This is a BtVS OC blog for Dana Lehane, Daughter of Faelen Lehane
Multi Ship
Multi Verse
EXTREMELY Crossover friendly
Mun is of age
NSFW might happen
NSFW tag: ;just like animals
OOC tag: Out of Fur
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Danny very slowly drew him out out of his mouth, “Morning,” he smirked a little his voice husky, then gripped his base and took Shepard’s member back into his mouth, teasing his tip with his tongue and humming.
“Dude what the fuck ever, I don’t care what they say that’s not his sister,” Carver huffed.
“...your brother is white,” Cortez commented.
Carver turned to stare at him as the color difference never once crossed his mind.
“Nah, it’s not like that, Carver thinks they’re fucking,” Vega responded as he pulled himself up on the pull bar.
“That’s his sister,” Cortez rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, bullshit,” Carver huffed.
“He’s just still mad he had to pay me a thousand credits,” Vega snorted, “Just cause you aren’t close with your siblings, doesn’t mean there aren’t siblings that actually like each other.”
Carver was stone faced outwardly but inwardly he flinched. He didn’t blame Vega, Carver’s callous attitude often made people think he was emotionally infallible. He was good at faking it. Vega didn’t know how deep his words really cut.
“Yeah, I think they like each other a little too much,” Carver grumbled.
“Give it a rest, Tonto,” Vega snorted.
Carver huffed leaving them down in the shuttle bay before he tried to bet them both Money. He already lost money to Vega he didn’t need to lose more, so he’d wait until he had actual proof. He couldn’t quite pinpoint why he was obsessed with being right. His mind was scarcely willing to venture that it might have had something to do with Danny.
Honestly Carver wanted to just outright ask him, but how does one go about asking someone if they’re fucking they’re ‘sister.’ Carver would punch someone for asking, of course his sisters are REALLY his sisters. How does one go about asking if she’s REALLY his sister without pissing someone off. He used to get that question about Eli. ‘Is that your real brother?’ Yes, bitch, do you think he’d claim me otherwise?
Carver decided he was just going to the bar instead, while they were still docked at the citadel. But he stopped by the mess hall. An overheard conversation however made him pause.
“You wanna do this right here on the table,” he heard Shepard’s voice.
“Better than in the Med Lab, Chakwas would have a fit,” his sister responded.
“Okay…well...bend over the table,” there was a slight bit of humor in his voice.
“Someone got bossy,” she chuckled lowly.
Carver was around the corner pressed up against the opposite side of the kitchen. Shepard said something inaudible and they both laughed.
“Okay, you ready?” Shepard seemed to have apprehension in his voice.
“Just waiting on you, just shove it in there don’t keep me waiting,” she huffed.
Shepard winced a little with the forceps in his hands, “It’s in pretty deep it’s gonna be hard to pull it out.”
“Just do it, I’d do it myself but I can’t reach,” Shahira huffed.
“Okay,” Shepard started down at the wound in her back, shrapnel from her last escapade. She’d refused to let Chakwas do it, or even let her know that she was injured. He has field medical training, but Chakwas would probably lay into him about not forcing her to go.
She audibly gasped when the forceps went into the wound, Shepard tried to work quickly as to not prolong her pain. Instinctively he wanted to reassure her that she’d be fine but Shahira didn’t need it, she’d probably just yell at him. He grasped the sharp piece of metal and pulled suppressing a flinch as she groaned in pain. His head turned turned to hear voices, Carver and Vega talking, but he was too busy to register the words.
“Oh shit, Loco, what the hell? Do you need something…? Like the Doctor,” there was a hint of a chastising tone in Vega’s voice. He was right, he shouldn’t be doing this, Chakwas should be.
“Medi gel,” Shepard said flatly, not even acknowledging the undertones of the statement. He could apply the medi gel, but it would be easier if someone else did it. Vega complied pursing his lips to look back at Carver who was staring in disbelief.
“There, next time you’re going to the med lab,” Shepard told her firmly.
