I'm Sorry

Chapter 1

With quick steps, Shepard strides toward the cockpit. Joker's announcement about the jump through the mass relay sparked her excitement, she wouldn't miss this for anything. She passes Pressly with a big smile on her lips.

Suddenly she stops dead in her tracks and her smile vanishes. A tall figure is standing behind the pilot seat.

Suppressing a groan, Shepard rolls her eyes and steps into position beside Joker, completely ignoring the turian standing nearby. Nihlus glances at her for a moment before returning his attention back on the screens in front of the pilot.

"Hey, Shep," Joker greets with a grin, knowing she wouldn't miss the jump. But his grin also is short lived and soon disappears. The turian's looming presence unsettles him. Joker hates being watched and the turian breathing down his neck is making him nervous. "Coming for the show?" he asks, his voice a little strained.

Shepard chuckles. "Always."

Joker adjusts his cap and announces, "Alright, fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gentlemen. We're going through." His fingers fly over the console as the Normandy accelerates toward the mass relay. The sheer scale of the relays never fails to impress Shepard, who watches intently as Joker counts down. The cockpit bathes in brilliant blue light as the Normandy launches into the relay's energy field.

Suddenly the blue sigts into a stunning sea of millions of stars flashes before them, painting the cockpit in a tranquil glow. Shepard's lips twitch into a small smile as awe briefly replaces her earlier irritation. The sight is simply beautiful.

Moments later, the Normandy slows down, the stars of their destination stretching out before them. Joker's hands fly over the controls as he runs post-jump diagnostics. "Thrusters check, navigation check. Internal emissions sink engaged. All systems online. Drift just under 1500k."

Nihlus nods approvingly. "1500 is good, your captain will be pleased." He turns around to take his leave, glancing at Shepard for one final time before exiting the cockpit.

Joker quickly looks over his shoulder, waiting until the turian is out of earshot. "I hate this guy." Shepard smirks, holding back laughter at Joker's visible frustration. Kaidan, who is sitting at the co-pilot console, is shaking his head. "Joker, come one. He just gave you a compliment."

"Compliment my ass." The pilot girths through his teeth, "I just jumped us halfway across the whole galaxy and hit a target the size of a pinhead. That's not good, that's incredible." While grumbling some curses, Joker's focus returns to his displays. "Besides Spectres are trouble. I don't like having him around." Neither do I, Shepard thinks to herself. Nihlus belongs on the Citadel, not Andersons ship. Kaidan argues, "The council helped fund this project. They have a right to send someone to keep an eye on their investment. You'll just have to deal with it."

"Yeah, yeah." Joker sighs as he enters in new codes. "That's the official story. But only an idiot believes the official story, right, Shep?"

The Commander finally relaxes her posture, letting out a deep sigh. "Honestly? The Council could have sent anyone to supervise the operation, yet they not only sent a Spectre, but him out of all people. They are not truly concerned about the Normandy. The sooner he's off my ship the better."

Joker looks at her with a shit-eating grin, "Well, technically it's Captain Anderson's ship."

"And technically-" Shepard whispers as she pushes Joker's cap down, right into his face. "You know what I meant."

"Hey, that's mean!" He complains. He takes his cap off to readjust it properly. "Since when are you sensitive? Pissed you two can't share your bunks anymore?"