A/N: Thank you InaYasha, nicky sykes2, CyanB, Lady Aleynia, spoodermanpls, Defiant Anjeru, Suilven, PureEmperor and silvertounged-witch for the reviews! I greatly appreciate all of them.

I can't let you guys suffer any longer, so here's their reunion! :)

Since in this story their relationship went on longer than just the one night thing before the Suicide Mission, I changed some of the dialogue on the ship.

Thank you Spyke1985 for beta reading.

Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

The Reapers renewed their attacks the next day and there was no time to wallow in self pity or to ponder the what ifs and the should haves. A lot of good men died, including Primarch Fedorian, but they kept up the fight and did all they could to keep Menae from being overrun by the enemy.

Garrus was out on the field, taking care of a horde of husks when he heard some chatter on the radio about an Alliance shuttle having landed on the moon and a few human soldiers heading towards General Corinthus' camp. His heart thudded loudly in his chest at the news, but he quickly suppressed the surge of hope that threatened to override his good sense.

'Just because it's a team of humans it doesn't mean that Shepard is one of them,' he reminded himself. Besides, as far as he knew, she was locked up in military prison when the damn Reapers attacked Earth, unarmed and unable to even defend herself. He clenched his fists and let out an unconscious growl at the thought, silently cursing the Reapers, the batarians, the Alliance— the whole galaxy—for what they did to her.

But still, he was desperate to talk to those humans and ask about the situation on Earth—even if the information was not going to be what he wanted to hear.

He threw himself into the fight with renewed purpose and as soon as all the husks had been dealt with he headed to Corinthus' location.

When he entered the camp and caught sight of the small group, heatedly discussing something, he immediately knew that it was her. He couldn't really see her face, but he would have recognized her shape and her body language from a mile away. His heart started to race and he sped up his gait a bit, but he had to control the urge to run over to her, pick her up, and hold her tight until she'd beg for him to let her go.

As he got closer and closer he started to hear their conversation and realized what it was all about: Since Primarch Fedorian was dead, they needed a new Primarch to attend the war summit.

"I need someone—I don't care who, as long as they can get us the turian resources we need," he heard Shepard say, her voice tense and urgent.

"I'm on it, Shepard. We'll find you the Primarch," he announced confidently as he walked onto the platform and joined the group, trying to hold his emotions in check.

"Garrus!" she exclaimed, her scowl changing to shock and joy in a matter of seconds. "You're alive."

'I can't believe it. I thought you were dead. I'm so relieved I could cry,' her eyes said, and the look on his face mirrored her sentiment.

Fighting the urge to jump into his arms she reached out and took his hand, and the familiar feeling of his fingers wrapping around hers filled her heart with so much warmth that the misery of the last six months instantly melted away.

"I'm hard to kill—you should know that," he joked, and he thanked the Spirits that the same thing was true for her.

"Good to see you again," she said. "I thought you'd be on Palaven."

"If we lose this moon, we lose Palaven," he explained. "I'm the closest damn thing we have to an expert on Reaper forces, so I'm... advising."

Meanwhile, General Corinthus had heard back from the Hierarchy and found out that it was General Victus who was to be the next Primarch. All they had to do now was to contact him and get him to leave Menae to go to the war summit, but of course things could never be that simple: just as Corinthus was trying to raise Victus a harvester appeared overhead and headed to the air field.

They went after it and it was just like old times again: fighting alongside each other, synchronizing their attacks and clearing the battlefield of the enemy as efficiently as possible.

She was as skilled and agile as always, even after six months of inactivity, but he couldn't help but keep an eye on her surroundings and picking off any husks that dared to get too close to her. He knew that she could take care of herself, but dammit, after all he'd gone through and finally had her back, they were not going to take her away from him now.

After they'd repelled all the attacks, found Victus and convinced him to leave for the summit, he was more than happy to join Shepard on the Normandy again.

Once on board, he settled in at the forward battery and began checking out the main guns. Shepard was busy with messages and holo-conferences, so he tried to distract himself until he could finally talk to her in private.

Their reunion on Menae went well (albeit limited by their circumstances), and he could see that she was happy to see him, but now that she was right here, back in his life, and not just an unreachable ghost from his past, his old doubts resurfaced with a vengeance. Though it had been half a year since they'd last shared her bed, he still had the strongest connection to her that he'd ever had to anyone, and he couldn't imagine falling in love with anybody else ever again, but... Did she still share those feelings? Or did she realize while they were apart that they were too different and a human was more in line with what she needed?

He had trouble concentrating, his fingers hitting the wrong keys and entering erroneous numbers repeatedly, and he was just about to give up when the door swooshed open and she walked in.

She had been standing on the other side of the door for several long minutes, trying to collect herself and calm down her racing heart before she would join him in his lair and find out if he was still as committed to her as she was to him. After all, six long months had passed, and while she was under guard, unable to go anywhere or do anything, he was out in the world, free to meet other people and... Maybe even start a relationship with somebody else. She felt as if a cold hand had squeezed her heart and drained it of all warmth at that thought, and for a moment she considered just walking away. But she knew that she was being foolish to give up so easily, so she steeled herself and clenched her fists as she walked through the door. And now here she was, not sure how to start, so she resorted to what she always did when she felt like this: she tried to make a joke.

"Garrus. Didn't waste any time getting to work, I see," she said with a nervous chuckle.

"After what I've been through lately, calibrating a giant gun is a vacation," Garrus answered her teasing with his own little quip as he turned away from the console to face her. "Gives me something to focus on."

Her brain wanted to say something witty and light-hearted, but her heart did not cooperate.

"Garrus," she started, stepping closer and biting her lower lip before looking up at him from under her long eyelashes, "did you think about me while we were apart?"

"All the time," he replied, his beautiful blue eyes boring into hers with the same intense heat that invariably set her senses on fire all those months ago, and she didn't need more than that to set the butterflies free in her belly and let her blood pool between her legs. "And you?" he asked, taking her hands in his and pulling her close.

"Thinking about you and hoping that one day we'll meet again was the only thing that kept me sane," she said.

He bent down and pressed his forehead against hers, and they stood there like that for a while, eyes closed, forgetting about the war, the Reapers, and everything else.

"I have a few more things to do, but I'll be done in an hour. See you in my cabin then?" she finally broke the silence and grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling with the kind of happiness that she hadn't felt in such a long time.

"I'll be there," Garrus replied, his mandibles flaring in a toothy smile. "And I'll bring this along," he added, bending down and picking up a bottle of expensive wine from under the counter. "I can afford the good stuff now," he smirked as he cradled the drink in his arms.

"See you then," she chuckled, then turned around and left.

Garrus couldn't wipe the smile off his face for the next one hour.