A/N: Hey guys, so this chapter is a little bit longer than the last one, so that's some good news. But anyways, in this chapter we have the Hawkes (and Angel + Aveline) getting into Kirkwall. I know, I know, I lied. I said that I would include the year spent in Kirkwall, but the chapter would be too long then. But I swear that I'll get it out tomorrow, or even really super early in the morning, I don't know, but it'll be super soon! I forgot to say this earlier, so I'll say it now. I want to give a big thank you to all of you people that have reviewed, and I also want to encourage you other people who have story alerted this story to not be afraid, and PLEASE review. I will love you guys forever!

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UPDATE: This is the revised chapter three, and I've changed it to be a little more realistic. Verity isn't as much of a Mary Sue anymore, so thank God for that :)

Hawke somehow knew to leave well enough alone, and he eventually gave up his flirting and left to strike up a conversation with Aveline. Of course, the second he walked away, hundreds of worried thoughts popped into my mind.

Was Hawke being serious? Or was he just being his usual flirty self? It was surprisingly hard to tell, mainly due to the fact that that's just who Hawke was. He wasn't afraid to crack a joke in order to lighten the mood, and definitely wasn't afraid to flirt with anything that moved.

I sighed, and stared up into the sky.

After a seemingly impossible amount of time, the third day of waiting finally arrived, and I couldn't help but to grin at the prospect of getting out of the Gallows.

"What's got you into such a good mood, Angel?" Bethany asked, moving to my side.

In the short time that I had known her, Bethany had somehow managed to steal a spot in my heart. She was so innocent and sweet, it was hard for me to hold her magic against her.

"Oh, nothing much, really. Let's just say I have a strong feeling that today's going to be the day," I smiled back at her, my mood more chipper than usual.

Carver just shot me a glare, probably annoyed that I had the nerve to be so happy when he was so miserable. I stuck my tongue out at him in a childish manner, and he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Oh, how very mature . . ." He shook his head at me. I just chuckled to myself.

"Well, I never said that I was!" I grinned, and Bethany let out a small laugh, to which Carver sent her a look that yelled out, 'Traitor!'. Bethany and I shared a look, and then started cracking up once again. Hawke and Aveline stopped talking with each other to look over at us curiously, probably wondering if we had lost our minds. We probably had. All of this waiting and waiting had most likely screwed up our brains.

"Well, stare at us if you want, although you might want to pay more attention to the man behind you. I think that's our guy right there," I pointed behind Hawke to a man who very closely resembled the Gamlen from the video game.

Confirming my thoughts, the man spoke.

"Damn Leandra! The years haven't been kind to you,"

Leandra turned around, her blue eyes brightening as she caught sight of her brother standing only a few feet away. Her face immediately broke out into a grin, and she threw herself into his arms.

"Gamlen!" She exclaimed, and I winced at seeing her warm expression. I knew exactly what Gamlen was hiding, and I knew that he was a greedy bastard who couldn't care less about family if there was money involved. I knew that he did care about Leandra, but he just had a hell of a way of showing it.

Hawke noticed my wince, and crept over to me.

"Something wrong?" He asked gently. I looked up at him, literally up. He was at least a foot taller than me. I had always been . . . vertically challenged. Or short, I guess, whichever you prefer.

"Oh, nothing. It's just-" I sighed, knowing why I really winced. "I-I miss my own brother. A lot, in fact." I closed my eyes, glad that I got it out.

My brother was the only good thing in my life back home. He was the one who gave me my nickname 'Angel Eyes', and the only one who had truly given a damn about me. I wonder if he knows that I'm missing. Would time stay the same if I ever went back, or would years pass just the same there as in here?

"I see. Is he back in Virginia?" Hawke asked carefully, not wanting to strike a nerve.

I smiled slightly, and nodded my head.

"Yeah. He doesn't even know that I'm gone . . ."

Hawke was silent for a little bit, studying my facial expressions.

"What's going to happen when he finally realizes?"

I sighed. I didn't know how to answer his question. I felt my eyes tearing up, and I tried my hardest to blink them back before Hawke could see, but it was too late. I knew that he saw, but he said nothing about it.

"I don't know. But I-I'm almost positive that I won't see him for the rest of my life. I didn't even get to say goodbye to him." A tear managed to slip down my cheek, and Hawke immediately put his arms around me.

I never thought that I would find a guy's embrace to be so comforting, but the simple gesture was all I needed to stop crying.

