*Ok, so this is my second fan fiction (ever) after writing The Fate of Wolves. This Anders story has been in my head from the beginning too and it demanded that I write it. I'll ask you to please read what the story is about before dismissing it as another 'girl from our time travels to Thedas' because it's not that simple.
This is less about the adventures of Kirkwall than it is a story about two people coming together. It's a personal story, not a "game" story. There will be some characters that we all know and love from DA2 but this is about Anders and Allison. I hope you give it a try and I hope you enjoy it. Please review, I'd really appreciate it…*
(Also: I don't have a set place in mind where this story is going like I did on The Fate of Wolves so be patient as I work it out. The story will be a little rough until I find my feet.)
Also I want to thank TwixtNightAndMorn for letting me bounce ideas off of her. We both have chronic health problem and I wanted to write an OC character that dealt with real life. Twixt is an awesome person and you should check out her fiction.
Summary: Imagine that there were two people, separated by time, space and their own private torments. They each stand alone, and they survive by believing they need no one. Imagine that these two people find each other and in doing so, they find that they don't have to stand alone, they can stand together.
Dragon Age 2 - Anders/Female OC very AU story
Rating may change depending on how things go.
*Woops forgot my disclaimer: Bioware owns Dragon Age, I own Allison :) *
You Don't Have Stand Alone
Ch.1 – Allison
She hated taking meds. It seemed like an endless part of her day: Delicious meds in the morning, and more yummy ones at night. Wakeup the next day, rinse and repeat. But, she needed them to function like a human being. Epilepsy, what a hoot!
It was night and it seemed as she lay in bed, that she was the only person in the world at that moment. At least that's how it felt. Her job as a caterer kept her busy. She wasn't an artist like a painter or a sculpter but she like to think that she made art in the kitchen.
There was something very relaxing and centering about gathering herbs and spices, seeking out the best ingredients and putting them together in new and exciting ways.
She had a lot of work catering weddings and parties and she dreamed that one day she could open up a restaurant of her own.
Allison wasn't sure if she could attain that dream but she wouldn't give up on it. Her business partner Dee helped her to keep hope alive.
At times like this though, when she was alone, it was a different matter. She felt the weight of her life pressing in on her. Things she had no control over, pushed out happier thoughts and sometimes she couldn't pull herself out of the darkness in her mind.
Tonight the darkness weighing on her was the night itself. Things were so quiet and she felt more alone than usual. She wanted…what did she want? She wasn't the "Woe is me!" type and she didn't tell people about her problems. She was an adult, she handled things on her own and she didn't cry over things that couldn't change. But tonight…tonight she just wanted someone to be with.
She wondered what it would feel like to just have someone there, someone who would just sit with her and accept her, with all of her imperfections and strengths and her frailties.
Was that bad? Was it so wrong to want that kind of connection just once in her life?
She had always been just a little out of step with the world. It seems that since the moment she came into the world, her brain had worked on a different frequency. She saw things a little different than everyone else and the beat she was marching to was definitely a different tune than the rest of society!
She was ok with that actually. She liked being different. That is, until people found out about her and then gave her strange looks and spoke slowly and carefully like they were afraid she was going to do something uncomfortable, like have seizure or something. Then she became angry and self-conscious. That was not ok!
As Allison stared at the ceiling of her apartment, watching the shadows cast by the streetlights march across the dark, she felt a hollowness in her chest that spread into her stomach. She didn't know what it was, but it hurt.
She turned over restlessly, tugging the covers in agitation. This was not her! She was not some clingy woman who needed…anybody! She was complete in herself. She had a good job, and goals in life and that was enough. She had friends at work and people she went to the movies with… sometimes. She wasn't a social pariah, she was just…self-sufficient.
As Allison felt her medication finally start to kick in, she wondered who she was trying to convince, the Universe or herself?