Writers Notes:

I must admit this is my first fan fiction that I've ever written. I always stayed away from writing one since I figured I wouldn't be able to do any of the characters any justice. Though I ended up falling in love with the Dragon Age characters, they got to me XD

This fan fiction is based on a scene in the game that I felt could of been better. When it came to helping Fenris's on his last personal quest called "Alone" where you take him to meet his long lost sister and his former master named Danarius, shows up.

In the game, you can either betray Fenris by handing him over to Danarius willingly (if you do, he just simply gives up after years of fighting for his freedom and allows his former evil Master to take him) or you do the good thing and fight. Fenris then kills Danarius, if you want you can also let him kill his own sister.

I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed after completing this quest. I wanted to see more happen. Then I started to wonder…

What would it have been like if Danarius used some kind of mind control to force Hawke into just handing over Fenris? I remember our beloved broody elf mentioning just how powerful of a blood mage his former master was and this idea came to me.

Maybe this whole scene could of happened in the game, all depending just who were in your group at the time. Lets say there wasn't a single mage in the group, like Anders, to keep Danarius from mind controlling everyone into betraying Fenris.

Maybe this idea is foolish and I ended up wasting my time writing this, but…I couldn't help it. The idea just kept bugging me and bugging me until one day I finally gave up and began to write this scene in my head that refused to go away.

The first part maybe boring, I apologize for that. Though I do hope those that read this will enjoy it. Though please pardon my crappy writing skills, it's been ages since I wrote anything and well…I got rather rusty. And also sorry for the crappy title, I couldn't think of anything else .;

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. My female Hawke in this is a rogue and she's looks like the regular preset Hawke, only with long hair lol. Also as much as I enjoy the whole Fenris x Mage pairing, I couldn't help but make her a rogue in this. She likes to stabby, stabby XD

*All characters belong to Bioware in their awesome Dragon Age series*

Fenris's furious voice echoed out into the empty hall as Hawke slowly approached the room. The sound of his constant pacing back and forth could be heard as he demanded more answers from Aveline. "Are you certain its her?"

"An elf matching your description on the ship you named, and alone, as far as I could tell." Aveline replied, her emerald green eyes watching the constant pacing elf.

Just as Hawke reached the doorway, Fenris slammed both of his fists into the table in front of him. "I need to know if it's a trap!"

Aveline sighed, her gaze softening just a little. "Look, I did what you asked Fenris. Now it's up to you."

He narrowed his eyes at her then turned away as more anger began to rise up within him.

Shaking her head slightly, the Captain of the Guard rose to her feet and began heading out of the room. Seeing Hawke's worried expression, Aveline let out another sigh as they passed each other. "You talk to him Hawke, I've had my fill for the day."

'Easier said then done...' Hawke thought silently, her piercing blue eyes turning from Aveline's retreating form to Fenris.

"Venhedis! Fasta vass!" The elf cursed angrily in Tevinter, his eyes that once had looked at her with such gentleness now gleamed with pure and utter rage. Hawke had witnessed the same rage three years ago when a group of men had came out of no where and surrounded them. They'd been hunters, out looking for Fenris. Hired by the one human the elf loathed the most. The very mage that caused all his pain and suffering, the one who carved the very lyrium into his flesh. Danarius.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly approached Fenris. His troubled eyes turned to her for the briefest moment, then quickly looked away. Looking at anything else within the room but her. He was avoiding eye contact, just like he had done for the past three long years. Ever since the night they shared together, Fenris made sure to keep a safe yet professional distance between them. Even though he was always there for her, fighting by her side, or even trying to comfort her after her mother's death. He was still there, just...distant.

It was as if that one night of passion had never happened, she could remember his touch even now. The feel of his lips pressed against hers, his arms around her waist, holding her close, afraid to let go...It haunted her, refusing to let her be.

"Perhaps I could help?" She finally spoke, her voice showing her concern. Though would he even let her help? Not only was Fenris extremely broody, but he was also very stubborn.

Fenris turned to face her, his eyes lowered to the candle upon the table. "It's my sister..."

Hawke's eyes went wide. His sister? He was able to find her after all?

"I didn't tell you, but I followed up on Hadriana's information. Everything she said was true." Fenris began to pace once more, though he allowed their eyes to meet while he continued. "I had to keep it quite, but I eventually contacted Varania and sent her coin enough to meet me. And now she is finally here."

Shifting her weight to her other leg Hawke asked, "So, she was in Qarinis after all?"

