YAAAAY! i never expected to upload it so quickly, but that means that it will take some time for the 3rd to come up :3

so heres Hawkes baground (or some of it) i didnt plan on writing it already but, why not :P And Lita is my Warden, im planing on letting him show in this story but there is still some time for that to happen. . . anyways hope you enjoy this chapter :D

Chapter 2 The Truth

Paring: M!HawkeXAnders

Author: freehugsforeverybody

"hmm. . ." Hawke stood outside the Clinic. Behind him stood his companions. Varric, Aveline and Bethany "should I go in to him?" he asked them

"well I still want to know what in the Makers name what is wrong with this man, but I don't know if we should involve us in his business anymore!" Aveline scoffed and crossed her arms, she obviously didn't like Anders.

"I'm curious! Go in!" Varric said enthusiastic, got killed a few times by Aveline's death glares "what! I was asked!"

"I just think we should get out of here! do you know how much trouble we have gotten because of him!" like Aveline, Bethany scoffed towards the door.

"I think I should try to get him to talk" Hawke said and looked at the door again. He was curious and somehow, Anders had seemed in such a pain when they left the Chantry. Of course with how it ended there was a reason to be sad, but what didn't fit to the story was the glowing thing he did. Achilles had lived all his life surrounded by mages and magic. It had been driving his little brother crazy, but Hawke could not see what there was to feel mad about. He had always admired mages for having such a fantastic gift!

Deaf to the voices of his companions he opened the door to the Clinic and found a rather dead looking human sitting in a old sofa.

"so." Anders looked up at Hawke with surprise and then looked back down in the dirt "you probably have a lot to think about, huh?"

"tell me about it" Anders mumbled back.

"can I sit?"

"sure. . ."

There was an awkward silence between them as they were sitting there.

"so." Hawke said loudly and sighed, trying to lift the awkwardness they had entered

"yeah. . ." Anders sighed too

"well I. . . I know it isn't really my business but, uhmm. . ." Hawke was confused, he used to be good with his words, but now they didn't really come out the way he wanted them to. The words were like glued to his throat.

"I know you want to know what happened, but. . Sometimes its probably best to leave it at what you think it is. I mean, the truth often hurts the most, doesn't it?" Anders said with a weak, tiny smile.

"try me." Hawke grinned and puffed his chest forward "who knows, you might get surprised!"

"you don't know what you're asking of me! Its a big problem I have, okay! I mean, I barely know you!" Anders looked at Achilles and sighed "I-I'm sorry. I'm really grateful for what you've done for me, and you'll get my maps, that's what you wanted, right! But my problems are not yours okay so just forget what happened at the Chantry" Hawke stared at him a moment that felt like a decade or two.

". . . I think you need some time off" he said with a warm smile "do you have a back entrance?"

"yeah. . Its over there, leads to the Wounded Coast. Why, whats going on?" Anders asked with a confused frown

"oh, great!" the archer toke the mages hand and dragged him along.

"Hawke! Hawke! ACHILLES!" Anders almost screamed to get this stranger to listen to him. Hawke turned and looked at him "what?"

Anders cursed the innocent face Hawke was making deep down in hell in a sigh and said "Hawke there is hundred of people in Kirkwall who disparately needs my help, I don't have time for this! and where are we going anyway?"

"sorry, if you don't want to, then I wont force you, but that also means that I wont tell you what it is then. That's only fair, so don't give me that look!" Hawke answered with a smirk.

"Hmf! Fine but I. . ." he didn't get a chance to finish it, when Hawke pulled him over some hills, so hard he almost fell. Anders hadn't really been to the Wounded Coast before, only seen it from the back door in the Clinic. He had always wanted to go, though, but he just had so much on his head. . . maybe Hawke was right, maybe he did need some vacation. Just a little.

They arrived to a small meadow. It was partly shadowed by a big old tree. The leafs were swaying in the wind and the place felt peaceful. Anders smiled

I have never seen a place like this before, its beautiful!

That it is. For the mortal world, that is. . .

Ooh don't give me that shit, Justice! I know you like the mortal world, just a little bid.

I guess it could be worse. . . but what I wonder is why this other mortal have brought us here, for what purpose?

"Do you like it?" Hawke asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"yeah, its a nice place. But why would you want to bring me here, I mean, we are strangers to each other"

"sometimes you just gotta go for it, y'know" His smile faded a bid as he turned and sat down, leaning op against the old tree. His hand patted a couple of times in the grass, right next to him, before Anders got the idea and sat down next to him.

