An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Ryder wakes to find her father is dead and he named her Pathfinder. She must navigate a strange, new galaxy whilst undertaking a task she had no preparation for. No big deal. It's not like she's got entire species expecting her to find them new worlds, delivering on the "Golden Worlds" promise that the Initiative sold them. And it's also not like she's got new aliens to deal with and Kett to kill. She can totally manage. No problem, whatsoever.
A retelling of Mass Effect: Andromeda with heavy focus on the Jaal/Ryder romance.
Sara groans at the sound of the incessant beeping filtering in through her sleep and waking her. She reaches for her holo-clock but after swatting at it, the beeping remains. She gives another groan and cracks open an eye, glancing around her quarters to see if she can find the source.
It's at that moment she sees her omni-tool glowing. A voice-call then.
Clearing her throat, she pushes herself into a sitting position, jolting just a little when something tighten around her waist. It takes her a long moment to remember the events of last night -- of sharing the bed with Jaal.
She turns her head, looking down at him with a fond smile on her lips. His brow is furrowed, meaning he's been woken from the noise as well, but his eyes are still closed and his face is buried into the pillow.
It's rather adorable to look at and she can't stop herself from leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheekbone. He cracks an eye open, but Sara pulls back and finally answers her omni-tool, putting the beeping to rest.
'Ryder here,' she mutters, her voice croaky from sleep.
'Ryder. Didn't mean to wake you. Just wanted to tell you that we've figured out a way to get you to Meridian. Meet me in the Tech Lab. We'll walk you through it and see what you think.'
It's Hayjer. She knows that much from his voice. She barely manages to get a "okay" out before the comm goes dead. She stares at her arm, confused as hell, before shaking her head and collapsing back against the bed.
Jaal's arm tightens around her waist again, pulling her flush to him. Sara smiles, turning in his embrace so she can drape an arm over him.
