AN:I'm back, and I've scrapped WSM. This is a new story that has been eating at me for a while. I hope to update weekly and this story will run for quite a while. All other projects will now be on hold. Enjoy this addition to the severely lacking Anders/Amell fan-fiction. As always reviews are the lifeblood which stirs me to write.

Solona Amell has much to rebuild after the defeat of the Mother. The Grey Wardens, Amaranthine, Vigil's Keep, etc. The matter of her child and growing concern over how the mages are changing in the eyes of Thedas are just the least of her concerns. With a useless King, her family in trouble, and experiments to alter the Grey Warden way of life Solona has her plate full. Add to it a roguish mage ex lover, an ex noble rogue, a dwarf with a penchant for drinking, another dwarf who's dead, a dead corpse animated by a spirit, a grandmotherly mage protected by a spirit, a Keep full of Wardens who worship her, and a world with their eyes fixed on her and all her actions, Solona is in for a very interesting life. No one ever said being a mage was easy, she just never thought it would be this hard.

This is a story of what would have happened if Anders to never went to Kirkwall, if Justice never inhabited the mage, if Bethany was recruited into the Ferelden Grey Wardens, and if Solona was also involved in the eventual Mage/Templar war. Hilarity, romance, drama, and a spice of action will blend together into this wonderful feast of a fan-fiction.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot, and the secondary original characters. I am merely borrowing Bioware's toys for my personal amusement for the duration of this story.


Chapter One: In Which Solona Throws a Fit

"I'm afraid to say it Commander but you have a-"

"If you say one more word Anders I swear to the Maker I will end you." The half naked Warden Commander threatened.

"I only want to tell you that you are harboring-" Anders attempted once more.

"I said not another word, Anders." She ordered as she swung her legs off the wooden table.

Solona Amell. Commander of the Grey, Hero of Ferelden, Arlessa of Amaranthine, Dragon Slayer, Circle Mage, and living legend, had a slight problem. She was a victim of circumstances, the sum of which led her to all her glory and heartache. She was probably the most talked about female figure in Thedas, sans Andraste herself. Despite her glaring success of overcoming any obstacle in her path, and far superseding any standard, she had still fallen victim to her own designs.

Solona was currently growing a human life. Any normal female would be thrilled at the prospect of motherhood; Solona was never a normal woman. Her responsibility to eliminate the rest of the talking darkspawn was her top priority, second to that was to rebuild the Ferelden Grey Wardens. Her duty to the Wardens was not her only issue, no the worst of her problems stemmed from a certain bastard Templar Warden King.

After Solona had declared Alistair, bastard son of the former King Maric, as King of Ferelden, she expected many different outcomes. The one she received had completely thrown her. The love of her life ended their relationship because she was a mage, and not a noble. Despite all his pleading and flowery words, Solona could see the reasons behind his actions. Fear of the nobles, after his somewhat questionable claim to the throne, drove his choice. The obstinate male even thought to ask her to be his mistress, for all Thedas he thought he could have his cake and eat it as well. Needless to say Solona was not a woman who could accept those terms.

Still when Morrigan offered her ritual she had considered the offer. She did not work so hard to save Thedas, only to have to die. Selfish as it was, Solona was not required to save her homeland. She owed the people nothing. As a mage she was feared by many for her power, and was locked away in a tower since before she could barely even remember. She owed the people of Ferelden, who feared all that she was until they needed a savior most, nothing and yet she took the burden, and gladly shouldered what many would have crumbled under, Alistair himself included. In the end her hatred for Blood Magic prevailed.

Despite the ending of the relationship, she still lived, as did Alistair. He confronted her, and asked if she had Riordan perform the deed. She wisely chose to say nothing of the matter. She was no longer on speaking terms with the man at any rate. She began to suspect she was with child then. Morrigan never specified that the child had to be made through Blood Magic. Solona feared that Blood Magic was needed to cause Alistair to be able to actually conceive a child. She also considered the fact that she was a Mage, and that whatever was needed to create the ritual was inside her, her power.

While confronting the Architect, he had hinted subtly at her changed state. Not a day after her return from slaying the Mother, the morning sickness had begun. The last month had been spent sending parties into the Deep Roads to seek out the leftover speaking Darkspawn. One such raid had needed Solona herself, and due to her pregnancy her spells were much more potent and equally as draining. Upon her return to Vigils Keep, she fainted. Anders examined her, and had discovered her very well kept secret. This leading up to the pair having their rather heated discussion.

Solona awoke in the infirmary in not but her small clothes, with Anders giving her a very cheeky grin. Her fellow mage and dear friend had placed a hand on her bare stomach as his grin widened. The room was empty, after Anders insistence on privacy. The cold stone room was becoming very imposing.

"Can I ask who the father is?" Anders shrugged not at all put off by the Warden Commander's threats.