"My sister left Magister Ahriman's service, and I found her in Minrathous. That made things even more difficult. But according to the men I paid, it's just what Hadriana said...she's not a slave. She's a tailor in fact." Once again Fenris stopped his nervous pacing and turned to her. "Getting a letter to her was difficult, and she didn't believe me at first...but she's finally come." His narrowed eyes were filled with hope as well as uncertainty.

The news was too good to be true and most likely it wasn't. They both were thinking the same thing... It was a trap, it had to be. "You believe that Danarius may know of this." Hawke said finally, her voice soft yet stern. Her head was slightly lowered, but her eyes looked up into his, watching him closely.

"The more it seems he doesn't know, the more certain I become, he does!" Again Fenris turned away from her, he started to pace but soon stopped.

Hawke knew what he was about to ask of her, but could she truly agree to it? This was a trap, there was no way that Danarius was not involved with Varania's sudden visit. Everything that Fenris had said about the evil mage screamed at her to keep him from meeting up with his lost sister. Hawke wanted to keep Fenris safe, even if he refused such protection. By the fires of Andraste, if she had to tie his stubborn ass to the bed or lock him up in a cell, she would protect him from being captured by that monstrous bastard. Fenris had informed her many times over on just how powerful of a blood mage Danarius was. It was far too much of a risk to just...

Hawke's thoughts trailed off when she saw just how distraught Fenris was over this. Damn, there was no way around it. If she refused to help him, he would hate her even more and go off by himself. The thought of him getting hurt, let alone loose him, to never see him again... It made her heart heavy, as well as being hard to breathe.

The way Fenris turned to look at her, she knew he what he would do. His decision was already made and there was no way to talk him out of it. The troubled elf was just like Hawke as well as many people who were haunted by those two most terrible words. What...if...

If he didn't go and try to see his sister, he would be haunted on what could of happened. Learning about his past and reclaiming a part of his family that he had thought lost. "Come with me Hawke..." Though Fenris may have appeared cool and collect now, his voice was stressed, and his eyes were pleading with her to help him. "I need you there when I go to meet her."

A heavy sigh escaped her soft lips, Hawke couldn't help but glare at him. Damn. He was going to use those damn puppy eyes on her. She was never sure if Fenris knew just how powerful his eyes effected her. Andraste's ass, even Merrill figured that out, she even called him out on it.

One evening while they were walking along the Wounded Coast during a mission, Hawke over heard Merrill teasing Fenris about his puppy eyes. The two had no idea that Hawke had been within ears reach, she'd been resting behind a large bolder when she heard Merrill's cute giggle.

"Heeheehe-" Merrill tried to hide her giggle quickly by covering her mouth with a hand, but it was too late.

"What?" Fenris snapped, arching a brow at the little witch. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're in love..." Merrill replied with a knowing smile.

Fenris instantly turned his gaze away, "I am not." This conversation was not happening.

Hearing that made the crack in Hawke's heart tare open even more. For a moment, she actually believed he didn't love her. She sighed heavily and rested her head upon her knees. Human, elf... it didn't matter. Guys were all the same. Any hope of Fenris returning to her was starting to fade, just like the setting sun.

But oh, Merrill knew better. She saw past his fake reply, his hard barrier was not going to fool her. She found it sweet that Fenris and Hawke had feelings for one another. Though she also found it quite sad that Fenris pushed Hawke as well as his feelings for her aside. The broody elf was far more stubborn than Merrill was, despite what the others might think. Sure, she might be sympathetic with demons and toyed around with blood magic, but Fenris tossed aside something rare and very precious.

Love was something many people dreamed their whole lives of having but never got the chance to experience it. Yet he had his chance and tossed it away. However Merrill could tell he ached for Hawke, but whatever his reasons was for leaving her, was beyond foolish. How could you leave someone you cared so much for behind? It only made matters worse.

"Every time she looks away you stare at Hawke with those sad puppy eyes..." Her voice was gentle, yet stressing out each word so that it was able to pierce through Fenris's little barrier.

And oh did it strike him alright. Fenris turned to glare at her, his sudden anger getting the best of him. His skin soon began to glow a fierce blue, the lyrium markings within his flesh glowed brightly. "There are no puppy eyes!"

Merrill merely brushed him off, shrugging slightly. "It's alright you know. Even you can be happy every once in a while. It won't kill you...But your face might crack if you smile so be careful." And with that, she merely walked off.

Fenris huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. His gaze starring off into the horizon, the sun now fully set behind the thick clouds that slowly floated above the restless waves of the sea.

An elbow nudged his side and he turned to see Isabela smirking at him. "Hey, Gloworm. Tone it down or you'll give our position away."

