Alright…so…yeah, I got nothing to say, really. You'll see at the end of the chapter. Next one coming soon!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything about this game. I only own Kit and Mulisha.

Warnings: Nothing really, just a curse word and a very, very, very minor battle scene a sentence long.

/.: Meh :.\

"I know I'm not supposed to be complaining much since I'm an elf but…My feet hurt!" Mulisha snickered as she leaned against a stone wall by the Gallows, Captain Ewald in sight.

"Well, you can stay here and rest. I'll go have a talk to Captain Ewald," Vincent murmured, patting her head. "Yes, leave the helpless elf." Carver chuckled, earning himself a kick in the shins by her. "Dude, why pick on me?" she scowled as she ran after Vincent.

"Carver, at least try to be nice!" Leandra scolded, "Yes, she is the person who saved Mother's life!" Bethany glared before going after Mulisha, Vincent and Kit, Leandra rushing after them. "Yes, Carver. She's half your size." Cassiel mocked, grinning at him as they went over.

Only to see Kit laughing, "Even in the face of death- well, in the face of little Hawke, my elf is still feisty!" he snickered. "Yes, I was so terrified for my life." Mulisha said dryly. "You want me to pack you the rest of the way?" Kit grinned at her. "Dude, we're only five feet from him."

"Just asking…"

"Let us through, you flaming blighter! We're not staying in this pit!" a brunette male shouted, a group of men behind him. "Then get back on your ship and leave. Kirkwall has no more room for refugee's." Captain Ewald sighed. "But the ships are already gone! We paid good coin to get here!" another man shouted. "You and half of Ferelden, there's nothing I can do! The city is full!" he insisted.

"But surely there's a bit of extra room for the pretty people?" Cassiel grinned. "I find keeping my neck away from Knight-Commander's blade a far more attractive idea then any of you," Ewald said dryly, "We've been letting you Fereldens in for months. You're too late, there's no more room." he added.

"But we have family here! Isn't that enough?" Bethany asked. "I've heard claims like that a thousand times. Trust me." he sighed, "We'll find ships to take you all back to Ferelden-eventually. Until then, you can stay here."

"Their uncles Gamlen Amell! He should know they're coming, at least. Surely someone can find him for them," Mulisha said as she pushed her way to stand beside Vincent. "Gamlen…I know that name," Ewald said thoughtfully. "He's a nobleman here in the city. Our family has an estate!" Bethany sniffed. "A nobleman?" Ewald laughed. "The only Gamlen I know is a weasel who couldn't rub two coppers together."

"If he comes back, I'll bring you to him," he sighed at Leandra and Bethany's dejected looks. "But I don't have time to-"

"What? You're just going to let them in?" the leader shouted. "I didn't say anything about-"

"We're been here for four days!" another sneered, "They just got here!"

"That's it! We're carving our way out of here! Men!"

"Thunderhumping mother fuckers!" Mulisha cursed as they all drew their weapons.

Running into the fray, the mages stayed a distance away as swords, daggers and shields clanged together. Blood dripping to the ground as Mulisha thrust her dagger into a mans neck, Kit swinging around in a circle and slicing four men in half. Vincent and Bethany casting a fire and ice spell. Carver smashing the frozen people into pieces as Cassiel and Aveline polished off the ones closest to Leandra.

"Unbelievable!" Ewald laughed as Mulisha severed the leader's head from his body. "Captain!" the guardsman from before shouted as he ran toward them. "Are you alright?" he panted. "I am, no thanks to you," he scoffed, "Where is everyone? Go find them, I want this kept under control!" he ordered. "You have my thanks, though." he said as he turned to face them. "Meh, it was no problem." Mulisha waved her right hand in the air after cleaning off her blades with a cloth found on the bodies.

"What she said," Kit chuckled.

/.: Three Days Later :.\

Kit sighed as he cracked his neck, leaning against the wall beside Bethany and Mulisha, Vincent on the other side. Carver was gazing out at the ocean boredly as Aveline paced and Leandra nervously wringed her hands.

"Its been three days! The waiting has to end." Aveline finally sighed. "I'm sure it won't be much longer! Gamlen must still be looking for us!" Leandra insisted, sniffing. "And if he's not?" Aveline scoffed. "Hey now, we have no idea if he's looking or not looking for us! And it does us no good to argue about it!" Mulisha said as she got up and put a hand on Leandra's arm.

