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[cursio-neptune]

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Poor Sun is still adjusting. Also, you can see him lying on the ground staring at the ceiling in Hide and Seek and Geronimo

[twyla-b00geyman]

[shadowisabean]

Presents!!! 😍🐶🎁

[qlqniel]

Happy Christmas,

And may you always keep the wonder of children!

Parc National des Ecrins, December 2016

[ripley95]

Brown Paper Packages Tied up With String

Pairing: Female Shepard/Kaidan Alenko

Rating: G

Summary: It's Christmas in the middle of the Reaper War. The final push is inching near, and Shepard is feeling the stress. She finds comfort in Kaidan's arms as they share what has become their first Christmas together.

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Shepard was riding the elevator down to the cargo hold of the Normandy. She'd just made her way back from the Citadel for a quick supply run, or at least, that's what it was meant to be. A quick supply run was never just a quick supply run anymore. She was too recognizable these days, and people constantly stopped her for help. In truth, she was often the one overhearing conversations and budding in to help anyway, despite no one having asked for it. Damn her and her generous heart. She shook her head at the thought. She didn't really mean that. Everyone she helped was just trying to do their best in this war. Many of them were doctors needing supplies, C-Sec needing to relocate refugees or enhance security. She knew her involvement in these situations was for the betterment of everyone and would help them all succeed in the end, but damn it if it didn't wear on her sometimes.

She leaned against the elevator wall as it made its way down. She rubbed the tension from her forehead. She must have been scowling all day, judging from the slight soreness between her brows. She didn't even remember looking at herself in the mirror this morning, but she was almost certain there were dark circles under her eyes. There was hardly a day that passed by when they weren't there anymore.

As the elevator descended, she started to hear loud bass. She perked her head up at it. She hadn't pre-authorized any casual use of the docking bay. She wasn't about to shut it down or anything either. They were still docked for shore leave, after all. It was more of a surprise than anything else. Whatever was going on, she was sure her crew deserved it. There was a time and a place for rules and authority, but she felt just as strongly about boosting morale. Her crew was the spearhead of this war just as much as she was, and she was sure it weighed on them just as much as it weighed on her. Whatever was going on, she was sure it was important.

The doors opened, and loud Christmas music flooded her ears. Christmas? Already? She stopped and looked around. People were dancing. There was a cooler with ice and cold drinks. A makeshift table full of some kind of takeout was set up against the shuttle. Some simple decorations were strewn around the room haphazardly as though this was some last-minute thing. She could hardly believe that Christmas was here. Time sure had a way of sneaking up on her. Then again, war had a way of pushing things like holidays to the back of her mind. There were more important things to focus on as much as she wanted to celebrate.

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