A/N: Hey everyone! I am back, and with One-Shots! Let me first say a big ma serannas to everyone who Read and Reviewed my first fic for NeriahxSolas, "Ma Vhenan, Ma Abelas". I greatly appreciated all the wonderful feedback it got! The title of this fic means "One Love", because it's going to be adorable and maybe make you cry. Now, onto the important stuff:

This fic will chronicle the relationship between Neriah and Solas over the years. This could mean scenes from "DA: Inquisition", scenes before my fic, or scenes after. It will contain spoilers from both the game, and my story, so I'd recommend 1) reading my fic (hint hint), and 2) either emotionally or mentally preparing yourselves for the angst from the game. You have been warned! The timeline for these One-Shots is going to be all over the place, meaning it could jump from directly within "DA: Inquisition", to years after the end of "Ma Vhenan, Ma Abelas". That being said, I hope you all enjoy the upcoming smut/angst/adorableness.

The first chapter is set at the end of the game; spoilers abound!

Din'an

"No matter what comes, I want you to know that what we had…" His voice broke horribly, and he couldn't look at her. "… Was real."

Neriah stepped forwards towards him, her silver eyes confused, and her short hair whipping in the wind. The ground was still cooling, and the broken remains of Corypheus orb lay on the ground. There was no sound, except the dull howling of the wind, and the oud beating of her heart in her breast.

"Solas…" she began, but what cut off by the sound of someone calling her name

"Neriah, are you alive?" It was Cassandra, and no doubt the others, searching for her, or her remains. She looked at Solas once; he had his back to her, and his shoulders were slumped. She felt a stab of pain. It had only been a week since he had taken her vallaslin, and broken off their relationship. She felt so betrayed; she had trusted him, given part of her Dalish culture to him, and this was how he chose to repay her? She couldn't look at him anymore, and turned away, lest she lose control of herself.

She turned her back on him, and walked away, down the stone steps, and towards her friends. She found them all, each one looking a little worse for wear, but alive, at the bottom of the flight, waiting for her. She stopped right at the bottom, watching them with tired and, though she tried to hide it, sad eyes.

Morrigan was the first to speak. She had an arm wrapped around her middle, and looked exhausted. Probably from her battle with Corypheus's Archdemon. She forced a smile onto her face, and Neriah tried to return it in kind. "Victorious, I see. What a novel result." She sounded a little out of breath, and turned her eyes to the sky. "And it seems the Breach, is finally closed." Neriah looked up. All that remained from the hole in the sky were dimming green and yellow lights, making the heavens look eerily beautiful. Behind her, she could feel Solas standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at them. She could feel his gaze on that back of her head, but refused to look.

"Looks that way," she said stiffly, trying to keep her composure.

Cassandra addressed the group, sounding both relieved, and a little concerned. "What do we do now?"

Before she answered, Neriah finally got the nerve to look back over her shoulder, and up the stairs. There was no one there. Solas was gone. She felt her heart begin to ache, and she struggled to keep her emotions in check. This was what he had planned all along, she was sure of it.

She turned back to her friends, swallowing once to keep it together. "We go back to Skyhold." She began to walk passed her friends, keeping her head held high. As they began to follow, Cassandra suddenly spoke up again.

"Wait, Inquisitor, where is Solas?"

Neriah paused, her heart catching in her chest. She took a slow, deep breath before replying, her back to the group. "He isn't coming with us." Was all she said, before she kept walking. She could practically feel the silent shock radiating behind her.

When they entered Skyhold, they were met with cheers and applause. What should have made Neriah feel joy and pride, only made her wish she could curl up in her bed more. Yes, she was thrilled that they had defeated Corypheus, but she was also so broken that Solas had simply left without a trace. She hadn't even seen him walking a distance away as they had returned to Skyhold. It was a though he had simply vanished into thin air. She had mentioned it to Leliana when they had returned to the forward camp, and the Spymaster had immediately sent some of her best agents out scouting for him. She would need to speak with her soon to see if they had found anything.

She left her friends standing in the courtyard as she ascended the steps to join her advisors on the steps, to overlook the populace of Skyhold. Cullen came forward, grasping her hand and elbow in his, and shook it fiercely, a grin on his face. She returned the smile as best she could, as Leliana and Josephine bowed before her, showing their pride and thankfulness. The four of them then all turned, and faced the Inquisition, and were met with more applause and cheers. Neriah could see her friends watching her from below, and saw Varric wink once, and wave. She felt a real smile tug at her lips, before nodding to her friends.