“Sure,” she told him the tone had a bit of a patronizing quality to it that told him that she wasn’t going to go. Shepard narrowed his eyes but she barely batted one of hers.
“I’m just gonna...leave you two…” Vega backed up a little.
“Thank you Lieutenant,” Shepard said tersely not looking away from Shahira.
“No problem,” Vega moved back until he was standing next to Carver, and nudged him in the ribs with his elbow, “See Tonto? You need to chill the fuck out, seriously, just because you tryin’ to fuck everyone doesn’t mean everyone is tryin’ to fuck.”
“Fuck you,” Carver snorted.
“Not really my type, I like ‘em with a few more curves,” Vega smirked.
Carver rolled his eyes, “I’m gonna go drink excessively.”
Vega sighed, “I’m coming, someone has to make sure you don’t drown in your own vomit.”
They weren’t expecting to see a new face aboard. Not just from docking at the Citadel. She’s was small, dark skinned and as far as Carver could tell a nice butt. He watched how the pair interacted. The way her eyes peered up solely at him and her body and feet faced him when she spoke. Commander Shepard’s posture nearly mimicked hers, but he was more relaxed. There was a genuine smile on his face, that seemed to touch his eyes as well. Something else danced behind his eyes that Carver couldn’t read too well.
“He’s fuckin’ her,” Carver announced, “Or he wants to.”
Danny furrowed his eyebrows just a bit. They watched through the window of Dr. Chakwas’s office so the young shifter couldn’t pick up a scent to tell if he was right or wrong. It was only a hint of jealousy that made Danny deny it immediately, “No he’s not.”
“She doesn’t seem like his type…” Vega said with a shrug.
Carver arched an eyebrow, “No there is definitely something there that’s WAY more than friendly, there is a certain way you look at woman you’ve seen naked, I’d bet you a thousand credits.”
“No Carver, there’s a certain way YOU look at a woman you’ve seen naked,” Danny responded.
“What’s wrong?” Carver chuckled softly, “ ‘fraid he replaced you?”
Danny frowned heavily and shot him a rather wounded look. Immediately Vegas’s hand shot out and smacked Carver in the back of his head.
What? He mouthed to Vegas he eyes wide. Vega’s eyes darted to Danny and Carver seemed to be clueless for a moment, and Vega was ready to swat at him again until Carver saw the hurt puppy look that Danny wore.
He always looks like that, He mouth over Danny’s head, who was now watching Shepard and the woman intently. Vega narrowed his eyes at Carver.
Dude, say something...smarter, Vega mouth angrily.
Carver drew in a breath and let it out slowly as he tried to formulate his words more carefully, “Maybe he just likes contrast...you’re a pale dude, she’s a dark chick…”
Well the expression on his face certainly changed, into one of confusion as Danny slowly turned his head to look at Carver, “What?”
Carver shrugged, as Vega wore the same confused expression.
“Are you saying Shepard’s sexual orientation is Yin Yang?” Danny was staring at him incredulously.
Vega couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head, “Dude you’re stupid,” he snorted.
Dr. Chakwas returned to the Med Bay and blinked at the three of them, her eyes followed their gaze and she pursed her lips, “You could go out and meet her, instead of crowding my lab and speculating, though Carver I advise you to be on your best behavior.”
“What’s that like?” Danny muttered, but Danny was more than happy to bound out and greet the new person.
“It never ceases to amaze me how much he’s really like a dog,” Vega shook his head.
“I heard that,” Danny turned his head tossed him a mock glare, and Vega snorted.
“Of course you did.” Vega muttered as both Carver and he move out to greet the newcomer.
Carver immediately noticed the change in demeanor, the warm demeanor she’d had with Shepard was gone and she was staring at them with icy eyes.
“So, We taken on someone else, Loco?” Vega asked.
A slight smile tugged at Shepard’s face, Carver guessed he’d noticed them watching and also the Doc kicking them out.
“Yeah, Hackett himself sent her,” Shepard replied.
