A/N: It's finally here! And I'm pretty much 100% sure that you're going to love it! (At least I hope so.) The reason that the romance doesn't take place on the same time-line that the one in game does is because one, this isn't the game, and two, I really want to see how some of the quests go while in a finished romance. Forewarning, this a warrior!Hawke, as you know, but I never mentioned specialization, which in this case are Templar and Berserker, I wouldn't normally make a point to tell you, but it's pertinent information. Oh, and I LOVE all of my reviews! You guys make this worth doing, and TamaraAnn1978, the three words were "The Almighty Butt." (Not that they were exactly like that.) Alright, enough talk, enjoy!

It was a slow, normal morning, Fenris had awoke to a busy Hawke, cooking something that would probably taste awful. Fenris was always confused by her cooking, it smelled wonderful, but it tasted terrible every time. It was better than anything he could make though. It smelled like some sort of stew, which was odd for breakfast, but it was both their favorites, and just so happened to be the only moderately acceptable dish Hawke could make.

She was pouring bowls of the stew when he walked in, "Morning, I hope I wasn't too loud. You seemed awfully content sleeping so I took the liberty of making breakfast." She smiled at him, he would never get enough of that smile, because he knew that it was only his. She was never sweet like this to anyone else, this was his Hawke.

"No, not at all." Fenris stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, dropping his head to her hair for a long inhale. He did this every morning, to remind himself that she was still there, that she would stay with him no matter what, even if he did make a habit of smelling her hair.

Hawke turned in his arms and placed her hands flat on his chest, "Come now, we have food to eat, and if I let you do that for as long as I know you really want to it will most certainly get cold."

He laughed, soft and low, "I suppose so." So they sat at a still dilapidated table and ate, waiting a few minutes before their usual conversation started. "Alright, what's on the agenda for the day?"

"Well," Hawke said, pausing for a moment to think of how to tell Fenris her plans, "Anders asked me to help him with something today, and since you two can't stand each other I was going to take Varric and Aveline."

Fenris's relaxed posture immediately stiffened, "You know I don't like him. I don't understand why you insist on helping him with everything."

"Because he helped me, I would have never got the estate back without those maps." Hawke said, although by now she spent most of her time at Fenris's mansion, leaving the estate all but useless.

"And if he had really helped you, maybe your sister wouldn't be dead." Fenris stared at her intently as she slowly set her spoon down and clenched her jaw.

"We've been over this before, Fenris, it was the Deep Roads or the Circle. I would rather not argue again, please, I understand that you don't like him, that's why I'm not going alone." Hawke explained.

"Do you still remember your Templar training?" Fenris asked, knowing that she rarely used it.

"Yes, of course I do."

"Good, do you know when you'll be back?"

"I have no idea, it shouldn't be for more than the day though."

"I assume the stew was a bribe then?" Fenris asked after several long moments, finally smiling again.

"Oh, you know me so well!" Hawke chimed.

Despite how trusting Hawke was of the abomination something still didn't sit right with Fenris, you know, aside from the abomination thing. His suspicions would not die down no matter how hard he tried. He knew it was jealousy, he just didn't know if it was founded or not.

They shared a light goodbye kiss, "Promise you won't be out too late?"

"Promise." Hawke said, and Fenris watched her from the door until she was out of sight.

"What do you mean you can't go?" Hawke asked, irritated.

"I mean I can't go, I have far too much work to do, being the Guard-Captain isn't easy. Get Sebastian to go, I'm sure he's free." Aveline said over a stack of paperwork.

"Anders and Sebastian don't get along either, and since this is bound to be yet another vigilante Justice mission I need someone that isn't going to piss him off."

"I guess that means Merril is out of the question too, you could always ask Isabela, she gets along with him alright." Aveline hardly looked up while she spoke.

"I suppose so, hopefully her and Varric's incessant rambling doesn't get on his nerves."

"With all the tip-toeing around we've had to do with him, I'm starting to not care about his nerves." Aveline shook her head, "I'll see you around Hawke."

"Ah, Hawke, there you are! I was wondering when you'd show up!" Isabela had ambushed her outside the Hanged Man.

"Just the girl I wanted to see, are you free today?" Hawke asked.

