A/N: I had so much fun writing this chapter. Forewarning: There is voyeurism, and it is fabulous. Look out for the Lord of the Rings reference, there's a line in there any fan should remember! (If you don't though, I'm sure I can forgive you.) Oh, and I'm thinking of drawing out Hawke's Templar armor, I do not see her following suit. Ah! I forgot to mention, at the word of a reviewer (which made me giggle) this is no longer warrior!Hawke, it isn't Templar!Hawke, it is, and henceforth shall be, serious-business!Hawke. I totally threw a line in there about that, thanks Those who call me T.I.M! Anyway, enjoy!

The Chantry was a fortress of solitude for Hawke, it was quiet, which let her hear her own thoughts far louder. Occasionally, while she sat praying for guidance the Grand Cleric would rest her hand on her shoulder and then move along, but the only person she really knew here was Sebastian. She came in once a week to contemplate, she was not a devout follower, adhered to a set of rules to govern her life. No, she did not blindly follow the Maker, but she did follow his principles. The hum of the Chant brought her peace, reminded her of the life she used to have before the Blight.

"You seem far more, concentrated today. What answers are you looking for, Hawke?" Sebastian had sat next to her. He often did sit with her, he found her to be the only friend he had that didn't want anything from him, that wasn't secretly corrupt. Aside from Elthina, of course, but she was a mentor, not really a friend. He didn't know much about her, and she didn't know much about him, they didn't need to, the Chantry was the only common ground they needed to be friends. They often spoke of things like goals and ambitions, opinions and beliefs.

"I am trying to decide whether or not I should don my Templar armor again. I cannot be a part of this Order, but in my heart I know that a Templar is who I am." Sebastian had already known of her Templar past (he and Aveline were the only ones, well, aside from Fenris, but that was long after), and he understood why she did not stand with Kirkwall Order, even he knew that they were walking a dangerous path. He wondered if Hawke could make a difference as a Templar here, but he also knew her thoughts on that, "There are still good men among them, but trying to change the rest would be like trying to make a river run backwards, I would only be swept away myself."

"Oh? Why this sudden change of heart?" Sebastian asked.

"Everyday there are more apostates, more blood mages, and I do not have the means to combat them. I have tried to avoid having to default on my training, it is exhausting, but I feel I no longer have a choice." Hawke reminisced on the past weeks events, the death of her mother, and every life she had seen taken at the hand of malevolent magic.

"Ah, I agree. You know, Isabela told me of your experience with Anders, you are an incredibly strong woman, Hawke, to diffuse a demon so easily. Would the armor really change anything?" Sebastian refused to believe that Justice was anything better than the rest of the Fade creatures.

"She did, did she? Everyone probably knows by now, but, that is probably for the best. No, it wouldn't, but fear is a powerful motivator. You should have seen how scared Anders was when he found out, if I identify myself as a Templar, I have the advantage from the start." Hawke closed her eyes, "And I feel like I'm lying to myself, not wearing it, whether I answer to the Knight-Commander or not."

"You make a fine point, do you think your standing in the city can get it for you? I doubt they simply let anyone just anyone parade around in Templar armor." Sebastian placed his hand on Hawke's shoulder, "And have you thought about how your other friends would react?"

"Of course, I still have a friend in the Templars here, well, I assume he is still my friend. Yes, Aveline and Fenris would be proud, Varric skeptical, Isabela would constantly joke about it, and Merril would be terrified." Hawke looked up at him, "But, I think I know what I must do, thank you." Hawke stood up to leave.

"Wait, Hawke, do you know what you will do about the lyrium? You won't last long without it." Sebastian said, worried.

"I have already taken care of that, Sandal can distill mana potions for me." Hawke smiled, "And since I've already been through the process I know exactly how much I can handle."

"I'll see you you around then, Ser Hawke." Sebastian and Hawke shook hands before she left.

"Why exactly are we going to the Gallows? You've skillfully avoided this place since after we got here." Aveline asked as they stepped into the large, open expanse of the courtyard. She was toting along a large, heavy box full of Maker knows what.

