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Mass Effect Andromeda - Sara Ryder/Harry Carlyle
Harry went straight from the business of informing Dunn of the problem to contacting Sara directly. He sent the message off to the Tempest, before heading back in to work. He'd kept his e-mail short and to the point, telling her merely that it was urgent and that he needed to see her straight away.
He felt antsy as he awaited a reply, unable to do much about the developing situation beyond reaching out to Ryder for help. There was nobody else with the capacity to handle it. The entire mess was like a bomb waiting to go off, the only question was how much damage it would deal when it detonated.
He felt nervous energy flow through him as he looked over patient charts, unable to put the matter from his mind. Charlie was a member of his staff. He wanted to find him and shake him for putting so many people at risk. As he had during that scary time when they departed Habitat 7, Harry felt powerless and weak.
Sara contacted him over comms as soon as she got to the station. "Hi, Harry. Does this have anything to do with what Dunn is talking about? I got a message from her too, but it was vague."
"I believe it might. Come see me when you can. You should go to the Captain, first, if she's asked for you."
He managed to keep himself busy until Sara arrived at the medical bay. He went over everything they knew in low tones, hopeful as both Dunn and Sara herself were, that they'd be able to keep the matter under wraps until it was handled.
His worry dampened the pleasure he usually gained from her company, and her face expressed her grasp of the gravity of their predicament. Going about handling the situation in a strategic manner, Sara decided to start in customs and follow in Bekker's footsteps as she made her way around the station. Moving from informed person to informed person with the help of SAM, she gathered information into the sick woman's actions as well as indications of her symptoms, suggesting that she may have entered stage two, which meant that time was rapidly running out.
Harry cursed their luck when he heard from the militia about the stolen shuttle, but they got a break when they found out about the residual radiation trail, and the implication that they could track Bekker's movements off-station.
Sara made straight for her ship, members of her team rushing from around the Nexus to keep from being left behind.
She departed the station, but kept in contact with him as she jumped from system to system, the trail finally ending at Kadara.
They spoke again over comms.
"We've landed and I'm about to leave the Tempest. I'll be able to update you as soon as I know something." She sounded rushed but determined.
Harry recalled that she had friends in Kadara Port. "Aren't you close with the people running the show there, now?"
There was a slight hesitation. "Um, yeah. But... it's better if they aren't involved with this." Her voice gained strength as she continued. "Too many angara in the mix, and I can't let word of this spread. Even after it's under control."
He understood that things were delicate, and he trusted her judgement. Still, It was a bitter pill to swallow, that she had one more crisis to handle, all on her own, without any help from the numerous allies she'd accumulated.
He waited with baited breath as an hour went by. Then another. He was sitting on an empty hospital bed staring down accusingly at his omni-tool when he finally heard from Sara.
"I'm on my way back to you. I've got Ruth Bekker in a cryo pod. Roekaar research data confirms the angara are immune."
Relief flooded him at her words. "Well, that's good news."
"I'll fill you in on everything when we get there. See you soon."
Bekker's pod was placed in a section segregated from the rest of those in cryo, and Charlie was to be given the option to join her. After everything was settled, Harry returned to the main room of the medbay, where Sara waited to speak with him.
"The Roekaar got away with a degraded sample of TH-314, which may or may not be a viable threat. I'm going to err on the side of caution and touch base with the Initiative scientists, see what we can do about developing a vaccine as soon as possible."
Harry nodded in agreement, satisfied with the overall outcome. "Good idea. Tell them I'd like to help, if I can. We should also be able to push toward finding a cure, for Ruth to wake up to." He waited a beat before continuing in a more personal vein. "Thank you for handling this for me. It could have been a disaster."
"Hey, anything for you." She gave him a winning smile, her eyes running over him in that way she had, looking at him like he was something she wanted to eat. She liked to tease, and he frequently found himself enjoying the attention. Other times, he had trouble falling asleep at night, his mind racing with the things she said, innocently or otherwise.
She was beautiful, and sweet, and he'd noticed. Lately it seemed like she'd noticed him noticing.
Something inside him decided to push a little. "So. Now that the universe is safer for all, I've got to ask: are you ever going to make good on all this innuendo?"
She stilled, her eyes widening at him in surprise. "I've been dying to. Somehow I didn't think you wanted more than harmless flirting."
He jumped in with both feet. "And if I want more?" He kept his tone and expression serious.
Biting her lip, she looked steadily back at him, her voice becoming soft and intimate, "Then, that changes everything."