"For what is undoubtedly going to be a bloody Templar hunt? Of course I'm free!" Isabela's beaming smile was quite mischievous.

"Varric told you? Speaking of, where is he?"

"Uh, well, that's the thing, I'm filling in for him, he drank way too much last night and he's still out flat. I think this whole thing with Bartrand is hitting him harder than he lets on." Isabela frowned for a moment, "So it's just you and me today!"

"How do you know we're not still going to get Aveline?" Hawke questioned.

"You, Hawke, are predictable, you do everything in the least amount of time possible. If she was going with us you would have brought her on your way from Hightown. So, unless we're going to take Merril..." Isabela trailed off.

"No." Hawke stated.

"Then it's just you, me, and the second glowing blue man that's in love with you." Isabela raised a suggestive eyebrow as they turned to head to Darktown.

"Oh, this is going to be plenty of fun."

The are three distinctive parts about Darktown that anyone who has ever been there remembers, the first of which is how it looks, run-down and thoroughly disgusting. The second is the smell, piss, feces, and dirt, not to mention the decay that litters the darkness. The third and final part is the people, if poverty, hunger, and desperation had a face, it would be the face of every poor soul that was privileged to live in Darktown. The clinic was the real reason Hawke always went back to Anders, she hated him for what he was, but she loved what he did, well, most of what he did. There were times when she doubted that the good outweighed the bad, when she truly did blame him for Bethany's death. Then that self-deprecating part of her would return and she'd remember that if there was anyone to blame, it was herself. Hawke was rational enough not to put herself at fault for Carver's death, and her mother died at the hands of someone she never really had a chance to stop, but Bethany... Varric had tried to convince her that it was Bartrand, but Hawke knew that the choice to take Bethany to the Deep Roads ultimately fell on her, and she'd never forgive herself for it. It was her supreme failure, the moment that would forever mark everything she did, every decision she made. So maybe it was that that kept her from cutting ties with Anders, she knew he was no good, that helping him would lead to a mistake, it was in her gut, and her gut was never wrong. But, at the same time, she couldn't stand to see that clinic close, every life that was saved, every brother, every parent, every child, every sister, that made it worth stepping around his feelings all the time, even though their beliefs were so different.

She thought about it every time she walked through the alleys of Darktown to see Anders, and not even Isabela's cheerful banter could pull her out of it. The turn Hawke took from being herself to being this introverted mess was a slow one, so slow that none of her companions that were ever with her noticed it, except for Anders, because he never saw the change, just the result. She never told him what was wrong, he had asked, or course, but she'd deflect. So, after a few times, Anders wouldn't say anything about the sorrow that plagued Hawke's otherwise perfect face, he'd just put his hand on her shoulder and smile as they walked back into his shady excuse for an office, today was no different. It was a gesture that reminder her of the way Carver treated Bethany, no matter how often they butted heads he was always there for her when she was upset. Most would assume that remembering that would make Hawke feel worse, but for her it was better, it was a reminder that Carver and Bethany were still alive, even if it was only the actions of others.

"Varric and Aveline couldn't make it today?" Anders asked.

"Aveline was busy, and-" Hawke started, but Isabela had this awful habit of cutting people off.

"And Varric was hungover, this whole Bartrand thing has made him a frightful mess."

"Ah, I see. Well I'm glad you came, I have quite the bit of news." Anders looked rather somber, "I've become painfully aware of a templar plan that has been coined as 'The Tranquil Solution'. I know it's real, the number of Traquil at the Gallows has increased at an alarming rate, and these are mages that I know passed their Harrowing, mages that should have never faced Tranquility. I need to find tangible proof that it exists though. I know that if I can prove it there has to be men that will stand against it."

"And is this a blind hunt? Or do we know where to start?" Hawke asked, practically guaranteeing her aid.

"I know that it's the work of a Templar named Ser Alrik, and that he has a plan to make every mage in Kirkwall Tranquil in three years. He has to be stopped."

"See! I told you! Be very, very quiet, we're hunting Templars!" Isabela piped in, much to Anders' dismay.

Hawke shook her head and rubbed her brow, "Do you have a plan? Or are we just gonna bust as many heads as we have to get an answer?"

