AN: So I've been lurking on this sight for ages now (see what I did there) and I've decided to try my hand at writing my own piece of work. Don't know if it's any good but I'm gonna put it up anyways. I might continue it if anybody cares, to be honest I'll probably continue it anyways but I'd really appreciate the feedback nonetheless. So on with my possibly terrible story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Age or Ike for that matter, just using 'em to serve my twisted purposes.

Patrick was certain of a few things as he entered into a state a wakefulness. He knew that his head was pounding and that he was definitely not a fan of it. He knew that his arm was throbbing because of a currently unidentified reason. He knew that these reasons did not put him in the best of moods as he rejoined the world of the living.

And he knew that he was definitely not in his apartment.

He let out a pained groan as he sat up, propping himself up with his good arm. His head wasn't particularly happy about this choice of movement and decided to make its opinion known, the bastard. As he became more aware, Patrick started to take in more notes about his current surroundings. He felt the salty tang in the air and heard the dull roar in the distance that suggested a large body of salt water lied nearby. Before he could really take much of his surroundings in he heard a voice calling out.

"Hawke!" it cried. Patrick turned his head towards the source of it and was shocked by what he saw. There was no way it could be who he thought it was, he must be going crazy. But as Patrick examined the person more the evidence mounted up against him. Robes he always thought were pretty stylish? Check. Golden blonde hair? Check. Scraggly shadow of a beard? Check. Staff? Check.

Anders wasn't real, he was a character in a video game. Patrick must be dreaming! Yes, that explains everything. If this was it dream it was going to be fucking awesome so Patrick decided to just roll with it. Anders kneeled down beside Patrick and began to look him over.

"Are you alright? You took quite a hit there, Hawke."

"Uh, yeah I guess I'm alright." Patrick hesitated a bit before answering. "My head and my arm are throbbing though." Patrick was caught off guard as he spoke. The voice that he spoke with definitely did not belong to him, but he adjusted quickly. He wondered what sorts of awesome adventures he would get into during this dream. Maybe they'd fight a high dragon! Or maybe he'd get to ride into battle on a griffon! This was his dream, he could un-extinct those right? Yeah, he was sure of it.

"Show me the arm." Anders was speaking again so Patrick broke out of his daydream. He complied and raised the arm that had been troubling him. There was a long gash that ran the length of it. So that explains it! No wonder his arm was hurting as bad as it was.

"That bandit got you pretty good, didn't he Hawke? I'll have you healed in a bit." Anders raised his hand over the wound and a glow soon encompassed it. A pleasant sensation soon glided over the wound on Patrick's arm. His eyes widened yet again, it seemed he'd be having a lot of surprises in the near future. So this was magic! Damn, it was so cool. Patrick was busy admiring the glow when suddenly Anders had jumped to his feet, his staff appearing in his hand like lightning. A blue glow encompassed his eyes, the telltale sign that Justice had tagged in.

"You are not Hawke!" he bellowed. "What manner of demon are you?" Patrick had finished his fair share of Dragon Age playthroughs, so he knew that when Justice popped up things ended poorly. He scrambled to his feet and held his hands out in a placating gesture.

"Whoa! Easy there buddy, I'm not a demon." Patrick is not afraid to admit that he was scared shitless as fire appeared in Justice-slash-Anders' hand. Man, that is a mouthful. Patrick needed something shorter to call them. Janders! That would work. Damn, was he clever. Two figures appeared at Janders' side. A lyrium marked elf with snow white hair and a cute dalish elf with vallaslin. Whoa, this was trippy. Fenris had his giant sword in hand and Merrill had her staff at the ready. Patrick guessed they'd heard Janders shout and came running, expecting a fight. He wasn't even fazed by the appearance of more fantasy characters, he was dreaming after all. Wait, he was dreaming! Of course! Janders couldn't hurt him in a dream!

"What is happening, abomination? Why are you yelling?" Fenris scanned the area, looking for the source of Janders' agitation.

"A demon has possessed Hawke!" Janders was raging at this point and was probably a few seconds away from lobbing that fireball. But with an enraged spirit-man about to set him on fire, Patrick relaxed and he laughed. He shot a cheeky grin at the trio as he became more confident.

"You can't hurt me. I'm dreaming. I am your ruler!" He gave his best impersonation of an evil ruler's laugh as he raised his arms wide. "Nothing can touch me! I am invincible!" Janders and the crew looked incredibly confused but Janders was still in a rage and wouldn't be stopping soon.

"What sort of nonsense are you speaking, demon? You will leave Hawke's body or be destroyed!" Patrick stopped his impersonation and adopted a look of annoyance.

"I told you Blue, I am not a demon. Man, if I spend this whole dream arguing with the ten time tag-team champions I am going to be so pissed. Can we hurry this along? I wanna get to the epic adventure part." The Super Blue Bros. looked even more confused.

"What do you mean you're dreaming? You can't be dreaming. You just woke up here on the coast. We were attacked by bandits. One of them bashed you with his shield, you knocked your head against a rock and passed out." Merrill had taken the opportunity to make her presence known and was babbling in that way that Patrick always found incredibly endearing.

"I have to be dreaming, you're all video game characters! You can't be real." He raised his hand and pointed at Fenris. "You aren't really an escaped slave." His hand panned over to Janders. "You aren't really a spirit possessing Anders' body." His finger landed on Merrill last. "And you aren't an elvish blood mage. It's all fake." Confusion seemed to have momentarily stunned Janders but he managed to pick back up on his rage. Damn, is he persistent or what?

