A/N: Look this is just another, Tamlen finding them and you kill him and yada, yada. So I'll just throw this into the mix! Unlike others I'm going to follow the story line a little better! Yay! Hope you review!

Chapter one: A Gift From the Past.

I quickly got out of my tent, "Alistair! Do you feel that?" Varhen was scared and few times had any of the group seen him scared, Alistair was standing straight, witch surprised every one because he had been sleeping less than a minute ago.

"Yes, this may sound stupid but it felt like the Arch Demon is aware of us, like… like he saw us!" Alistair's rubbish would have been laughed at by every one had Varhen not looked so spooked. The nod from the Dalish hunter only proved that Alistair was right. Five Shrieks jumped from the dirt surrounding the camp quickly. Blades, bows, and staffs were quickly used killing the Shrieks quickly.

"Well that was… Tamlen?" Varhen became quite and still, before running to the back of the camp. A tortured Shriek was talking and it wad Tamlen, 'Dear creators! Why, Tamlen?' "Tamlen, is it you?" Hope was evident in Varhen's voice every one else was worried 'Did Varhen know this creature? Why was he on the brink of tears?'

"No, not… me… Lethallin" Tamlen sounded raspy and unfocused "I did not…. Want… to end like this…. Forgive…. Lethallin!" Tamlens eyes faded from torched to insanity as he finished talking to Varhen he attacked.

"No, Tamlen I can help you!" Varhen dogged under him spinning to face Tamlen, when there was no answer he drew his dagger 'This is no longer Tamlen' moving as a blur his blade stabbed Tamlen in the heart, a gargle escaped the shriek. Varhen laid the motionless body down on the grass, as every one rushed up to him.

"Are you alright?" Wynne asked putting a hand on my shoulder.

"No. I should have done something, like nock him out or….. I killed him!" the panic and pain splayed out on his face, his heart raced "We were brothers, I killed him…. Twice. I've killed him twice…" Varhen chocked on tears, shaking violently guilt clouding his mind.

"Let him be alone" Leliana said to Wynne leading the mage to the fire, looking at Alistair she nodded, and mouthed 'Talk to him!' Alistair walked up to him putting a hand on his shoulder.

"You did him a favor, Varhen. He was suffering, that's what the taint does, it kills you or it turns you into a monster. Did you know this one? I heard you call a name." Alistair knelled next to his distraught brother. Varhen nodded.

"His name was Tamlen. I told you about him, did I not?" Varhen looked at his closest friend, smiling through his tears. Alistair's eyes widened.

"Oh, I'm so sorry; I hope I didn't offend you. You talk about him vary little, but yes you did talk about him with me. You were close friends, brothers in all but blood, right?" Alistair looked at him offering a small smile.

Varhen smiled at that looking at Alistair "Yes we were close, but closer than brothers. We… we were lovers. Alistair I hope that does not ruin your image of me as a friend and fellow Warden." Varhen looked at the corps of Tamlen "Will you help me bury him?" Varhen whispered, wondering when the yells would start.

"Sure, Varhen, as long as you don't talk about who you bed, I don't care." Alistair patted Varhen on the shoulder. "Let's give him a proper grave, ok? How does six feet sound?" Alistair moved to the far back of the camp near an outcrop of rock. Varhen nodded, getting a shovel he dug three feet then, they switched. When they were done Alistair lowered Tamlens body into his gave, giving Varhen his dagger back. "I'll finish up here ok; when the hole is filled I'll come get you so you can plan your tree." Alistair smiled and so did Varhen, as he moved away to go and sit by the fire.

Zevran watched as Varhen moved away from Alistair. "You know if you are going to talk to him, just go and do it already." Alistair murmured, well aware the assassin had been watching them. "He needs friends right now, and though I hate you for it he sees you as one." Alistair continued filling in the grave.

"What? No, accusations that I'll slit his thought or poison him?" Zevran asked a bit of surprise on the edge of his voice, Alistair sighed he stopped shoveling.

"Look, he trusts you then fine. If that trust is misplaced I will be there to try to stop the worst. Varhen trusts you so for now I will trust you, but if you hurt him I'll kill you." Alistair turned to where Zevran stood concealed in shadow "That is a vow, Zevran. You hurt him you hurt me, I'll hurt you. Now if you don't mind I have to get this dirt back where it was a few minutes ago." Alistair's vow unsettled Zevran 'Will he truly keep that vow?' Zevran looked at the Templar turned Grey Warden. 'Yes, to protect, Varhen, he would kill him self.' Zevran concluded as he looked at the lone from sitting by the camp fire 'Would I do the same for, Varhen, as well? Yes. Varhen is my heart. I would kill all who were a threat.'

A/N: Look I got board with my other stories and decided I would try another! Any way, please review!