"I'm glad you have faith in my methods," Anders spoke sarcastically with a light chuckle, "but not this time, I'm afraid if we go about this too openly it will get worse. I have friends who know a way into the Gallows, a concealed entrance here in Darktown."

"Anders, I'm sorry I have to ask this, but is this a witch hunt? Are you blaming every Templar, or just Alrik?" Hawke watched Anders with concern, squinting in the dim light.

"No, as much as I want to blame all Templars I do not, I understand that doing that is the same as judging all mages as one as well. In this case, I really do hope that the blame lies solely with Ser Alrik."

"Alright, I believe you. What do you know about him?" Hawke asked, worried about the answer.

"He's a sick, twisted, sadistic man that should have never been accepted into the Templars to begin with. I have had a run-in with him before, I and I have no doubt that he is capable of something like this. My information tells me that he's even going to the Divine herself with his plan." Anders seethed with rage even talking about him.

"This should be fun then!" Isabela added, taking away from the seriousness of it all. Anders and Hawke had to laugh at her.

Fenris felt awful about this, he was taking advantage of her hospitality, her kindness, but she had said that he could stay at the estate whenever he wished, she had said every part of her home was open to him, and technically this particular part wasn't even really her home, it was the bottom of the stairwell that led to Darktown. Was he really spying on her? Had he gotten that jealous of the few times that she visited Anders? No, he was just worried about her, Anders was dangerous. Or, at least that's what he was going to tell himself. Besides, he had nothing better to do with his day. It appeared they had already left, the clinic was locked up, so Fenris waited.

As soon as they stepped into that passage Hawke knew something was going to go terribly wrong, she and Isabela exchanged tense glances, they had the same feeling. Anders was determined though, and there was no stopping him, there was only slowing him down. Everything was going just fine, it was the proverbial calm before the storm though, and Hawke was well aware of that fact. She was acutely aware of it even, which is why she was the first to hear him, though not by much.

"And do you know what happens to mages that disobey!" He bellowed as the trio came up behind him, Anders in such a fit that Hawke had no doubt that this was not going to end peacefully.

"No, Ser, please, I don't want to be Tranquil, I'll do anything!" The girl pleaded with him, just as Anders, Justice, Vengeance, whatever he had become, intervened.

"You will not touch another mage! I will see to it that no Templar ever touches a mage again!"

The battle was fierce, as fierce as any battle with the Templar Order was. There weren't any truly serious injuries though, a few scrapes, for sure, but for the most part they were all fine. Hawke was tough, Isabela was fast, and Anders, well, there was no need to worry about him in his state.

"I will see every Templar dead for these outrages!" Vengeance called, seemingly unaware that were no Templars around to hear him.

"Calm yourself, Anders." Hawke commanded him as he stepped towards the cowering mage.

"No, get away from me, you demon!" The poor girl raised her hands in defense.

"I am no demon! Are you one of them, to call me such!" Vengeance shouted at her.

"Hawke, you better do something or this is going to go very bad, very fast." Isabela whispered to Hawke, who nodded in return.

"No, Anders, this is a victim, she is not one of them. It is over." Hawke tried to negotiate with steadily boiling temper of the spirit.

"It is never over! Every one of them will feel Vengeance's burn!" Then he pulled his hand back, calling whatever magical energy that was going to end this girl's life, a life he had moments ago fought to save, and so Hawke lunged at him. She caught his hand in both of hers and used every ounce of stamina she had left to cleanse him, to negate his magic. She silently cursed Fenris for being right all the time, he had know it would come to this, to having to use Templar techniques to stop him.

For the first time Hawke was surprised at her own strength, she had stopped Vengeance dead in it's tracks, and Anders had returned, but perhaps that was worse. Anders wasn't aware of Hawke's extra talents, he wasn't aware that it was her who stopped him, and he wasn't aware that it was her that he turned and threw into the wall where the girl had been, not until it was too late. He was winding up to stab her through the chest with the sharp end of his staff when he realized it, and then he too, halted his actions. "Ha- Hawke?" He asked, incredulous.

"Yeah, that's me." Hawke said around a cringe, still recoiling from the strength of the blow, it wasn't the first time she had been hurled into a wall though. Isabela ran to her side and lifted one of her arms around her shoulders to hoist her up.

