Hearts Over Minds

Chapter 3 - Reassurance

Hey Hey Hey! What's up, Guys? Here's Chapter 3! Giggity!


Comm. Room, Normandy

"We done all we can for the Commander, Jentha, it's the best we could do," Jacob told The Blue Suns Commander.

Jentha looked down at the table, "It's my fault. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, it just...He gave me a choice and I was very distracted..."

"It's alright, I'm sure he'll understand," Jacob told her.

"Shepard wouldn't have been put in this position if it wasn't for her," Miranda said, next to Jacob.

Jacob looked at her.

"It was his decision, not ours," Garrus said on the side with Jentha.

"Perhaps," Miranda replied.

The door opened, and stepping in was Wallace.

"Damn, Wallace, I didn't think you'd be up," Jacob said to him.

They all looked at him with pained expressions.

Jentha looked horrified, she had done this to him?

He was only in his Cerberus Trousers and boots. Leaving his chest exposed, which made Jentha a bit...juicy, in the south, but it quickly went away, seeing his upper left chest bandaged from the base of his cheek, down to about halfway down his upper arm.

"Anybody got a mirror? I wanna know what I look like, but nobody will give me one," Wallace said to them.

Garrus chuckled, "Hell, Shepard, to us Turians, you always looked ugly, put some make-up on, and nobody will notice."

Wallace laughed, but stopped short from pain, "Ah, mm, that hurts. Quit it, Garrus," he said as he winced.

The Turian chuckled again while he shook his head.

Wallace gave him a grin, "You imagine getting shot in the face by a missile."

"I'd be a lot prettier than you," Garrus replied.

"No, you won't. You'd look the same," Wallace shot back.

"Pretty much," Garrus admitted as he shrugged.

Wallace gave a pained chuckle.

"Commander, I need to return to my duties," Jacob said as he saluted.

Wallace gave him a nod, a cue that he can leave. Jacob made his way past the Commander.

"I as well, Shepard," Miranda said, beginning to do the same.

Again, Wallace nodded.

That left Garrus, and Jentha, who was looking down at the ground.

"I'm fit to help with whatever I can, Commander, I'll be down in the forward battery, see what I can do with those babies," he said, walking past the Commander.

"You do that," Wallace told him.

Now, that left just the two of them.

Wallace walked up to her, putting a hand on her shoulder, she was still wearing her Blue Suns armor, no doubt, she gotten looks from the crew.

"Hey, You ok?" He asked.

"I can't believe I made you get hit by that missile. I should have expected Tarak to come back..." She replied to him.

"It's Alright, Jentha, you did what you could. I probably wouldn't have made it if you didn't give me Medi-gel," he said to her assuringly.

She smiled at him, but it faded; "I could have taken the hit, though!"

"Maybe, maybe not, but I didn't want your beautiful face and wonderful hair to be ruined by a jackass," Wallace said to her.

She shrugged, "Yeah, he was a jackass, wasn't he? But, still...I just...feel responsible for your injuries."

He patted her shoulder, "Like I said, I'll make it, Jentha. You were the heroine who made it possible."

Again, she smiled, and it stayed.

"So, what would you like to do? If you don't want to be here, I can drop you off at the Citadel, Omega..." Wallace said, but was silenced by a gloved finger to the mouth.

"I...I want to stay...with you," she told him, smiling at the end.

Wallace smiled through her finger, kissing it, she laughed, something that sounded beautiful to him.


It was short, but I think it was good, eh?

Sorry about the beginning of the Author's notes, it came from out of the blue...

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~Dark