Disclaimer: Dragon Age and all related names are owned by BioWare. I just play with other people's toys~

AN: First off, this drabble is going to turn into a two, if not three, part-er, so make sure you're buckled in boys and girls!
I should also say that this isn't part of the same canon as the other drabbles. Think of it as an alternate timeline. Exact same people and all, but in my head canon, this little story never happens.
Also, language warning. Yeah.


"Good night, Kianna. Good night, Isabela. Thanks for walking me home," Merrill said as she waved to her friends.

"Good night, Merrill," Kianna smiled.

"Sleep well, Kitten," Isabela seconded as Merrill's door squeaked shut.

The couple turned and began making the long trek from the alienage up to the Hawke estate. For a while, the walk was unusually silent, but finally Isabela broke the quiet.

""Kianna," she said with a serious tone in her voice.

The warrior paused mid stride, turning to face the pirate with a concerned look on her face. "What?" she asked tenderly.

Isabela's eyes darted around, searching for anything to focus on that wasn't the Champion. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as if she were about to speak again, but then though better of it.

"Isabela, what?"

Isabela took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant," she said as she tried to keep a smile from her face.

"What?" Kianna asked in a voice she forced to remain calm. Her eyebrows betrayed her, however, scrunching down in confused anger.

"I'm pregnant," Isabela repeated with more of a smile.

"No, I heard you. I just – what the hell, Isabela? I thought –" but she caught herself. And now it was her gaze that would not meet the other. Anger smoldered inside of her, anger that easily reached her features.

"Kianna –" Isabela began, but was cut off.

"No. It's fine. I don't care. I knew you were never exclusive, I just –"

"Would you just shut up and listen to me for one damned second," Isabela yelled, drawing the attention of a nearby street urchin. Isabela grabbed Kianna's arm and led her to the other side of the street.

"What?" Kianna said. And now the anger was clear in her voice. Almost venomous.

"Kianna, I – I can't get pregnant."

"Apparently, you can," came the warriors sharp reply. "Anw what does it matter anyway? What, so that makes it ok for you to fuck every single person in Kirkwall? Just because you won't get caught, I won't know?"

"No!" Isabela insisted. "You're not listening. I'm infertile, Kianna. This," she ran her hand over her stomach, "this shouldn't happen."

"Praise the Maker! It's a miracle," Kianna said sarcastically.

This won Kianna a slap in the face. Kianna grabbed the offending hand none too gently.

"You don't get to be mad at me, Isabela," Kianna shouted. "You cheated on me! I was wronged! And now, you, what? Want me to be happy for the two of you? Or do you even know who it is? Oh – no! Let me guess! You want to raise the bastard with me; we can be a merry little family!"

"SCREW YOU!" Isabela screamed, tearing her wrist from Kianna's hand.

"Not anymore!" Came Kianna's reply. "You go take your bastard somewhere else! I'm done with you!" And with that the Champion turned and began her march back up toward hightown, greatful that her back was to Isabela so the pirate couldn't see the tears streaming down her cheeks.