Author's Note: Hah I'm back! After a 7 month hiatus! I haven't had much inspiration for writing, but drawing on the other hand I have had a crap load of inspiration. Lol.

I have been sitting on this idea/story for a few days, and I'm finally getting off my lazy butt and typing it . as you can see, I picked Anders. (Fenris is gonna be my M!Hawke's man :3)

I haven't finished the game /derp. But I read spoilers…cause well…I have a habit of whipping my controller at things when something bad or shocking happens…and I didn't want to do that because I don't have 50 bucks to replace it.

Everything belongs to Bioware…besides this idea.

"I still can't believe you blew up the Chantry!"

Solana Hawke threw her hands in the air. She wasn't angry, just…surprised.

Anders sighed as he walked next to his love. It had been exactly two weeks since the Chantry went up in fireworks, and the two were on the run in Ferelden. They were sticking to the more desolate places where there was nothing bit tiny towns and farms. This seemed the safest bet, as they were running from the Templars.

The weird part was that Justice was oddly silent since that day. Anders wouldn't complain. It was nice to have some peace and quiet.

Anders sighed again; he had been feeling particularly gloomier than usual since that day. He killed too many people, and worst of all dragged his dear Solana into it.

"You could have led protests, you could have just killed Meredith, or you could have mass murdered Templars and Hell I would have helped you. Buuuut you blew up the bloody Chantry." Solana's voice was now teasing. She had begun to get tired of Anders's constant moping, and was trying to get a different emotion out of him.

Anders shook his head, he was still surprised that Solana hadn't killed him, and followed him here to Ferelden. He was also surprised that Justice was still silent as Solana teased him. Justice would have threatened her with death by now, but the only voice in his head he heard was his own.

"Solana, I'm sorry." Anders said at last. He felt terrible for tearing her away from her home in Kirkwall to lead a life that pretty much lead to nothing but running.

"Please stop bloody apologizing." Solana crossed her arms across her chest. "I hated Kirkwall anyhow; only two good things came out of that bloody place."

"And just what would those two things be, love?"

"My mother and meeting you."

Anders stopped for a moment, and then kept on walking, a light blush covering his stubble-covered cheeks.

"I never liked Kirkwall from the moment I set foot in that place." Solana sighed deeply, and yet she ended up becoming their champion. "That place is filled with nothing but bad memories for me."

Anders nodded lightly. He could understand why, though. The Templars in Kirkwall took her apostate sister away from her, and a batty blood mage killed her mother. It seemed the only things she wanted to take from there were her mother's journal, and the money she had stowed away.

"That's not the only thing I am sorry for." Anders said after a moment of silence.

Solana sighed; he was just a bag of sunshine and rainbows today. "What else dear?"

"Making you run again. You'll be running the rest of your life now, Solana. I really hoped you wouldn't have too- "

"Then you shouldn't have blown up the bloody Chantry!" Solana exclaimed, throwing her hands up again.

Anders growled a bit. "Okay I get it! Blowing up the Chantry wasn't my best idea!"

Solana turned on her heel, and faced Anders with a smile even though he had just yelled at her. She had got what she wanted, an emotion besides sadness.

"Why in the name of Andraste's ass are you smiling about? I just yelled at you!" Anders cried in frustration. Though he was angry, no sign of Justice.

"I got an emotion out of you besides sad "Woe is me I ruined your life" talk." Solana said, throwing her arms around Anders. She would rather see him annoyed then sad. "I love you Anders. I would do anything – even piss you off – as long as you weren't bloody depressing me."

Anders just laughed, this girl was a card.

They had walked a few more hours, and as the sun began to set on the horizon, they came upon a small town that seemed tucked away in the hills they had been traveling. This place seemed isolated, just the place to hide an apostate mage and a runaway champion.

Walking into town, no one stared or gawked at their armor or Anders' staff. They just went about their business, ignoring the two newcomers. Solana was able to find a small bed-and-breakfast like inn, and paid for board for the night. As long as no one knew who they were, the longer they could hide. This isolated little town seemed the safest bet for now.

Anders, after their talk on the way there, seemed to be in a lighter mood. Justice wasn't nagging him and he was with the beautiful woman he loved. Right now he was pretty content.

Solana removed her rogue armor and set it by her bag in the corner of the room. Anders took off his cloak and sat on the bed, with a deep sigh. It felt a lot like the one Solana had back at the Hawke estate, so it gave him a little bit of a nostalgic feeling. He flopped back on the bed giving a contented sigh, looking over at his love. He watched her pull a leather bound book out of her bag and flip through it coming to the page she left off on, then sigh sadly.

"Your mother's journal?" Anders asked with a slight tilt of his head.

Solana just nodded. "The only thing I took out of the estate before I fled with you, this and the gold." She had been reading an entry every night since they left; Anders knew she missed her mother deeply. Solana didn't like invading her mother's privacy, even after her death, but since Solana left Kirkwall, she was more interested in her mother's past.

"Why don't you sit next to me and read me an entry?" Anders asked with a smile, he was still feeling oddly chipper, which probably still had something to do with Justice not ranting his ear off. He sat up against the headboard and patting the spot next to him for his love to sit.

Solana smiled. "Okay…" she crawled onto the bed and curled next to Ander's side, resting her head against him as his arm snaked around her shoulder. Anders gently rested his head into her soft reddish brown hair as she began to read.