A/N: What? Did you expect me to call her 'she' all the time? For the sake of privacy, proper nouns are lies. ;) Except, you know, the obvious ones.

This was no dream. She was certain about that. For one thing, these two were more interested in each other than anything else, and she would never dream that up for herself. For another, she was freezing outside of her covers; not wearing pants would do that. Despite knowing that somehow this was her reality, though, she still did the stupid thing.

She tried to break up the fight.

"Hey!" she cried, planting her feet on the carpet. A little louder, she repeated, "Hey! How did you two-?"

At that point, she had reached the wrestlers, and the shorter man had successfully punched the blonde one in the jaw. So, when she reached out a hand to the elf's shoulder, he twisted around with a snarl and pushed her to the ground, left hand on her throat. Her phone flew out of her hand and landed face-up on the carpet, making the warrior the only light source in the room. As she lay there, gasping, she saw him raise a glowing fist, and she knew what would happen next. Who would have guessed she would die like this?

"Fenris, wait! This is a child's room!"

'A child?!' Her eyes bugged out in indignation, and she flailed against the elf to find the blonde mage and glare daggers at him. "Screw you, blondie, I'm no child!" she wheezed.

Yes, she had her own artwork plastering her walls, and her childhood toys lay upon her bed, but that did not make her childish. She was sentimental!

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. The blonde man stood up in a defensive stance and reached down for his staff, which was dropped in the tussle. Meanwhile, the elf, still with his hand around her throat, lifted the young woman into a sitting position and slipped behind her, using her body as a shield. She fruitlessly pulled at the gauntlets, trying hard not to think about the fact that she was just basically pulled into his lap.

"Anna?" A young man's voice spoke, muffled by the wood. "Did you hear that?"

"Don't you dare come in!" she shrieked, still pulling at the elf's arms.

"Okay, okay, geez! But you did hear that, right?"

Anna glanced at the men in her room. The mage looked back at her warily, and the warrior's grip on her tightened. "Yeah, don't worry about it," she called out to her visitor. "It's probably from upstairs."

"Alright." Soon, heavy footsteps faded away, and the man standing breathed out a sigh of relief as the other one relaxed.

She used that moment to throw his arm away from her and roll away. "Okay, first thing I'm gonna do is turn on the light. Then I'm gonna get some pants on. And then, you're gonna tell me how you two got in my room!"

"Who are you?" The taller man demanded to know.

Anna ignored him, and walked over to the switch, snapping it up. Immediately, the LED bulb filled the room with its glow and she saw her two unexpected guests in detail.

"Mage," the white-haired elf growled.

Yep. They were exactly who she thought they were. But how were two video game characters pulled into her room? Or her universe?

In the light, she was suddenly very self-conscious of the fact that she only wore a shirt and a pair of underwear. Perhaps she should have turned the lights on afterwards. Blushing furiously, she practically leapt to her dresser and knelt down to yank open the bottom drawer, grabbing the first pair of pants she saw.

As she pulled them on, her eye noticed something unseemly in the mirror.

"Oh, good going, Grabby!" she cried angrily, baring her throat to her reflection. A very ugly and noticeable bruise was already starting to form, in the very obvious shape of a hand. "Chikushou, I'm gonna need a scarf to cover this, and it was just starting to warm up! Sheep!"

In the back of her mind, a little voice told her that it would probably be in her best interest to not antagonize the very scary warrior elf with the reputation of ripping people's hearts out. And that's when it hit her. Truly hit her.

'Holy. Hot. Shit. I've got Anders. And Fenris. In my room. What the fudgesicles?!'

Slowly she turned to face them. They stared back at her, as if just as unsure how to handle the situation. Her eyes darted between the two of them for what felt like forever. Finally, she glanced at the time.

"Two in the morning?!" she cried. "Nicholas, what are you even doing up?"

She stood up, and immediately Fenris rose into a defensive stance, reaching for the greatsword that had landed near the bed.

"Ah, no!" Anna snapped, noticing what he was grabbing. "No way are you going to start swinging that in here! I don't want to explain gouge marks to my landlord!" She raised a hand to her head, and sighed in frustration. "Well, there's no way I'm going back to sleep, now," she muttered to herself. She looked back up. "Okay. I'm gonna get out of here and make some coffee. You two wanna join me? Maybe we can figure out what happened. Just, not in my bedroom."