"You just did. I am not telling you anything Anders." Solona replied quickly.

"Is Nate going to be a daddy? And here I was wondering why he was so surly until recently." Anders smirked. "I knew he needed a good lay."

Solona wished with all her might for Spellweaver. "I would cut that smirk off your pretty little head if I could."

"Awe, Commander, I never knew you thought me pretty. How ashamed I am that I let Nathaniel Howe steal you away from me." He crowed with much bravado.

"Would you shut that rather annoying thing you call a mouth?" Solona groaned, rubbing her temple.

"I'd rather not. Besides, you are going to tell me who the father is eventually." Anders cooed. "You'll soon be dripping with motherly gooeyness; you will never be able to hold it in."

"I will never-"

"Tell me." He teased.

"No, now shut-"

"Tell me." He purred.

"Anders I'm warning-"

"Tell me." He whispered leaning next to her ear.

"Anders get the bloody Void-"

Anders pressed his lips to hers in a very chaste kiss. He smirked inwardly at how fast she melted to his touch. He moved back to her ear and whispered to her as he would years ago when they had been lovers. "Tell me who did this Solona."

Solona Amell, with all her titles and all her willpower, was still just a woman. She was a woman scared out of her wits at the implications of all that was happening to her. She was a woman who could never deny the need to be loved. As forbidden as it was in the Circle, she needed to feel loved and wanted as all sentient creatures do. "You will not like it."

Anders gave her a very cheeky grin. "I dare say I won't. Either way I would like to know."

Solona heaved a sigh and suddenly before his eyes looked very vulnerable. "Alistair Theirin, King of Ferelden."

Anders dropped the poultice he was holding in his hands to the ground. It shattered as the green liquid pooled around the glass shards. His hands fisted at his sides before he spoke. "You slept with a Templar, Solona?"

"I slept with a man! An idiotic, worthless coward of a man, but still a man." She defended.

"Obviously your taste in men has truly fallen. I was the only one who could get you out of those robes; I'm hurt you replaced me with a templar." He spoke as a man with a wounded pride.

"You also dallied with half the women in the Circle and escaped at every chance you had." Solona countered.

"Well, I was young, and I never wanted to be tied down. Not there." Anders reasoned.

"Enough, we are not talking about our many failed attempts at a relationship Anders." Solona declared sliding off the table. She was feeling very exposed, and it was not due to her lack of clothing.

Anders held out her robe for her and helped her slip it onto her arms. "I was not interested in a relationship at the time. Had I been, you would have known. I am very loyal."

Solona gave a snort of laughter and began to fasten her robe together. "Yes, so much so that you slept with anything that looked at you the right way." She placed a finger onto her chin. "If I remember right you and Surana were always very close as well."

Anders had the sense to look ashamed. "What can I say; she was nowhere near the teacher's pet that you were. She at least took time out of her day to sleep with me. Half the time you were still practicing magic and incorporated your studies into our trysts."

"It paid off has it not?" She questioned him rhetorically.

"Alas I have no idea. Two months I've spent trying to see what you've learned." Anders whispered huskily in her ear.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest in a powerful embrace. "Anders, what are you doing?"

Anders gave a very annoyed groan. "Failing to seduce you. Apparently I have even more reasons to hate the King. Here I was thinking it was only because he was a Templar and he kept you away from the tower. Now he's impregnated you, and turned you from my charms."

Solona grumbled. "What charms Anders? The soft cuddly side that loves kittens, or the sex driven male who runs away from anything remotely committing."

Anders had the gall to look hurt. "Dear Commander I have not run from your side. I have stayed beside you, faithful and loyal these past months. You still do not trust me."

"You ran from the Circle seven times Anders. Seven times for Andraste's sake." She argued with ease.

"Normally this is the point where I would tear your clothes off and ravish you." Anders teased.

"Anders, please. I don't want to do this right now." Solona begged.

"Fine, I understand Commander." Anders wisely stepped back, both figuratively and literally.

He smirked at the slight spark of disappointment that flashed across her eyes. "So you are carrying a royal bastard, Templar, Mage, Warden, baby in your womb."

"Anders!" She hissed as stamped her foot into the ground.

"What? All I am staying is you are carrying a very unique child." Anders gave her a cheeky grin once more.

"What's that look for?" Solona questioned suspiciously.

"Oh nothing, just thinking of you giving birth to another evil templar." Anders teased as he backed slowly towards the door.

"My child is not evil, it's not even old enough to think." Solona screeched.

"Seems you have the mother's yell already set." He chuckled as he turned towards the door. "You are going to need it to stop him from smiting you when you send him to the corner."

Solona gave a fierce yell and grabbed a nearby flower pot. She proceeded to chuck it, with very poor aim at his head. "Take it back Anders, right now!"