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Mass Effect Andromeda - Sara Ryder/Harry Carlyle
Harry went straight from the business of informing Dunn of the problem to contacting Sara directly. He sent the message off to the Tempest, before heading back in to work. He'd kept his e-mail short and to the point, telling her merely that it was urgent and that he needed to see her straight away.
He felt antsy as he awaited a reply, unable to do much about the developing situation beyond reaching out to Ryder for help. There was nobody else with the capacity to handle it. The entire mess was like a bomb waiting to go off, the only question was how much damage it would deal when it detonated.
He felt nervous energy flow through him as he looked over patient charts, unable to put the matter from his mind. Charlie was a member of his staff. He wanted to find him and shake him for putting so many people at risk. As he had during that scary time when they departed Habitat 7, Harry felt powerless and weak.
Sara contacted him over comms as soon as she got to the station. "Hi, Harry. Does this have anything to do with what Dunn is talking about? I got a message from her too, but it was vague."
"I believe it might. Come see me when you can. You should go to the Captain, first, if she's asked for you."
He managed to keep himself busy until Sara arrived at the medical bay. He went over everything they knew in low tones, hopeful as both Dunn and Sara herself were, that they'd be able to keep the matter under wraps until it was handled.
His worry dampened the pleasure he usually gained from her company, and her face expressed her grasp of the gravity of their predicament. Going about handling the situation in a strategic manner, Sara decided to start in customs and follow in Bekker's footsteps as she made her way around the station. Moving from informed person to informed person with the help of SAM, she gathered information into the sick woman's actions as well as indications of her symptoms, suggesting that she may have entered stage two, which meant that time was rapidly running out.
Harry cursed their luck when he heard from the militia about the stolen shuttle, but they got a break when they found out about the residual radiation trail, and the implication that they could track Bekker's movements off-station.
Sara made straight for her ship, members of her team rushing from around the Nexus to keep from being left behind.
She departed the station, but kept in contact with him as she jumped from system to system, the trail finally ending at Kadara.
They spoke again over comms.
"We've landed and I'm about to leave the Tempest. I'll be able to update you as soon as I know something." She sounded rushed but determined.
Harry recalled that she had friends in Kadara Port. "Aren't you close with the people running the show there, now?"
There was a slight hesitation. "Um, yeah. But... it's better if they aren't involved with this." Her voice gained strength as she continued. "Too many angara in the mix, and I can't let word of this spread. Even after it's under control."
He understood that things were delicate, and he trusted her judgement. Still, It was a bitter pill to swallow, that she had one more crisis to handle, all on her own, without any help from the numerous allies she'd accumulated.
He waited with baited breath as an hour went by. Then another. He was sitting on an empty hospital bed staring down accusingly at his omni-tool when he finally heard from Sara.
"I'm on my way back to you. I've got Ruth Bekker in a cryo pod. Roekaar research data confirms the angara are immune."
Relief flooded him at her words. "Well, that's good news."
"I'll fill you in on everything when we get there. See you soon."
Bekker's pod was placed in a section segregated from the rest of those in cryo, and Charlie was to be given the option to join her. After everything was settled, Harry returned to the main room of the medbay, where Sara waited to speak with him.
"The Roekaar got away with a degraded sample of TH-314, which may or may not be a viable threat. I'm going to err on the side of caution and touch base with the Initiative scientists, see what we can do about developing a vaccine as soon as possible."
Harry nodded in agreement, satisfied with the overall outcome. "Good idea. Tell them I'd like to help, if I can. We should also be able to push toward finding a cure, for Ruth to wake up to." He waited a beat before continuing in a more personal vein. "Thank you for handling this for me. It could have been a disaster."
"Hey, anything for you." She gave him a winning smile, her eyes running over him in that way she had, looking at him like he was something she wanted to eat. She liked to tease, and he frequently found himself enjoying the attention. Other times, he had trouble falling asleep at night, his mind racing with the things she said, innocently or otherwise.
She was beautiful, and sweet, and he'd noticed. Lately it seemed like she'd noticed him noticing.
Something inside him decided to push a little. "So. Now that the universe is safer for all, I've got to ask: are you ever going to make good on all this innuendo?"
She stilled, her eyes widening at him in surprise. "I've been dying to. Somehow I didn't think you wanted more than harmless flirting."
He jumped in with both feet. "And if I want more?" He kept his tone and expression serious.
Biting her lip, she looked steadily back at him, her voice becoming soft and intimate, "Then, that changes everything."