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Chapter 2

'So. Let me get this straight. You're from Kirkwall. Originally from Ferelden. Your sister Bethany was a mage, your brother a warrior. Like myself. You fled from the blight and made your way here. Bethany died on the journey and Carver died in the deep roads,' he says quietly. It was hitting a little too close to home. Admittedly anyone in Kirkwall knew how he lost his siblings, thanks to Varric's stories. But there were little details which made him pause. Things that Varric didn't know, but she did. 'You've worked your way up in the city, but you're not going to tell me what's gone on, because you're worried that it might affect my time line?' He says picking up his pint.

'I don't know what's happening in your world. My world might be completely different and anything I tell you could have serious consequences,' Amelie sighs. 'I don't know how long I'm going to be here. But I don't want to fuck anything up while I am here. I do enough of that at home,' she mumbles. Catherine snorts into her pint and sends a blatant look at Fenris before returning her gaze back to Garrett. The elf is unaware as he's busied himself with a round of cards with Aveline and Varric. Garrett picks up on the look and puts it away to ask about later. Despite the outrageous situation, he found himself believing her. He didn't tell lies as a rule and she was open and answered most questions without hesitation. She was similar to him in more ways than he cared to admit. She was more gentle with her general demeanour, whereas he could be quite forceful.

'Fine. Say I believe you. What then?' Garrett Hawke asks simply. 'There's not much I can do for you. I have plenty of room. Mother wouldn't mind, you and your friend could move in for a while-'

'No!' Amelie said shaking her head and bolting upright. 'No! Thank you. That won't be needed.' She could feel her heart pounding painfully in her chest. The loss of her mother was too close to the surface. She couldn't bare to see another Leandra, even if she was from an alternate universe. Catherine placed a hand on her arm and made her settle back in her seat. In her panic she had lost control and become statically charged, Catherine ignoring the large electric shock that she was given. The others, Aveline, Fenris and Varric all looked around at her. Raised brows and silence filled the room. 'I will...find another place to go,' she murmurs looking at the table and trying to calm herself down.

Garrett tilts his head. Curious as to why her reaction was so abrupt but he already knew she'd not say a word. 'Okay,' he says slowly. 'Well, I don't want you to leave the city. I'm inclined to believe you. Simply because stranger things have happened. Which means this is a problem. If anyone asks, you're a cousin. I don't want people thinking that you're actually me or a direct blood relative. Like my sister. We look enough alike that they'll easily believe that you're a relation,' he says rubbing his eyes. 'But you need somewhere safe to stay. You're an apostate,' he states.

'Aye, I am,' she nods. 'I am no good at healing magic,' she adds. 'I don't think having two mages in one place is a good idea. That's really obvious.' The automatic idea of Anders popped into her head and no doubt appeared in her... other self. The slump in his shoulders said as much. 'I will not stay with Merrill either,' she says simply. Not that she didn't like the elf. She simply hated that mirror and wouldn't go near it. At all. That cancelled that idea out. Even though she could be easily hidden in the Alienage.

'A wise choice,' Fenris says quietly. 'We do not need another blood mage. It is bad enough another mage has appeared in our midst,' he sighs turning back to the cards. Aveline giving him a disapproving look. Amelie resisted the urge to slap him around the head. A double edged compliment indeed. She felt her heart pick up as he said the first three words, only to be slapped down again. Same Fenris it seems.

'Ignore him,' Garrett begins. 'He doesn't like-'

'My kind. I know. I do,' she says nodding. 'Aye. That much is the same.' Garrett sent her an apologetic smile. He excused himself to go over to the other table where the others sat and began to talk quietly. Amelie took the moment to talk to Catherine. 'So. You think they believe me?' She asks sighing. Catherine rubbed her arm in an attempt to comfort her, before drinking the rest of her ale.

'They're still here and you're still mentally sound. Enough anyway,' she teases making Amelie smile. 'Fenris is as much of an arse as usual so no difference there. Aveline... looks well,' Catherine says looking at the Guard Captain. Amelie looks at her for a brief second.

'It's reassuring to know she's doing well here,' she nods. In their reality, Aveline didn't cope with her husband's death too well. Even though she became Guard Captain, any relationships she tried to create didn't work. She had also lost sight in one eye in the escape from Ferelden. A large jagged scar split her face over her eyebrow and cheek. She was incredibly self conscious about it. It was nice to see that she was much happier here. 'I wonder if Anders is the same. Sounds like Merrill is.' Amelie says sighing.

Catherine was looking at Garrett who was still bent over the table. In deep discussion. 'You know. He's gorgeous,' she mumbles. Amelie winces and flicks her friend lightly on the head.

'Maker, don't do that. It's weird,' she shudders. 'That's me,' she points out. Catherine rolls her eyes and shakes her head. She continues to look at him.

'No. He's not. You're you. He's... him. A very attractive man. Who can handle a sword and has a very, very nice arse,' she grins. Amelie shudders and pulls a face.

'No! I don't even want to hear that. Let alone think it. There's no way in the fade I'm going to become attracted to my alternate self. That's... something Varric would write. It would need a brown cover and a serious health warning on the front, but it's definitely something that he would come up with. I just want to think of him as a...brother. If anything,' she says turning away from the other companions so she's just looking at Catherine.

