It takes several feedback sessions before Jack musters her courage to ask Kahlee leisurely, once they are done talking the students: “So… if I may ask…”


"You and Shepard… how did you two meet?"

The woman blinks, once. “I’m afraid I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting the Commander.”

Jack eyes her from head to toe: the blonde mane, the pretty face, the slim figure, the sparkling eyes, nothing showing her age. “You haven’t?”

"No. Why – ah, I see. When I said that a friend had asked me, I meant David Anderson. You know Anderson?"

"Uh, not in person. Shepard – Shepard mentioned him a couple of times." More than a couple, in fact. Jack never saw the man in person as she always stayed on board those few times when the Normandy docked on the Citadel. Anderson. Shepard’s CO, mentor, friend… and the Councillor. Soooo…

Embarrassed how relieved she feels, Jack nearly overlooks the obvious.

Seeing her frown and narrow her eyes, Kahlee produces a small smile – a bit warded, and a little bit mischievous. She taps her fingers on her table. “Me and David go back a long time. We sort of bumped into each other when he was being tested as a Spectre candidate, and never really let go, I suppose. - Never really pursued anything much, either,” she ends on a somewhat pensive note, looking past Jack for a moment, but as her eyes focus again, she raises her brows and tilts her head. “Did you?”

Did what? Pursue? Let go?

Jack’s throat tightens.

The mischief is gone in an instant, replaced with concern as Kahlee leans forward. “I’m sorry, Jack. I shouldn’t have pried. Sorry.”

Jack nods stiffly, unsure of her voice, and angry with both Sanders and herself, for giving away so much of… what? Sanders knows, or has figured out, anyway. “What did Anderson tell you about me?” she asks bluntly.

"He gave me your dossier – your past and your psychological profile, and said that you deserve a chance, that you have earned it and that a trustworthy friends has vouched for you."

The implication is obvious and Jack doesn’t bother to confirm it.


Startled, she looks up, and Kahlee looks straight in her eye. “I understand why he didn’t tell me, and that this is strictly confidential. If the media got wind of this…” She shakes her head, disgusted, but then her eyes sparkle briefly. “Though I’m not going to pretend that I’m not curious.”

To her surprise, Jack finds herself reciprocating the smile. “You wouldn’t believe.”

A raised brow. “I might surprise you.”

For a while, they grin at each other just like some teenage students.

Light chatting about one’s love life turns out an unexpectedly pleasant experience.

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His abilities are amazing.


Delenn, describing the human race:

"They do not seek conformity. They do not surrender. Out of their differences comes symmetry, their unique capacity to fight against impossible odds. Hurt them, and they only come back stronger. The passions we deplore have taken them to their place among the stars, and will propel them to a great destiny. Their only weakness is that they do not recognize their own greatness. They forget that they have come to this place through two million years of evolution, struggle, and blood. They are better than they think, and nobler than they know. They carry within them the capacity to walk among the stars like giants. They are the future, and we have much to learn from them."

—Delenn, Babylon Squared


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I just love Ollie’s multi-tasking ♥


Ah, Oliver, you idiot… Ah, Oliver, you idiot… Ah, Oliver, you idiot…

Ah, Oliver, you idiot…

Can someone explain me why Oliver keeps pining for Laurel when he has this brave, beautiful, intelligent, witty and devoted woman who trusts in him unconditionally, right under his nose? 


Confession: I’ve played the Fade enough times I can do it in 20 minutes, so it doesn’t bother me. I can compartmentalize the Deep Roads by area, so I don’t hate that. What I hate most of all in Origins is the constant running back and forth in the Brecillian Forest. I am constantly getting lost no matter how many times I play


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Mother and son by Vlad Kamenski