"I just figured you may needed to, y'know, get away from it all" his smile faded again and now it seem almost peaceful. Anders couldn't help it and a smile crept onto his face. "And maybe now you trust me a bid more. . . " Hawkes eyes were on the ground the whole time and Anders felt a little guilty, though he didn't understand why.

"how did you find this place? Its wonderful!" he said and looked around, he chose to ignore the last thing Hawke said.

"oh, uhm my mother showed me and Bethany it, the day she gave us a little tour around Kirkwall" Hawke smiled a little brighter now and Anders felt himself relax a bid more.

"she said that it was here her and my father used to meet, to hold their secret meetings" Anders looked at him, confused, so he explained it further.

"uhm, my father was a mage, from the Ferelden Circle. He came to Kirkwall because he was very good, really good actually. Uhm, he was supposed to come and show the mages in Kirkwall just how good you could be at that age, and then go back to Ferelden when the time came. He was invited to some parties were he also should show his magic. And there were a lot of noble families to those parties, and my mothers family was there too, she was from a noble family. Then they met, and agreed to meet here every night and. . . do stuff." a dry laughter came out of his throat "uhm, well, then my mother got pregnant with me, and then they escaped together. From Kirkwall, to Ferelden. They loved each other a great deal, so we settled down in a village, and then I was born. I don't have magic, which was a great relief for my father. He never wanted his children to take that on from him. The Templars came looking for him in the village and every time they did that, we always moved on to the next village. It was tough, but we made it through. Then the twins were born, Bethany showed signs of her being a mage, and father blamed himself for giving her that 'curse'. Which I don't think is a curse, because I love magic. I think that there's nothing more beautiful than a mage, dancing around a battlefield" Anders snorted a bid of that. He never imagined himself to be dancing when he were fighting. It made Hawke seem less tensed and he laughed a bid of it himself.

"yeah, uhm, Carver, my little brother, Bethany's twin. You've never met him, h-he didn't survive the Blight. Well, he hated magic, because my father used all free time he had on training Bethany, and didn't have so much time to him and me. He was jealous of Bethany. Me too, just not because of that. It because she is a mage, she can burn down a whole village if she wanted. O-of course she would never do that, Bethany is the sweetness itself, but, well, you'll never know, right! I think that fireballs are the most hardcore thing in the world, and winter gasp is so beautiful!"

"why are you telling me all of this?"

"didn't you wanna know?"

"I wanted to know what this place was. And how come you know about these spells?"

"at night I used to sneak into our library/living room. Father had a lot of magebooks, I took them and read in them the whole night" Hawke got a distant look on his face while he talked. But Anders couldn't understand how he could just open op to someone he almost just met.

"i just don't understand, I wouldn't tell someone I barely know about my past, just like that. . ."

"maybe that's just it, because I don't know you so well yet, I can tell you this. Only my mother knows, not Bethany or father, when he lived. And mother only knows because she caught me up at night reading. I want you to trust me, I don't tell peoples secrets, unless they said it was okay to say it, but if so, it isn't a secret!"

"fine Ill tell you, only because you've said so much about yourself already." Hawke whispered a quiet "yess!" Anders couldn't help but laugh a bid of how. . . cute it seemed.

"so, you are an abomination?" Hawke said enthusiastic, he looked like a puppy, with big eyes looking op at him, begging.

"you're wrong, but not far wrong" Anders answered. He didn't see him and Justice as a real abomination. Like the ones the Circle had been fighting with.

What!

Don't you remember Lita telling us about it? Him, the king, Wynne, that magewoman we met in Amaranthine and some qunari . He told us they saved the tower from the Right of Annulment.

Yes, yes I remember now!

"uhm, this is hard to explain. When I was in Amaranthine, I met a spirit of Justice from the Fade. He was traped out in the mortal world in a body that 'belonged' to the Grey Wardens. So he remained in that body to give justice to those creatures that killed him, the Darkspawn, because he promised it to the dead mans wife. We became friends, but as time went by he began not being able to stay in the body, so I offered to help him. He saw what injustice the mages suffer and we were going to work together to help them. But the moment he changed body, from Kristoff to mine, he. . . changed personality. Now when I see Templars, things that had always outraged me. He comes out and he is now a force of vengeance, not Justice like he used to"

there was a silence after he was done. It wasn't unpleasant, it would be, but Hawke seemed to be working over what to say. Like slightly confused and overwhelmed at the same time.