'I'll think it for you then. Because, he's yummy,' she teases. 'Besides you wouldn't think of him like that,' she grins as she leans forward. 'There's a certain elf over there that would take your mind off things,' she whispers in Amelie's ear. 'You know the one. You had to bathe together once. Remember? You both got covered in mud from the wounded coast and when you got back, your estate's plumbing wasn't working. So you came to mine, but I only had enough for one bath and you both-'

'Don't! No more!' Her work was done and Amelie turned bright red. The flush erupting over her chest and cheeks. Catherine laughs loudly attracting the attention of the others. Amelie, on the other hand, buries her head in her hands. 'Maker, save me,' she mumbles. Garrett and the others all move over to the table they were occupying. Fenris sits in a seat that has empty ones each side. He didn't look happy at all. Aveline was all smiles, as was Varric. He even had his notepad out.

'Are you alright?' Garrett asks Amelie who murmurs a muffled yes. When she looks up, the flush had faded but not enough. She ignored the questioning looks and simply tilted her head. He brushes aside his questions and looks at Catherine. 'Well, Catherine. You can stay with Aveline at the barracks, they always need a smith. Or if you don't fancy bunking with forty men and a mere spattering of women, you can stay here with Varric. Or with me,' he says simply. Catherine thinks carefully and reaches for Amelie's untouched mug.

'Can I have a moment to think?' She asks.

Garrett nods and looks at Amelie. 'Well, unfortunately Amelie, you're more difficult. You see, Bethany is already in the Circle,' he says softly. 'Also, you're pretty adamant that you don't want to stay at mine anyway,' he adds. 'You can't stay with Aveline. A mage in the Keep is a little too close to danger, that rules out Sebastian as well. As you've already pointed out, you can't stay with Anders without drawing more attention to him and he has his own issues.' Garrett says shrugging a shoulder. Well, that answers that question, Amelie thinks to herself. 'Also, you can't stay with Varric. Templars come here as well, so again that's waving a red flag at Meredith. She annoys me enough without adding to it. You won't stay with Merrill, which I agree with, probably for different reasons though. Which leaves us one option. I don't want to set you up in a place of your own. I want to keep an eye on you. For now at least. Plus it's safer if you're with someone than on your own,' he says simply. Amelie can't begrudge him. She would do exactly the same in his position. But she wondered what this one option was.

'You'll be staying with Broody,' Varric says grinning, unable to hide it any more. Catherine chokes on the sip of ale she had taken and laughs loudly once she recovered. Amelie's flush had been replaced. Her skin draining of all colour.

'You...can't be serious,' she mumbles, her face pale. Catherine falls off her chair as she laughs, giggling from the floor. It would explain Fenris' grumpy attitude and dirty looks that he sent Garrett.

'It does not please me either,' he states dryly. 'I do not wish to look after a mage,' he mutters. 'I do not see why she can't join your sister in the Circle.'

'It's the only option we have,' Garrett says pointedly at Fenris. 'The only danger I can see is from Broody himself. But, just don't piss him off and you'll be perfectly safe. His home is off the radar and you'll be able to hide there without having to worry,' he says trying to reassure her. Catherine manages to get up slightly, she looks at Amelie's stricken and pale face to Fenris' clearly annoyed features and she begins to laugh again, falling back to the floor.

'This is too perfect,' Catherine cackles from the floor. Only to be kicked sharply in the leg by Amelie. Varric smiles and begins to make notes. 'Oh Maker, I think I'm going to die.' She chuckles.

'Hawke is right,' Aveline says softly. 'You're not leaving us with any other option. You can't go to the Circle. Then Hawke would be under suspicion, his sister is a mage and if they find out he's been hiding another mage, Maker only knows what Meredith would think about that. You need to stay hidden.' She says placing a hand on Amelie's.

'Fine,' she says eventually. 'I'll stay with Fenris, it's not like I have a choice.' Suddenly, the thought of staying with Merrill didn't seem to bad.

'I see the mage has a choice, yet I do not,' Fenris says bitterly. Garrett gives him a look.

'You're going to have a pretty woman stay at your home. She can take care of herself and yes, while she's an apostate I'm sure she'll resist any urge to set you on fire. No matter how tempting it is,' he says rolling his eyes. 'It's not that big of a deal. Besides, you're out with me most the time. You'll probably rarely see her,' he adds. He ignores Fenris' sour expression and stands up to look at Catherine who was still laughing to herself. 'So, miss. Where have you decided to stay?' He smiles. He didn't understand what she found so funny. Must be a private joke, but he liked her. She was blunt and very open. She props herself up on her elbows and looks at Aveline and Varric, then him.

'Well, I'm not going to refuse the chance to stay at a high town estate,' she smiles, still giggling a little. 'So, Lord Hawke. I shall burden you with my presence for a while.' She grins. Hawke smiles and nods. She gets back into her seat and brushes her hair back from her eyes. 'So, little Ami is going to be staying with Broody for a while. What could possibly go wrong?' She teases.

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