His jaw dropped, what did she just call him? Grumbling, Fenris forced himself to ease his anger, the glowing markings within his flesh soon ceased.

"Good boy." Isabela added sarcastically while giving his head a firm pat before walking away.

"It would mean a lot to me..." The urging tone within Fenris's voice brought Hawke back to the present, she raised her eyes to his. And damn... sure enough he was giving her those damn puppy eyes. How could she say no now?

"Where is she?" She asked with a sigh, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. The leather armor she'd been wearing suddenly felt tight and unbearable. Reaching a hand up, she tried to adjust the strap near the shoulder pad.

"If we go to the Hanged Man during the day, she'll be there. For the next week at least." He lowered his gaze for a moment before looking back up at her. Taking a step towards her he added softly, "It would mean a lot to me...That's all I ask."

Hawke was forced to look away from his pleading gaze, he was asking for far more than to just go with him to meet Varania. There was a risk of this meeting being a trap, the risk of possibly loosing him. Then again, perhaps she was just over exaggerating, worrying too much. He had said his sister would be at the Hanged Man during the day, and the tavern was always crowded at that time. Maybe things would go smoothly, Aveline did say she didn't see anyone else but Varania upon the ship...

But ever since her mother had died, Hawke had been extra careful when it came to looking after her friends, as well as Gamlen. Even though the man was an ass and a piss poor uncle, he was still the only remaining relative she had left. Besides the cousin she'd just recently learned about of course. Hawke hadn't been careful enough while looking after her mother and siblings. Because of her carelessness they were gone, and nothing would bring them back.

She had been to slow to stop Carver from being slain by that damned orge so many years ago. As for sweet Bethany, she had died during the Deep Roads expedition. Hawke had been a complete and utter fool to allow her little sister to go along, but the young girl refused to listen. She had Carver's spirit alright, wanting to be daring, to explore the unknown, perhaps even make a name for herself. No, not make a name for herself, she just wanted to go on an adventure, but it turned out horribly.

Mother begged Hawke to not take Bethany along, but her sister's pleading eyes wouldn't leave her mind. So, she allowed her to come along. And because of her foolishness, Bethany ended up becoming deathly ill from the Darkspawn taint. Too much of their disgusting blood had touched her and it silently began to kill her over the next few days.

When they realized what was happening, it was too late. They were days from reaching the surface, no one could help Bethany. Anders was forced to stay behind in Kirkwall due to being overwhelmed with patients. To many people had fallen ill for him to be gone for an unknown amount of weeks. He was the only healer in Dark Town that had any heart to heal those in need, ones that couldn't afford a Doctor in Hightown came to him for help. He was their last hope.

The memory of Bethany asking for her older sister to take her life always hung at the back of Hawke's mind. There wasn't a day that went by that she wasn't reminded of that moment when her blade reluctantly sunk deep into her sister's heart. Even through the fierce pain, Bethany smiled up at Hawke as her eyes slowly closed and her body went limb in her arms. A large piece of Hawke's heart had split off that day. She'd been forced to kill her own sister, her only sister. Then three years later, her mother also died in her arms as well. Leandra had died in such a nightmarish way...

No, there was nothing wrong with being overly protective. It was better to be safe than sorry. She wasn't going to loose Fenris, if he wished to meet his sister, fine. But they were going to bring in plenty of back up in case this little reunion went astray.

"Alright Fenris." Hawke replied after a moment of silence, "I'll go with you." A look of relief soon formed upon his handsome elven face.

'I wouldn't look so relieved though.' She wanted to add but kept silent. Figuring if Fenris knew she planned on bringing both Anders and Merrill along he might object. Out of all the others, it was the two mages he despised the most. When it came to them, he always made sure to keep a good distance, rarely speaking to either of them. Let alone always making sure that his disgust for them was known. There had been one too many times where Hawke was forced to either nudge Fernis in the side or snap at him for being too harsh with Merrill. As for Anders, well that was a whole different matter.

Hawke knew how Anders felt about her, so did Fenris, and it annoyed him the way the mage looked at her with such longing in his brown eyes. His gentle eyes that appeared to gleam with specks of gold when the sun shown down on them. Even though Anders was a kind and passionate man, her heart ached for the former elven slave. She felt that her heart would always belong to him, even if he no longer wanted it.

