No Bed of Roses (фемслэш)

Miranda had a plan. A nice, easy plan to have it out with Jack in the comfort of her own cabin when Shepard finally stopped hovering like a worried mother hen. They would beat each other senseless. There would be insults. And it would be bloody glorious.
But then they made it back from that one-way trip, and things changed. Miranda changed. Jack changed. And somewhere along the line, a mutual desire to bash each other’s heads in turned into something strange and very, very messy.
And Miranda doesn’t have a plan for that.