"I am visiting a friend for a favor." Hawke nodded in her direction.

"What friend?" Fenris asked, doing a very poor job at masking his jealousy, he had been absolutely impossible to tame since the incident with Anders.

Isabela laughed, hard. "Hawke, that's it, I can't take anymore of this, I have to talk to you when we get back to the Hanged Man. Varric is going to want to as well." She said around giggles.

"A Templar friend. And fine, Isabela, right after we finish up here, and stop giggling." Hawke shook her head at Isabela.

"You still have Templar friends? I thought you said they all died in the siege on Lothering?" Aveline asked.

"He's not from Lothering, he was stationed at Lake Calenhad."

"He?" Isabela asked in a mockingly gruff and deep voice.

"What Isabela?" Hawke asked.

"Oh, I was just voicing what I have no doubt Fenris was thinking." Isabela smirked at her incredibly accurate statement.

"Ugh, Isabela, shut up." Aveline said, "Hawke, why didn't you get in contact with him earlier?"

"I didn't need him." Hawke said as she approached a rather official looking man, "I need to speak with Knight-Captain Cullen."

"And who are you?" He asked.

"Hawke."

The nameless Templar eyed her for a second, and then called to a man a few feet away who was deep in conversation with a recruit, "Cullen, the noble Hawke is here to see you!"

"I was wondering when the famous Hawke would show up he-" Cullen stopped short when he saw her. He took several purposeful strides forward to stand directly in front of her, far too close for Fenris's comfort. "Ser Hawke? Is that- Is that really you?"

"It is, I do not see how I could be anyone else."

"I sent for a list of the casualties of the Lothering Chantry, they told me everyone died. They told me that you died. You have no idea how good it is to see you again." Cullen smiled at her. Fenris fidgeted, taking a step closer to Hawke.

"Oh, this is just painful to watch." Isabela muttered.

"It takes more than darkspawn to kill me. My family and I fled here, we were not around to account for our own whereabouts."

Cullen smirked, "I should've known, if those four apostates that migrated from the Wilds couldn't take you down when you were on a lone patrol why would darkspawn be able to? Thrask tells me that you helped reign in the Starkhaven mages, I suppose I should have known then that it really was you."

"Why didn't you? How many Hawke's do you know?" Aveline piped in.

"I, assumed that you would rejoin the Order if it was really you. You still could, you know." Cullen spoke to her, evidently hopeful.

"I do know." Hawke nodded, dismissing the idea, or, at least she thought she was.

"I could... make a request to Knight-Commander Meredith, I know what kind of Templar you are. You could, you could be my right-hand man- woman, sorry. You are most certainly not a man, not- not that you aren't as strong as one, that isn't what I meant." Cullen stumbled, flustered by something Hawke couldn't place.

"My place is not among the Templars here, Cullen, I thank you for the offer though. I did, however, come to see if I could employ one of your smiths to repair my armor. The Templars are the only ones that know how to handle the enchantments on it."

"Of course! Do you have it with you?" Cullen did not hesitate to answer.

"Is that what's in this box, Hawke?" Aveline asked.

"Indeed." Hawke nodded, "Cullen, can you have it sent to the Amell Estate when it's finished?"

"Yes, if I have time I'll bring it myself." Cullen tilted his head a little and beamed a bright smile at her.

"Thank you, I'll see you around." Hawke and her companions turned to leave, Aveline moving to drag the box to the smith's station.

"Wait, Hawke!" Cullen called.

"Yes?" Hawke turned to ask him as he swept her into a tight hug, everyone noticing how one hand held her head to him.

"Cullen." A now furious Fenris growled, causing Cullen to back off.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to step on anyone's toes." He apologized, "I just missed you, Hawke."

"It is alright, you didn't, just don't-" Hawke started to say.

"Yes, he did." Fenris glared at him, "We should go." And they left a suddenly depressed Cullen standing in the Gallows with all of his men staring at him.