Kit just shrugged and looked off in disinterest. "There always has to be a bright side with you, elf." Mulisha grinned at him. "If no one wants to see a bright side though, then why not show it to them?" she laughed. "I guess you're right," Kit chuckled. "At least you haven't seen a frowny face on me yet," making Bethany, Cassiel and Mulisha chuckle.

"Hold on, I think someone's coming!" Carver and Vincent said, turning toward the entrance to Kirkwall as an old man with grey haired walked out. "Leandra!" he cried out as he spotted them, "Damn, girl. The years haven't been kind to you." he laughed as they embraced. "Gamlen!"

"Let me say up front though, I wasn't expecting this. The Blight, your husband dead…I'd, uh, figured you'd pretty much be Ferelden for life."

"Oh, Gamlen." Leandra sniffed, tears trailing from her eyes. "It was so horrible. We almost lost Bethany." she buried her face in his chest. "Ah, Leandra…I don't think I can do anything…"

"But what about Mother?" Vincent frowned, "Can you get her in, at least?" Bethany added in. "No!" Leandra said fiercely, "We stay together!"

Gamlen sighed, "I was hoping to grease some palms. But the Knight-Commander's been cracking down. We're gonna need more grease." Leandra frowned at him, "But what about the estate? Surely Father left something behind when he died!" she looked so down that Cassiel wrapped an arm around her and Mulisha patted her arm. "Right…" Gamlen suddenly looked nervous, "About the estate…we, uh…it's gone. To settle a debt, I've been…meaning to write to you." he fidgeted.

"Then there's no hope!" Leandra cried. "Not, not quite! I know some people who might help! If you're…if you're not to delicate about the company you keep, that is…"

Vincent sighed, "Well, out with it. What do you have in mind?" Cassiel scowled. "I talked to my contacts and I found some people who might be willing to pay your way into the city, "Gamlen said, "The catch is you have to work off a debt, for a year."

"A year?" Leandra sounded shocked. "it's the best I can do! Honestly!"

"Trust me, when I say a bunch of refugee's won't get a better option anywhere else."

Cassiel laughed, "I'm sure we'll be free and clear before we know it!" Earning herself an amused look from Mulisha. "I managed to convince my contacts to come to the Gallows to meet you personally." Gamlen said. "Meeran heads up the mercenary company, the Red Irons. They're looking for recruits."

"Athenril…I guess you might call her a smuggler." Gamlen fidgeted under Vincent's intense gaze, "Either one of them can help you. All you need to do is find them in the courtyard and convince them you're worth the trouble."

Seeing Vincent opening his mouth to ask a question, Mulisha tugged on his arm. "Vinny, I…uh, need to talk to you for a moment." Giving her a confused look, Mulisha tugged him away from the group and behind a pillar. "Um…okay, so we weren't as truthful as we were supposed to be but…you don't need to ask Gamlen who Meeran and Athenril is."

Vincent narrowed his eyes at her, "And why is that?" he asked cautiously, taking a step back from her. "Well…feel free to call me crazy but I'm kinda the Goddess of your world, I suppose." Mulisha laughed nervously. "Goddess?" Vincent gave her a deadpan look. "Alright, so, in my world. You're just characters I can control, in a game I like to play. It's called Dragon Age 2 and, well…you and Cassiel are the main characters."

"And I should believe you're not crazy because?" there was a little fireball in his palm, making Mulisha glup. "Well…you're father escaped from here and ran away with your mother to Ferelden, having you and your siblings. He's also the one to teach you and Bethany how to control and cast magic. And always had to move, running from Templars whenever they took notice of you."

Mulisha took a deep breath, "I also know that Athenril deals in everything but slavery and she never runs on Thieves Guild ground, and that she's the lesser of two evils. Also, you'll have to convince that Merchant over there to give you the money he owes her if you decide to side with the smugglers."

"Meeran, on the other hand, wants you to kill some nobleman for warning another noble that the Red Irons want him dead. And I also know that Gamlen told them both that you and Bethany were mages." Mulisha shrugged helplessly as Vincent eyed her.

"Vinny!" Cassiel cried out as she glomped him. "We talked to Athenril and Meeran. Meeran wants us to kill some nobleman and Athenril wants us to take the money that merchant-" she pointed over to a merchant in a yellow and red tunic, "because he owes her!"