"What is it with women falling for broody and stubborn men? Is it me?" Anders had once asked with a grumble under his breath the night he confessed his love for her. When Hawke asked what he meant by that he then told her that he had once thought he'd fallen in love with the Hero of Ferelden. His once Warden Commander. Anders explained how the woman had once been King Alistair's lover when they were just Wardens. But the couple was forced to separate due to certain affairs. One issue was that they were both Grey Wardens, and Alistair needed to produce an heir to the throne. With two Grey Wardens together, to create a life was nearly impossible. Though before Anders could tell his Commander how he felt, the woman had fallen in love with another. A man named Nathaniel Howe, the very son of the man who betrayed and brutally slaughtered her family during the night. "I'll never understand women...you are all far too complex."

Hawke did her best to hide a smile, but finding humor in this situation was uncalled for, yet she couldn't help it. Anders turned to look at her, his arms firmly crossed over his chest. Without helping herself she walked over and leaned her head against his chest, a chuckle escaping her lips.

"Are you kidding? Are you really laughing at me?" Anders snapped, looking down at her with an arched brow.

"No..." Her chuckle turning into an embarrassing snort. No she wasn't laughing at him, this all was just so...it was just odd and with everything going on, it was all too much. For some strange reason she found herself laughing, and she didn't fully understand why.

Closing her eyes she continued to lean her head against his chest, with arms at her sides. A noise that sounded both like a sigh and a snort escaped Ander's lips and he soon wrapped his arms around her. Over the years Hawke had never flirted with Anders, only teased him in a harmless way. A way that only a friend would tease another friend. She never was aware of how he truly felt about her, and that made her feel awful. Hawke always thought they were just friends, good friends. Always there for one another, helping each other, teasing and making jokes to try and cheer the other one up, making each other laugh. When they first met, he was so up tight and rarely smiled, she was determined to get him to loosen up. It took some work, but eventually Anders became rather playful. But she'd been wrong, so very wrong. Hawke saw him as a brother, but she did not dare tell him that.

"I'm sorry Anders..." Hawke replied softly as she wrapped her arms around him for a hug.

He sighed and rested his stubbly chin upon her head. "It's alright." After a moment of silence he added with a playful chuckle, "Perhaps in another life, huh?"

Her eyes were closed as a smile formed upon her lips.

"It's better this way anyway. Justice was starting to bug me. Apparently he disagrees with my feelings for you. Always telling me that you are just a distraction."

Hawke made a humph like sound, "Justice needs to get a grave." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

But Anders knew her words were meant as a joke, the small chuckle that came from him eased the tension that rose within her muscles.

"You know...you're the second guy to confess his love for me this month." Hawke added as she pulled away to look up at him. "It's starting to creep me out." And it was, honestly. Growing up Hawke was always teased on being too much of a tomboy. None of the boys said anything about her being pretty, in fact they always said how plan and ugly she'd been. But now, things were suddenly different.

Ander's arched a brow at her, "Really? Who was the first?"

"Sebastien."

His jaw dropped, "You're kidding." His smile widened, "I thought he was obsessed with the whole Maker and that chastity thing."

"Oh he is." Hawke explained, "He uh...kinda proposed to me too. Saying that I should become Viscount and that one day when he returns from Starkhaven as Prince we should unit the two countries with a chaste marriage."

Ander's burst out laughing, but his laughter soon ceased when he saw the dead serious expression upon Hawke's face "A chaste marriage..." He rose a hand to his chin, "How could that possibly work?"

With a shrug, Hawke replied with a laugh, "I haven't the faintest idea. I asked him the same question. And that I would be forced to pray on my knees every time I have an impure thought about my husband. He looked hurt though and I felt bad of course but I told him that I want to have children some day. You can't do that with a chaste marriage. I want little mes running around so I can say, If you're good, maybe one day you'll learn how to pick locks just like mommy!"

Ander's laughed at that, "Oh I have no doubts that you would raise little trouble makers."

Hawke remembered the sadness in Anders's eyes, even though she had tried to let him down gently, she still broke his heart. 'I have laid awake every night for the past three years, aching for you...' His voice echoed in her mind when she shut the door to Fenris's mansion behind her. Anders had confessed his love to her, but the only person she could think about was Fenris.

Before leaving Fenris's borrowed mansion, they made plans to meet up with Varania the next day. He didn't wish to wait longer than necessarily. For fear of Danarius catching wind of the his sister's visit, that is if this wasn't a trap already. The rest of the evening Hawke would be making her visits with the others.

She made her way into the Chantry to find Sebastien. Whom offered his help in an instant, he was a good man when it came to helping others. Compared to the Chantry life, he seemed to thrive on the thrill of danger. That's what she liked about Sebastien, he was always ready to kick some ass. The way he kept shouting phrases like, "Oh this is so much more fun than the Chantry!" during battles were too funny. Then there were moments where he also kept apologizing for taking their lives, "I shall pray for you!" Yeah, he was a bit confusing.