"So..." Varric said over his mug, "I've gotten a hold of some rather interesting information, Hawke."

"Don't you always have 'interesting' information?" Hawke questioned with an uncharacteristically irritated twitch to her voice. She had masterfully put off talking to Varric and Isabela for several days, aware of what the subject matter was most likely to be.

"Well, yes, but it's not usually about the residents, or in this case, lack thereof, in Darktown. I've heard that a certain mage has completely cleared out his clinic, he's gone." Varric raised an eyebrow.

"About damn time." Fenris commented.

"I'd agree. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you, Hawke?" He asked, somehow managing to raise his eyebrow even further to some unimaginable height.

"No, I have no idea." Hawke said, tone betraying nothing.

"See! I told you she'd deny it, Varric! Pay up!" Isabela said as she collected her prize. "Don't pretend like you didn't do anything, sweetheart, I heard every word. That bit at the end was my favorite though." She winked at Fenris, who quickly turned his focus to the ground. "I'd been waiting for someone to stick it to him after what he was going to do to that poor girl, I just didn't know it was going to be that soon, or that thorough."

"You were eavesdropping?" Hawke asked.

"I wasn't dropping no eaves, Ser! Besides, one of my best friends was about to confront an angry abomination while entirely exhausted, what was I supposed to do?" Isabela looked totally innocent, "I mean, I knew you could take care of yourself, but I did not expect you to throw him that far." Fenris snickered at this. "You almost hit me!"

"You were in the room?" Hawke asked, honestly surprised.

"I'm a shadow, love, I could sleep in your bed with you and you wouldn't notice." Isabela exaggerated.

"Wait, if you knew I could take care of myself, why did you waste your time watching me?" Hawke asked.

"Because, I have been suspicious of you and Fen-Fen here-"

"Do not call me that." Fenris cut in.

"Fine, Fenris." Isabela over-enunciated, "So I decided to follow you, see where you'd go when all was said and done." Fenris and Hawke just watched in horror as Isabela continued to spin her tale, "I'll admit, you two have done a very good job hiding your relationship, you even had me convinced that nothing happened that first night, damn your stoicism."

"Oh, what tipped you off?" Varric asked, taking mental notes for the story the two of them were undoubtedly going to write.

"They were too complacent, there was no more tension between them. So when I heard the very last thing little miss Hawke here said to Anders..." Isabela smiled deviously.

"You still haven't told me what she said." Aveline had arrived at the perfect time, taking her seat next to Varric, the couple this story was based on growing redder than her hair.

"She said, and I quote, 'I promised Fenris I wouldn't be out too late, he has trouble sleeping without me'." Isabela imitated Hawke perfectly, "It was then that I knew I just had to follow her home." Isabela's smile grew wider than it had all day.

"Oh God." Hawke mumbled, pressing her thumb and index finger to the bridge of her nose.

"You said that?" Aveline asked, "That's, that's actually kind of sweet."

"Uh-huh." Hawke said, nervously standing, "Fenris, I think we should go, don't you?"

He stood immediately, "I do."

"No! No! No! You can't leave at the best part." Isabela protested.

"Oh yes we can." Hawke argued.

"Why? What's wrong with the best part? This seems like a nice story for a change. I can't believe you two have hidden this from us for so long." Aveline said, totally oblivious.

"Nice?" Isabela laughed at her, "Oh, you should have heard the things Fenris said to her! They were so dominating and naughty that I just about came right there. It's a shame it was so dark, or I would have."

"I- I think I should go too." Aveline said, her jaw clenched.

As the three of them left the Hanged Man they could hear Isabela and Varric discussing titles for their story.

"See, it's things like that that make me think we should stay here at the estate, where there are locks." Hawke told Fenris while they removed their shoes, "Or at least fix up the mansion."

"Like that would stop her."

"Fair point." Hawke said as Fenris wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the side of her neck under her ear, "Oh, Fenris..."