She held out her hand, “Lt. Commander Shahira Shepard.”
Vega took her hand and nearly burst out into laughter, “You guys are related?” he briefly flicked a glance to Carver. He found her handshake far stronger than he’d have given her credit for.
“She’s my sister,” Shepard said, somewhere in his tone was a note of warning, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out just why Vega was laughing.
Carver was tonguing his teeth in annoyance, as he quietly lifted his Omnitool and transferred a thousand credits to Vega. He could absolutely not believe they were siblings. Carver could test his theory by hitting on her and seeing if Shepard got jealous. He’d seen Shepard Jealous. So when she went to shake his hand, Carver brought her hand to his mouth to kiss the back of it.
Suddenly Carver was on the ground and his mouth hurt. He blinked in surprise as he stared up at Normandy’s ceiling. The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth and as he blinked rapidly trying to get a handle on how he ended up there he spit out a mouthful of blood.
“Shay please don’t permanently damage my crew, can’t fight the Reapers if he’s got a broken face,” Shepard said calmly, reaching down to yank Carver to his feet.
“Dios Mio, she knocked the dog shit outta you,” Vega chuckled softly.
Carver grumbled and narrowed his eyes, yanking away from Shepard, and spitting out more blood.
“So I’m Danny, and I like to be scratched behind ears,” He beamed at her, “If you want to hit Carver again, feel free, we all want to hit Carver.”
“I’ll have to remember that,” a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
“The scratching thing or the hitting Carver thing because it’s easy to remember to hit…” he started.
“Danny…” Shepard started but couldn’t help the smile on his face.
“Yeah blow me,” Carver bit off.
Danny opened his mouth to respond, but snapped it shut furrowing his eyebrows, as if contemplating the statement. Carver grinned wryly, and started to talk.
“Shut up Carver, you’ve been punched enough,” Shepard warned, knowing the next thing that came out of his mouth would be something that would piss him off, he could tell by the look in his eyes.
“Well it is my goal to be punched by EVERY Shepard in the universe,” Carver said with a cheery overly sarcastic smile.
“It which case, please, keep talking,” Shepard crossed his arms.
“Um...that’s a trap,” Carver noted.
Vega clapped him on the back, “You see? He learns, a little slow, but he learns, sometimes you don’t have to hit him.”
Shahira smirked, “Quite...a colorful crew ya got, Jimmy.”
“Jimmy huh?” Vega smirked, Shepard narrowed his eyes at Vega, and his smiled faltered, “Not Jimmy check.”
“Pussy,” Carver chuckled nudging Vega.
“Bitch,” Vega responded in kind nudging him harder.
“Y’all both a couple of pussy ass bitches shut up,” Danny responded and both stared him down, “heh...you can’t catch me…” Danny said before taking off in a dead run, Vega and Carver split to playfully chase.
“Colorful, indeed,” Shepard snorted, before throwing an arm around her, “Glad to have you here you know.”
“Yeah, yeah yea, don’t get all mushy on me,” Shahira responded.
Carver was livid after getting chewed out by Shepard and the only one he could hit as hard as he wanted was Grunt. The young Krogan was always up for a fight anyway. That was why a small crowd began to gather watching them destroy the cargo hold.
The blows steadily got rougher, as each started pulling punches less and less, as if either one were great at it to begin with. Just because of Krogan anatomy Grunt had the upper hand, as a punch to Grunt’s skull would barely do any damage but a punch to Carver’s could kill him. Perhaps he wanted the pain, it grounded him, it made him feel… something.
A particularly rough tackle against the wall snapped him out of his own thoughts. Carver coughed up blood and stood up again. Someone told him to stay down, Carver wouldn't. The Krogan had a murderous gleam in his eye now.
“That all you got?” he taunted breathlessly.
“Goddamn he's a stubborn son of a bitch,” Jack muttered.
The Krogan charged him again, this time Carver dodged or tried to but instead he fell to the side. He avoided the blow but the world was spinning, a foot stomped on top of him.