"I always wondered why people say women are so moody while pregnant. Now I know, especially the ones carrying-"

The crash of a second ceramic piece closer to his head silenced him. He turned and saw the woman panting as she held another vase to chuck at the ready. "I said take that back Anders. I am not, under any circumstances, breeding an evil baby."

Anders figured if he was already in this much trouble with his former lover he could do well to go all the way. "Alright, it's not evil, but that doesn't mean his father won't raise him to hunt mages while he has his future wife raise him."

Anders ducked just in time to miss the vase locked onto the spot his head had just occupied. He shot out of the room like lightning. Solona was hot on his heels throwing literal bolts of lightning at his quickly retreating figure. The scorch marks left by the Warden Commander's assault would not soon be removed.

Thank Andraste I have such long legs, and she is so tiny. Anders thought as he raced through the halls of Vigil's Keep. I need to lose here now where could I-

"Anders I swear to the Maker I will rip you to shreds if you don't take that back!" The deep guttural growl carried well throughout the stone Keep.

She is most definitely not in her happy place. He considered his options. My room is to obvious, we already passed the exit to the training hall, missed the stair way to her study, Varel would sell me out in a heartbeat, as would anyone else really, I could always try the mess hall, it is still dinner time. Anders felt the firestorm spell before Solona released it and made a sharp left turn down the hallway. I'll have just enough time to hide within the ravenous new recruits.

Solona was forced to stop for a moment as the smoke and fire cleared after her spell. She sought out Anders' magic with her own and focused solely on finding him. When I get my hands on that man I am going to rip his mouth clean off his face, or ravish it. Teasing him might almost be a worse punishment.

Anders burst into the dining hall and dove into the group of new recruits as fast as he was able. He sat himself in between Gavin the resident templar, Desiree the new Circle Mage that had great potential with Entropic Magic, In front of him were Ty, Christan, and Dylaan, three rouges who were to be put to death for attempting to rob a caravan while Solona was out on a patrol.

"Ser, Anders, is all well?" The petite elf Desiree inquired softly

"Our dear Commander is just a tad upset with me." Anders replied after catching his breath.

Anders could feel the presence of Nathaniel behind him immediately. "What did you do this time Mage?"

He only calls me that when he's good and pissed. "Whatever do you mean Nate? Commander Solona and I only had a minuscule misunderstanding."

"Then would you explain why our new dwarven duster fighter ran to me crying that our Commander is on a rampage. She claimed she saw her cast a rather large firestorm aimed at you."

Anders chuckled sheepishly. "You know how women can be Nate." Anders could feel the chilling power of their Commander approaching at a very slow pace.

"I would recommend you turn yourself in. I will punish you if you cause the dining hall to come to harm." Nathaniel warned, keeping his ever stoic calm.

"It won't be my fault. She's-"

The great oak doors burst open and slammed into the walls. Before all Warders their very calm and sensible Commander stood before them holding a rather large Qunari Blade. She held it over her shoulder as lightning sparked around her figure. Looking more like the woman of legends than usual, the hall fell to silence.

Solona Amell walked with deadly grace and poise over to Nathaniel and Anders. She swung the impressive blade with accuracy a seasoned fighter would dedicate and ode. The blade rested just under Anders chin. Christan was thanking the Maker he was an elf in that moment. The table was cleared away within matter of seconds.

Anders gave a very terrified chuckle. Solona's eyes held a maliciousness he had never seen before. "Ah, heh, Commander, is there something I can help you with?"

The smile that curved across her face would send many a Wardens into night terrors for a few days. "Why yes Anders," the sickly sweet purr bellied the true anger she took pause to gather. "You can do something very important for me."

Anders was practically shaking in his Fade Striders. "What is that my dear Commander. You look rather pretty if I might be so bold." Flattery never hurt right?

The speed at which the blade left his throat and was above her head made a few heads spin. "You can run."

Anders looked to Nathaniel for help. "She's lost it. She's finally cracked. This is not my fault."

"You are on your own." Nathaniel smirked as he watched his friend tremble.

He turned back to Solona. He gave her his most weepy, pathetic, apologetic face and tried one more alternative to running through the halls once more. "I'm very sorry for upsetting you. Solona, I was only teasing."

Solona let her teeth show. "Sorry hmm." Solona narrowed her eyes before letting loose a thunderous growl. "Are you really sorry for calling my baby evil? Or are you very sorry for insinuating its father is going to raise it poorly? Or are you so very terribly sorry for attempting to make light of this very serious situation?"

The silence that followed the implications of her tirade was deafening. As far as the fellow Wardens were considered, Anders had just pissed off the mother of his child. Any sympathy for him flew out the window. The collaborate step back echoed in the hall like thunder.