Anders and Fenris glanced at each other, and both put their weapons back onto their backs.

"Lead the way," Anders offered, slowly.

Anna shrugged before opening her closet, hiding the bloodied panel behind its cleaner partner. She pulled out a cream-colored robe and slipped it on before opening her door.

WWW

Fenris followed the female mage with absolute distrust. Stepping out of the room, he saw two doors to his right, one opening to a tiny bathing room, but the other was shut. Across from the closed door was an alcove with a mirror and a sink. There were splatters of what suspiciously looked like blood on the white porcelain. There was a single door at the end of the hallway to their left, and it was through this one that the woman led them.

He did not know what to think of her. She was clearly a mage; how else could she light the room? He saw blue eyes flash angrily at him earlier, but she still had yet to attack either of them. Or heal the bruise on her neck. Did she think that he would feel guilty if she paraded it about? She was sorely mistaken. He studied this new threat. She was nearly the same height as he, due to her long legs, with dirt brown hair chopped slightly below her jaw. He recalled the feel of her arms as she attempted to push him off; she was weak. Even the Dalish witch would be able to cream her in a no-magic battle. Yet still, she dared to challenge two men? Only the arrogance of a mage would have stood for that.

As she walked past the door frame, she called out, "Nick, I lied. It came from my room. And why are you still up?"

"What the hell?"

They entered a rather pitiful front room, where a young man - presumably the one who had knocked earlier - was sitting on a sofa in front of a large box, which illuminated his pale features. He scrambled to his feet, revealing his short stature; he seemed to be just under a hand shorter than his live-in partner. His hair was a lighter brown, and he bore a rather scraggly beard on his chin and lower jaw. Grey eyes were wide underneath bushy eyebrows.

"Anna, what did you do?" he gasped.

The female mage scoffed in indignation. "What makes you think I had anything to do with this?" She stomped into the smallest and most crowded hallway Fenris had seen. There were many strange gadgets on the counters, and as she fumbled with a glass pot, he found himself itching to take out his sword again. If anything to protect him from the strange magicks she might use.

"You two can sit over there, if you want. I'd offer the couch, but as you can see, it's occupied." The mage pointed a little ahead of her, where a table surrounded by five chairs stood. Anders walked past her with a sense of purpose, and took the seat on the left of the single chair. Fenris followed more cautiously, and took the chair opposite him, closest to the glass door in the front room. The mage poured brown dust into the contraption that had held the pot.

"No, Anna, really." The young man stepped into the kitchen, staring at the two of them. "What the fuck did you do?" The female sent him a sharp glare, and elbowed him in the arm. He impatiently pushed it aside. "What else would I say? Look at them! Did you hire cosplayers?"

"Yeah, that's it, Nick," she replied, rolling her eyes. "At two freakin' o'clock in the morning, I had two strangers dress up just for me. And I paid them extra to surprise me with an impromptu wrestling match in my room!"

"What is going on?" the man nearly yelled.

"Keep your voice down! And damned if I know!" she retorted, jabbing at something with her finger. She turned around to face them, her eyes practically sparking with frustration. "All righty then. You two. You are at 2 Pine Street, Unit number 284, San Francisco, California, in the United States of America, North America, on Earth, in the Solar System of the Milky Way." She took a deep breath. "How the hell did you two get here?"

The two men shared a glance. The abomination opened his mouth to answer her, but Fenris interrupted.

"Tell them nothing."

Anders shot him a glare. "Did you recognize the names she mentioned? Do you have any idea where in Thedas we are?" he challenged. "Telling the truth might be our only chance of returning home."

"It is none of their concern," Fenris growled.

"Wrong," the female contradicted, stepping forward and pulling out the chair at the head of the table. "It is very much our concern, because it led you to my room! And there's no chance of us helping you get back if you don't tell us anything. Also, trust me when I say, you don't want to go out there with what you know. If I didn't witness it, I'd probably blow you off. And if others hear about it, they'll call the cops, the guards, on you. And I should mention, we're directly across the-" She was cut off by a loud gurgling from the room behind them. Fenris quickly stood, hand reaching for his hilt, throwing his chair back with a clatter.