Once the cheering had died down, Leliana suddenly touched her arm, indicating that she wanted to speak to her.

"A moment, my Lady." The red head said gently, and Neriah nodded, hoping she had found something on Solas. As the hordes of people below began to dissipate, and the majority filed into the Main Hall for celebration, Leliana and Neriah slowly ascended the stairs.

Leliana turned to Neriah, and the look on her face bore no hope for the elf. "My agents have found no trace of Solas." Her eyes held sympathy and sadness for Neriah. "He has simply vanished." They came to the top of the stairs, and stood off to the side to speak more privately. "If he does not wish to be found, there is likely nothing we can do, but I will keep looking." It was meant to bring Neriah comfort, but it only made her more confused, angry, and hurt.

She shook her head, sighing softly. "I just don't understand…" Her voice broke, "He didn't even say goodbye." She felt tears well in her eyes, but she blinked them back furiously.

Leliana regarded Neriah with calm, blue eyes. The elf could tell that the woman had sympathy for her, but held none for Solas. "The two of you were close." She said simply, and Neriah nodded meekly, her eyes on her boots. "Perhaps he had no choice?" Her voice sounded reassuring, but to Neriah, it only made room for more questions. "He might return at any moment." She placed a hand on Neriah's shoulder, and she looked up at the red haired woman.

"Maybe…" She said quietly. The both slowly entered into the Main Hall. Already music was beginning to play, and Neriah could see Nobles and Commoners alike dancing, drinking, and socializing together. She and Leliana paused by the large fire at the entrance to the Main Hall, and Neriah saw Leliana was smiling slightly.

"Now that Corypheus has been defeated, we have a moment to stop and celebrate." She smiled down at Neriah, who forced a smile onto her face. They parted ways there, Leliana warning Neriah that, after this was all over, every Noble in Thedas would be clamoring to meet her, and that she would be very busy.

"Enjoy the evening while you can, Inquisitor." Leliana said, nodding her head once, and drifting away to join Josephine and a group of nobles at one of the long tables, now suddenly packed with food and drink. Neriah watched her go, chewing on the inside of her mouth. She eventually forced herself to move, and began to idly socialize with the guests, and her friends. She drank a few ales, and ate a bit of food, before she decided it was time escape all the festivities. She could only handle so much "fun" right then.

When no one was looking, she slipped away from the group, and through the large, wooden door leading to her chambers. She carefully closed it behind her; if she slammed it, someone may notice that she had escaped, and she couldn't have that.

She hurried up the stairs to her room, taking two steps at a time, until she was safely confined in her quarters, and the noise from the Main Hall was down to a dull roar. She took a moment to breathe, before slowly walking to her balcony that overlooked the Frostback Mountains. She stood, watching the sun slowly begin to set over the mountains, and feeling the cold air rushing through her hair, and over her face. She absently touched her cheeks, where her vallaslin had been…

…and broke down completely.

Her hands gripped the stone edges of her balcony, and her shoulder slumped as sob after sob smashed into her. Her grief spilled over, and tears began to pour down her face. Each violent sob wracked her body, and she had to gasp for air. She hadn't cried this hard in a long time and, in that moment, she didn't care. She felt her knees buckle, and she sank to the ground, holding them to her chest, and whimpering into her body. She sat there, curled up on the stone ground, sobbing like a broken child. She didn't even hear the door to her room open, and someone begin to climb the stairs. It wasn't until she heard them call her name that her head snapped up and she stood quickly, doing her best to wipe her tears away, and dust herself off.

"Neriah?" It was Dorian, and the Tevinter mage was clearly looking for her. "Neriah, are you up here? Everyone is missing you downstairs." He sounded like exasperated, slightly amused. The mage often saw things in a more casual, humorous light, and she envied him for it. She heard him enter into her room, and the soft pat, pat of his boots on the floor, before she knew he was behind her, and she had her back to him, trying to gain control of herself.

He spotted her, "Oh! There you are! What on earth are you doing up here? Are you sick of us all already?" She could hear the wink in his voice, and she finally willed herself to turn around to greet him. The look on his face when he saw hers made her realize that she mustn't have done a very good job cleaning herself up. The grin slid right off, and was replaced with a look of confusion, and then worry.

