This is basically Deleted Scenes. Hence the name, Virtual Love: Scraps, because this is what could have been in Virtual Love, but isn't because I decided something else would be better.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Age or any of the characters, only my OC.


Knowing that Prowler was there with him was a comfort to Alistair. It meant he didn't have to suffer by himself through the whole game, and then suffer some more when it ended and they were forced to play through it again.

But at the same time it didn't because they were always going to be separated. And as Alistair just drifted through the Fade, he couldn't help going through the many times they had been separated, where they were back at the starting point of the game after the ceremony of him becoming King and defeating the Archdemon.

Of the countless times they watched as either She died, or when She created a male character and did Morrigan's dark ritual just so that they both survived. Only for Her- Or rather, Him, when She is feeling silly or just wanted to be male, Alistair thought amusedly- to go to Ameranthine to be the Arlessa-or Arl- and abandon him to the boringness of a King's duty and only seeing a glimpse of Her-

But wait…there was something wrong, earlier, when we first meet…Alistair's brow furrowed, mind diving away from thoughts of Her abandoning them and going back to the starting. She almost looked…human. But She was too short to be human, almost like…and Her hair, Her eyes. They were strange…I remember thinking…

He tried to imagine Her again, to picture what She looked like before the scene had frozen and then She was an elf. And the line, the words that he heard her say weren't an option for Her character to say.

And when he opened his eyes, there was a shadow of someone standing in front of him. Frustration building up inside him as he tried to picture the shape of her figure, the colour of her hair and eyes, anything to make the shadow into the image.

But he was ripped from the Fade before he could see the form that was created and he was thrust back into the party camp and Her elf was over by the dwarves, most likely buying the gifts or getting new armor for everybody, or someone.

And he gazed wistfully at Her, wishing for a moment that She would look like She did before, at Ostagar so that he could see for himself, if it was true or not. That he could see Her, try to get a glimpse of the real Her despite the fact that She'd never know the real him.

Wait…what was I thinking earlier? When She was playing, when we were in Lothering before it was destroyed? And by…By the Maker, am I an actually idiot? Alistair smacked his forehead and groaned when he realized that he wasn't thinking of when She had appeared to him like that for a split second and when he had tried to think back on it twice, only to forget.