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Chapter 3 – Baby steps.

I feel like a broken record. Here I am again, in the dark. I remember being led through the alleys until my legs gave out and whoever was half dragging me, I think it was the dark haired one, ended up carrying me. A task I wish on no man, I'm not exactly light. Although back to the current moment in time. The black fog is disappearing and I'm waking up. I've not been placed on the softest of surfaces, a pallet I think. I groan and open my eyes. I can hear people rush over. 'E'sy, rem'mber 'ht 'appened las' time..' I mutter. I hear some laugh and a not very impressed huff. They move away, and I rub my head, fucking hell my face still hurts. They wait on me, I move grumpily and sit up, swinging my legs over the bed. After my eyes get in to bloody focus I look around at my unlikely rescuers. The blonde one was staring at me with a sour look on his face. I ignore his little pissy mood and look at the others, there was that drop dead gorgeous elf, I think he is an elf. The supermodel wannabe black haired one, I broke his nose, I winced at the memory. It didn't seem to affect his looks. Then there was the dwarf sized man. Not bad looking, and he looked like he had a smart mouth.

'Hey, how are you feeling?' The dwarven one asked.

I roll my eyes as I look at him, 'how do you bloody think?' I snap instinctively. I sigh and bow my head, 'sorry, I shouldn't have said that.'

'Yes well, it seems you have a tendency to act before you think,' the blonde one muttered. I scowl and give him the finger, earning a laugh and a chuckle from the elf and supermodel.

'Hold on.' I say holding up my hand, 'this is fucking stupid. I can't keep mentally referring to you all as,' I look at the blonde one. 'Where the sun doth not shine,' I say to him causing him to frown in a childlike way, which just makes me smile. I look at the dwarf, 'lips on legs,' he chuckles. Then I look at the elf and the supermodel. 'And you two, Snowy and Busted.' They look at each other and raise a brow. 'You all know my name, what's yours?'

Busted stepped forward with a half smile on his face, his nose didn't look bad, seeing as I had broken it. It just had a little bump. 'I'm Garrett Hawke, most people just call me Hawke,' he said giving me a mock bow. 'The blonde one there is Anders. You'll find that he has no sense of humour,' he said quietly behind his hand making me return his grin. 'The one known as Snowy, is Fenris. Although I rather like Snowy and will probably call him that from now on.' He said earning a scowl and a rumble of protest from the elf. Garrett may have the looks. But that elf has the voice. Garrett winked at me, making me roll my eyes. 'Last. But most of all not least, Varric. The mouthy, warm, lovable glue that sticks us all together,' Garrett chuckled.

'That sounds attractive,' Varric laughs.

'Right. So, Hawke, Fenris, Anders and Varric,' I say pointing at them each, Garrett nodded happily and smiled at me. I feel a light blush and curse myself for it. Varric was giving me a thoughtful look.

'Where do you live?' He asked softly. I look stumped. I am fucking stumped. I don't know. I don't know where I even am. I settle for a shrug not to show the roiling confusion inside. Varric sucks air through his teeth and looks at Anders who shakes his head, he looks at Garrett who gives him a very pointed look. To my wonder he doesn't even glance at Fenris. 'Well, I guess you'll have to bunk with me then,' he says with a grin.

'My place is full already,' Garrett says almost apologising. I tilt my head and nod lightly. Okay, fair enough, I didn't expect any of them to like, take me in, as if I was a stray. To be perfectly honest, the thought of accommodation didn't even cross my mind. My identity crisis was being rather selfish and hogging all my brain.

'Come on Vixen,' Varric says beckoning me to follow him. I nod and get up, faltering slightly but refuse help as Garrett tries to steady me.

'Where are we going?' I ask him, as I pass Fenris and Anders, both of them scowling at me. I square my shoulders and ignore their looks. Bastards. Like I give a fuck what they think.

'The Hanged Man,' Varric replies with a grin.

'Which is?' I say as I pull up my hood, I feel more comfortable this way. It's almost like a shield to the world. Garrett waves goodbye, I twitch my fingers at him in a small way of a wave. Varric laughed.

'Oh Vixen, you definitely haven't been around here long, have you? It's the local watering hole,' he announced.

'The pub? Thank fuck.' I say relieved. 'I could do with a drink.'

'First rounds on me,' Varric says as we rounded the corner.

'All rounds you mean,' I correct. 'I have about as much money as Anders does a sense of humour.' This caused Varric to burst into deep chuckles.

'I knew I liked you for a reason,' he said theatrically wiping an eye. I smiled at his reaction, glad to have found someone I could call a friend. 'I suppose I could treat you to a few rounds. I mean I did get to see you throw down Hawke and Anders,' he added generously. 'You'll be fine Vixen. Uncle Varric will sort you out,' he said with a skip in his step and we came to a building. 'Home, sweet home,' he announced opening his arms wide. I looked at the building and internally cringed.

'It looks great,' I said weakly.

'Oh Vixen, I've got to teach you to lie at least,' he replied shaking his head.

Yeah, sorry it's short. Please review.