Wasn't going to put this one on here, but it ended up being a pretty good for shadow to my main one, which is the next chapter-short. plus, I just cant help but have overly dramatic, heart killing chapters...lol.

Enjoy!

His Fear:

Dip… drip… drip…

He awoke in a daze of confusion, righting himself from a cold stone ground that smelled sharply of mold and rot. It was dark, shackles scattered across the ground and hovering from above from unseen points.

Solas wasn't chained though and so he rose to his feet, grimacing as he stepped into something wet and cold that seemed to stick to his skin even as he tried to whip it of by dragging it over the ground. Just where was he? From what he could see he assumed he was in some kind of cell, but how he had gotten there was unknown.

Taking up his staff from the ground his hand brushed over the wolf head before he tapped it firmly on the stone, casting a glowing night that floated like a weightless sun. It was then and only then that he lid eyes upon a sharp agonizing pain that stole the very air from his lungs.

She was torn asunder, bleeding bright in the color of her own hair. A simple chain held her up by raised wrist around the wooden pull, and it looked as if at any moment her shoulders would fail as she hung there limply, her legs folded on the ground like a bagger. Her head was dropped as well, long bangs undone from their braid, dripping crimson into a pool below.

It was that sound, he realized, that had woken him.

Solas didn't remember how he got to her, he was just there, across the under kept dungeon floor in moments. His hands found her face as he quickly took the strain off her shoulders, propping her up against him. The need to gag reached him the moment his very clothes suddenly became wet at her touch. He ignored it though, his hands pulling her head up as he cup her chin and brushed hair back.

"Ausra?" He whispered to the silence, his mind refusing to understand how he could touch her. He had thought this was the fade, a dream, or maybe a memory. The later seemed even worse then what he knew now. It was real. It had to be if he could touch her. Her eyes were closed to him though, her skin looked far to pale, the scars upon it more vivid because of it. "Emma Vhenan…please." He pleaded to her and when she didn't responded in anyway to his touch or his voice he felt colder then the ice he wielded.

Was she already gone then?

His heart shuttered and he moved his hand to her neck to check for a pulse, a sign of life. Anything at all. His hands were shaking and he could have laughed at that, him, the dread wolf, shaking like a leaf in a stiff wind. Closing his eyes he let his headrest against her clammy forehead as he pressed his figures against her neck harder.

Bump-bump.

Weak and slow, but there. Solas pressed his thin lips together before drawing back for a moment. He needed to get her free and look her over. She needed to be healed before he even tried to understand how any of this had happened.

"Solas-s…" Her voice dragged from her mouth and he flinched at the sound as his eyes met barely open ones, the brilliant amber of them weak like spent tealeaves. Blood dripped down from her now open lips and he moved his other hand to wipe at it as if it would help her.

"I'm here." He whispered, unable to think of anything else to say. Her lips twitched as if to form her cocky smile, but it never did. She grew in a small breath and then sighed it back out.

"You came back…I knew you would." She muttered dryly, as if in a haze. "They said I would die in here alone…"

Alone.

It seemed too ironic, that what ever had happened she had been told she would suffer his worst fear.

Shaking his head he, froze the chains that held her and broke them. Gently he kneeled down and set her up against the wall and summoned magic in to his hand at her neck and moved it down to search for a wound.

"The Dawn can never die, Ausra, I wont let it.[1]" He assured her, even as his magic casting hand became coated in blood. This couldn't be possible, what had happened to her? The room was to dark, to dim and he couldn't tell with her dark garbs where the wounds started and ended.

Anger began to claw at him, anger for what had happened to her. Who would dare to hurt his women like this? They would pay dearly. A low growl boiled in his chest and he felt Ausra let out another low breath, slower this time.

"Don't leave me," she whispered, "please, Solas, stay…" She seemed frantic suddenly and the elven god mirror it as he used his free hand to get her to look at him again and only barely bit back a scream.

Her eyes had gone dark.

They were open, but the life in them had faded, blood loss taking her sight from her, or maybe making it fade in and out. How was that possible? Her eyes, the very color of a new dawn – burning so bright Cole had said it was hard to look past them into her soul – had dimmed, someone snuffing it out. She was fading, and right in front of him.

No this couldn't be happening. He wouldn't let it.

"Vhenan'ara, I'm right here." He whispered his magic surging forth even stronger now as his emotions climbed. His other hand moved to clutch at a cold hand, bringing it up to his face and pressing it to his cheek. He had to save her. She couldn't die here. "I won't leave you, I promise."

A weak cough answered him and he flinched as blood splattered over his face and tricking down her chin. Pressure gathered in his cobalt eyes and he closed them for a moment, not sure who he could pray to for help but doing so any way.

Do not take her from me too.

"…Liar."

His eyes snapped back open at her breath of a sound and he ran a hand over her scalp, pushing back brittle hair. "Ausra?" He whispered, staring at her eyes but found nothing in return. There was nothing, the embers of light had cooled to black. Trembling fingers moved to her parted lips and he waited.

One second, two seconds.

His healing magic still poured from him, magic he had learned to heal her because of her reckless habits. He'd always healed her, he would do it again. He had to. Ever since the first time she been injured, clawing at her marking hand he'd told her he would fix it.

Three seconds, four seconds.

She'd always teased him for worrying about her so much, but her smile and her laughter, the way she had kissed him and flushed nearly the color of her hair. He knew she liked being fussed over.

Five seconds.

Nothing brushed his skin, not even the smallest of breath. His hand flew to her neck again and pressed there, waiting, waiting…

Nothing.

Something stabbed him cold throw the chests and he shook his head, both hands leaving their poisons to hold her pretty face. "Ausra please…" He sounded like a dog begging for a scrap of food, but he didn't care, he would get down on his knees and grovel if she would only reply. "My heart, stay here…"

But nothing came, and nothing ever would again.

"Liar."

The word hung there, her last word, a word that would haunt him till he knew no more. She had thought he would leave her. Why shouldn't she? When he had once already, and without even a good-bye or a reason, just gone. He couldn't blame her for her distrust, but for her to think he would leave her when she had been so hurt… yet had he not left her hurt before? Not physically, but in ever other way? He had thought of it many times, how much he must have hurt her.

And she had died believe he would do so again.

"No… No!"

The snarling scream that ripped through his chest scarred his throat as he howled and suddenly Solas smashed into something cold and damp. The elf gasped, limbs flaying for the body he had just been holding before his eyes snapped back open. Heaving a breath, his eyes were met with the inside of the cave he was now laying in, a pile of snow having found its way inside as the storm ragged on.

Reality felt like a punch to the gut as he sat there, disoriented, stuck somewhere between relief and horror.

It had been a dream after all. He could not remember a time he didn't know he was in the Fade, but some how it had happened this time. It had been so real, so soul shattering. Solas had to look down to make sure he wasn't covered in blood. Nothing but melted snow soaked his robes though and he raised a hand to cover his eyes and let out a shuttering breath. She was alive. He knew she was. He'd seen her not long ago through Cole's eyes, just for a moment.

Yet the dream had cause something in his mind of change and it was in those moments, laying in the melting snow, his eyes staring at nothing but closed lids, that he knew.

Dying alone was no longer his one and only truest fear.

[1] Her name Ausra, means 'first light' or 'dawn', meaning he wont let her die.