"What the hell is wrong you, Anders? You were gonna kill that girl!" Isabela asked with a disdainful shake of her head.

"I- I, we should go. I'm sorry, Hawke." Anders hung his head and turned to walk away. He walked several feet ahead of them all the way back to the clinic. Hawke was right as rain a few moments in, but Anders couldn't help but feel like he had caused much more damage. There was also Justice screaming from the back of his mind that he was right to hurt her, she was a Templar, she was the enemy. He knew it wasn't the truth, but he couldn't help but hate her for even knowing how to do the things Templars did. More than that he hated that he didn't know the extent of it, he didn't know if she was immune to magic (though thinking about it, she probably was, spells never seemed to affect her), he didn't know if she could silence him at any time, he didn't know where she had learned it all, there was so much he didn't know. It was hate born of fear. He loved Hawke, he always had, but he pushed away from her, and she seemed to accept it. If only he knew that it wasn't that she accepted it, but that she had someone else, someone that meant far more than Anders ever would. He didn't know what to do now, he would question her about it, that much was certain, but her answers would determine whether his feelings remained the same.

Fenris finally heard the group return, heard Anders unlock the clinic doors and step inside, heard Isabela start to question Hawke. "Since when are you a Templar?"

As soon as Isabela had asked Fenris knew that something was amiss, Hawke never used her talents, it wasn't her life anymore. "Always, I suppose. Carver and I thought it was the best way to keep Bethany safe after our father died, Carver didn't make it into the Order, too undisciplined, but I was a Templar in Lothering right up until the Blight hit. That's why my first year here was so hard, lyrium withdrawals are a bitch."

Isabela giggled a little bit, Hawke didn't often swear to get her point across, "I'll bet! We'll talk more later, I've gotta get back to Varric, are you gonna be alright dealing with him?"

"Of course, the question you need to be asking is whether or not he'll be alright dealing with me, I don't know about you, but I have this sneaking suspicion that this isn't sitting well with him." Hawke winked at Isabela before she walked away, and Hawke stepped into the clinic.

Fenris was lucky he had the view that he had, the angle was just perfect enough that he could see her talking with him through the missing slats in the door, why Anders even bothered to lock it escaped him. He was obviously angry, whatever had transpired today must have been severe.

"You're damn right this isn't 'sitting well' with me! You're a Templar? Why are you even helping me? Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you just join up with the Order again when you got here? How can you possibly think that being a Templar could have ever kept your sister safe? And how many mages did you just sit by watch get made Tranquil? You are the enemy and you have been this whole time!" Anders was starting to glow again.

"Are you quite finished?" Hawke asked, obviously angered herself. She waited a moment before she continued, "I didn't tell you because I didn't think I would ever have to be a Templar again, the Order here is not the Order I joined. They are corrupt and no longer serve the purpose that they are meant to, that is why I have helped you. This isn't about Bethany and I will not speak of her. I was part of a small Chantry that had only a few Harrowings a year, and yes, in a few of them I did kill the mages that failed, but I will never forget any one of them, I remember every life I took like that."

"You ranked high enough to kill mages who failed your test, did you rank high enough perform the Rite of Tranquility?" Anders was still half-shouting.

"Yes, I did. Our chapter was small and I was talented, it was my job and my decision."

"So you didn't just watch it happen, you did it yourself!" Anders was really shouting now, but he wasn't glowing anymore, so Fenris hung back, he knew Hawke could take care of herself.

"Yes, Anders, I did, whenever a Templar found a mage that they thought was out of control it was my choice whether they got sent to the Circle Tranquil or not, if you can't handle that you do not have to continue asking for my help." Hawke ground her teeth together to stop herself from shouting back at him.

"And how many was it? How many innocent people did you make Tranquil?"

"One, and he chose it himself. I never made a mage Tranquil that couldn't be helped."

Anders didn't know what to say, he had obviously lost that line of anger, he couldn't be upset with her for performing the Rite on someone that asked for it. "Did you know what you were sending them to? I've been in the Circle at Lake Calenhad, I know what it's like! Do you?"

