AN: Hehe, hope you're glad as I am to have Morrigan back, and don't bash my head in if it isn't in character. And yes, it's a short chapter, but hey a short update is better then nothing right? ;) *updated*, woho, I accidentally saved another version of this chapter, sigh me, so yes, I hope the typos are gone now at least *wink at Erynnar* thank you for pointing it out though otherwise I wouldn't have seen it, hehe :)
"Oh look what the bird dragged in." She heard Alistair say. The hate and frustration in his voice was very obvious. Diana was in to much shock mixed with so many emotions; anger, sadness, confusion and happiness. So it had exploded to nothingness, and she sat there with her mouth open when seeing the witch. So many questions she wanted to ask.
"Oh, how very clever." The witch snorted in Alistair's direction.
"Have you ever learned to knock on people's doors, Morrigan? Maybe you haven't heard of it but It's called manners." He growled.
"You would have been the excellent tutor for 'tis purpose, I assume? After all, you showed manners especially to the woman sitting in front of you during the Blight. If I recall correctly, your foolish two-year brain yelled and acted like a child whenever our leader did difficult decisions." She scoffed at him. Even in the room, with the only light coming from the fire place, you could see red color appearing fast on Alistair's cheeks.
"I have missed you so much, Morrigan. Oh, wait. Not!"
"I can assure you, Alistair. The feelings are mutual." The witch responded dryly. "However, I'm not here for you, 'tis should cause immediate happiness on both parts." For the first time, Morrigan looked at her.
Diana looked down on the stone floor immediately, not wanting to meet the witches eyes. When she had pictured the moment of actually meeting her old friend again, this had not been it. Those fantasies, she had been either very angry or very happy. She was stuck in a limbo in between, not really knowing how to feel.
"Hi Morrigan." Her voice was weak and felt very absent, like this was all a dream, even a good one at that, considering what nightmares plagued her during these lonely nights. All she wanted to do was to hug the witch. They had been close before she slept with Zevran. And then she left, Diana regretted how she had handled the situation. Then her mind woke up and glared at her stomach - It was still flat, how could that be? She had been so very certain of her theory about Morrigan.
The with considered her a moment before speaking again.
"I'm sure you figured it out, unlike 'tis foolish templar, have you not?" She noted to Diana's stare, ignoring Alistair's comment about how less stupid he had become.
"I...so many questions." Diana whispered, her voice thin and oddly detached.
She tried to stand up, then the revelation of the shaking legs caved in. Alistair was by her side quicker then the wind, helping her sit down on the bed once again.
"You should sleep." He whispered, while he brushed her curls from her face.
"Who wouldn't want to when you are with them?" Morrigan sniffed disgustingly.
Alistair's eyes closed.
"Well, you can leave whenever you want to. Please do that." He responded.
"I will not. I need to speak to Diana."
"Leave or I will mention the resemblance your nose have to that bitch of a mother." He said teasingly.
"You wouldn't dare." Her eyes glaring at the templar.
"Or would I?" Alistair continued with the same mischievously tone, "You can see it even more now, these past months have added that nice little crookiness your mother had."
Morrigan smiled in the tact of her eyebrows.
"Crookiness? Just when I thought you couldn't be more of an idiot. I'm glad to see I was proven wrong in 'tis matter."
Diana had just been sitting there, quite in shock, but the banter between Alistair and Morrigan brought back so many memories. The good ones, the ones she shared with so many people. Those that were her friends. All those few cherished moments that was found in the midst of darkness and despair. It all went by in flashes in her mind, the light that shone on their grim existence. She started to laugh. The templar and the witch looked at her, both looking dumb by the sudden change. She continued to laugh, when was the last time she did? She couldn't even remember. The last months had been grim and gut-wrenching. It was nice to let go. They both spoke to her, nothing registered in her brain. Then the tears started to flow, in the mixture of choked laughter. Old feelings of loss was back, fresh as it only happened yesterday. Leliana, Wynne...She never said a proper good-bye to Sten. And Oghren had been seen with Felsi, and she hadn't even talked to him. Oh, how could she have forgotten it all? She have been so selfish, and obsessed with her own that she forgot about an old friend. She missed them all, and she cried out. Leliana and Wynne would never come back, and Sten was long gone. Her mabari had gone with him. She trusted Sten with him, he was the one spending the most time with Troy in camp.
She took some deep breaths, and saw Alistair's worried face gazing her. Looking up she could see Morrigan staring in the fireplace with a pensively look. Diana wiped away the tears, and cleared her throat.
"Are you okay, Diana?" The king asked.
She nodded and caressed her belly. The laughing apparently woke the little bugger up. She could feel it.
"Morrigan." She said, standing up with Alistair's help.
"I missed you so much. I'm so sorry for how we grew apart and how I was towards you that night."
She paused, "I hope you will stay now?" The witch's expression was unreadable but something was flickering in her eyes, it was gone to quick for her to register what it was, and Morrigan gave a small nod.
"I will see you tomorrow then?" Diana asked, "I'm to tired for a long talk now, I'm sorry."
" If 'tis is your wish, we will talk in the morning then."
"Morning it is. And oh, Alistair, get our friend a nice, comfortable room?"
"Do I really have to? Don't you think I can just throw her in the stables. At least its close to nature." Alistair winked.
"Oh, do so, templar and I will make nasty boils appear on a place you won't be to much happy about. Although I don't see why, it's not like you put it to any use." Morrigan chuckled, causing Diana to fake a loud cough to choke a laugh.
"Nice cover up, Diana." Alistair scowled. She smiled back at his tomato red face.
"Oh, I'm so happy to have the apostate back that loves nagging at my self-esteem every chance she gets." He groaned.
"Well, 'tis someone's job to do so. And I wouldn't have it any other way." Alistair fled the room, looking for a servant to get Morrigan away to her own quarters. When it had been done, a quick goodnight was in order and the witch was gone. Diana was sitting on the bed, and saw Alistair appear.
"That was a surprise." He stated.
"Quite." She smiled.
"I miss them all, Alistair. Having Morrigan back is a bliss, I haven't laughed this hard since well, I can't remember."
"You did also see that she was not pregnant? So what about your theory about that night, since you claim it wasn't you." He said very silently.
"I don't know and frankly I'm to tired to think of it. I'm happy she's back. I thought I was going to be angry and scream, but I can't do that to her, Alistair."
He scoffed, "Well if she makes you happy, at least one of us will be blissful in her bitchy aura."
"Oh, shush, Ali." She whispered, nudging him on the shoulder.
"Let's go back to sleep." She said, crawling clumsy back to her side of the bed.
He looked a bit disappointed but whispered. "Yes, lets." And the lights were out, and Diana fell once victim of cruel nightmares.