Hey!

Don't know how the previous chapter went... But here is the next one!

There is a scene of a sexual nature later on and it's not between James and Anders. -Sorry, but it's a bit two early for that so stay tuned ;)

Hope you enjoy it and please review!

Anders lay staring at the ceiling. For him sleep had always been illusive, but tonight was different. He wasn't tossing and turning, trying to escape from the darker parts of his mind, where Justice now resided. He was calm and relaxed, replaying the song from earlier over and over in his mind. The strange beauty of it haunted him. It had sounded so strange to him. So otherworldly.

Every now and then he would turn his head to the side to stare out of the tiny 'window' in the far wall of his small bedroom, trying to guess the time. After about a dozen glances the sky finally broke out into a multitude of colours, ranging from midnight blue to orange to a soft pink. The mage sighed and closed his eyes, thinking back to the previous day when James had shown him his discovery. He smiled as he recalled he childlike glee that radiated from the man when the music started to play, the usually calm face so full of emotion.

He thought back to when Hawke had still been Hawke, to when they first met. At first Hawke had seemed like any other, nothing remarkable. He shuddered as he recalled the blatant disregard the man had had for life, his flirtation with dark magic. The bloodlust in those large almost red brown eyes used to frighten him, but now when he looked in them he felt no fear.

James was just so... different yet, at the same time, so similar. It had to be the looks, Anders guessed, thinking that there was no way that James could ever be like Garrett.

Then suddenly, a thought came to him. A while back he had received an invitation to the 'Black Emporium', some kind of underground shop that boasted a wide variety of 'wonders'. Anders had thought it irrelevant, seeing no use in a jar full of tears or an erotic statue of a certain prophetess, but now as he thought back he remembered the card mentioning a mirror that could change your appearance.

He had always been curious as to James's original appearance, but he had never actually gotten round to talking about it. It must be strange living in someone else's body, not to mention awkward. He smiled to himself as he lay there alone in his bed, picturing James's reaction to the news and for a brief moment felt a surge of arousal at the thought of pleasing James. A deep blush appeared on his cheeks.

After a while he collected himself and got out of bed, moving to get ready for another day.

(Earlier that day)

James made his way across the courtyard towards the Hawke estate. He had stopped by the Hanged Man after his visit with Anders, which had not gone as he had planned, in hopes of hearing another marvellous tale from Varric. To his relief the dwarf had just started a new one as he walked through the door, yet as he listened he couldn't help but think of Anders. The look they had shared just before he had left had stirred some strange emotions.

Now as he reached for the door of his lavish home, he still struggled with them, trying to figure out what they meant, but as he opened the door his thoughts evaporated. There, in the centre of the room stood Isabela. She was almost completely naked.

James was so stunned that he couldn't speak.

'Well, well, well. You certainly took your time in getting here, Sweet Thing.' She cooed, placing her hands on her hips.

'I-I...' James stuttered. He had seen her naked before, but he was completely unprepared for this. Isabela smiled and walked towards him, swaying her hips as she approached.

'Nice place you have here.' She said, making a show of looking around.

'Um, I guess it's a lot better than Gamlen's place.' James said with a grin.

'I suppose...' the captain said, 'But don't you miss the atmosphere of Lowtown? All the sights, smells and sounds?'

'I can't say I miss the smells.'

Isabela laughed. 'Yes well... But Hightown is just so stuck up. There isn't much to do around here.'

James stayed quiet for a moment. Here was one of the sexiest women he had ever seen, practically throwing herself at him, yet he couldn't stop thinking about the man whom he called friend. James could feel Garrett's amusement at the situation. Isabela cleared her throat.

James hesitated for another second before finally deciding what to do.

'I'm certain that between the two of us we could find something interesting to do.' He said, flashing a sexy smile.

Isabela moaned her approval and placed her arms around his neck. 'I'm sure we could.' She said before leaning in to kiss him.

It was a passionate kiss, growing in intensity as the seconds flew by. James broke away suddenly and grabbed her wrist. 'Come on.' He whispered and pulled her up the stairs towards the bedroom. She giggled as he kicked the door open and swept her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him again.

Slowly he moved backwards to the bed, falling on to it when he reached the edge. Isabela straddled him and started unbuttoning his clothes. He reached up to pull off the top she usually wore, it being the only thing she had on now. She smiled as he struggled and stopped undressing him, reaching up and pulling the top off herself. She also removed a dagger strapped to her leg and threw it at the wall, embedding it there.

James growled with pleasure as her breasts bounced up and down with every move she made. She raised an eyebrow before continuing with her earlier mission. Soon James was naked as well, sitting back on the bed. By now his arousal was quite obvious and Isabela liked what she saw.

