This is just a short chapter that I decided to put in, just to see if I'm moving in the right direction. It is around halfway towards the Deep Roads incident, so lets say Hawke has about 27 gold pieces. I'm not going to narrate every single mission, because that would take forever.

Any thoughts will be appreciated, I'm open for ideas.

It had been a slow morning; only one person had come in seeking help. He worked in a mine near the Bone Pit and had hurt his hand the day before. Anders made quick work of the injury and sent the man on his way in a matter of minutes. He sighed and stalked over to the back room. He opened the door a crack and peered inside. Hawke was still unconscious; his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. Anders watched him for a while, pondering what the Witch had said to him almost a week ago.

How can he be different? How am I supposed to be his friend? Asshole...

He shook his head and left the room. As he reached the front of the clinic, Isabela walked in. 'How is our fearless leader doing?' she asked.

'He's still sleeping. I don't know if he'll ever wake up.'

'He'd better. He still owes me a roll in the hay.' She said; a mischievous glint in her eye. Anders snorted. 'What do you see in him?'

She sighed. 'What don't I see...?'

Anders rolled his eyes. 'What?' she exclaimed. 'He's powerful, clever, sexy... What's not to like?'

'He's also malevolent, cruel, not to mention a Blood Mage.'

Isabela shrugged. 'It adds to his charm.' She said with a grin. 'Oh, by the way, a man came to the Hanged Man today. He was looking for you. I just thought I'd let you know.'

'What? Did he say why?'

'No, he just asked for you and then left. He didn't seem to be a troublemaker. He looked very ordinary.'

'Strange... Anyway, thank you for telling me.'

'No problem. See you later, Anders. Or is it Justice? Whatever...' she said and strolled out of the clinic. Anders stared after her for a moment before walking over to his desk. He sat down and started paging through his notes. He became so absorbed in his reading that he barely noticed the passing hours. It was dusk when he heard the yelling.

'Where the fuck am I?'

He looked up from his work, slightly puzzled.

'And who took my clothes?' the voice continued. Slowly Anders stood, listening to the person rant. Then realization hit him. Hawke!

He walked quickly towards the room from where the noise was coming. Just as he reached it there was a crashing sound, followed by a 'Holy shit!'

Anders burst through the door and took in the scene before him. The cupboard was smashed to pieces as well as half of the bed. Hawke stood there looking at his hands, then at the rubble then back at his hands. He wore a shocked expression. 'What did you do?' Anders demanded.

Hawke spun around, noticing for the first time that there was someone in the room with him. 'Who the hell are you?' he asked, 'Did you take my clothes?' he added, motioning towards his mostly naked body, tugging slightly at the underwear he had on.

'Isabela has them. She insisted on taking them off herself.' Anders mentally rolled his eyes at the horny pirate. 'They were kind off ruined anyway. We'll have to get you some new robes in Hightown.'

Hawke tilted his head slightly to the side. 'Robes? You mean like a priest? Why? What happened to jeans and a t-shirt?'

This time Anders looked confused. 'What are jeans and t-shirts? Are you ok? Maybe you still have some head trauma.' He said and moved closer, his hands starting to glow. Hawke backed away, almost tripping over the remains of the bed, his eyes on Anders' hands. 'What's up with your hands?' he said with a small trace of fear in his voice.

Anders looked at his hands, expecting to find some kind of bug or something on them. All he saw was the familiar glow of his magic. 'What do you mean? There's nothing wrong. I'm just preparing a healing spell. Surely you know what that looks like?'

'Healing... spell? As in magic?' Hawke asked. Anders frowned. 'Yes, of course.'

'You have got to be kidding me? Where am I and what's going on here? Is this some kind of joke?' Hawke yelled. As he did the pieces of wood on the floor began to shake and rattle. Anders' frown deepened. What is going on here? It's like he doesn't know anything. Almost like he's... And then it hit him. The Witch hadn't been lying when she said he would be different.

'Calm down or you're going to hurt yourself.' He said, trying to sound gentle. Hawke looked at him and then at the rattling debris. He stopped ranting and took a deep breath. 'Same thing happened earlier, when I was freaking out. The cupboard exploded... And part of the bed. Why does it-'

'Do you know who you are?' Anders interrupted. Hawke looked at him, seeming puzzled. 'Of course I do. My name is Jameson Nerivik. Strange name, I know, but most people call me James. Who are you by the way? I've asked like ten times already...'

Anders was staring at him. 'What did you say?'The man in front of him looked slightly annoyed. 'I said my name is James. Who are you?'

Anders was dumbfounded. Hawke wasn't just acting differently; he claimed to be an entirely different person. Flemeth, what have you done?

They were sitting on the edge of the shattered bed, 'Hawke' was resting his head on his hands. 'So let me get this straight. I've been in a coma for about a week, because a zombie shot me in the head?'

'Walking corpse, not this zombie thing, but yes. Then you were revived by the Witch of the Wilds. She-'

'This Witch, what does she look like?' James interrupted. 'Well, she's kind of tall, old looking but surprisingly fit, she has long white hair and her eyes are-'

'Wild.' James interrupted again. 'Yes, that's an excellent description. You remember her?'

'She's the one who brought me here... I remember her standing in my apartment, the walls covered in blood. She said something about my destiny and then everything blacked out. Now I'm here.'

'What's an apartment?' Anders asked.

'It's where I live, or rather where I used to live. It's a big building with many rooms that people pay to live in. Don't you have apartment here?'

Anders shook his head. 'This country you hail from, is it across the Waking Sea?'

'Um, what's that? I've never heard of it. Is it near Asia? Or perhaps Africa?

Anders shook his head, feeling utterly confused.' I don't think you're from around here...'

'No shit.'

They sat in silence for a while before James spoke again. 'So that glowing thing you did earlier with your hands. It's connected with my redecorating isn't it? You said it was magic.'

Anders nodded. 'Yes, it was magic. Both of us can control it because we are what people know as mages. This means that we have the ability to manipulate the forces of the Fade and bring them into being in this realm.' At the quizzical look he received Anders elaborated on the history and properties of the Fade. He also mentioned demons, earning a shocked look from the man next to him.

When his lecture drew to an end he stood and stretched his legs, waiting for the one known as James to react. 'So how do I control it? I don't want to blow up another unsuspecting cupboard.'

Anders waited before answering. He was contemplating what he should do next. I could always just hand him over to the Templars... No, James doesn't deserve that. He definitely isn't Hawke anymore. Finally he came to a decision. 'I guess I'll have to teach you. Flemeth didn't send you here to twiddle your thumbs. You have a destiny, remember?'

'Thank you, for helping me. I don't know if I would have done the same in your position... If someone who is obviously crazy turned up at my door, I would most likely have sent them on their way.'

Anders smiled down at the man while he mentally laughed at himself. Never thought that was going to happen... This might actually be fun.'

So there. As you can kind of see there will be a relationship between Hawke/James, Isabela and Anders. A weird love triangle thing, I guess. But that's for later. Reviews welcome!