AN: IT HAS BEEN SO LONG. I AM SO SORRY. Also, there is probably OOCness due to the fact it has been so long. Also, this is not beta'd. Sorry for any mistakes.

Beep. Beep. Beep. BEEEP. BEEEEP.

I swung my hand out to smash the source of the annoying sounds that was interrupting my sleep. I let out a sigh of relief as I finally found the source, my alarm clock, and turned it off. I sat up while wiping the sleep from my eyes. It took a moment for everything to come into focus, but once it did I felt a jolt of confusion. Why was in my room? In retrospect, the question didn't really make sense. Why wouldn't I be in my room after waking up?

I blinked a few times before swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I briefly wondered what had caused me to question why I would be in my own room. It could be the fact that I also felt like I was forgetting something extremely important. As I wandered to the bathroom, I went through a mental check list of things I was supposed to do. When I couldn't figure out what could have possibly caused the feeling, I shrugged and went about my morning routine.

As I brushed my teeth, I heard the familiar ringtone that played whenever Rafe called. I swallowed thickly and ignored the phone call. I had been debating lately on whether or not telling Rafe how I had felt about him. I had actually got it into my head that it would be a good idea to that, but for some reason, it didn't seem like a good idea anymore. I'm not sure why it suddenly sounded like a bad idea, but it did. Something told me that it would just destroy our friendship, and I would rather be friends and love from afar then have him hate me.

Plus, lately I felt like he was hiding something huge from me. I had an idea of what it was, but I wanted him to tell me before I asked anything. I was pretty sure that he was actually gay, but for the longest time I didn't want to admit it to myself. I tried to convince myself that he would give me a chance and that we would get together, get married, and have like eight kids. Okay, maybe not that many, but still.

I was pulled from my thoughts by my phone ringing again. I groaned, I had to talk to him eventually, or he was going to think something was up. I stared at the mirror for a moment longer before jogging to my room to grab my phone.

I had dialed his number since I had missed his call. When I put my phone to my ear, all I heard was a dial tone. Frowning, I pulled the phone away and looked at my phone in confusion. It was then I saw I had no bars. I wasn't even roaming. How in the world had he called me then?

I turned my phone off then back on, but it resulted in the same thing, no bars.

I rolled my eyes and threw my phone on my bed. I was going to have to talk to my parents about it. I left my room and made my way downstairs.

"Mom? Dad? My cell isn't working! Did you forget to pay the bill or something?" The question didn't really make sense since it was obvious something worked about my phone since Rafe was able to call me, but it didn't hurt to ask. When no one answered, I rolled my eyes. They must have left without telling me. I walked into the kitchen and glanced at the fridge to see what note they had left on the whiteboard.

My eyes widened when I saw that the whiteboard was missing. I peeked into the garage.

What I saw made me sick to the stomach, or to be specific, the lack of what I saw.

There was nothing, and by nothing, I mean there was just this inky black… emptiness. I slammed the door shut and cracked it open. There was still nothing there.

What was going on?

I felt my chest constrict and panic rise inside me. I ran to the front door and pulled in open. The door was pulled off the hinges and I went flying back. Falling on my back with a grunt, I looked up and through the door. What I saw was a horribly familiar sight.

It was what the background of the fade in Dragon Age. I could even see the ever constant supposed Black City. I felt bile rise in my throat and turned on my side to retch, but nothing came out. Shaking furiously, I stood up and took tentative steps towards the door. As I did so, I remembered what I had forgotten before.

Oh dear.

This was bad.

Sinking to my knees, I stared at my hands. I had made a deal with a demon. I, who knew the dangers and the consequences of doing such a thing, had agreed to a deal that was obviously not tipped in my favor. I let out a scream and banged my fists on the floor. I had to get out of here. I had to kill the demon and set things right.

As if the maker had heard my silent plea, a form began to take shape in front of me, and suddenly Anders (okay, it was actually Justice but still) was standing in front of me. I wanted to laugh; once again this man was rescuing me like some helpless damsel in distress.

"What are you doing this? Don't you hate me or something?" I asked, somewhat hysterically. He didn't reply, but put a hand out. I stared at it for a moment before grabbing it and pulling myself up. I watched him as he glanced around the place with a look akin to wonder. I rubbed my arm as the feeling of awkwardness crept through me. Well, I guess my secret was out. I had no clue how I was going to explain to him why I lived in some weird place.

"So, are you here to save me or something? Cause it would be amazing if you were," I said with a weak smile, and just as he was about to reply, Fenris appeared in his typical battle stance.

I stumbled back in surprise as he swung his sword out and shouted, "Fenris, stop! And in the world are you doing here?!"

He looked at me in confusion, before recognition set in.

"Varric had come to check up on you for some reason, and found you unconscious. He then decided it was an excellent idea to bring you to the mage who concluded something had happened and that we had to delve into the fade to find you. Hawke is with us too, but she got separated," he explained in his typical moody manner.

It was nice to see something never changes, but I was shocked to hear that Hawke had joined them. When I voiced this thought, Justice finally said something.

"Hawke was being influenced by a demon, one who is most likely the cause of this," he replied.

And because this was the fade and the situation required even more drama, Hawke appeared much like Fenris did. It took all my control not to just yell out that the Maker might as well bring everyone.

Hawke's expression was one of anger, but not the bitchy anger that had recently been her only reaction to me, but one of concerned anger. She then proceeded to yell at me.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!"