A/N: I just finished Dragon Age II for the first time and I'M A WRECK SEND HELP.

This one features Anders. I have… complicated feelings regarding Anders. Also, it is my headcanon that they escaped on Isabela's ship at the end, sailing into the horizon as best friends forever~

Perhaps it was the deliriousness Anders was left with after the adrenaline rush the last several hours had been or perhaps it was the surly look on Fenris's face that started it all. They had been lucky Cullen - was it Knight-Commander Cullen now? - had seen sense and let them all flee. They hadn't stopped to gather possessions as they ran, Hawke only whistled for her faithful mabari and they were off.

He had never seen Isabela as confident as she was as she scaled to the crows nest of her new ship, barking orders and explaining things as well as she could to the several of them who had no clue what they were doing. Under her orders and control, they sailed off into the night. Despite them being at sea for hours nobody had yet slept a wink. That was supposedly what he and Fenris were supposed to be doing, as they had been relieved and sent below decks first (along with Donnic, who was sound asleep in a corner). Whoever had decided to send them together was asking for trouble. Thus far, Anders had merely laid back in a hammock, arms clasped over his stomach as he stared at the ceiling. Fenris had been leaning on the wall by the door, arms crossed and glaring at him for at least an hour now.

With a sigh, Anders pushed himself up, slowly. He did not miss the way Fenris tensed up, no doubt ready to fight him if he attacked. Anders could only laugh, stretching his arms above his head as he tested his sea-legged balance. "Who's the hypocrite now, Fenris?"

"Don't you dare." Fenris growled, his hands curling into fists.

"You fought for mages!" Anders taunted boldly, laughing at the sheer insanity of that statement.

It wasn't a moment later Fenris slammed him back into a wall, his clawed gauntlets fisted into his shirt. "NO. I fought for HER." He snarled in response, his face a mask of rage. "Blowing up the chantry… what in the Maker's name were you THINKING?"

"Careful." Anders said in warning, his eyes flashing blue as Justice stirred.

Fenris made a disgusted noise. "You should take your own advice." He spat back, his lyrium tattoo's lighting up as he, too, channeled a bit of his rage. He used his grip on Anders and twisted around, tossing him across the room. "You can risk your own life as often as you want, I could give a fuck." As Anders regained his balance, Fenris strode towards him, his lyrium ghost crackling in the air around him. "But if you ever - ever - put Hawke's life in such jeopardy again I. Will. End you. No matter how she begs for your pathetic life. Am I in any way making myself unclear, mage?"

"You know… I do believe that's the most you've ever said to me." Anders offered him a lopsided grin, determined to antagonize him in his pre-sleep insanity. He ducked a punch that was poorly aimed in anger, wincing at the sound Fenris's gauntlet made against the wood. "The chantry brought it upon itself." He started his explanation a little late, inching back to his hammock. "It would have sided with the Templars, as always, and every mage in Kirkwall would have been slaughtered, including Merrill, Bethany and myself. I know you don't much care for Merrill or me, but what about Bethany? Hasn't Hawke lost enough family?"

"Don't try and twist this around, Anders." Fenris's eyes flashed predatorily as the mage sank back into his temporary bed. "Hawke has suffered enough and because of your actions, she has been forced to leave her home in flames for a second time. As much as I hope you decide not to stick around, you owe her your life because of your thoughtless actions. I trust you will never forget that." He stormed from the hold, his lyrium ghost fading and the door slamming behind him.

Donnic sat up suddenly at the sound, barely avoiding knocking his head against the wooden beam above him. He glanced around sleepily, looking from Anders to the door. "W'did I miss?"

Anders shook his head, twisting around in his cot and finally slipping into a troubled sleep, Justice (Vengeance?) broiling around inside him like a maelstrom.

A/N: Of course Aveline brought Donnic. Donnic was probably waiting right outside the Gallows to tag along with them because he's a precious baby. Also this didn't end up involving Hawke, oops. She was there in spirit.