"Hmmm..." Fenris nipped her earlobe with his teeth, pulling a shudder from her, "We don't have to stop her, you know."

Hawke spun around in his arms, "I always knew you had a nasty streak." She smirked at him and pressed him back into the wall. She caressed his hair, pushing it behind his ear, and she lightly ran her tongue over the markings that ran from the base of his neck up to the tip of his chin, causing him to tip his head back.

"Hawke..." Fenris started, finding it difficult to interrupt her, "Who's here? There's an extra pair of greaves by the door."

"I don't," Hawke said, her fingers grazing the protrusion below his belt, "really care."

"I like the way you think," Fenris twisted them around so that Hawke now had her back to the wall, "let them come." He attacked her mouth with a voracious fervor, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth, entwining his fingers in her hair. She hated being submissive, but with Fenris it was more than a little bit nice, she trusted him.

When he pushed his fingers against her leathers under her armored skirt Hawke slammed her fist back into the wall with a loud moan that made Fenris chuckle. She hit the wall so hard the painting next to them broke free of it and landed with a shattering crash, she had underestimated her own strength yet again. In an attempt to silence her inevitable cries Fenris latched on to her mouth again, but the noise had already been made.

"Hawke, are you alright! I- Uh- Oh, I'm so terribly sorry." An incredibly dejected looking Cullen turned his head from them after bursting through the doorway.

"Oh Maker, Cullen..." Hawke said as Fenris quite deliberately took his time pulling away from her, running his hand along the inside of her thigh as he took his hand from beneath her skirt.

"I was going to wait until you came in, but I heard a crash and I- I'm so sorry." Cullen was a furious shade of red and an absolutely testosterone-fueled pride had shown itself in the form of a smile spread across Fenris's face.

"It's alright, what did you need?" Hawke asked, irritated at the interruption.

"I brought your armor over, I had the smith put some new enchantments on it." Cullen seemed to get over his embarrassment, seeing as all he could seem to look at, glare at, imagine killing with the lasers coming out of his eyes, etc., was Fenris. "Bodahn helped me put it on the stand in the foyer."

"Thank you, Cullen, I appreciate it." Hawke bowed her head to him.

"Of course, Ser Hawke. I should go." Cullen stepped around the two towards the door, grabbing his greaves.

"Yes, you should." Fenris said as he shut, and locked, the door behind him.

"You know, you are just terrible." Hawke said through a smile.

"Oh, and why is that?" Fenris asked as he locked the door on the other side of the vestibule and stalked back over to her.

"You knew it was him that was here the whole time, didn't you? You knew those were his boots, you would have never missed that." Hawke half-heartedly accused.

"And what if I did?" He laced his hands around her and pulled her hips toward him.

"Well, if you did," Hawke cupped his face in her hands, "I just might have to reward you for your powerful skills of observation." She placed a painfully light kiss on his lips.

"Do I get to choose my reward?" Fenris asked in an increasing lower voice.

"Oh, I think I know what you want." Hawke purred, pulling away to fiddle with the straps of her armor, slowly undressing before him. Each piece of metal hitting the ground with a deafening sound. When she finally shimmied out of the final layer of leathers she was left in only her breast-band.

"You- You didn't wear..." Fenris trailed off, obtaining a further understanding of why his early actions had a such profound effect. Hawke knelt down to pull him free of his trousers, she loved that he didn't wear the same complicated armor that most warriors did.

"No... I didn't." Hawke smiled up at him as his trembling manhood sprung free, "But I received a letter telling me that he was going to show up today, and I just assumed that it would be for the best to prepare for the inevitable."

"So you let me-" Fenris groaned as Hawke lightly massaged his sack, "You planned-" He was stopped short by another groan, "Hawke, have I told you how much I love you today?"

"Always." Hawke's velvet voice sang as she lowered her mouth onto him, slowly pushing herself farther down with each passing second. When she reached the base, quite carefully, I might add, he twitched and bucked against her face, and her resulting moan caused a vibration that made Fenris grip her by the hair. She sucked deeply as she pulled back and he called out her name. She moved tortuously slow, and when she had almost made her way back out she looked up and stared into his eyes.

