doesn't have a first name that I could see referenced anywhere in the game. So I'm calling him, Liam.

This set after ME3, reapers were destroyed.

Shepard is: Earthborn, War Hero and Paragade.

Unrelated to any of my other stories.

Rated M for language...and…hot stuff lol.

Beta: CelticGrace

Bioware owns all. Sadly.

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"You've already finished your reps for the day, Commander." The young rehab therapist tried to pull her away from the weight bench.

"Fuck off." Shepard muttered. She did another thirty reps just to aggravate him.


"Go away." She was being difficult, mostly because she couldn't remember his fucking name.

She'd gone through three physical therapists in the last two months. The reaper war had ended three months earlier, and left her with two broken arms, four broken ribs, multiple fractures to her left leg and a severe concussion. She'd woken up in a hospital a couple of weeks after the crucible had fired with no recollection of how the hell she'd gotten there. They moved her to the rehab facility just three weeks ago.

"Commander?" The annoying man with no name was back.

"I am not finished." She started to lift the weight again but her arm finally gave out.

"It would seem that you are finished." A familiar voice remarked. Major Liam Coats stepped into view as he lifted the weight from her to set it safely back on the stand. "Are you harassing Jeff?"

"Are you finished harassing the nurses?" Shepard wiped the sweat from her brow to get a better look at the handsome Major. "Brunette or Blonde this time?"

"Redhead," he grinned at her.

"Wait, who the hell is Jeff?" She rolled her eyes at him.

"He's your physical therapist, Shepard." Liam shook his head and laughed. "Poor man."

"Oh good, now I have a name for my pain." Shepard glared at the physical therapist who threw his hands up in the air and stormed away. "Do you think he's coming back?"

"Not today." Coats' smile widened. Cocky bastard.

"Stop smiling like that, the cute nurses aren't here to appreciate it." She didn't bother to hide her amusement.

"C'mon, love, I'll help you back to your room." Liam held his hand out to help her up.

She ignored the hand and struggled to her feet on her own. She would not allow her injuries to make her feel fucking helpless. He sighed loudly but didn't saying anything while the Commander slowly made her way through the facility to her room. And naturally, he followed her inside like he owned the damn place.

"I am going to shower." She couldn't deal with him drenched completely in sweat and feeling…gross.

"Need help?"

"You are nothing but a fucking flirt." She headed into the bathroom and slammed the door in his face.

Liam took a seat in one of the chairs in the room to wait for her to finish showering. He still remembered finding the Commander in the rubble after the reapers were destroyed. He thought that he'd just found her body, but she had one last breath in her. He applied medi-gel and performed CPR on her, then carried her all the way to one of the makeshift tent hospitals nearby. He didn't think she remembered any of it.

Admiral Hackett had asked him to keep a close eye on the Commander while she recovered. The Admiralty was concerned that too much attention would be given while she needed peace and quiet. Shepard didn't know that either. It wasn't often that he received an assignment to watch out for a legend, and a beautiful one at that.

"Major? Are you still out there?" Shepard's voice filtered through the bathroom door.


"Good, well can the person that sounds just like Major Asshat come give me a hand." Shepard's voice sounded oddly muffled.

"Ask nicely." He stood and started towards the door.

"How about this? I won't spread a rumor to the nurses that you have warts where warts shouldn't be," Shepard retorted.

"Now that's just cruel." He opened the door and practically bit through his lip to keep from laughing.

"A little help?" Her voice lost the snarky edge and sounded…exhausted.

"And I didn't even have to ask you out to dinner." He didn't want to know how she'd gotten into her current predicament.

She stood with one leg in the shower and one leg out. She'd obviously been trying to pull a shirt on because her arms were stuck inside the shirt and that was the only article of clothing on her body at the moment. Beautiful. He told himself to focus.

"How the hell…"

"I'm glaring at you, I know you can't see it, but I am." She grumbled at him.

Liam reached up and carefully eased the t-shirt down where it was supposed to be. She let him help her get the rest of the way out of the stall. He turned his back while she pulled a pair of clean pants on, and then offered his arm which this time she accepted. He lifted her up on the bed in the center of the room.

"There's nothing wrong with asking for help, love." He gave her a sympathetic look. "Do you want to walk in the gardens?"

"Don't you have a nurse to molest?" Shepard never liked sympathy.

It made her prickly. She didn't ask for help ever, it was one of the things that he admired about her. Today had been a rare exception.

"She was…exceptional." He stuck with light-hearted; it would help her more than pushing her on other subjects.

"They're always exceptional." She closed her eyes and tried to fight a yawn unsuccessfully. "Go bother the redhead, I need a nap."

He started to respond but she was already snoring quietly. He grabbed the blanket from the foot of the bed and draped it over her.

"You are exceptional." He muttered to the sleeping Commander before heading for the door. He did have a date in a few hours with the hot nurse.