The war has been won. The Reapers are gone. The galaxy is saved. Shepard is dead. At least, that's what the Normandy crew and their new Commanding Officer, Garrus Vakarian, are under the impression of. That is, until, someone brings Shepard back. Not stricktly a Garrus/Shepard fanfiction, though that is the standing romance of the story. In collaboration with blueeyesreddragon4, who owns the Aerir, while I own the Vulturan.
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