"No, and it wasn't my choice where to send them. All of the mages we caught were sent to the same place, all I did was deem whether or not they were too dangerous."

"So you were an inspector? You just held all that power and you expect me to believe it didn't go to your head?" Anders sat down on the cot they were standing next to and buried his head in his hands, "How am I ever supposed to trust you again when I know that you're strong enough to make me Tranquil in an instant?"

Hawke sat next to him and placed her hand on his shoulder, "Anders, you would have killed that girl today if I hadn't stopped you and you're an abomination, but if I was going to make you Tranquil I would have done it by now. You do far too much good and I don't want you hurt."

Fenris was going to be sick, she was being nice to him, sweet. He thought that Hawke saw Anders as more of a brother than anything, but the look on Anders' face told Fenris without a doubt that being siblingswas not what Anders had in mind. With what happened next, he was sure that Hawke must have felt the same way all along.

Anders leaned in wound his fingers through her hair as he kissed her. 'Push him off, Hawke. Push. Him. Off!' Fenris thought, but Hawke only placed her hands lightly on Anders' chest, just as she done to him that very morning. He wanted to barge in and stop him, he wanted to rip his head right off of his body, but he just ran. And as he turned to run he saw Anders pushing Hawke back to lie on the cot. In his retreat he could have sworn he heard her cry out to that, thing, 'Ah, Anders, more!'

Her eyes caught him a moment too late, as she stepped into the very next room she was shoved back against the wall by the door frame. Fenris had her pinned, arms held at her side, his whole body pressed hard against her as he stared her down, "What the fuck did you think you were doing?"

"What the hell, Fenris? What are you talking about!" Hawke asked, only half-trying to get away from him, Fenris was never angry for no reason, and as much as losing the advantage scared her, this was Fenris after all.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" He pulled her arms up above her head as to free up one of his hands, which he used to start unfastening the various buckles on the lower section of her armor. Now, that confused the hell out of her, why was he angry and undressing her?

"No, Fenris, I don't! What has gotten into you?" Hawke twisted her hips, trying much harder to free herself from him, his incredibly dextrous hands already having freed her from the top layer of her armor, but she was still exhausted from the days events. She had always picked armor that took the least hassle, but now she was regretting her decision.

"You! You and that, that thing!" Fenris snarled in her ear, ripping away what he could of her leathers, leaving her standing there with all armor intact, save for the skirt-esque piece he had removed. The only thing standing between him and his prize was a thin pair of panties.

"Wha-" Hawke started to ask again, before it dawned on her exactly why he was upset, "Oh..." She trailed off, still a little confused, but why would he be upset about that? And why would he do this, whatever it was that this was?

"If you want to be fucked that badly, it will be me that fucks you!" He roared at her, and he ripped her underclothes clean off of her. She was breathing heavily and she was incredibly confused, but this was what she wanted, right? The whole time she was with Anders all she could think of was how much she missed Fenris, how much she wanted to get away from that abomination and be with him. Why was he this angry though? She hoped that this was some sort of game he had heard of from Isabela, because he wasn't making any sense.

Her thoughts were cut short as he pounded into her in one, clean stroke, totally ignorant of the concept of foreplay. Had he been naked this whole time? She cried out and slammed her head back into the wall, it had been so long. Fenris grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back to him, never withdrawing himself from her. He stared her in the eye, looking more like a beast than a man, "Let's get one thing straight, this me doing this to you, you are mine, and you will scream my name! Do you understand me?" Fenris growled as he gruffly moved the two of them to the cold mansion floor.

"Yes! Yes, Fenris, yes! Please just, just move!" Hawke begged.

So he did, their first time together had been frantic and frenzied, but this was angry and primal. Fenris was unrelenting and vicious, and Hawke loved every second of it. She lifted her still-armored legs and called out to him, "Fen- ah- You, you, ah! More! Harder!"

"My name, Hawke! Say my name!" He commanded, the lyrium in him pulsing and pounding, making everything that much more intense.

"Fenris!" Hawke called, her moans adding far more syllables than were necessary, and when they came together he crushed his mouth to hers, swallowing her cries.