Gamlen turned to face us, his eyebrows raised when he saw Hawke's arms around me.

"Another addition to the family?"

My face grew red as I sputtered a bit, trying to come up with a good denial. But Hawke put his arm around me, and nodded. I could only stare at him in horror.

"Yes, my dear uncle. Say hello to my new wife!"

Gamlen's eyebrows just rose even higher. I turned to Hawke and punched him in the arm yet again.

"You bastard!" I couldn't help but smile as he rubbed his muscled arm in mock pain.

I turned to Gamlen, trying to maintain my smile. I held out a hand to him, which he shook.

"My name is Angel. Your family saved me from the darkspawn in Lothering." I explained to him. Gamlen nodded in understanding, and then turned back to Leandra, explaining to her that the estate was gone, and that he may not be able to help us. Her face fell.

"Then there is no hope." She hid her head in her hands, causing her children and Gamlen to panic.

Gamlen spoke quickly, saying that he knew people who could get us into the city, for a price. Leandra hated the idea of seeing her children in servitude for a year, but what other choice did they have? It was either that or they would have to go back to Ferelden, which would be suicide with the Blight spreading the way that it was.

"Well, what's a year of work in comparison to darkspawn eating us all? I'll stick with the year, thank you very much!" Hawke said.

I giggled in spite of myself. Even if he joked about things, he could still be hilarious when he wanted to be.

Once Hawke was done talking to Gamlen, we headed down the stairs.

"So, who should we talk to? Meeran the mercenary or Athenril the smuggler?" Hawke asked for our opinion. Carver (as I knew he would) automatically opted for Meeran, while Bethany went for Athenril. It came down to my decision.

"Well, we're going to be working for a year with either one, so I don't see why it matters who we choose. Would you rather us be mercenaries, or smugglers?"

As I spoke, Hawke's eyes darkened visibly. He stopped me walking by grabbing my arm.

"You do understand that you won't be working, right?" His voice was completely serious.

I gaped at him. He couldn't be serious! I wanted to work to get in too! I needed to make a name for myself, seeing as I probably wouldn't get another job if I was a Ferelden nobody!

"What? Garrett, I need to work too, if they're going to let us all in!"

I sounded like a little kid whining about wanting more ice cream, but at this point, I didn't give a damn. I needed to make a name for myself, or I was just going to be lost. Hawke will forget about me when he becomes Champion, or when Isabella pops up, and then where will I be? I'll be stuck in Kirkwall all alone. And how else was I going to get money to get a house? I couldn't just live with Hawke, as there was already one more person than there should be, adding myself would just make things chaotic, and I couldn't do that to them.

"They're going to take one look at you, and then dismiss you! You're eighteen, still a child!" Hawke tried to persuade me, but failed.

My face started to feel hot, and I began to see red. I hated when people called me a child. I was no child! I was forced to grow up when I was only six years old, doing everything that a parent should be doing for their child! I hadn't been a child for many long years, I wasn't allowed to be one!

"Yeah, well, who was the one who was trying to court me just a day ago?! You weren't calling me a child then!" I shouted at him, everyone around us looking at us with strange faces.

"Well, that may be true, but whatever you say, you aren't going to be in servitude for a year. Not now, not ever. Subject closed." Hawke spoke as he stalked off.

I glared at his back, desperately wanting to throw something at him. I crossed my arms, and reluctantly followed him over to Meeran. Carver rolled his eyes at me, probably thinking about how 'childish', I was being at the moment.

"He's doing you a favor, you know. Stop acting like a child." He spoke, and set me off.

"Shut up! Why don't you stop acting like a fucking prick, you whiny little bastard?!" I shouted at him, throwing my hands up into the air, wanting to hit him. Oh, I wanted to hit him so bad!

Hawke looked over at us while he was talking to Meeran, a small smirk on his annoyingly handsome face. I bit my lip to keep myself from screaming, and quickly made a decision.

I marched away from the group and around the corner to find Friedrich and his guards. I knew that the task Meeran would give Hawke was to kill him, so I wouldn't be causing any trouble.

And of course, Friedrich's guards didn't notice a child like me, and kept on talking amongst themselves as I walked towards them. I blindly hoped that the numbing instinct would take over, and pulled out one of my daggers. Sure enough, the feeling quickly washed through me, and I mechanically aimed for Friedrich's forehead.

