Evil Unknown.

Chapter Six: Complicated

I am never drinking again.

Wait...where am I? A bed...at that Inn? Yes. We went to the Inn and found Anders. But...wait. Wait. Did I ever make it to my room?

Alistair went to bed but I stayed to talk to Anders. But...then what?

I...oh he's next to me.

I really need to stop drinking.

Am I naked?

Not naked...but this isn't the amount of clothing I came into this room with.

Oh...Maker.

Anders eyes slowly opened at the slight movement from Hawke, as she checked to see her level of dress. A relaxed smile spread across his features as he studied her slightly.

"Good morning."

"Hey..." she smiled back, before her expression wavered, "We didn't...?"

"Hmm? Oh - no. No, we did not," Anders assured her, "I mean...you tried...a little..."

"I...what?"

Anders winced, "You...know how you get when you've had a bit too much to drink..."

"So I was-?"

"Pinning me to the bed at one point, yes."

"Maker's breath - I'm never drinking again."

Anders laughed under his breath and shook his head, "That's what you said after the nug incident."

"We don't talk about that."

"Isabela still does," he smirked, shortly before yawning and stretching.

"You've...seen Isabela?"

"We've run into each other a few times..."

Hawke narrowed her eyes as Anders folded his arms behind his head - eyes focused on the ceiling.

"How is she?"

"Very much the same."

"So...sexually harassed at least three people in the room - including yourself - and used her massive breasts to get you both free drinks?"

"Actually yes. That about sums it up."

Hawke laughed under her breath, as a knock came from the door - causing the large piece of wood to swing towards them.

"Sorry I was just knocking and it fell-"

Alistair froze in place, staring at the two in bed - his face turning a lovely shade of pink.

"I...I'm...I'll be in my room," he stammered, as he backed into the wall behind him, before he disappeared down the hall.

"That...was awkward."

"Hawke..." Anders pushed himself up onto his elbows, before fully sitting up, "Does Alistair not know that we were together for several years?"

"He...never asked."

Anders laughed under his breath, as he shook his head, "I'm almost afraid to see his reaction if something was actually happening in this room."

"Considering his last reaction was from two people in the same bed and nothing more...I'd imagine that he'd just hit the floor."

"Like if I was doing something like..." Anders rolled himself on top of Hawke, "This...or..." he propped himself up on his elbows, pressing himself against the Champion, "This."

A smile spread across his features, as the woman under him studied him.

"I can feel that you've been waiting for an opportunity to do that since you woke up," Hawke commented wiggling her hips slightly - causing Anders' eyes to widen slightly at the sensation.

"Well...it is morning," Anders shrugged, leaning his face closer to Hawke's, "You know how that goes," he smiled, his lips parting slightly as he started to close the remaining space between them.

Hawke frowned, "Anders," she stated a bit coldly - moving her face at the last moment, so his kiss fell to the right of her chin instead of her mouth, "I...we really should get going and not leave Alistair waiting," she quickly explained, sliding out from under the mage. Anders remained posed in the same position - his eyes glued to where Hawke had been only moment ago.

As the rogue quickly slid on her clothing and filled a small bowl with water that had been sitting in a pitcher, Anders watched her - slowly changing into his attire. His eyes danced around Hawke as she threw water on her face and shook her head.

"Can I come with you?"

Hawke froze - droplets of water falling from her pale face, back into the basin.

"I can help. You know I'm a damn good healer and mage. A warrior and rogue can only get so far."

"I need to talk to Alistair about it."

Both remained still for a moment, before Anders approached Hawke - offering her a towel for her face.

"What is it?" he asked, as she accepted the towel.

"That is a towel Anders. It's used for drying things."

"No - I mean what's wrong."

"I can easily ask the same thing of you," she dropped her brows - her tone filling with a bit more tension.

"Hawke...you do remember something from last night, yes?"

Lowering the towel to her side, the rogue leaned her back against the table with the basin - studying Anders.

"I...remember wanting to talk to you."

"Do you remember what we talked about?"

"That..." Hawke's eyes dropped to the ground, as she straightened part of her clothing, "We missed each other."

"And after that?"

"I hugged you."

Anders licked his lips in discomfort, before scratching his neck, "That's...the last thing you remember, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

A smile tugged at Hawke's lips, "Did I miss something good?"

"It seems inappropriate to speak of it, if you don't remember."

"Oh...now you're just teasing me. Tell me, Anders."

"Let's see if I can trigger the memory...'Does Justice get aroused?'"

Hawke rolled in her lips, fighting a slight redness that began to swell over her cheeks.

"Ha! You remember!"

"I...Maker. I'm sorry Anders. You give me a lot of...weird feelings."

"Is that what we're calling it now?"

"I miss your companionship and weird little obsession over cats. But it was also the most stressful relationship I've ever been in."

Anders lowered his brows - a hurt expression sliding across his features, "What?"

"I flirted with you once, and you gave this grand speech how being with you is going to be not easy and a huge risk...and blah blah blah. But I continued anyway. Then you would randomly separate yourself from me 'for my own safety'. Again. I continued anyway. But Anders...this wasn't occasional. This was constant. When you blew up the Chantry...I just...I can't, Anders. I can't."

"I..." the mage's eyes dropped to the ground.

Hawke took a step forward and placed a kiss on his forehead, before exiting the room.

Alistair stood in the hall - his cheeks flushing at the sight of Hawke.

"I'm sorry - I didn't mean to-"

"Ready?"

"I...yeah."

"We should get moving."

"Where's Anders?"

"He's not coming."

AN: This took longer than it should. Sorry again. Also random head-canon that Hawke is a really calm drunk, but gets naked easily. Yeah. This chapter gave me emotions. Perhaps if everyone is nice, I'll have a flashback on what happened between Hawke and Anders at some point. Or make it a bonus chapter. Yes.

Rated M for: language, sexual situations, violence, and so I can have freedom without fear of scarring a teen for life.

Oh – and I don't own anything ever.