“Grunt! Stop you'll kill him! Someone get Shepard!” Tali shouted, she put herself between them to stop Grunt, but even Carver knew that was stupid.
Carver grabbed Tali throwing his nearly limp body at her took another blow, “Tali… go…” Carver gasped forcing himself back to his feet, “I got it.”
Suddenly blue wrapped around him and Grunt was lifted into the air, whilst Carver couldn't move.
“That's enough,” Miranda’s voice was sharp, as Shepard caught up with Danny in tow.
The stasis wore off and Carver collapsed, he tried to stand again, and found himself hoisted to his feet by a familiar small male. Danny was glaring at him, “You are truly an idiot, you're going to the Med Bay now.”
“I had him right where I wanted him,” Carver chuckled.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Danny demanded.
“Um, I wanna punch something… OOOOOoooo Krogan,” Carver muttered taking one step in front of the other, “I'm fine you know just drop me into a bed.”
“Jack said you were coughing up blood,” Danny said bluntly.
“Shit happens,” Carver shrugged, “Just drop me in a bed.”
“I will, in the Med Bay,” Danny said simply.
He felt Carver struggle but he couldn't muster up any strength, “Let me go Danny,” Carver said firmly.
“You're going Carver,” Shepard said sharply, from behind them.
-
When Carver woke up Chakwas, Danny and Shepard were in the room. He could hear Chakwas talking.
“He was injured when he returned, he didn't bother saying anything, but it made that fight all the worse, he should be okay now probably sore but…”
“How long was I out Doc?” Carver asked looking for a clock.
Chakwas turned abruptly to face him, “72 Earth hours, Did you know you were walking on a fractured tibia?”
Carver shrugged, “That why my leg hurts?”
“Carver really? Your fucking leg and four ribs are broken, and you decided to fight a Krogan?” Danny glared.
“I didn’t know, I mean I was in a little pain, but…” Carver shrugged.
“A little, Carver?” Danny narrowed his eyes.
“I don't mind the pain, it let’s me know I’m still alive, that I can still…” his words trailed off and suddenly he sat up. Pain wracked his body but he barely flinched just tightened his jaw.
Chakwas was at his side as soon as he started to move, “Easy Carver, the damage is healed up now but you’re still going to be sore.”
He started to argue, but caught Shepard’s eye and flopped back with a heavy sigh, “Where are we?”
“We’ve docked at the Citadel, your Brother and Sister were worried about you,” Chakwas told him.
Carver stood straight up quicker than one would have thought possible, of course the pain from that was a bit delayed before he groaned loudly and clutched his torso, and plopped back down “Are they on board where are they?”
“Currently...your sister is trying to talk your brother out of scouring the universe for your Older sister,” Shepard said curtly, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Carver looked down at the floor, “I thought I had it under control…and then I didn’t...there was more of them than I realized...I-I had to leave her, I’m going back to get her,” he started to stand again.
“I would have helped you,” Shepard frowned.
“I don’t need your help,” Carver breathed out looking down at the floor.
“Your brother and sister already asked me to help,” Shepard informed him.
He looked up sharply and his eyes grew steely and cold. Shepard wasn’t sure where this suddenly reaction came from. Maybe he was still pissed that he’d ripped Carver a new asshole, but that shouldn’t get in the way of saving his sister, not even Carver was that stupid.
Carver was standing again, this time slower and he started to head for the door with an expression that Shepard was having a hard time reading.
“Carver,” he said sharply stopping him in his tracks, he stood and waited, “I need to know the exact location of your sister.”
“I’ll send you the co-ordinance,” he said softly.
He’d expected Carver to argue a little more about it given his reaction to him helping but he didn’t it, he used his omni tool to send it to him and then kept walking. Leaving Shepard to briefly ponder just what that was. Before telling Joker their next destination.
If you give me any positive reinforcement whatsoever i will go full doggo and hang on to that shit forever and my internal thought process will pretty much boil down to “!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
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