Fenris pushed her back down, so he could stare at her, staring at him with his cock in her mouth. "Hawke..." He laid his hand on the side of her face. It was another sight he would never get used to, knowing that she would do this for him, that she wanted to do this for him. How could he have ever even considered leaving her?

She descended on him once again, this time much more quickly, down, down, back, down, down, back again. There was only so much of this he could take though, he gently tugged at her chin and eventually she was standing to face him. She lewdly licked a bead of pre-cum off of her lip.

He shoved her back up against the wall, in the exact same spot she had been when Cullen had so rudely interrupted them. He tried to be gentle, but she couldn't do things like that and expect him to be able to hold it together! Fenris spread her legs with one hand and undid the breast-band with the other. His hands then went to work on her breasts, each one taking control of their own, personal globe. His member nestled against her thigh, waiting for it's turn.

"Fenris, Fenris please," Hawke panted, "don't make me beg."

"Ah, we'll save that for another time, then." He whispered in her ear as he lifted one of her legs up around him. He pressed himself into her, only half-filling her aching need before lifting her other leg, using the wall as leverage.

Hawke wrapped her legs around him, a silent beg for more, and he complied, delving into her completely. She let out a very audible sigh of relief. It was slow at first, their dance of passion, but they soon couldn't help but bring up the tempo. Fenris skillfully worked one hand between them to rub her clit with a loving fire as their sounds grew louder.

Then someone was messing with the outer door. Fenris slowed, unsure, as the lock began to click under the hands of a pick. Hawke bucked against Fenris's hesitation and grabbed his face, "Fenris, I don't care who that is, do not stop!"

There was a new surge of arousal between them, knowing that there was almost no way they could stop the intruder from walking in on them. Fenris's strokes grew in fury as the door opened, he turned to the guest and shouted "Go!"

So, Isabela shut the door, with herself on the wrong side of it, smirking at their coupling. Fenris stopped dead but Hawke kept flailing, grinding herself against him, "Fenris, please, I don't care, she- just-" Fenris couldn't help himself, Hawke was lost to passion and there was no bringing her back. He couldn't deny her, he thrust into her with capricious abandon and found himself sickly turned on by Isabela's voyeurism. "Ah, Fenris, oh- oh- right there!" Hawke clung to him as they gave into their orgasm together, and when they came down from the haze of it all, Isabela was gone.

"Where did she go?" Hawke asked, still gasping for breath as they put themselves back together.

"I am not certain. Hawke, did you-" Fenris stopped unsure what wording to use.

"Yes, I most definitely did." Came her immediate response.

"You don't even know what I was going to ask." He protested.

"Oh, yes I do. You were going to ask if I enjoyed her being here as much as you did, am I incorrect?"

"No, actually, you aren't." Fenris smiled, the wonders that were Hawke never seemed to cease.

"Good." Hawke smirked at him as they finally ventured into the estate.

Fenris and Hawke decided, that unless Isabela brought it up, they would never speak to her about what had occurred. They were also quite certain that she would bring it up herself. So, when Merril asked them to the Hanged Man for a favor they expected her to make a spectacle about it, but she didn't, not yet, at least.

"I don't really like meeting in this place, but I know how you dislike the Alienage." Merril said while Isabela winked at Hawke from the bar. Hawke couldn't help but laugh a little. "What's so funny, did Isabela make a face again? Oh, I don't really care, this is serious business, Hawke. I need your help."

"With what?" Hawke asked.

"I need help with the mirror, the Dalish have a tool that I think can fix it, but I need you to come with me to confront the Keeper, she scares me sometimes." Merril said, Fenris diligently kept his mouth shut.

"Alright, I'll take Varric and Isabela, we'll go ask her today." Hawke agreed.

"Without me?" Merril asked, wide-eyed like a child.

"No, you can come too, I suppose taking five wouldn't be that big of a deal."

