A/N: I don't own Dragon age.

Teenage Nightmares.

I spent nearly every night at Fenris' mansion after that. Even if we hadn't spoke to each other all day and one was already waiting in the bed, the other would climb into the warmth. We spent a week and a half like this until one night I decided to sleep in my own bed after spending all night and early morning up with Varric in fear of waking Fenris. But I instead woke to find Fenris curled up next to me regardless.

A week from this I was stirred from my sleep. Fenris hadn't been in bed when I'd got there, he was probably attending business with Fenris now that Anders was busy with the Mages plight. Fenris had crept into the room while I was sleeping and now sat on the edge of the bed watching me like he'd done all those years ago. But this time instead of wearing a desolate expression, Fenris was smiling affectionately. I felt my heart contract.

"I love you," but no words came out.

Slipping in beside me, Fenris reached out a hand and softly, careful not to wake me, began to brush the hair from my face. His eyes were just watching me with an intense, adoring, possessiveness that I thought my heart would burst. That was the first time I even considered that Fenris might love me back. It was a side I hadn't seen and in selfish wished that no one else had and ever would. Fenris' fingers moved from my hair to my lips, trembling slightly. I parted them for him and opened my eyes. I watched him with what I hoped was the same strength as he'd watched me, trying to pour everything into my eyes. Fenris leaned forward closing his eyes, I did the same and that was how we spent the night together again. Waking still twisted and twined together. There were no nightmares that night, he told me.

If Hawke noticed or was bothered by my absence he didn't mention it. He was busy dealing with the fallout of my actions apparently. While working with Meredith, I'd managed to cause far more trouble fore the Mages Plight than the Templars had managed in the last six years of my time at Kirkwall. Anders absolutely hated my guts so he was overjoyed at my lack of presence at the Hawke Estate. He was less overjoyed when he found out where I was sleeping. Not that it was any of his pissing business.

I was just opening the door to Hawke Estate when I found the last thing I would have expected to see. Hawke was entertaining a Templar; they were sitting opposite one another with tea discussing the weather. At least it looked like they were discussing the weather; I could almost imagine the conversation.

"The weather's been lovely recently."

"Oh yes quite splendid."

"Perfect weather for mage hunting."

"I should imagine so, too warm for those little critters to surive long without water."

"Indeed."

Hawke looked up at me with that ever gentle smile.

"Hello, Fen' Harel," he said.

"Hey Hawke," I replied. And I swear I saw the Templar stiffen. His back was facing me but I could almost sense him tense up.

The Templar coughed politely and rose from his chair, his amour clinking and scraping clumsily against the wood of the chair.

"Thank you for the tea Serah Hawke," he said.

"Thank you for listening," Hawke smiled.

Just then the Templar turned to me, nodded briskly and tried to leave. But it was too late. I was already shocked by the sensation of recognition. I'm sure I'd seen him before. I strained to pull the images from my brain.

"Wait," I said stepping in front of him, "I'm sure we've met before."

"You must be mistaken Serah," the Templar said uncomfortably. He looked tired, exhausted almost but otherwise he was handsome. With a strong jaw and nose, his hair was curled tightly atop his head. Where had I seen him? I glowered suspiciously at him awhile as he shifted uneasily under my gaze but didn't break eye contact.

"I'm sorry I must be mistaken. Please accept my apology Ser," I said bowing slightly and allowing him to make his escape.

"What was that about Fen' Harel," Hawke asked when we were sure the door was shut behind the Templar.

"I wouldn't let him back in the mansion Hawke," I said glaring after the retreated Knight.

Because I knew now where I recognized him from. That Templar was from Fereldan.

Fen' Harel aged 17:

"The Maker loves his children."

I stood head bowed, watching the rain pool in the dirt near my bent knees. It reeked of dirt and heavy incense. I felt like puking.

"The Maker loves his children."

I could hear my heart beating in my ears. It amazed me that it was still capable of movement. The cold didn't bother me. I was cold, I was ice, and I was dead. Why did I have a pulse when I was incapable of feeling anything anymore?

"The Maker loves his children," the sister blessed me as I rose to my feet. I would have scoffed before; the Maker didn't give a shit about his children but not now. The words meant nothing now she might as well have said blue is blue.

"The Maker loves his children."

The sister has moved on, sweeping past in a suffocating cloud of incense. She began blessing the next recruit in line. I could feel their eyes on me, staring at me like a child stares at a serial killer through the bars of their cage. I didn't feel anything about, the expected absolute nothingness that had become my constant companion.

"Brothers and Sisters of the Flaming Sword," Ser Degan rose to stand before me and the others. He had a habit of standing anywhere where he could look down on his subjects. There were very few of them; they were the elite Templars trained to hunt only the most dangerous apostates.

"Today is a great day..."

The noise of his voice faded, only the raindrops sounded heavy. They were so heavy, beating down on everything.

"...together we will be glorious. Together we will defend the innocent. Together we can do this!"

The others cheered. I wished they'd be quiet. I longed for silence.

"To business," Ser Degan said clearing his throat, "today we have been given the task of retaining and eliminating two powerful maleficars."

"The first Jowan has already demonstrated his powers while escaping; the other Niera Surana has yet to use her blood magic and must therefore be treated with the most care. Therefore I am sending you Fen' Harel after the elf mage while the others track Jowan."

"Understood," I said.

I bowed before leaving.

This mage was clever. She kept from the roads, didn't use magic and didn't go to the nearest tavern. But she was easy to track. They usually were. I kept running, she had a day on me but I wasn't to return until the mage was dead. She kept moving, making camp at night and running during the day in no particular direction, never stopping. Clever little mage.

I finally caught up with her near the Brecilin forest. She'd probably hoped to find sanctuary among the Dalish. The mage was tucked up underneath the roots of a grand Oak. The autumnal leaves blanketing the dirt in a mixture of muddy oranges, reds and yellows. They made no sound underneath my feet, not the dry crackle of them breaking underneath the mage's sleeping body. I think she sensed me because two silver eyes flicked open. Tired eyes scanned the treeline frantically.

"I know your there," she called, voice unwavering despite fear that was obviously gripping her.

I waited unsheathing my blade in spear form and holding it close. She scrambled from her sleeping place, pulling her staff up to protect herself. She edged forwards on unsteady feet with eyes darting in every direction. I waited.

She was just creeping into the tree line. Almost there. Her breaths condensing in the cold silence that seeped into the forest, almost as if even the trees were holding their breath. Then, suddenly I lunged, pushing the spear up trough her body to reach her heart. Silver eyes flew open in surprise.

The birds flew from the trees in a flurry of wings and startled calls. I couldn't move. It seemed the mage had managed to cast one final spell before death. I stood there frozen blade still deep in the little body frozen against me. The cold didn't bother me. I was cold, I was ice, and I was dead.

A/N:

There we go another chapter. It took me awhile to write this. I wasn't sure what to do with it. I decided that I'd just write about what Fen' Harel was like while working for the Templars. I was replaying Origins as Niera Surana and I wondered what it'd be like if she escaped without Duncan. Then I wondered what it'd be like if Fen' Harel was the Templar sent to catch her. Anyway reviews are welcome as always.

THANKS FOR READING =3 =D