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I think I'm going to wrap up this story. Next chapter will be it. But I'm going to make another for if she HAD kept the baby, just to see how that plays out. But since she killed the demon there isn't a way to take Valko out of the fade. Nothing can be taken from the fade, which is the sole law. Anyway, thank you for the reviews! ^_^" I don't own. Enjoy!

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Fenris

Hawke's eyes opened. He quickly leaned over her as she batted her eyelids, adjusting to the light. She tried to sit up and he offered her an arm to help her. She took it and stared at him for the longest time.

"Are you alright? What happened in there?" Fenris searched her eyes for some answer, some reason. She only looked down and hugged him tightly, avoid any and all eye contact. He didn't press her further and held her tightly while stroking her glossy hair. She wept in his arms. What could he do for her? How could he comfort the champion of Kirkwall?

"You did well, Hawke." The old elf stood proudly in front of them. "Feynriel is alright, thanks to you. You did what I thought was impossible."

"That's our Hawke, reinventing the meaning of possible." Varric laughed and spoke with the Keeper. Fenris was grateful he was diverting her from their leader's emotional state. Hawke gathered herself and her grip tightened on his arm.

"I told you I'd be back," her sarcastic tone was used to hide whatever was causing her grief. He suspected it had something to do with Valko. Fenris chuckled into her hair softly and held her tighter. "Stupid demons. Of course I'd go running off with demons. Especially ones with small children. Why wouldn't I do that?" He felt her shaking.

"Hush, Hawke. Don't worry about this." He let her go. This wasn't the time for tears or pity. "You saved the mage. We must go see the Knight Commander and Meredith now, before a war kills every person you've saved." He held her shoulders and pulled her away gently. His tone was soft and his grip gentle. She looked up at him and gave a small nod. Her eyes hid pain and longing. Fenris pulled her close enough to give her a kiss on her forehead before he let her go.

Isabela saw all of this, but for once, remained silent. She just made a mental note to drop by Fenris's place later and cut off his balls for trying to kill her in the Fade.

Hawke gathered herself again and stood up, brushing the tears from her cheeks. She walked to the mother and told her her son had been saved and he had to go someplace to train his skill. The elven woman nodded, accepting it and then asking the Keeper if she may return to her people. Fenris smiled slightly at the scene. To have a home to return to, it must be nice. He silently wondered if he and Hawke could share a home. But dismissed the thought. Oh how the noble filth of Hightown would view their glorious Champion with an Elven ex-slave capable of tearing out any of their organs on a whim. Smirking, he sort of wanted to just to spite them.

Varric came to him and he hung his head. He had just tried to kill everyone for power.

"So, Broody," Varric's eyes narrowed. "Hawke beat some sense into you?"

Fenris cringed. This dwarf was being his usual witty self, but there was no joke in his face and Fenris knew if he didn't have a reason for Hawke's tears one of Bianca's bolts would find its way into any part of his body. Glancing at Isabela's steady glare, he had a feeling he knew was part.

"Yes, I… I was a fool. It was like a haze fell over my eyes and all I wanted was that…power." He sighed heavily. "I just wanted to be strong enough so Hawke wouldn't have to work so hard for our sake." He gestured to their lack of battle scars. Varric relaxed his gaze and smiled.

"Hawke would work harder to stay ahead of us," He laughed and patted Fenris's leg. "But all jokes aside, elf don't you try that shit again or I'll really kick your ass." Fenris chuckled nervously. Varric gave him a nod and turned to the pirate.

"C'mon Ravini, I need a drink."

As he and Isabela departed, Fenris saw Hawke come toward him. They left together and walked out of the Alienage. Neither spoke. Fenris had to note how cold the stones felt and thought about getting some shoes. Hawke's boots clicked on the rock as they made their way up the steps into high town. Their walks always felt short. Hawke suddenly stopped and Fenris stopped a few steps behind her.

"Fenris?"

"Yes?"

"You can't stay in that mansion your whole life." He stared at her back in disbelief. She wanted to talk about that now?

"Where else am I to go?" Her shoulders stiffened. He found himself rubbing the red fabric absently. He had almost forgotten it was there. That bookmark, a symbol for his freedom for literature and love for Hawke. He wondered if he had ever told her he loved her.

"Come stay with me."