One of the guards finally noticed me, but it was too late, and my dagger was already out of my grasp and embedded into my target's skull.

I ran quickly to the body, ducking under several swords along the way, and pulled my weapon out of Friedrich's head. I lithely dodged another sword, and slashed at the guard's throat. The anger that had originally fueled this attack had long since passed, but my instincts ensured that I had killed all of the man's guards by the time Hawke turned the corner.

I brushed a stray strand of my blonde hair out of my eyes, and was about to sheathe my dagger when a sudden shout made me freeze.

"Angel! Look out!"

My gaze shot up from the ground to see a lone archer aiming for my head. I instinctively covered my head with my hands, turned around and ducked my head down. I was lucky, and instead of landing in my head, the arrow drove itself deep into my shoulder. The wound didn't hurt right away, but as soon as my dulled senses returned to me, I nearly wept.

Hawke quickly sent a spell towards the archer, setting him on fire. The group then rushed over to my side, as I fell to my knees with a wide grimace.

"Are you alright?" Hawke asked, and both he and Bethany looked me over for any other wounds. Bethany held my hand, and I nearly cut off all circulation in her arm, gripping her hand tightly in my own.

"No thanks to you!" I cried at Hawke, whose honey eyes widened in shock.

"Me? You're the one who rushed off on your own! You should have waited for us!" He scolded, and gently placed his hand on my back, trying to see how bad the injury was.

It was seeping blood, so I knew that we had to get the arrow out as soon as we could.

"Let's get you a healer, Angel." Hawke spoke softly, but I immediately shot the idea down.

"No. Let's do this right here and now. Hawke, pull out the arrow, and then Bethany, you heal me as quickly as you can before I lose too much blood," I said, bracing myself.

Hawke raised his eyebrows.

"I take that child comment back. You're a brave little person, aren't you?"

I smiled, glad that he finally agreed that I was not a child. Hawke shot a pointed look at Bethany, who nodded in return. I was confused, but relaxed a bit as Bethany began talking to me.

"But what were you thinking, Angel, running off like that? You could have been killed! You should have waited for us to go with you-"

I let out a muffled cry as Hawke ripped the arrow out of my shoulder, and bit down on my lip to keep from attracting too much attention.

I was gasping for air, but immediately began to feel better as Bethany's healing spells washed over my body. I sighed, and released her hand from my iron grip. I glared up at Hawke as I stood shakily on my feet, my hands once again finding a place on my waist.

"What the hell was that? You could have given me a warning or signal, or something!"

Hawke grinned at me, twirling the bloody arrow around his fingers.

"You would have tensed up, which would have made it even more painful for you. You should be thanking me! Oh, how my kind gestures go unnoticed!" He held a hand to his heart in mock pain, and smirked at me, dropping the arrow to the floor.

I sighed, and sent him a meaningful look.

"Thank you."

I rolled my shoulders gently as I walked away, smiling as Hawke walked right beside me. We quickly made our way back over to where Gamlen and Leandra were waiting for us, ready to hear good news.

"Any luck?" Gamlen asked.

Hawke smirked.

"Was the ever any doubt?"

Gamlen nodded.

"I'll speak with Meeran and see when the bribes can be made. Wait here." Gamlen spoke as he walked off to go speak with our new employer.

Or, Hawke's new employer, that is. I'm surprised that they were willing to let me in without having me work, but I suppose Hawke was right. What did mercenaries want from an eighteen year old girl? I hated admitting that Hawke was right, but in this case, he was.

"I guess we did it. We're here to stay, at least for a while." Carver spoke, surprising everyone by his words. He wasn't being annoying!

Hawke smiled.

"No more running for our lives unless we really have to."

"I second that! I hate running. I always mess up my ankles . . ." I chipped in. Aveline looked at the ground, something obviously troubling her. I knew what it was, but I knew that the others didn't notice.

"Weasley . . ." She whispered, and I put a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. She looked up at me, her eyes grateful.

Walking forward with a renewed sense of purpose, we began the next chapter of a long and weary story.

Or in this case; the next level of a video game.

A/N: So that was yet another filler chapter. I SWEAR the next chapter will be a little more interesting! So I have a question that I would love you guys to answer! Who do you see Angel/Verity ending up with? I'm having a hard time deciding, even if that part doesn't come for quite a while. Let me know what you think! If you have any opinions on the story, or suggestions, please let me know in a review! Thank you!