The Dragon Age II companion piece to "We Could Be Heroes". Will contain various ficlets about various Hawkes, labeled and organized by character/chapter. Might reference characters from "We Could Be Heroes".

First up is rogue Elphaba "Elphie" Hawke.

These fics take place in Acts: 3, 2, 1, 1, and 3; respectively.

Disclaimer: I'm not cool enough to own Dragon Age. That's BioWare's job.

"Elphaba, what are you doing?" inquired Fenris as he plucked the book from her hand.

"Reading, now give that back, you jerk!" cried Elphie irritably.

Fenris snorted as he read the title. "Who recommended this one?"

"Varric, now give it back!" she snapped.

"Fine," grumbled the elf as he dropped the book into her lap and began to pick through the books on her nightstand that she had stacked up for later reading. "Oh?" he asked, tone amused as he pulled one book from the pile, "And who recommended this one?"

"I-" stammered Elphie as she took one look at the cover of the book he held and turned an amusing shade of scarlet. "Isabela!" she managed to squeak.

"Isn't this book banned by the Chantry?" commented Fenris as he flipped through it.

"Elphie, stop!" called Anders. "He's dead."

Elphie acted as though she hadn't heard. She continued to stab the body with her daggers; it was beginning to look a lot like swiss cheese.

"Elphaba!" barked Fenris. When she didn't look up from her self-appointed task of dicing the bloodmage to bits, the elf strode over to her. Again, she ignored him. Fenris gripped his sword and brought the pommel up. With one quick strike, she was knocked unconscious.

"Fenris! What did you do that for?" gasped Anders as he watched Fenris sheathe his greatsword and pick up Elphaba.

Fenris didn't reply, instead walking past Anders and Aveline to the exit.

"Why is your hair white?" asked Isabela as she picked up a lock of it and twirled it between her fingers. "You're not a lyrium-tattooed Tevinter slave like Fenris."

Elphie set down her drink and looked at the other rogue, extracting her hair from Isabela's fingers as she did so. "Bethany. She turned it green by accident when we were little and it was the best she and father could do to make it white. It was sort of ginger-colored before that."

Blood beaded on Elphie's neck as the dagger pricked her skin. She tried to fight the magic that was forcing her to draw her own weapon across her neck, but to no avail. Unfortunately, her companions seemed frozen in place, unable to move.

"Anders," she managed to gasp. If anyone could break the hold the woman had on them, it was Anders - or rather, Justice.

"Let her go!"

Energy rushed past Elphie, knocking the bloodmage to the floor and breaking the hold on the party.

Elphaba bit back a sob as she shoved the dagger into Anders' chest. She caught him as he slumped forward in death and then she did cry. She sobbed into the feathers on the shoulders of his coat as his blood pooled around them.

Minutes ticked by and eventually Fenris came to kneel next to her.

"Elphie," he said as he put his hand on her shoulder. "We have to go." He stood, watching as she placed one last kiss in the mage's blond hair before easing his body to the ground.