"Oh yes! We'll have to stop for berries, I love berries! It's a shame they don't have the same ones they had in Ferelden." Merril sadly shook her head, "I'll go get ready! I'll meet you at the gates in an hour!" And Merril scampered off.

"Are we really going to help her?" Fenris asked.

"No, we're going to stop her."

"That's my girl." Fenris smirked at her.

It was a long trek to Sundermount, and what seemed like an even longer battle to get the Arulin'holm. No one stopped Hawke when she refused to give it to Merril though, in fact, just about everyone agreed. Isabela was indifferent however.

Part way through their stop for lunch, when everything had gotten dreadfully silent, Isabela did what Isabela always does, she made things awkward, or, she tried.

"So, Hawke, how did things go yesterday, after you left us?" She asked, Varric snickered.

'Oh Maker, he knows.' Hawke thought. "Perfectly, we had a very unexpected visitor." Her voice didn't falter, not in the slightest.

"Was I that much of a hassle?" Isabela asked with a pout.

"I wasn't talking about you."

"Oh... Then who?"

"Cullen stopped by to drop off my armor."

"He did? Did you... treat him to a show, too?"

Fenris had to cover his mouth to stop himself from laughing out all of his food, his pride swelling again at the memory. It was Merril that answered her, "Oh, I didn't know you and Fenris were actors!" Hawke's face was blank, she had no idea how to reply to that.

"Oh yes, they most certainly are." Varric replied for her.

"What kind of acting do you two do, Hawke?" Merril asked, and yet again, Hawke was speechless.

"Well, Merril, Fenris is exactly the kind of 'actor' I thought he would be, but Hawke, oh, my, my, behind closed doors she is not the stoic leader you think she is." Isabela smiled at the naive elf.

"Isn't that the point of acting, to be someone you're not?" Merril was rightly confused.

"They aren't actually talking about acting, Merril." Hawke finally spoke, shaking her head.

"I don't understand."

"Sex, dear, whenever you don't get something, it's sex." Isabela said quite bluntly.

"Uh- Oh! That's... very personal and it is none of my business!" Merril blushed something awful and Isabela turned her attention back to Hawke.

"Seriously though, Hawke, I never thought that our 'never back down', 'never give up the advantage' leader would ever allow herself to be shoved into a wall and hammered into a-"

"That is enough, Isabela!" Hawke cut her off, truly growing angry.

"Fine, fine. You might be able to stop me from saying it, but you can't stop me from writing it."

"Ugh." Hawke turned back to her food.

"I quite like your new armor, Hawke." Merril said in the silence.

"Wh- really?" Hawke asked, "Do you even know what it is?"

"It's Templar armor, isn't it? But it doesn't look like all the other Templars. It's very pretty, though." Merril actually knew something.

"That's, very nice of you, Merril." Hawke said, still surprised.

"Are you a part of the Order now?"

"Oh no, not at all, I used to be though."

"So, can you do all that anti-magic stuff?"

"Of course."

"That's very good." Merril's surprising answer yet again gave Hawke pause.

"Really?" Isabela asked, "You do realize that you are a mage right?"

"Yes, obviously I do, but Hawke likes me, she wouldn't do something like that, not if she didn't have to. And we seem to fight a lot of mages, it should come in handy."

"That's a very reasonable position, Merril." Hawke added.

"Unlike the one you were in yesterday, Hawke," Isabela added, "that was anything but reasonable. It was really hot though." Hawke just shook her head and sighed again.

The rest of their lunch went off without a hitch, but the rest of their journey home, however, did not.

A/N: Did you catch the reference? Did you like it? I quite liked it. Do we want to see more of Isabela like this? I assume most of you can guess what happens on the journey back to Kirkwall, if not, it should be obvious a very short way into the chapter. Are there any opinions on the difference between Hawke as a leader and Hawke in sexy times? What kind of piece do you all want to see in the next few chapters? Any particular elements you'd like? Tell me about in the reviews!