A/N: This is going to be a selection of random oneshots that come to me out of nowhere and I don't really feel like writing a whole story around.

Spoilers for Origins and possibly Awakening are to be expected. And fear not, those of you who care, a new chapter of Third Chances is on its way and this is in no way keeping me from writing it. Vivian will make sure I get that done soon I'm sure. And if you haven't read my other stories, do so.

I may add Sten's First Cookie to this collection later.

Title: Fickle Selena
Pairing: F!Dalish/Zevran
Notes: Ultimate Sacrifice ending, Alistair's POV.

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She made all the wrong descisons, and now she was dead.

She is dead.

Selena had been a proud Dalish elf, always taking the reigns of their little army for the good of Ferelden, or more likely for the good of her people. Not that those things had ever been the same of course.

She did terrible things, Alistair reminds himself, a slight jolt of anger bubbles up inside him as he remembers.

She left an entire village to be devoured by undead, she killed countless innocents including Connor - a child, for the Maker's sake! And a demon, Alistair - she lied to people, she could change her loyalties on the spot as if nothing phased her - as if she didn't care, she spared Loghain...and now that bastard is here, at her funeral, breathing the same air as Alistair, how dare he?! She showed mercy to an assassin who had just tried to kill her...and then she did the same to the man who had hired him.

And worst of all: she made him king.

He can't forgive her for that, not yet.

What shocks him most though is that she would turn around and sacrifice herself, even after all this, even when offered a way out - and it certainly wouldn't have been the worst thing she'd ever done either. No, she let her friend walk away on the eve of battle when she was most needed despite the fact that Loghain would have gladly taken the final blow instead.

But Selena was strange like that, he figures, she always had been. Leliana had said she saw this look in her eyes after declining
Morrigan's offer, like she knew something they didn't.

Something brings him back to reality - a king can't afford to get distracted you know. It was remarkable how many people had attended the funeral, mostly out of respect he wagers, since most of them hadn't been big fans of her work. Neither had he really, but she'd ended the Blight faster than he ever thought possible, probably catching the archdemon itself off guard, and at the cost of her own life at that.

And part of him regrets not being there, just as part of him regrets that the last thing he had ever said to her was how much he hated her. It was just one part of his incredibly justified tantrum in front of the entire Landsmeet, and it hadn't phased her. She remained silent and finally walked out of the palace without another word, Zevran, Sten, and Morrigan following. Riordan and two guards had taken Loghain away somewhere to prepare for the Joining, and frankly Alistair doesn't care if the man was standing right in front of him, he is still dead - Duncan is still dead.

Selena is still dead.

Zevran...Alistair knows Selena and the assassin had been...close, to say the least, though he doesn't know the exact nature of their relationship as he wasn't really best friends with either of them, especially towards the end.

He catches a glimpse of the elf over near where Keep Marethari had been standing since the king's most eloquent speech had ended. Zevran looks terrible, Alistair observes, kinda like he had after Ostagar. Although, it is different too. The assassin isn't blubbering like a child for one, there is just...nothing there.

He is staring at his hands, the templar notes, and even though Alistair couldn't have known it, Zevran is thinking about the two women he'd loved and killed. Rinna had died by his actions, and Selena...by his inaction, because he couldn't keep his promise to her, because he had stayed behind instead of storming the gates himself.

"You said it yourself," Selena had said to him once when he had finally gotten the courage to tell her about his past, "death happens."

But she was no immortal, she bled, she cried - though her companions never knew it - and she had a secret from her past too.

"You were one of Selena's companions, were you not? Is there something I can do for you?" Alistair hears Keeper Marethari ask.

"You...knew her." Zevran says, and recognition flashes in the Keeper's eyes. Alistair understands as well, and turns his attention elsewhere.

Selena; Fickle Selena...

The Dalish was beautiful, by most standards. Had he not known her he might have even found her attractive. Even as she lies there in death, waist-length black hair and tanned skin, the picture of innocence and yet everything but.

It troubles him how someone could do so many bad things for such good reasons, even if it was hard for him to find a good reason to put a tyrant on the throne of Orzammar, or sparing the life of Evil Loghain when you plan to give up your own life anyway. Maybe because she wanted to ensure someone could rebuild the Order when she was gone should Riordan parish as well...? No, she didn't care about the Wardens, she only cared about getting home, and wasn't that a noble goal...? Dammit...

He finds it oddly difficult to be angry at a dead woman who had saved his country.

Dammit...