A/N: I've been havin some trouble with Fenris&Hawke lately, but lets see how this turns out shall we?
There was scream for the other end of the battle field. How could it be? He had only left her a moment ago? He turned sharply, rushing to her aid. Nothing else mattered, no one else mattered. Only her... he made it there just in time to behead the would-be killer of his beloved Hawke. It'd been three years since that night. Three years of hidden glances and longing stares. Of wandering eyes and conversations where they spoke, yet said no words. They danced around the subject... but she still loved him. And he was still afraid... Afraid he would her hurt her, just as he did. Afraid to face her... But as Merrill had said, He was in love... And there most definitely were puppy-dog eyes.
But now, none of that mattered. Only she mattered. The battle was over, yet she did not stand. he knelt beside her and pulled her into his lap, gingerly brushing the hair from her beautiful face. She was obviously in pain, her bright eyes shining ever so slightly less as she said, "Let's not do that again, okay?"
He let out a long-held breath and the side of his mouth tilted up ever so slightly in that little half-smile she loved. The blood spilled from her wound as the healer and dwarf rushed over to her. "Hawke!" the mage said. kneeling next to her. Fenris seethed. He hated the mage. He hated how much Arden relied on him... How much she trusted him...despite... despite what he had tried...
Fenris watched from his mansion as the mage caught up with her on her way to her estate. He watched her greet him warmly, but she was tired, he could see that from there. He crept down the stairs and out the door, "In case he tried anything" he told himself.
He watched as Anders pushed her against the Hightown wall. He moved closer, marking threatening to burn as he forced his tongue into her mouth. Then she pushed him away, breathing hard and wiping her mouth on her arm she spat. "How dare you!"
"Hawke, I-" the mage stuttered.
"You can't just come and... and demand... You pushed me away, Anders! And now... when I find someone else-"
"He left you Hawke!" The mage seethed, throwing his hand to the side. "He treated you like a common whore!" She pushed him back.
"You know nothing, Anders. You know nothing of him! Or me!" Her eyes watered, but she dared not let the tears fall. He wanted more than anything to take her in his arms, wrap her up and tell her how much he loved her. How it would be all right... How she was safe. But she would never be safe... She was Hawke, trouble dogged at her heels. She was Hawke, and she was always willing to help.
"Fine." the mage barked, "Run back to the wolf, he'll kill you, just you watch. He'll chew you up and spit you back out... You'll see!"
Hawke didn't respond, only hung her head. The mage stalked back to Darktown, but Fenris stayed... He stayed and watched his beloved Hawke sit on the ground and bang her head against a Hightown wall a grand total of three times before letting a single tear drop from her eyes. She brushed it away, seeming disgusted with herself. Standing, she caught sight of him, hiding in the shadows.
She pulled herself together in a matter of seconds. "Who are you?" the threat was clear, but not meant for him. He bowed his head ,stepping from the shadows. Everything about her relaxed, except her heart. It fluttered in her chest, speeding up and skipping a beat all at the same time only to be squandered b the walls encasing it. Protecting her heart from being ripped and torn apart. But her heart was no longer hers... it hadn't been for quite some time. It was his, he just didn't know it...
"Fenris..." she remembered her recent conversation with the mage. "How- How long-"
"Long enough..." was his reply and she nodded, turning on her heels, refusing to let him see her cry.
And he'd let her go... Stupid, stupid, he'd told himself... and gone after her... only to stop at her doorway and shrink back to his mansion, to drink away this pain in his chest. This feeling she made him feel... This impossible hurt that was living without her...
All of it came back in a matter of seconds and he held her to him, staring menacingly at the mage to do what he had to do and GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HER! She bit her lip as she tried to move. "Don't Hawke," he whispered, "Lie still..." Of course Anders had told her that about five times already, but once from the elf and she obeyed...lying in his arms staring up into those deep green eyes.
"I need my supplies!" The mage cursed under his breath, "We have to get her to Darktown..."
Fenris cursed once more in Aracnum and Hawke, once again was glad she did not know what those words meant. She was beginning to phase out. "Fe- Fenris..." it was barely more than a whisper.
"I am here," was all he said, sweeping her off the ground as if she weighed no more an a feather. A slight smile settled on her lips as he said this.
"Keep her awake," the mage told him. The elf glared, but continued to talk to her.
"Hawke... Hawke, look at me... Arden," he said her name. It felt foreign, none had ever used her name, not int the many years he'd known her... it was always 'Hawke'. It brought her back to him. Eyes wide and focused, if for only a minute.
"Fenris..."
"Stay with me..." was all he said as he laid her on a Darktown cot. She nodded slightly as he took her hand. It was cold. Too cold. It wasn't right. Arden Hawke was warm, with skin soft to the tough and warm. Warm as her personality. Warm as life... His thumb gently stroked the back of her hand as she stared at him with bright eyes, threatening to close. He lightly caressed her cheek, keeping her eyes on him at all times, willing her to stay with him. For a life without Hawke, was no life at all.
A/N: So? Tell me what you think. More scenarios with different Hawkes is good too. Any ideas are appreciated as well as reviews, which are loved.
