Sten/Leliana
Yes by Coldplay
When it started we had high hopes;
now my back's on the line, my back's on the ropes...
When it started we were alright,
but night makes a fool of us in daylight.
The battle was neverending. Sten was coated in darkspawn blood, the smell never failed to make his stomach turn. His asala weighed heavy in his hands. And still they came.
Leliana hung back, arrows flying. Scattershot giving him a moment of rest to catch his breath. Zevran had already been cut down. Wynne was doing her best to keep them alive, and was nearing the end of her potion stores.
Sten looked back and saw Leliana attacked by a shriek. The blood on her mouth was bright red, not black. He knew it was hers. His heart plummeted.
The thought of the delicate girl torn to shreds by these vile creatures enraged him. Her happy songs and gentle teasing had eased his tormented soul. She had to live! Who would braid his hair if she died?
He went into a berserker rage, cutting through the darkspawn like butter. Leliana lay beneath him, struggling to breathe.
The horde retreated, something was happening on the tower the Wardens had run off to, Sten wasn't paying attention. He held Leliana's head up enough to pour some healing potions into her mouth. She coughed and swallowed, and the color began to return to her cheeks. Sten smiled, as much as he ever did anyway.
Leliana blinked. "What?"
"You should be not speak. You were gravely wounded."
"Thank you for protecting me." She smiled faintly. "I always knew you were a softie."