"Dude!" she cried angrily. "Careful with these, they're old!"

"What demon have you unleashed?" Fenris demanded.

She stared at him in confusion. "What? There's no… That's the coffee-maker, not a demon. I'm not even a mage, I couldn't call one if I tried."

Not a mage? She dared to deny it? "You would lie to our faces?" the elf nearly roared.

"If you could keep your voice down, please! I'd rather not have the neighbors pounding on our door." She stood up and walked into the kitchen, pulling out a rather small tankard from a cupboard. "You guys want any?"

"No."

"Thank you, but no," Anders refused much more politely.

"Fine, more for me."

The glass pot was half-filled with a dark brown liquid, now. It seemed to be similar to a miniscule distillery. Fenris' scowl must have deepened, however, because the woman rolled her eyes with a scoff.

"Oh, for the love of… It's not magic, it's just electricity."

She opened the giant metal box in the corner, and pulled out a small bottle from inside. She poured some of its contents into her tankard, before grabbing a spoon from a drawer and stirring her mixture. She returned to her seat, and inhaled her brew before taking a sip.

"Much better," she sighed, lowering her mug. "So, in case you haven't guessed it, I'm Anna. That's my brother, Nick," she nodded her head back behind her, and the young man dipped his head tersely in greeting. "We have another one living with us, too, but not much'll wake him. You'll have to meet him later."

"I'm Anders," the male mage supplied. "And this is-"

"I'll keep my name my own," Fenris cut in. He refused to trust this mage, or her brother. Who was to say they were where she said? How were they to know this was no trick? He would not give her power over him by handing her his name. Even if it was not his true name.

"Very well, Grabby it is," the woman said, gingerly rubbing her throat. Her brother finally noticed the dark bruise.

"What the! Did he do that?" he cried, throwing Fenris a venomous look. "What happened in there?"

"I snuck up on him, Nick. Take a wild guess on what happened next. I'm lucky that I…" She let her sentence trail off into nothing, and she suddenly looked rather guilty.

"If you'd like," Anders began slowly, "I could do something for that."

She blinked at him and Fenris saw her stiffen ever so slightly as the abomination reached for her neck. The brother looked on ...eagerly? The mage gently prodded the woman's neck. Something surprised him, but he hid it so well; Fenris suspected that he only noticed due to his years of knowing the mage. He covered it with a smile, and reached for his pouch, pulling out an elf root potion.

"Take just a sip of this," he ordered, "and it should cause the bruise to fade."

The woman cautiously took the vial from him, staring at it in mild curiosity. "What does it taste like?"

"Sunshine and puppies," he stated.

Her eyebrows rose. "Eat a lot of puppies, then?" she asked, mouth twitching up.

She unstoppered the vial, and slowly raised it to her lips. Behind her, her brother sagged in disappointment. What was he expecting? Fenris narrowed his eyes at him; not that anyone would have noticed, as focused as they were on the girl with the vial.

"Ugh, that is vile!" the woman cried, leaning away from the potion, as if that would remove the taste. "How does that taste like sunshine?"

"And that is why I don't eat many puppies," the abomination laughed as he retrieved his bottle. "But it seems to have worked." He pointed towards her neck. Before their eyes, Fenris' handprint slowly shrank away.

The woman starting downing her drink, clearly desperate to clean her mouth. After a few gulps, she placed her tankard on the table. "Thank you, Anders," she said.

"Anna?" the brother suddenly said. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

Her brow twitched down into a tiny frown, before turning back to her two guests. "I'll be back," she promised.

She followed her brother down the hall from whence they came.

"We need to get out of here," Fenris immediately said, placing his hands on the tablecloth.

"I agree," Anders replied. "But I think it is in our best interest to stay close to… Serah Anna."

"Yes, you would support your own kind, wouldn't you?" Fenris sneered.

Anders gave him a level look. "I don't believe she is a mage. In fact, I'm not certain magic exists in this world."

"What a world would that be."

"Fenris. I can't feel the Fade."