He always seemed to try and convert Fenris into believing in the Maker. Sebastien did that so much that Hawke had lost count. After awhile it was starting to annoy her and one day, she had enough. Perhaps it was because the day had been too damn hot for her own taste or perhaps because that Mother Petrice was on her nerves, but something snapped inside of Hawke.

Unable to help herself, Hawke turned and walked over to Sebastien. She soon began to whisper something extremely dirty, something so naughty that would even make Isabela blush and that's saying a lot. Instantly Sebastien's blue eyes went wide and his cheeks turned beat red. Pulling away and seeing his reaction brought a satisfying smile to her lips. "Yeah...you just take that image in and go pray for a few hours. Give the rest of a us a break."

And oh boy did Sebastien leave, he went straight up the stairs to the Chantry and didn't come out till the very next day. Clearly what Hawke whispered in his ear had made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Mission accomplished!

The others begged to know what she said to him, but Hawke wouldn't dare tell them. What she had whispered to Sebastien had been so dirty, so improper that if she told her friends, their opinions about her would change forever. For goodness sake, Hawke couldn't even believe she could think of something like that, let alone say it to another person. Sebastien's high opinion of Hawke was shattered in mere seconds, he would now think of her as...well...who knows.

But honestly, the Maker this, Maker that, constant talk was getting very annoying. Don't get her wrong though, she was a believer and all, but damn, Sebastien spoke more of the Maker than the Grand Cleric herself. He needed to be silenced in a non violent way. For weeks poor Sebastien couldn't even make eye contact with her, Hawke was starting to feel guilty, perhaps she went a little to far...but at least it kept him from mentioning the Marker every five seconds.

After awhile of being constantly bugged by Isabela, she finally told the woman what she'd whispered in Sebastien's ear. The expression upon Isabela's face was priceless, "Wow Hawke...I honestly didn't think you had it in you to come up with something so...ris-kay..." Her friend said in a silly tone, while waving a hand in front of her face. "I am so proud of you!"

After visiting with Sebastien, Hawke headed straight to Aveline's office. Though as much as the Captain of the Guard wanted to help, tomorrow was a full day of work for her, she wouldn't be able to go. Which was understandable, her job was very demanding. Yet she promised she would be there to check on them as soon as her shift was over.

Lowtown was next, spotting both Varric and Isabela at one of the many merchant stands in the market area. Isabela was busy gawking over a collection of hats when she approached them. After explaining the situation, they both promised they would be there, as well as keeping an eye out for anything strange during their stay at the Hanged Man. Varric kept a sweet there, which was pretty much his home. As for Isabela, well it was her favorite place to be. "Ah the Hanged Man. Sometimes you just want to go where everybody knows your name." She had once said, which made Hawke smile.

The next stop was Merrill's home, which was located in the heart of the Elven Alienage, just around the corner from the Hanged Man. Though when she entered the small shack of a home, Merrill's eyes were puffy from crying all day. It had only been a few days since the death of the beloved Keeper Marethari. She was a woman that Hawke held great respect for, whom also had given her life to protect Merrill. Seeing how frail and lost Merrill was at that moment, she knew that the young elf was not ready to fight. She could not ask her friend to come with them when they go to meet Varania. In case Danarius did show up, Merrill would not be ready for such a battle.

For a few hours Hawke sat with Merrill and tried to comfort her friend. When she felt Merrill was alright enough to be alone, she left for Anders's Clinic in Darktown. He was just cleaning up after healing a man with a bad knife wound in his stomach. Apparently the poor man was mugged, the thieves had stolen everything that would fetch a decent price and left him to die. He was soon found and was quickly rushed to Anders's hideout to be healed.

When Anders had a moment, Hawke explained about Fenris and his sister. Just like Isabela and Varric, he too swore he would be there to help. However, Hawke knew he was only going to protect her and the others, but not Fenris. The mage still loathed the elf and it was painfully clear that he didn't give a fig for him. But for Hawke, he would be there.

The rest of the evening Hawke spent at her family's Estate. Bodahn and Sandal had already gone to bed. Orana the former elven slave, now Hawke's hired help was also asleep in her room. Hawke headed upstairs into her quarters. After a warm, soothing bath she slipped in between the bed sheets and snuggled in for the night. Yet she couldn't fall asleep, for the one she longed for haunted her thoughts.

*Part 2 coming soon ^.^

PS sorry for any erros.