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Okay, I think (with the way I'm typing) I'll make this story maaaaaaybe 30 chapters, depending on reviews and the inevitable writer's block. Until then, please enjoy my 10th chapter. :3

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Varric

Oh boy. This was too good. He could hardly keep up with all his mental notes. The Broody elf had come into his suit, admitted to his feeling, and was spilling his guts to him! He rubbed his hands together with glee as Fenris took a deep breath.

"I…admit I find Hawke attractive." Fenris took a swig of his drink. Truth about the extra drink was, Isabela was just here and they had placed bets on who in the bar'd hit on her first. She had lost to the bad poet and left just as Edwina brought her drink. Varric had just enough time to sit down when the elf came in with his heart on his sleeve.

Man his luck was great.

"Just attractive, elf? And just when did all this start up?" Varric started intently at him. Fenris gave an awkward short laugh and scratched behind his head. "And your missing piece of armor is…?"

"I…left it at home," He said sheepishly. He took another gulp. "And I suppose I've always admired her, just more so as of late…" He had a misplaced half smile on.

Varric rubbed his eyes. Maker what time was it? He looked over the elf and decided to help him out.

"Alright Broody. How can I help?"

Hawke

"Maker, an elven slave? I hope you know what you're doing…" Her mother made her swallow something vile. Her head felt fuzzy and her stomach clenched with pain. She groaned. She should have never tried the fried potato skins Isabela offered. The fact she offered should have been a big enough clue.

It dawned on her then. She had been with Fenris not too long ago. Whipping her head toward her window, she saw a sunny afternoon and streets filled with buzzing people. She groaned louder.

"Gracious love, do you feel that terrible?" her mother looked pitiful. With Bethany gone, and Carver with the Templars, her mother was very concerned with her last child. Hawke managed a weak smile.

"No mother, I just remembered. I was helping a friend before I was here…"She trailed off. She stared out the window. She saw Avaline making her way toward the estate. "Mother, could you get that?"

Her mother looked and nodded. She gathered herself and hurried out to let in the Guard Capitan.

Hawke stared as Avaline came up to her room. She looked terrible. Hawke sat up and leaned toward her, waiting for whatever it was Avaline had come to ask of her.

"Hawke I…" Avaline looked on the verge of tears. "I know you're not feeling well but I need your help." She took a deep breath.

"Avaline, what is it? You can tell me. I'll always be willing to help you." Hawke said softly. That assured Avaline and she sat up straighter.

"I…I know Hawke, thank you. I was asked to give you this message. Hawke, I hope you didn't do anything to draw attention to yourself." Avaline was genuinely worried. As she handed Hawke the letter, she read it was from the Viscount. "Hawke why on Earth would he ask to see you? Do you think he knows you're a mage?" Avaline hugged her tight as Hawke blinked away her surprise. The Guard Capitan let go quickly and murmured a string of apologies.

"Avaline," She joked, "I've never seen this side of you." Avaline huffed and Hawke patted her hand. "Don't worry. I've run errands for him before. I just never took you with me because I know how much work you have to do; you don't need more of my headaches." She stared hard at the Capitan. "But something else is bothering you, right?" Avaline let out a huge sigh.

"You read me well Hawke." She stared at her hands. "Lately, more and more of my Guards are being wounded. Just yesterday we lost a young girl. A girl that reminded me an awful lot of you, Hawke." She sighed. "Strong willed and opinionated. Then I got the simple task of bringing that to you…" she pointed to the opened letter. "I thought the worst…"

Hawke nodded, understanding the ginger haired woman's worries. She patted the older woman's hand and Avaline offered a small smile.

"Avaline, you can't get rid of me that easily. I'm here for you. You have friends you can turn to if something is too much for your men." Hawke smiled. Avaline looked refreshed.

"You're a good friend Hawke. That elf better not make me come after him." She stood up and said her farewell for the evening. Hawke was in a daze. What did she mean?

