Wow you guys hold a grudge O.O But I will write on your opinion. Now then, I don't own. Enjoy.

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Fenris

Hawke had been acting a little off since their last night together. He hoped he had not done something to make her unhappy. Guilt filled his heart and was immediately dispelled when she smiled at him. He couldn't believe how loyal she was to him. After everything he's done to her, she's stayed by him.

He was fortunate indeed.

But as they found their way into a cave based on the word of a Dalish woman, he wondered what madness possessed this assassin to give away his location so easily. Surely it was a trap then. But, as Hawke pointed out, they had little choice. Noticing the skeletons by the entrance, he kept a hand on his sword hilt. Proving a point, giant cave spiders appeared and started attacking their group. As he cut down all that were near, he couldn't help but notice three or four attacking Hawke. He was there in an instant hacking them down. Isabela made a series of close hits and Merill struck from a distance. He silently wondered what made Merill turn to blood magic.

As the last one fell, they advanced into the cave he felt he's been in a thousand times. He kept stealing glances at Hawke, who looked like she was having a major argument in her mind. He admired her for walking ahead of them. Yes, she was the leader, but she was the only one to ever fall victim to traps Isabela didn't point out. Now was such a time. Fire erupted around her suddenly, but when it died she only brushed ashes off her robes and continued. It didn't even surprise them anymore.

An elven rogue came out then, obviously not wanting to fight. He spoke to Hawke but Fenris wasn't paying attention. His mind was in a daze. He saw them both laugh and the elf scratching his head nervously. The rogue walked away and Hawke turned around.

"Come on, I do not like being lied to."

He could almost taste the blood she would spill.

Hawke

She couldn't help flirting, the elf was cute. Zevran reminded her of a much bolder Fenris, but with a sexy accent. How could she kill someone like him? She let him go. And she was off to murder some crows.

They walked out and she saw that little boy in the corner of her eye. But if she looked directly at him he'd disappear. Guilt tore her apart inside, but she made no move to show she acknowledged his presence. He wasn't really there. She was just making herself sick over it.

"Hawke?" Merill's voices piped. She looked over.

"Hmm?"

"Are you alright? You look distracted." Her little accent was cute, but she was anything but innocent. Blood magic wasn't for innocents. She felt her heart twang as she thought; neither is death.

"I'm alright Merill," she offered her a smile. Merill looked concerned but didn't press it.

The camp was where the fellow's friend said it would be. Storming up to the man who had hired her, she couldn't wait to hear what he had to say. And he didn't even explain! He just decided she failed so she died. Oh how much fun this day was becoming!

And to top it off that Zevran elf came back to help her fight. That wasn't so bad actually.

"I couldn't leave and risk a beautiful woman's face being marred by a dagger of the Crow." He gave a dramatic bow. She laughed and could feel Fenris's glare from behind him. Smiling, she agreed to fight. Casting fire and ice was simply her favorite way of letting out pent up frustration.

But as she felt the fire forming on her hands, the little elf child the demon showed her appeared in front of her. His big eyes looked at her and he raised his arms as if asking to be picked up. She hesitated and an arrow shot into her forearm. The pain made her cry out and shut her eyes. The boy disappeared. She didn't take out the arrow and heal, however.

I deserve this. I deserve every ounce of agony.

She stopped fighting. Everyone was giving their all and she just stood there, taking so many arrows into her leather armor she looked like a pin cushion. Fenris took it upon himself to kill the archers and any who got too close to her. As the last one fell, that foreign elf came over to bid his farewell. Isabela was helping Merill while she tried to heal her leg. Zevran came over to Hawke and gave a small nod.

"I thank you, Champion, for the aid. It felt good to cut down my former brothers-in-arms. Now, if you excuse me, I have a war to wage in my country." A sly look played across his face. "Unless… you would like to get to know each other better?" His eyebrows wiggled and Hawke blushed at the forward invitation.

"That depends." Fenris growled. "How much do you want to press that luck of yours?"

Zevran looked surprised. "Oh! I see. Very well then, good bye Champion." He said the word as if saying "My sweet." Fenris couldn't wait for him to go start a war or something. Anything to get him out of this place.

As he left, they all looked to Hawke. Blood stained her robes, and for once, it was hers. She dropped to her knees and just shook her head. Merill bent down and started taking out the arrows and healing as quickly as she could. Hawke didn't flinch when the metal points were ripped from her. She deserved the pain. She half wished they were poisoned.

She stood up and thanked Merill. Merill said she killed the mage that must have put a spell or something like that on Hawke. Hawke didn't even know a mage was here. Even though they offered Hawke insisted she could walk on her own. Fenris tried to carry her but she made her body hot as white iron and he couldn't touch her without seriously injuring himself. Every step she took there were charred bits of grass and leaves. The soles of her shoes were gone. Silently she wondered where she put those other boots in her mansion.

As they came back to Kirkwall, she bid them all good night. Fenris looked at her with his big eyes and she sent him away almost immediately.

"I'm tired, please. I'll get you when I am rested." He nodded, but she couldn't meet those eyes. She sorted through the letters and saw one came from Feynriel's mother. Requesting to see her to help her with her son's nightmares. Sighing, she made a note to visit the woman tomorrow. But for tonight, she wanted a bubble bath.

The boy's face flashed in her minds eyes and she hung her head.

Actually, a cold bath might be best for her. Hugging her arms around herself, she knew if she want to bed this night he would haunt her dreams. This is what she gets for speaking to the demon. She should have just tried to kill it. It wouldn't have worked, but her pitying sentences were more bearable than this. If her son was alive, then…then what? She should be a mother and charge in to save him!

But it's her fault he was sent to the Fade in the first place.

Should she leave him there? Now that she knew he was alive? And what should she tell Fenris? Oh hey guess what remember when we killed our child yeah well turns out all we actually did was send him into the fade for a bit where a demon kept him alive and well oh and we can go pick him up if we want to what do you say?

That would be a nice discussion…. She was already worried about him turning on her for being a mage, what if, because she had been a mage, his child was cast into a world of dreams and magic? It didn't matter if she saved the toddler, she couldn't count on support from Fenris. Ice gripped her heart and she knew, tonight, she would not sleep. Just stare into the fire until morning. Her heart was heavy with her decision. If the boy was powerful, and she left him in the Fade, would he become a demon? And why did the Desire Demon taunt her like this? What was it she wanted?

Her boy was alive, that in itself was unbelievable. And she knew there was a way to save him, to raise him. To make up for everything she's done if it took her the rest of her life. At the same time…what would the cost be? Would it be worth it?

Sighing, she thought if Fenris would have been happy at how much the little boy looked like him.