Wrong Place, Wrong Universe & Wrong Time {Mass Effect Fanfiction}

Awakening

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This scenario was something she was well versed in (or as well versed as you can be for something as mind-bending as this.) She'd read plenty of stories (all of them fan-fiction) and even humoured herself with this sort of wild fantasy- except this wasn't a fantasy, a dream, or just her being exceedingly immersed some sort of story. No this was reality, the sharp sterile note of the air, the clearness of her mind and the dull throb of her mind as it tries to comprehend an otherwise incomprehensible situation all lead to one conclusion.

She was a girl out of her time.

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Opening her eyes to the site of the large black eyes of a deep turquoise salarian was something she'd never forget. But it's not like this kind of situation is one you can just brush aside and overlook.

"Ah, you're awake, how are you feeling?" He said with an apathetic concern that plagued every medical professional. He clearly wasn't prepared for her to start kicking and screaming in terror, the way his shoulders were loose in a way that could be in the subconscious dismissal that anything could be a potential threat, least of all a drugged-up human. She wasn't prepared either, when she just blankly blinked her chocolate eyes at him and replied matter of fact, "My head hurts." Her mind throbbed to the salarians every blink and breath, she felt like it was twisting and wrigglingly around, desperately hurling proverbial files of information in the depths of her brain trying to find a reasonable explanation and tossing tables in frustration as it worked tirelessly to figure out how she got here.

That left the rest of her mind, the rather important part that pertained to socialising, barren. Which, with her current whereabouts, is probably doing her a rather coincidental favour. After all, screaming at the site of the salarian's face and incoherent babblings of 'Oh my god I'm in a videogame' would help none, especially herself when she'd be thrown into a padded cell and straight jacket because she's clearly insane. Her already fragile mental state, which seemed to be currently unnoticed to the salarian, likely because her brain seemed to of deactivated any electrical signals that go to whatever string of brain cells that recognises her current mental wellbeing is in flames. This just so happens to mean she acted like a blank canvas would if it became a human being and someone told it to 'be a real boy.'

"Excuse me human, human?" She felt him- is it a him? It sounds like a him, although she doesn't think she's ever encountered a female salarian to be able to judge- tap her on the shoulder. She had a rather muted epiphany that it was likely trying to get her attention and was engaged in a one-sided conversation that was not likely meant to be one sided. Her chocolate eyes drifted to the doctor in awareness but didn't lose their glossy quality.

She watched blankly (the only thing she could do with her current non-existent range of emotion) as the salarian hummed in contemplatively and large eyes squinted in concern, typing something on its glowing omni-tool.

Ah, right, an omni-tool, she stared at for a few moments, which the Salarian noted as its eyes darted from hers to his omni-tool to hers back again. She could practically feel him taking in her every tick and tell and languid blink and matching it each and every illness or injury known to figure out the one big grand question of, what the hell is wrong with her.

"I was asking what your name was, age, I need to know your identity to notify any family you may have, medical records," His voice sounded like it was having a very slow languid walk, saying each word very slowly and clearly as if speaking to a clueless child. "I need to know how I can help you." His eyes however, were sharp and ever slightly narrowed, he looked as was just one puzzle piece away from completing a jigsaw.

She could be honest here, her mind surmised, but it in its ever wisdom, decided that a simply three-word answer would be the best choice for now. Till her brain has come up with a viable conclusion and she can understand her surroundings enough to judge whether telling this salarian anything about her would be a beneficial idea... Or if it will lead to her being in that padded cell and wrapped uptight in a straight-jacket.

"I don't know."

The salarian hummed once more, a barely perceptible nod to himself, in accordance to his hypothesis being proven. Then, he excused himself, walking out tapping on his omni tool and she was left, in the small sterile white room with the soft sound of cars whizzing past the large window, to her own chaotic thoughts.

She took a deep breath, exhaling for long enough that it felt like her lungs would shrivel up to a raisin, her extensive sigh making her eyes drift downwards to her hospital gown as she pulled at the escaping strings of the stitches. She looked at the door the salarian had left through for some time, and upon the conclusion that he is not coming back immediately, wandered back to the large window that seemed to overlook the entire Citadel.

The pieces clicked together instantly. The glossiness of her eyes and the fuzzy filter of her mind dissipated so quickly it was like it was an ice cube dropped into a vat of lava. The brown eyes lit with understanding and horror, and fascination, every emotion sparking within her till it was like there was a wildfire in her mind and she was in the middle of the ring of fire.

There was no denial, no believing of this to be a dream, only the acceptance of the reality.

She was in Mass Effect.

When? How? Why? She doesn't know, she just knows from now on every step she takes and word she says will have to be calculated and thought through or else she'll face the diagnosis of insanity.

Her mind throbbed, but not in stupefaction, but a burning hot determination to survive.

Relaxing back into the stiff hospital bed, she closed her eyes and contemplated her next move.

A/N:

Years sure do fly, ey?