This is a strange, wee crossover. One Hawke, dropped into a AU time line. Two Hawkes in one world? Fuck knows what'll happen. Hoping it'll be funny. Definitely be gory, and there's going to be a good dollop of smut and bad language because a FanFic wouldn't be complete without them. Don't you think?

Here we go...

Chapter 1

Amelie Hawke breathes a heavy sigh into her pint. Looking around the Hanged Man she pulls a face. It's a busy night. Damn. She brushes her auburn hair back from her eyes, sighing again. She's about to sigh for a third time, but Catherine cuts in. 'Oh for fucks sake, cheer up!' Her best friend says throwing her hands into the air. She grabs the pint Amelie was nursing and knocks it back. 'Just go fucking see him.' Catherine adds. Amelie gives her a look and the finger in retort. Catherine looked at her with scrutiny. The long, dark auburn hair that curled wildly, yet perfectly. Her pale skin, dusted with freckles, all framing the all, too well known amber eyes. The same of a hawk, her very namesake. Catherine, stays quiet waiting for her friend to say something for the first time that night. Amelie had met Catherine when she was looking for armour for a friend. Catherine was a blacksmith, dressed in leathers, and her long black hair pulled up out the way. They soon bonded, their similar personalities and crude humour.

'You know I won't. You know I can't.' She replies, pulling her empty mug from Catherine's hands. 'I don't think I'll ever be able to look him in the eye, ever again,' Amelie moans. 'Ever again. There'll be another damned blight, before I can even think, I mean think, about looking at him again,' she rambles. Catherine raises a brow and crosses her arms as she looks at her. Amelie sighs and lets her head drop onto the table, seconds later lifting it with a disgusted look on her features as she realises she willingly put her head on a table that belonged to the grottiest pub in Kirkwall. 'Ugh,' she says wiping her head with her sleeve. 'I mean just ugh!'

'Yeah, yeah, yeah. So he's gay. Who cares?' Catherine said casually. 'So what? Loads of good looking men are gay. There's nothing wrong with it.'

'Of course there's nothing wrong with it. I care because I fancied the arse off him, and you had to go tell him.' Amelie says sighing. Her face flushed as she remembered the awkward look he gave her. 'That's a point. Why the fuck am I even talking to you?! You embarrassed the shit out of me! This is your fault. I was happy to be in the background-'

'Watching him as he walked-' Catherine says slyly.

'-Watching him as he- No! Cat! I wasn't going to say that!' She slams her hand on the table, ignoring the stickiness on her forehead. 'I wasn't going to say anything at all. He clearly wasn't interested and-'

'And, now you know why,' Catherine says smoothly, cutting in again. 'Cheer up, it could be worse. He could be shacking up with Sebastian. That would be a real fucking disappointment. The chantry boy does whine on a bit, but he's still got a damn, fine arse,' she cackles. 'I heard Anders swung that way as well. Maybe Fenris will hook up with him?'

'Only thing Fenris would do to Anders, in terms of physical contact, is kill him,' Amelie says sighing as she wipes her head again. 'I can't believe it. Well, actually I can. The one man I find myself attracted to and he's gay. I mean, getting past his prejudice of me being a mage was hard enough. Like I didn't have enough going against me. Now-'

'Your tits and plumbing are wrong too?' Catherine finishes. Amelie can't help but giggle at her crude language and she nods.

'Aye, that too,' she says, leaning on her hand, resting her elbow on the table. 'You're interrupting me a lot today. You know that don't you?' She says with half a smile of her lips. Catherine nods and waves at the barman for a couple more drinks.

'I do. I'm okay with it. You're being mopey and I can't deal with mopey people. It makes me want to stab them,' she grins, winking at her friend. 'Now, it may only be about four in the afternoon. But I suggest we get pissed. Once we get kicked out of here, go back up to yours, and continue to get pissed, and then tumble into bed together. I'll show you that being gay isn't such a bad thing to be mopey about,' she laughs. Amelie laughs with her and shakes her head.

'You'll keep trying until you succeed won't you?' She smiles. 'That day won't come. I'm completely straight,' she smiles a little more. Catherine shrugs, she's only teasing. She's straight as well, but it always made Amelie smile and that was enough for her.

'That's what you know. Tell me that in the morning,' the blacksmith replies tartly. They stick to the plan and proceed to get very, very drunk. It's become very early in the morning and the drinks had begun to blend together. Quite a few men tried to get them to leave, stay the night. But they refused, but gladly accepted the drinks that were bought for them. They even tried a few strange cocktails that a older woman with a metal headdress made them. When it was time to go back to the estate, they left the Hanged Man and made several wrong turns.

'At...Catty...Kitty...Cat,' Hawke mumbles as she hangs off Catherine's arm. 'I think... I think we're -hic- lost,' she says looking around blearily. They stumble and walk through an alleyway. 'Ooohh, I think I'm about to be sick,' she moans. 'I shouldn't... have had that pink one,' she says holding her stomach. She catches the bottom of her long robes with her boot and trips, taking Catherine down with her. They land in a rather ungraceful pile on the cobbles. Catherine swearing heavily.