"Neriah?" Dorian said softly. The concern, the calm, caring look of his eyes made her lose control again, and she felt her lower lip begin to tremble. She was normally so composed in the presence of her friends, but now… Now she couldn't hold it in. She felt a few tears escape her eyes, and Dorian's shoulders slumped as she stared at her. He immediately opened his arms to her. "Oh, Neriah." His voice was filled with pain and sympathy, and he strode forwards, pulling her into his embrace. No sooner had he done that, did she break down again. She clung to the front of his robes, and cried like a baby into them. Dorian gently rubbed her back and stroked her hair as she did, not once moving to let go of her. He whispered words of comfort to her as she cried. Finally, she regained her self-control, and pulled away to look at him.

"I – I'm sorry, Dorian," she hiccupped, wiping her eyes. "I'm just so… Why did he leave?" She whispered, looking down at her boots, fresh tears running down her face. She heart hurt. "Why did he leave me alone…?" She whispered. She felt Dorian stiffen, and she looked up at him. He took her by the shoulders, and looked her in the eye.

"Neriah, don't be ridiculous; you're not alone!" She saw the friendly smile was back, and she felt a twinge of happiness within her. "None of us are planning on going anywhere; I can assure you of that." He paused, looking thoughtful. "Well, except Vivienne, as she will be Divine, and sometimes Varric if he visits Hawke. But other than that, we all agreed to stay here in Skyhold."

Neriah let out her breath in a whoosh of surprise. "Really?" She said, hardly daring to believe it. "But, I thought you were going back to Tevinter?"

Dorian seemed to turn a little red at the moment, and Neriah raised a questioning eyebrow. "I… Certain events have transpired that have allowed me to remain here for a time." He didn't make eye contact with her, and Neriah suddenly knew what he was talking about.

She felt a small smirk tug at her mouth. "Certain events, or certain people?" She felt a grin begin to form on her face, and Dorian turned a lovely shade of red to envy Leliana's hair.

"I said nothing," the mage grunted, removing his hands from her shoulders, and regarding her with his dark eyes. "The point is, Neriah, that you are not alone, even if that bald, apostate hobo, is not here." Neriah felt a watery laugh escape her, and Dorian smiled, seeming satisfied with himself. He pressed his lips to the top of her head once, as he usually did when they had one of their friendship moments, and turned to walk back downstairs.

"Take all the time you need, my lovely lady Inquisitor. We will await you in the hall." He winked at her once, before disappearing downstairs again, and shutting the door behind him. As soon as he was gone, Neriah felt the smile die on her lips, and the weight of everything that had happened slowly sink in again.

She knew she should feel lucky to have the amazing friends that she did, and she was, but it still hurt; what Solas had done still hurt. She didn't know where he had gone, and why he had left, but she would keep looking. She would look for him for an age if she had to. He owed her an apology, and not to mention a damn good explanation. It made her so angry that he had just run away as he had. She would find him; she had to.

She walked back to her balcony again, looking out over the mountains. She felt a little better now knowing that her friends would be there for her, and that she wasn't truly alone. What Solas had done still hurt, and she knew it would for a while, but she had to work to move passed it. She was the Inquisitor, and she had to remain strong, no matter how much she wanted to just scream and break everything in sight.

She didn't know what was to come now, for the Inquisition, for her, for anyone. She had no idea if the Mage and Templar war would ever end, and if Thedas would ever see true peace. For the first time in so long, in many months, Neriah tried not to worry about an unknown future. She knew there would be trials, and she knew there would be difficult decisions and changes to be made. She knew she had to learn to cope with the pain in her heart and the loss of Solas, and learn to either accept it, or move on from it. But she also knew that, no matter what happened, she would have to learn to face this new day, and this new life, on her own. There may not always be someone around to make things easier for her.

And she would do all she could to stay strong through it.

A/N: Okay, so for those of you who read my fic, yes that was a variation of the very end of the Epilogue from "Ma Vhenan, Ma Abelas" but with a few very obvious changes. I hope that the angst/bitterness/frustration was evident in this One-Shot. I wanted the first to be her Neriah's reaction to losing Solas, and all she felt during that time. I may even write a few from Solas's POV, but I haven't decided yet. I know Neriah's emotions were all over the place in this One-Shot, but I tried to imagine it through my own point of view, and how I would handle a situation like she is. I would go from angry, to sad, to happy, to accepting, to being mad again, etc. It's a normal "human" emotion, and I hope I portrayed it well! Thanks for reading, more to come! R&R, please!