Summary: Marian and Fenris just gotten married leaving Anders with a broken heart. He soon met another Hawke…but this Hawke was from a thousand years in the future. OCFHAWKE/Anders. Marian/Fenris.

A/N: Yay, I'm updating once more. Thank you for the reviews, and here is another chapter. This is sort of a filler. I do not and will not own Dragon Age. I just own my Annabelle.


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The next few days Anders let Annabelle stayed in his clinic with him till he find out what to do next with her. Justice often voiced his disapproval about this, but what can Anders do? Throw this girl on her ass in Darktown and let her fend for herself? No, his morale wouldn't let that happened. One good thing of having her there with him. She asked if she could help around the clinic a bit, and he agreed. The work load lessened when she was there with him helping curing his patients. Annabelle doesn't have magic to help her heal or the knowledge of potions and herbs to help. She however have basic knowledge on how to diagnosed. Which came in handy at times. Things seemed to be peaceful until the door to his clinic slammed opened with a loud bang startling many of his patients. Anders gave a reassuring smile to them saying there was nothing wrong, as he deal with this visitor. Annabelle was in the back rearranging their supplies.

"Fenris, not as hard." Marian Hawke chaste her husband with a scowl. Marian reached for his hand and held it within hers softly, rubbing circles back of his palm and the elf seemed to calm down a bit. Anders heart ping strongly against his chest as he fought the urge to runaway. He gave them a false smile.

"Elf, you startled half of my patients."

Fenris rolled his eyes.

"Shut it mage, we're actually here for the other one."

Anders blinked back the surprised on his face.

"What do you mean your here for Annabelle?" Anders asked, and his Marian touched his shoulder with her free hand. She wore her usual armor. She gave Anders a small smile. He shrugged her touch off his shoulders feeling the fabric burning to his skin.

"You mentioned that she said she was a Hawke in your letter, it would make sense that she come live with us. Her family." Marian spoke softly, something within her voice hidden her real intentions.

"I'm against this, but Marian insisted." Fenris added his two coppers. Something in Anders almost snapped and he felt mostly confused on why he felt this protective over someone he barely even knew.

"It's her choice, not mine, Hawke."

Hawke eyes narrowed at the unsuccessful attempt of getting Anders to agree with her.

"You know she can be dangerous if she stay here...close to you and your patients." She said quietly, spotted the dark brown haired girl in the back moving bottles and bandages around on the table.

He felt confused.

Why was she this strongly against her staying with him?

"She been working around my patients for a few days all day and night. I doubt she would hurt any one of them now."

Get rid of the girl now, give her to them. They wouldn't hurt her. She will be safe and away from causing us a distraction. Justice voice bloomed in his head and Anders gasped in pain. He rubbed his forehead and of course Justice would always step in.

"Like I said, it's her choice." He almost gasped out, before calling Annabelle. Annabelle stopped working and glancing at her friend and the only person she came to know over the last few days.

Annabelle saw that he was with a strange group of people. They were armed! She then glance at Anders and he seemed to be in pain for a bit and this made her a bit mad and scared.

She walked nervously to them. The man with pointy ears with white haired gripped the hilt of his greatsword on his back. This almost made her back away from him,but something about them seemed so familiar. The woman didn't reach for her weapons but she looked a lot more skilled than the white haired man.

"Yes?" Annabelle answered Anders nervously.

Anders motioned to Hawke.

"You said your surname is Hawke right, Annabelle?"

She nodded.

"Then she may be one of your relatives. This is Marian Hawke and the elf next to her is Fenris." Anders painfully introduced.

Fear and shock ran deep within her.

Hawke?

The famous Hawke?

Her great aunt?

Annabelle stared into the eyes of one Marian Hawke.

"She wants to know if you rather stay with her than be here with me."
"Move with her?"

Anders nodded.

Annabelle shook her head violently suddenly, no she didn't want to stay with Marian. She almost felt herself tear up...if she were to go and she found herself away back to her time it will hurt her the most to leave this all behind.

"I want to stay here...My place is here. I'm sorry Serrah Hawke." Annabelle refused Hawke's offer.

Anders stared at the dark-haired beauty surprised.

"Are you sure?"

Annabelle nodded her head.

"My father told me about my relatives in Ferelden, but I do not wish to live with them if I have found a place more suited for me already." She told him with a smile. His chest warmed up at her words.

"I have to get back to work, thank you for the offer." Annabelle smiled, before walking back to the storage room leaving a smiling Anders behind.

"Don't take it wrong, Hawke. She barely know anyone here in Kirkwall and find it hard to trust people she doesn't know."

Marian huffed.

"But she clearly trusts you." Her sentence silence him. Yes it was true that she trusts him and now over her so claimed flesh and blood. Marian smirked evilly, to her friend.

"I take it that she doesn't know your blue-eyed glowing friend?"

Anders sweated,

"I wonder what will happen when I tell her about him? Will she still trust and follow you like a lost puppy?"

His heart ran cold.

He looked at his Hawke in shock.

This was the first time he actually saw this side to her. A lump formed in his throat.

"Get out." It hurt his heart when he told her this.

She smiled evilly to him before turning back to her husband.

"Let's go, we come back later when he's in a better mood."