Chapter 10

Rain was beating down on to the window panes, it was rare for the constant hot climate of Kirkwall. The Champion moved frantically with the rapid hard sounds of the liquid tears of the maker.

She pulled out her iconic Armour from the wardrobe and pulled off her finery till she was in just her underwear. The bandages still clung to her chest. Her breathing was heavy, and her attempt to stay calm didn't appear to be very effective.

Anders stood and watched her with pity by the door, as she rushed from corner to corner.

"Hawke?" He spoke softly, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"If he dies and i'm not there, i'll blame everyone" She replied, struggling to pull her leggings up to her hips.

"He won't die Hawke, You know he won't" In an attempt to console her, he had to praise Fenris against his will. "You've seen him fight, The chances are that the information is wrong is likely".

"I will not risk it" She muttered in reply. Hawke took out one of her leather long sleeved tops, a black one that Anders had never seen her wear. It was as if she on auto pilot, not even thinking what she was doing, colour cordination wasn't on her agenda. She then Made eye contact. "Heal me" She demanded, clutching her top in her arms.

Ander's eyebrows rose, he sighed deeply.

"Are you definitely sure?"

"Ever since we left home, to Ostagar, i have been prepared to get hurt, and even die" She muttered, smiling to herself a little. "Carver was so determined to get scars and even the taint. We were raised to expect pain"

"It will hurt, And i'm not going to sugar coat it for you"

"I know" Hawke eyes down-turned, "As much as when Isabella almost lost her arm or when Sebastian had his neck slit?"

"Worse" Anders Replied, "Your nerves will need to be reforged and I will need to stretch the skin since yours was ripped off instead of cut and we don't have any time for me to create new skin"

Hawke nodded and then turned around.

"Do it".

The Captain of the Guard. The title was still significantly strange to the Tall Red Head, and rung a little hollow to her. However the respectful nods and bows to her Fellow Guards men convinced her and made her sure of herself as she walked through high town. Sauntering beside her was the Pirate.

As she walked the Tanned skinned Rivaini was fixing the bandanna which was around her raven hair.

"So what does Hawke want us for?" She mused to the Dwarf walking in front of her.

"She wants us to go with her to the Lyrium Smuggling Tunnels" Varric replied, looking back at her.

"Right, what for?"

"Fenris has gone missing" He told her.

"Fenris?" Aveline muttered startled, "Are you sure?"

"Unfortunately, yeah. The Coterie and now i think the Crows, have received an assassination contract for Hawke's head, so she won't go after the Templars and their Prisoner. They described him as a white haired elf And that said elf is not at his mansion"

"I hope Hawke Knows that my Guard can Take care of this" Aveline Stated, appearing slightly disappointed.

"You know Hawke, Big Girl. She's as stubborn as a Mule" Isabella grinned.

"Too stubborn to die to" Varric grinned, remembering her Duel with the Arishock.

"You should have seen what that Dragon had done to her, The Arishock was nothing compared to that Damage" Aveline added.

"Woah, Honestly? But the Arishock ran her through" Isabella gasped.

They came to her door. It crossed Varric mind that the blood and body that he left had been taken care of rather nicely.

The door knob seemed to turn Awkwardly. It opened with Sandal behind it. His eyes almost screamed sadness.

"Hello Sandal" Aveline beamed, "is Hawke still there?"

He nodded slowly and moved to let them in.

"Stop the shouting" He muttered as they moved in to the hallway.

"What shouting?" Varric asked, cocking an eyebrow.

It became apparent what he meant. Wretched screams, coming from Hawke's Bedroom.

"What's going on?" Aveline spoke, reaching for her sword. But her hand was taken in Isabellas.

"Calm down, she's either Getting 'speed healed', or... Anders is giving her one hell of an orgasm" She grinned as she spoke. Varric scoffed.

Aveline narrowed her eyebrows, her mouth dropped open and then snatched her hand from her.

"Shut up Whore" She sneered.

"It's true, Sex with Mages is the best sex, by far. They-" The glare Aveline was giving her a friendly message to shut the hell up, or her fist will do it for her.
Varric giggled to him self.

The Cheshire grin Isabella wore didn't falter.
"I'm going to go check" She mused, And walked with a skip in her step towards the stairs.

The Pirate pushed the door slightly ajar, and stole a peek.

Hawke was on her knees, her back arched and neck back. A blue violent light surrounded her and Ander's raised hands and staff. A pained expression was upon his features, as he blocked out her screaming.

Isabella Pushed the door open and walked in quietly. Her eyes darting between Anders and Hawke.
Anders looked back at her, but then put his head down, in concentration. He pushed his arms out further, sending a surge of healing energy in to Hawke. Her screams became more like whines.

Isabella could hear the gruesome sound of flesh on Hawke's back Stretch over the wound, bonding itself back together. If she didn't know better, the pirate would think it was blood magic since it did such a painful thing.

The magic began to fade and Hawke dropped down on to her hands and knees. She was still. The pirate went to her aid and placed her hands on her shoulders, in front of her, crouched down.

"Hawke?"

Anders looked away as the Champion began to bob back and forth very slightly. He moved towards the door.

"She'll be ok to fight today" Anders stated emotionlessly.

Isabella glared back at him, about to shout and scream for what he had done, but then she remembered back to when she asked the same from him once and kept her lips sealed.

((I've edited and reposted this chapter because i wasn't very happy with it. I've added to it and corrected the vast majority of my mistakes. Thank you guys!))