"You speak nonsense demon, but your tricks will not work on me! Prepared to be destroyed!"

"What are you talking about abomination? Hawke is no mage."

"I sensed it when I healed him!" Janders was bellowing again. It seems like that's the only tone of voice Janders can manage. "He did not feel like Hawke! He felt different!"

"What?" Merrill cried stepping towards Patrick. He really did love her accent. Down, boy! Now is not the time to admire the pretty elf! She reached her hands out towards him and closed her eyes. A glow encompassed her outstretched hands. Damn, he couldn't get over how fucking cool magic was. Before long Merrill stepped back with a gasp. "He really isn't Hawke!"

"See? We must destroy the demon!" Sheesh Janders, can't you chill out just for five seconds?

"He isn't a demon either though, he felt different. He felt like a human, just not like Hawke." Ah, lovely Merrill coming to his defense. A true hero. Fenris wasn't looking very happy and a sneer appeared on his lips.

"What manner of magic is this?" His markings were glowing in agitation and he looked like he was prepared to rip Patrick's heart out of his chest. Well, technically it was Hawke's chest. "What have you done to Hawke?"

"I didn't do anything to Hawke!" Patrick was quick to defend himself. "I thought this was going to be a sweet dream but so far I've been disappointed." The blue glow left Anders' eyes. Guess he had managed to subdue Justice.

"Is that what you think's going on?" Anders asked in a far more reasonable tone than his counterpart. "You think you're dreaming?"

"Well, yeah of course. How else would I explain this? In fact," he turned to Merrill, "I want you to hit me."

"H-hit you?" She stammered.

"Yeah, I'm sure I'll wake up if you do. Smack me across the face, don't hold back."

"I-I don't know if-"

"Just do it, I'm growing tired of this."

"I-if you insist." She brought her hand back and slapped Patrick across the face. His whole head turned to the side and he had to take a step back to keep his balance. He shot his hand up to where Merrill struck him, rubbing the sore spot.

"Ow! Holy shit, you hit hard for a dainty elf!" He looked around and noticed that he still wasn't in his apartment. "Why haven't I woken up?" He was starting to panic now. He turned his gaze to Merrill. "Why haven't I woken up?" He directed his question at her. Her gaze softened as she noticed his panicked expression.

"You haven't woken up because you aren't dreaming." She said in a calm voice as if to sooth him. It didn't work. He was pacing back and forth and running his hands through his, I mean Hawke's hair.

"How could this have happened?" Fenris piped up from beside Anders. He had put the gigantic sword away and he wasn't glowing anymore so Patrick took that as a good sign.

"I don't know any magic that can transfer minds." Anders said with a hand on his chin and if pondering the matter. He and Fenris looked at Merrill with a question in their eyes. Merrill seemed to jump at their combined stare and looked uncomfortable.

"I-I didn't do this." She stammered. "I don't know any spells that can do this. The keeper might know of something like this, but I've never heard of anything like it. Maybe we could ask her?" She was babbling again and Patrick let a small smile appear on his face.

"If you are not Hawke then who are you?" Fenris asked, cocking an eyebrow. Patrick was about to answer with his real name but then it dawned on him. He was in a new world, he could become a new person. He didn't have to be some lame college student anymore. He could become a great hero! He searched his mind for a suitable name, he wanted something epic. The perfect name dawned on him and his smile widened and became a massive grin.

"You can call me Ike. I come from a different world in a country called America." Of course! The Radiant Hero, leader of the Greil Mercenaries, wielder of the divine blade Ragnell, and his main in Smash Brothers. What better name could he ask for? He knew he wasn't going to be able to resist running around shouting 'Aether!'

"We will call you Ike, then." Fenris said, as he nodded his head at Patr-, er, Ike. That would take a bit to get used to.

"You say you aren't from this world then, can you tell us about your world? What's it like in America?" Merrill asked looking like she was about to burst from excitement.

"It's very different from here. I don't mind telling you but, maybe we could head back to the Hanged Man, I'm sure Varric is going to love this." Patrick said with a smile. He couldn't help it! Merrill's good mood was infectious. Fenris on the other hand narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"You say you aren't Hawke but you know who we are, who Varric is, and about the Hanged Man?"

"That's part of the long story, Fenris, just trust me for now okay? I promise I'll explain everything when we get back to Kirkwall." Fenris seemed to contemplate this for a second but then he nodded but he still looked suspicious. Merrill was the exact opposite looking like she was about to start jumping up and down from excitement. It was cute how eager she was to learn about his world.

"Well I guess we should go then. I certainly need a drink." Anders said wearily. He began to walk along the path. Wait, Ike remembered this path! It's on the Wounded Coast! That explains the whole ocean thing. The rest of the group walked along behind Anders as he led the way back to Kirkwall. Merrill assaulted Ike with questions as they walked but he answered with 'Wait until we get back.' Everybody seemed to have been rather okay with the whole 'Hawke is gone and is now called Ike thing.' Eh, maybe he'll ask Varric about it.

Ike used walked in silence deep in was an entirely new person now. He was called Ike, he lived in Thedas, and he had Hawke's body. He was soon going to face dragons, demons, and unnatural horrors. He was scared out of his mind, but beneath that there was an undercurrent of excitement.

Things were about to get really interesting.