'Fucks sake!' She yelps. 'I don't recognise any of this,' she adds looking around from the floor. Amelie shrugs and winces as she moves her foot. She had twisted it badly. 'How.. hard is it to get to yours? I mean... it's up fucking uphill,' she moans. 'I know every inch of this city... where the fuck are we?' She adds, the cold air and sudden realisation sobering her up a bit. Amelie sits up, brushing her curls back and looks around with her. She holds her head and sighs shrugging. Catherine pulls herself to her feet and coughs slightly as she looks around more.

'I don't know. I don't care. I'm cold and starting to sober up. Let's just get back,' she mumbles, using the wall to get to her feet. She hisses in pain and wishes for the thousandth time that she knew healing magic. Mental manipulation was her speciality. Powerful kinetic blasts and cages, mixed with electricity. Deadly to those who annoy her.

'Can't get back if we don't know where we are,' Catherine states. She laughs to herself, the alcohol still in affect. 'Well, bugger us. The Champion of Kirkwall lost and on her arse,' she smiles.

'Not on my arse any more, bitch,' Amelie replies. 'Right, what, what turning did we take from the Hanged Man?' She asks trying to remember. Her head was filled with the fuzz of cheap ale and spirits.

'Left... maybe? Maybe right?' Catherine says walking to the end of the alley mouth and looking out. 'Uh. Hawke?' She says turning around, her face pale and eyes wide. 'Y-You need to come see this,' she says with a tremor in her voice. 'But before you do... tell me... what colour is Varric's hair?'

'That little nug-humper? His hair and chest is black. Although his beard is going brownish ginger. I keep teasing him about it,' she giggles. 'Why? Is he out there? Tell him to take me home,' she says, still giggling about the thought of teasing Varric.

'What hangs outside the Hanged Man?' She adds looking back at the entrance of the alley.

'A large wooden bloke,' Amelie replies. 'What the fuck is this about? Have you knocked your head that badly? Or has the alcohol finally killed the last few brain cells that you had?' She says wobbling and blinking slowly as she steadies herself.

'What way up?' Catherine continues to ask her questions, clearly quite shaken. Her demeanour seems to hit the sensible switch inside Amelie and she straightens up, now worried.

'Well, it's called the Hanged Man for a reason. The rope is around his throat,' she mumbles. Catherine nods.

'Yeah... that's what I thought. I mean, that's what I know,' Catherine shakes her head. 'I have to show you something. Tell me I'm going insane,' she adds. She walks over to Amelie and helps her hobble to the alley mouth.

'Holy flaming nug nipple tassels!' Amelie curses, almost falling over. She clings to Catherine unsteadily. 'What the fuck? That guy is hanging by his foot. I don't get it. There's no way that could have- Is that Varric?!' Her voice goes a little high as she spots the familiar looking dwarf walk out, but he had blonde hair, no beard. His fabulous chest curls still remained. Matched his hair though.

'Yeah. That's what I thought,' Catherine says weakly. Everywhere she looked she could see differences. That was worrying. 'You haven't done some weird magic shit have you?'

'Are you joking? I couldn't cast my way out a paper bag at the moment,' Amelie says stunned as she looks at the pub. Her stomach turns. 'Oh. I'm definitely going to be sick,' she murmurs moving back into the alley and towards the barrel she had spotted earlier. Catherine bites her nail and looks at Varric. He was talking to a man; who had his back to them and she couldn't see his face. They both laugh and head inside. She had no idea what the hell was going on. A few wrong turns and somehow Kirkwall had changed. She winces as she hears Amelie give Kirkwall back it's weak ale and cheap spirits. 'I've just thrown up a hilarious pink umbrella,' she coughs. It was about twenty meters to the pub, what could go wrong in twenty meters? She turned around to Amelie, who was wiping her mouth.

'We're going into the pub,' she says simply. No time for arguing.

'Oh Kitty, please, no more. I'll just be sick again,' she moans.

'Not for that. Although that's a fucking good idea. I mean, we need to find out what the fuck has happened. I have a slight idea. I hope to hell I'm wrong. It's crazy, magic shit if I'm right and that means that we're fucked,' Catherine babbles. 'I doubt you've got any tricks like this up your sleeves.'

'Can't we go back three hours and not drink those strange cocktaily things?' Amelie murmurs. 'I beginning to regret my wish,' she laughs bitterly. A memory hits Catherine like a cold fish to the face.

'The wish? What wish?' She asks as she wraps Amelie's arm around her shoulder and helps her walk. 'Those drinks that that woman made for us?' She asks more. The woman had appeared and sat at their table, holding a large bag. When they inquired what was in the bag, she showed them the bottles of liqueur and asked if they would like a drink. To which they accepted. Happily. She made them many drinks with strange names and different coloured spirits.

'Y'know. Before the green minty one. She asked, what do you want most, right now? And I answered; For everything to be different,' Amelie shrugged her one shoulder. 'Looks like that one blew up in my face,' she giggles. 'Although I was just thinking, that I wish Fenris was interested in women,' she grins. Catherine shakes her head and hoped that all this was just the alcohol.