She watched her oldest friend depart out the window. As she walked she saw Isabela walk with her, both women laughing as they made their way to the Hanged Man.

Hawke pushed back the covers and put her feet onto the stone floor. Time to get up. She looked over at her dresser and groaned again. She didn't feel like climbing into her robes. Standing up carefully, she made her way to look through what she had. She made a mental note to go to a tailor for custom robes. These ankle length ones were just…unpractical. How would she run in these? How would she fight?

Her mother had a fit about the set she ripped. But Hawke thinks she was just venting from her frustration with Carver. She spied a set that looked comfortable. They were long, yes, but the fabric was a soft blue and had a scarlet wrap and silver pendent. Long sleeves, she supposed, were appropriate for the chill in the air. Winter was fast approaching and it wouldn't hurt to be warm. There was a silver trim on the edges and she smiled happily as she put them on. They felt silky.

As she dressed, she wondered silently where it was she was going. Well, she thought, I should probably thank Anders for the help. I think mother said the medicine was from him.

She clapped her hands happily. That's what she'll go do. As she grabbed her staff, her mother came up and told her to take the last of her potion before heading out. Hawke swallowed it on a single gulp, a trick learned from her pirate friend. Leandra just shook her head a said something about not knowing where she go that from. She gave her mother a kiss on the cheek and hurried out.

As she walked into Darktown, she felt her ears burn. Huh. Someone must be talking about me.

Fenris

He stared at all the people in his home. He sat in his library, Hawke's book shut next to him. She had placed a red piece of fabric as a place holder for their next lesson. Remembering last night, he felt himself smirk.

"Soooo….?" The pirate asked. The dwarf elbowed her leg.

"Ravini, if he wanted to ask for your brand of help he would have."

Fenris shook his head. Early this morning he had returned from a night of drunken chatter with Varric. He didn't know everyone in their little group would know by the afternoon. That's what he deserved for spilling his heart to a story teller.

"Well," Varric spoke. "Elf, you like Hawke. And you said you needed some ideas on how to prove that. So, let's brain storm."

A laugh came from Avaline. She almost didn't believe Isabela when she said Fenris was having girl problems.

Fenris sighed heavily. He looked around the room. Isabela and Varric were leaning against the mantel of the fireplace. Avaline was seated respectfully on the armchair. And Merill and Sebastian were leaning toward him intently on the couch, making him feel a tad uncomfortable.

"I-" He started. Almost everyone cut him off at once.

"You need to sneak in her bed room at night." Isabela purred.

"No, that's breaking and entering," The Guardswoman piped. "He should be straight with her."

"What about taking her somewhere romantic?" Merill offered.

"Like the Chantry. There's no better place to start an honest relationship." The prince interjected.

"Guys guys…" Varric made them pipe down. "Let's start with this. Fenris, are you serious about Hawke? Do you want to pursue this? You have our support. We're willing to help you."

"Anything to get you laid, Broody."

"Ravini."

"Sorry, can't help myself." She grinned like a cat. Avaline rolled her eyes.

Fenris gave a soft laugh. His eyes were met with smiles from the room. He thought maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to get some input on the things Hawke may or may not like. As they all talked, he started to wonder where on Earth Hawke finds people like this.

And he learned a few….useful tid-bits of information from Isabela. Things that made the religious boy repent for even hearing.

After a few hours of this, they took their leave. He hadn't learned a damn thing and he was sure that pirate demon stole something of his; he just didn't know what yet. Sighing, he poured himself some wine and lay back on the couch. But not before he made sure every door and window in the house was locked.

Damn Rouges.

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Okay. So that's it for chapter 10. Now, I'm not against Anders/Hawke. Or Fenris/Hawke. I like both pairings. Fenris and Hawke just happen to be my favorite. Yay Fenris! 3 but chapter 11 should be up by tomorrow morning. I'm excited for the game add on to come out on the 26th though! Anyone else? I already know who I'm taking! (Varric Fenris and Isabela). So until then, I'll be typing in my spare time.