They laid together like that for an unnameable amount time before they made their way silently to Fenris's bed, removing what armor Hawke had left and laying together in a tense and awkward embrace. Fenris was ready to forgive her, he couldn't stand the idea of being without her, but he wasn't about to let her just get away with this. "Hawke, I love you, but if you ever sleep with that abomination again, I swear I'll-"

"What? You think I slept with him!" Hawke asked, bewildered, pushing away from him only slightly.

"I saw you. I went to the clinic to make sure you got back all right and I'll admit it was partially jealously but-"

"Stop right there. First of all, I'm certain that it was a lot more than partially jealousy, and second of all, you did not stay for the whole thing."

"Why the hell would I?" Fenris was getting angry again.

"Because nothing happened." Hawke stated, "Now do you want me to explain what actually occurred?" Fenris only nodded.

Hawke sat next to him and placed her hand on his shoulder, anything to stop him from being upset like this, he was going to hurt someone, or himself, "Anders, you would have killed that girl today if I hadn't stopped you and you're an abomination, but if I was going to make you Tranquil I would have done it by now. You do far too much good and I don't want you hurt."

He moved so fast, she couldn't risk angering him by shoving him away, and when his lips claimed hers she stiffened, waiting for it to end, but he must have thought that she needed more convincing and he wound his fingers through her hair, doubling his onslaught. She had no strength left, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop him if the spirit took over again, she couldn't make him mad.

She lifted her hands to his chest and gently pushed, trying to stop him, but he took it as encouragement and shoved her back, not that it took much with how weak she was from having to revert to her Templar techniques. Hawke didn't have lyrium to fuel her anymore, so it was a much more drastic experience. So she did the only thing she could think of, she tried to tap into the reserve stores of rage she had felt earlier when he was going to attack that girl, she thought about how much she hated him for this, she thought about how upset Fenris would be if he knew, and she mustered up enough of her Berserk strength to fling him off of her with a wail, "Anders, no more!" She cried.

"I- Hawke- I thought you-" Anders tried to explain as he stumbled to stand.

"No, Anders, just no. You're my friend, not that!" Hawke struggled to calm herself down, not realizing how bad this rage would affect her. She stood up and stormed towards the door.

"Wait, Hawke!" Anders called, and she stopped, but didn't look at him. "Why can't we be more than that? Please."

She still didn't turn to face him, "Because Anders, when it comes right down to it, while you do good work here, you are an abomination, and I will always be a Templar, and there will always be a part of me that wants to Tranquilize the shit out of you. Besides, Fenris is waiting for me to get home, I promised him I wouldn't be out too late, he has trouble sleeping without me." She enunciated each word with a harsh sting, and then she left.

"You- you actually said that to him?" Fenris asked in disbelief.

"Of course I did, why would I lie about something like this? I doubt we're going to see any more of him." Hawke confirmed.

He stared at her, just, stared and stared, trying to find some way to quantify what he felt for her in that moment, how he could ever describe all the ways she'd changed him. She stopped his thoughts with a kiss and laid her hand on his cheek, "You know, that's the first time you've ever said that to me, I think I like it."

"Uh- said what?" Fenris asked, feeling kind of stupid for not know what she was talking about.

"That you love me."

Fenris smiled at her, surprisingly more comfortable with it than he thought he would be, "Oh, that? You'd better like that, because it's not going to stop."

"I love you, too, Fenris." Hawke whispered with a giggle.

They lay in a blissful silence for a few moments before Fenris spoke up, thoroughly surprising Hawke, "We're never going back to not having sex, right?"

"Not in a thousand years."

"Good.

A/N: And there we have it! I hoped you liked it! (It's my first published piece of smut, so constructive criticism is welcome. I understand that that segment was probably too short though.) Did you catch Isabela's Bugs Bunny reference? Any suggestions for the next piece, any specific quest you'd want to see? I'm thinking of something really heartbreaking (like half-dead Hawke) for the end of Act 2, and both of Fenris's companion quests! And yes, Anders will be gone until his inevitable return at the Gallows. I know, I know, my distaste for Anders is quite evident, but I wouldn't have been so mean if he was Awakenings Anders instead of Terrorist Anders, although I don't really think any of you care. Oh! And I'd love to know if you'd like me to prioritize this or A Rogue's Discretion!