'Yeah poppet. Although I feel that the woman wasn't all that she seemed,' she sighs. Amelie nods. They continue to walk over to the pub, both mentally reeling from what they see as they get close. They've both sobered up a lot. A reality check will do that to you. Without realising, they both pause at the door.

'Ready for this?' Amelie asks.

'Nope,' Catherine says opening the door anyway. Warmth floods out, along with the stale smell of piss and rotten ale. 'Smells like home,' she mutters. They walk in, seeing Varric at the bar. 'Oh Maker, this is strange,' she looks at Amelie who nods. Everything was back to front. The bar was on the left instead of the right. Varric takes a couple of pints and walks towards the stairs.

'Should we follow?' Amelie asks.

'No-one loves a story like Varric. This one has the beginnings of a best seller,' Catherine mutters dryly. 'Come on,' she sighs. Helping her stricken friend across the bar they follow the dwarf upstairs.

-x-

'Here we are, Hawke,' Varric chuckles putting the pint of ale in front of the man that was cleaning his blade at the table.

'Thanks, friend,' he smiles in return. 'What's the big deal? You sent an urgent message to me after all,' he says as he picks up his whetstone.

'We've got to wait for Broody and Aveline,' he says simply. 'It's a big thing. Very, very important,' he adds as he sips his pint, sitting down at the table. Hawke continues to sharpen his weapon, the conversation idle, while they wait for the other companions to appear. Hawke tilts his head and looks at Varric.

'I think there's someone outside,' he says quietly to the dwarf. Varric looks over his shoulder and nods. He had heard them as well. Two women, arguing. Bickering almost. They both get up and walk over to the door, Hawke places his hand on the knob and shares a glance at Varric who grins and nods. With a sudden movement he opens the door to see the women. The woman wearing leathers, her dark hair with red tips pulled up, looked at him sharply, her jaw dropping slightly.

'Well, fuck me,' she says bluntly.

'I need to at least know your name first,' he replies with a smile. Varric chuckles and rolls his eyes. The smaller woman that was being held up by the rather blunt one, elbowed her hard in the ribs. 'Well, ladies, may I ask why you're lingering at my friend's door?'

'We-uh. I... uh,' Catherine begins.

'Hawke!' Came a voice down the corridor, it was Fenris, followed by Aveline.

'Yes?' Amelie and the man said together. They looked at each other with a raised brow. Amelie had answered without realising and she swore mentally. It didn't help that it was Fenris who had called out to her, uh, him.

'Who are you?' Amelie asks slowly, her heart beating fast. Fenris and Aveline arrive, confused as to what was going on. They wait a couple of feet down the corridor.

'I could ask you the same question,' the man replies. 'I'm Garrett Hawke,' he states.

'No fucking way. But you're a man?' Catherine laughs. 'Maybe this night won't be so bad after all,' she cackles. She's ignored by Amelie who is simply gaping at him. She could see the resemblance. He had the same skin colour, hair colour, although his hair was slightly wavy, not curled. They also had the same amber eyes. He was tall and broad. A warrior, not a mage.

'My name is Amelie Hawke,' she mumbles. 'Daughter of Malcolm Hawke and Leandra Amell,' she says quietly.

'That can't be,' he says simply. 'You're a liar,' he crosses his arms. Amelie frowned. Okay, it does sound incredibly strange. She'll give him that. He's blunt too. A trait she shared. Unfortunately.

'I bloody well am not!' She protests. 'Look, this is all very well and lovely but I want to sit down and my ankle is fucking killing me- Catherine stop looking at him like that! It's giving me the creeps,' she adds punching her friend on the arm.

'He's gorgeous,' she says simply, winking at Garrett.

'Now, you look very familiar,' Garrett says looking at Catherine.

'Aye, she does,' Varric agrees. 'Who does she remind you of?'

'Damien,' Aveline says simply. 'That armourer. She could be his damn twin. Look at her. I mean look at her as well,' she says pointing to Amelie. 'She looks like Hawke's little sister!'

'Hey!' Both Amelie and Catherine say together.

'Look, I just want to find out what the fuck is going on, now are you going to let me sit down or am I to stand outside your room all evening, Varric?' Amelie asks simply. 'Aveline, call me his little sister again and I'll set you on fire,' she adds with a smile to take away the harshness of her words. She looked at Fenris, a light blush touching her cheeks. He tilts his head at her, his normally expressive eyes giving away nothing. She saw him tense up when she mentioned that she would set someone on fire. Great way to break the news that she was a mage. Well done Amelie, she thinks sarcastically to herself. She couldn't bring herself to say anything to him so she looks at the floor instead.

'Uh... Hawke?' Varric says quietly as he looks at the two women. The one claiming to be Hawke really did look pretty much a female version of his friend. She also had that atmosphere of leadership. He was intrigued and a thought hit him. 'How did she know our names?' He asks simply. Garrett stares at Amelie and shrugs. His eyes darting back to Catherine, who was grinning.

'I think you had better come in,' he says slowly, stepping aside from the door.

Well. That was strange XD If you would like me to continue, please review, otherwise I'll have no idea whether you like it or not. This hopefully will be a FHawkexFenris and MHawkexOC