"…So you're not crazy. But how can I trust you now?" Vincent asked, clutching Cassiel closer to him. "You don't have to trust me, if you don't want to. I'm just saying I know what's going to happen in the years to come." Mulisha sighed. "What are you talking about over here?" Carver scowled, "She claims she's a Goddess." Vincent siad dryly. "Oh no, I didn't mean that. I meant I'm like a Goddess. When you think about it, it's kinda true but anyways, I meant…well."

"She means you're the people we created in a game. You-" Kit pointed at Vincent. "Are my male mage named Vincent Hawke. And you're sister Cassiel is Mulisha's female rogue."

"Abomination!" Carver growled, grabbing his sword. "Dude, we are not abominations. Even if we were, don't you think we would have killed you already?" Mulisha raised an eyebrow at him. "Now, we-" she gestured to her and Kit. "Are from a different universe where none of this-" this time she gestured to all around them, "Is not real and only a part of a game by a company named Bioware."

Carver looked confused as Cassiel grabbed a shocked Bethany. Vincent licking his lips as he eyed them. "That's true…still, did you know about Flemeth?"

"Oh yeah, we also knew that one of you're siblings had to die too. It's at the beginning of the game. If you're a mage, Bethany dies by the Orge. If you're a warrior or rogue, then it's Carver. Funny how it's two older Hawke's rather then just one though." Mulisha mused. "You…you mean one of us had to die?" Bethany almost shrieked. "Well…yes. Although we're actually lucky that you didn't."

"All craziness aside, I'm going with Meeran!" Cassiel grinned. "You're not…weirded out or anything?" Mulisha eyed Cassiel. "Why should I be? I mean, surely you would have killed us or something if you were evil. And you can be a great help! Just think about it, we'll know what's after us before they even know we know!" she added excitedly. "Oh please, Vinny, can we keep them?" Cassiel turned pleading eyes up to him.

"I…well…" Vincent took a deep breath as he thought over the pros and cons. "Yes, but we have to keep it a secret. Everyone will think us crazy if word got out."

"Yay!" Mulisha grinned, refraning from hugging him.

"Alright, so who's on team Smuggler and who's team Assassin?"

"Oh, I already said Assassin," Cassiel snickered. "I'm going with Cassiel, on this one. I like the way he talks,"

"Smuggler, it seems the lesser of good evils." Bethany said. "Well, me and Kit are all for team Smuggler. I suppose Aveline would be for team Smuggler, too, right?" Mulisha shrugged. "Did I miss anything?" Speak of the devil. "Oh, yes. You missed a lot. Apparently, Mulisha and Kit are from another world!" Cassiel laughed.

"What?" Aveline stood stock still before turning a glare on them. "We come in peace! Honest!" Mulisha held her hands up in surrender. "Aveline, they're coming with us." Vincent said. "Are you sure that's wise, Hawke?"

"No, but it's better if we keep them with us, they do have no where else to go."

"How did you get here, anyways?" Bethany asked curiously as Aveline and Vincent argued in harsh whispers. "I have absolutely no idea. One minute we were in our house having breakfast, the next. We're surrounded by darkspawn and you guys came running to our rescue." Mulisha shrugged as Kit wandered off. "Oh…" Bethany looked so sad for her, Mulisha chuckled and squeezed her arm softly. "No worries, Beth. I had always wondered if it was possible."

"Oh, will you tell us stories of your world?" Bethany asked breathlessly, "I over heard you and Kit talking about something called…Star Wars and it sounded fascinating." she giggled. "Oh, sure!" Mulisha grinned. "So…I got the money." Kit said lazily. "What money?" Mulisha and Bethany gave him a confused look. "For Athenril," he gave them a 'duh' look. "Oh…well…we should go give it to her then."

/.: Meh :.\

So…I'm not satisfied with this. Vincent gave in to easily but hey, it's a chapter! Oh, and the reason why Cassiel is as she is, is because she's bipolar. You can see that, can't you? And a little crazy…but Vincent is the reasonable one, the one that doesn't trust as easily. But he gives into his siblings far to easily, so he's kinda a push over for his friends and family.

And yes, this was an idea of mine and it was supposed to be an epic argument but it turned into…well, this! And yes, there is absolutely no heart, soul and emotion in the story. BIOWARE IS EVIL!

Anyways…Next chapter will most likely be better, I hope…

Meh, bitch at me in you're reviews, will you?