Anders, ever the one to make light of dangerous situations could not resist. "Isn't the thunder supposed to come before the lightning strike?"

"I'm going to rip that smirk right off your face." Solona hissed before she felt her mana drained instantly.

Normally she would be looking at her templar recruits. As this was a very unique incident she felt the power transfer from herself to her unborn child. She dropped the sword and placed her hands over her stomach as the blade clattered to the ground. The noise reverberated around the hall as Solona began to cry. Her child had just kicked her stomach, after three months, the first real movement from her child was very powerful to the soon to be mother.

Anders looked at Solona concerned. He felt the power shift. "You are sure templars learn their powers through study? It's not innate is it?" He half teased.

"I hate you." Solona hissed. She turned tail and moved to walk slowly through the path of destruction she had just wreaked.

The collective glare Anders felt boring into his soul forced him to rise. He turned to see Nathaniel giving him a very deadly stink eye. He took his arm and drug the impossible male out of the dining hall after their Commander. Anders followed willingly. The defeated stance the woman he revered had taken tore at his heart like a knife slicing his organ into two neat little pieces.

Nathaniel gave a sigh. "What did you do, Anders?" He shook his head as he continued to drag his friend along. "You just had to go and get her pregnant didn't you. How the hell did you even convince her to sleep with you? I've never seen her quarrel with you like that before."

"I am not responsible for that. Her motherhood can be attested to someone else. Besides I used to sleep with Solona years ago back in the Circle." Anders gave a half hearted smirk.

"Then who in the world has she been sleeping with, and why is she not arguing with the father?" Nathaniel inquired, genuinely curious. Both males knew Solona was the most open with the pair of them, with the exception of Oghren, but she would never lower herself like that. Oghren was married to Felsi after all with his own children on the way,

Anders shook Nathaniel off his arm and matched his stride with the others. "I'll give you a hint, not all the rumors about the King and the Hero of Ferelden are untrue."

Nathaniel stopped dead in his tracks. "You can't mean-"

"Yeah," Anders turned to his friend, "it would seem she's carrying his illegitimate heir. Slightly ironic yes? The man who is our king is the bastard son of his father, and he sired a bastard before he was even crowned, with a mage no less." Anders voice turned spiteful.

"This is not good news. The King is arriving tomorrow with his fiancée. He wants to oversee how the repairs are coming along with Amaranthine. Even though Solona saved the people the City still took a very heavy blow. He's bound to know it's his child."

Anders froze as he stared at Nathaniel. "Why should he even need to know? He left her! He doesn't even deserve to know it's his child. His heir or not, I highly doubt that child will be born normal. A mage can't be heir to anything. You should know that just as well as Solona and I do."

Nathaniel shook his head. "He'll find out, especially since he is the father."

Anders shook with rage. "He doesn't deserve any part of her. He left her for the crown she gave him. He left her to take care of the Blight while he took the back seat even though he was her senior Warden. As far as I'm concerned that child is never going to be his, it's hers."

Nathaniel could see as he always had, the feelings Anders was unable to hide. Even before he had been able to really get to know his fellow Warden, he knew Anders cared a great deal for the woman who commanded them. He is just running around in circles around her. Will he ever just be able to tell her and stop this annoying and pathetic cycle they are in? "If you care so much then you should not have taunted her. She's pregnant Anders; she's scared about what is going to happen."

"I know, I know." Anders whispered, he turned away from Nathaniel. "I'm going to go speak with her."

Nathaniel shook his head. "No, go to Amaranthine. Retrieve Wynne, I believe she is still there helping to oversee the leftover healing from the Mother's attack. Some of that damage will never heal in the people. She'll want a familiar face with her. Tell Wynne to speak to her. She's not going to want to see you right now."

Anders slumped in defeat. "Will you stay with her? I don't want her alone right now."

Nathaniel nodded his head. "Of course, she is our Commander. As her Second I must make sure she is alright." Nathaniel thought for a moment. "At least until she decides to take a husband."

Anders glared at the rogue. "You never give up."

Nathaniel pulled on his stoic mask and began walking towards Solona's room. "I have no idea what you are speaking of mage. Now go fetch the Mage Wynne. That is an order Anders, no excuses."

Anders nodded his head and turned around to go and fetch the grandmotherly woman. Solona told him once that Wynne was like a mother figure to her, after being ripped away from her family at only five years old. He only prayed Wynne could help them to cover the truth from the father. He really hated templars.


AN: How was it? Leave me a review even if it's just 'I liked it.' I enjoy writing for not only my own twisted amusement but for your own as well. I swear to you all this fan-fiction will not be forgotten like others. I plan to fight this one until the end, the speed at which I reach it all depends on just how much you all want more. Weekly updates are planned. Love and Kisses. A healing spell from Anders for everyone who reviews. XD. Mizu Setsu