The invitation hung in the air. Fenris wanted to smile. Hawke turned to face him, her eyes wet. He gave her a nod and her tension was lessened. She smiled and they continued walking. As they passed her estate, he guessed she was going to help him get whatever he may want from the deteriorating mansion. But when they reached his door, she didn't open it. She obliterated it. Not a sound came from the wood as ash took its place. There was only a brilliant flash of white and then she was stepping over a pile of black ash.

"Is something wrong?"

"Get in here."

He winced at her voice. When he followed she was looking in the wine rack against the wall. He could sense her anger and was confused. He started to walk toward her but she had spun on her heel quickly and hurled a bottle at the wall by his head.

"You don't ask about him?" Her voice shook with rage and Fenris understood. The child.

"I assumed you would talk to me when you were ready to, Hawke." He met her eyes and saw that what he loved most about her. Those eyes that were not diminishing him or looking at him with fear. Eyes that just demanded he listen. Not accept nor understand. The respect he held for her was explained in detail in those sparkling reasonable eyes.

"Valko! His name was Valko, he was three!"

Fenris was surprised. The child spoke so maturely. Was it possible it was so young?

"I do not understand." He chose his words carefully. Not daring to set off this woman who had smiled minutes ago then dissolved his front door in a fit of rage.

She put a hand to her forehead and let out a sigh. He saw the worry lines on her face and he noticed she had not had a good night sleep in some time. He needed to protect her better.

"Valko, he would have been our son." She put her free hand on her stomach and he saw her shoulders stiffen, not for the first time this night. "The Lyrium in your skin and the magic in my blood sent him there. We sent him into the Fade, Fenris! If I had known…" She let her hands drop and she took a bottle of wine from the rack. She held it to him and he opened it for her, wanting to make a joke about promising not to throw it at him but now wasn't the time.

"I didn't know either, Hawke. But the fade is a place for the deceased, there is nothing we can do." He took a sip and handed the bottle to her. She took it and sat on the armchair. He took the couch.

"Valko… I had to tell him I couldn't take him. I had to try to explain this situation to a toddler. He thinks I hate him, that I blame everything on him." He saw her usual spark in her eyes go down and he regretted asking her if there was a way to terminate it. He just didn't want to have a family in that time, since all these people wanted to kill her. He couldn't lose what little he had.

But he shouldn't have been a coward. He should have protected them both and shredded anyone who would dare touch them. As Hawke explained about the little child, Fenris felt hatred for himself and for magic. Magic is what kept this pain alive for so long.

Fenris swore, again, to protect the woman he loved no matter what the cost.

Hawke

Fenris moving in was welcome. Her dwarven servants were leaving and her elf servant had found a new home among the Dalish. She wouldn't deny the girl that. But it was going to be very empty in her home soon. And Fenris was always alone in his mansion. The walls crumbled around his prize and Hawke knew one day the ceiling might crash down on him. He couldn't live in that. And why couldn't he stay with her? She had the space. And it's not like they were ever home anyway. Her dog liked him too.

She looked at the blank papers that littered her desk. She had made a deal in the Fade. But it was with Valko, not a demon. Their deal was that she would go visit him during her own dreams. He didn't believe she would but the first night his face cracked from his father's scowl to a bright shining smile fit for a child of his age. He showed his skill with a pen to her many times. He was a mage, but Hawke didn't think that mattered in the Fade. Demons came to him but the frozen statue of Fervor warded them away from making any attempt at dealing with him. And Hawke made it a very specific point to teach him that demons will trip you up every time. No one could control a demon. Valko listened to her and in turn he taught her how to draw. He was afraid of Fenris, despite what Hawke tried to tell him.

Smiling, she picked up a pen and sketched a picture of a wolf howling at the moon. Each stroke was choppy and her skill was evident. She wasn't as good as the child, but it made her feel better to have something. Fenris came in and leaned over to see what she was doing. He placed two unarmored hands on her shoulders and rested his chin on her head. She smiled and touched his hand, his skin warm and his marks almost the same as ice. She was content.

"We should go to the Chantry…" Fenris's low voice rumbled, sending shivers down her spine. She loved his voice. She wasn't lying when she said she enjoys listening to him talk.

"Why?"

"Because I think the nobles of Hightown would frown if their champion were in the company of a man for so long without…" his index finger rubbed her left hand. Specifically on her ring finger. He backed up and she stood. He spun her around and hugged her. Their lips touched and Hawke felt true happiness.

But she didn't know what would happen at the Chantry. She didn't know what Anders had done.

But she didn't blame Fenris at all for his reaction.