They explored each other's bodies, discovering all the little places that made them explode with pleasure. Isabela found that his inner thighs were extremely sensitive, much to his enjoyment.

After hours of nipping, kissing, licking, sucking and biting, they got down to business. James entered her slowly, revelling in the sweet sensations that coursed through his body. Isabela moaned loudly, urging him to go faster. He gladly obeyed, thrusting faster and faster, earning more moans of ecstasy from Isabela. James worked at a steady pace until finally his thrusts became more erratic.

A loud groan escaped his lips as he came, shooting his load deep inside her. This caused her to orgasm as well, sending an intense wave of pleasure through her. She reached up quickly, kissing him fiercely. Slowly they rode out their orgasms until finally collapsing on top of one another.

The two lay there panting, the sweat running down their bodies. After a while James rolled over on his back and sighed. 'Well...'

Isabela giggled. 'That was... amazing.' She breathed and turned to look at him.

He laughed. 'I'm not sure where all that came from... I'm not that experienced.'

Isabela smirked. 'Oh please! I've seen one at the Rose quite often. But, come to think of it, not recently though...'

They stared into each other's eyes for a long time before Isabela sat up. 'I should get going.'

James sat up as well. 'Why? You could spend the night.'

Isabela smiled, but James caught a hint of sadness in her eyes. 'I don't think that's a good idea.' She said and stood. She walked over and picked up her top and then walked to the wall and pulled out her dagger.

'But...' James said, looking slightly confused. Isabela stuck her head through the top and pulled it down. She glanced over at him, a strange look on her face. 'You're not thinking about bringing feelings into this, are you?'

'Well, what about...' he hesitated, '...love?'

Isabela snorted. 'Love is a poison. It kills all it touches.'

'You can't believe that.' James said, looking up at her as she walked over to him. She reached out and pulled a stray strand of hair out of his face and hooked it over his ear. 'Did you know that I was married once?' she asked.

James looked at her with raised eyebrows. 'I'm having a hard time picturing you married.'

'It wasn't by choice. My mother sold me to the highest bidder when I was young and never looked back. Bitch.'

'Isabela, that's horrible...' James whispered.

She smiled sadly once more and lifted his head with a finger under his chin. 'He abused me for years the bloody bastard, before I was finally set free.'

'Set free?'

She giggled. 'Knife in his back and that was that. Ah, Zevran... That assassin had talented hands.'

James stayed quiet for a moment. 'So, you've never been in love then?' he asked.

She took on a wistful expression. 'Oh, I have been in love. It was a while ago, back when I still had a ship. He was a wonderful man and we were so happy together...'

'What happened?'

'He asked me to marry him... Spoiled everything!' she said loudly, banging her fist against the bedpost.

'What do you mean by that? I thought you were happy together...'

'I was too afraid to be tied down again, so I ran away, broke his heart... I ruined his life.' She said bitterly.

James sighed. 'So that's why you don't want to bring feelings into this.' He stopped, looking her deep in the eyes. 'You're not afraid of commitment, you're afraid of hurting someone else's feelings, aren't you?'

Isabela looked like a child that had been caught with a hand in a cookie jar. She was too stunned to say anything. Finally she spoke.

'I-I have no idea what you're talking about.'

Nice... You really handled that one smoothly... Garrett taunted

James gave her a sad smile. She turned in a huff and made for the door. 'If you're done confusing the matter, I'm going to go.' She said and reached for the doorknob, hiding a pained look from James.

He watched her go and fell back on the bed as she closed the door. He closed his eyes and tried to make sense of his rather complicated existence. Hours later, just as the sun started to rise, he fell asleep.

'Is that even possible?' James asked, wearing a sceptical expression. Anders laughed. 'You've been in this world for about three years and still you doubt. It may not be possible where you come from, but here we have magic, remember?'

'Magic, of course.' James said, a smile slowly forming on his lips. 'Beats plastic surgery.' He whispered.

'So? Do you want to go check it out?' Anders asked.

James thought for a moment. 'Well, I guess having a new face would help hide me from the Templars... But what if the people we know don't believe that it's me? We could potentially loose all of our contacts and-'

'I've thought about that and I did some research.' Anders interrupted. 'Apparently the magic of the mirror can be manipulated to fit the needs of the user. So if I understand it correctly, you should be able to let the people you want to recognize you, see that it is you and stay 'invisible' to those that you don't.'

James still looked a bit uncertain.

'Look, if it doesn't work we can just change you back.' Anders reassured. 'It's worth a try, don't you think? I know I would jump at the chance of getting my own face back.'

James reached up and touched his face. He rose and walked over to the mirror that hung on the wall. Staring back at him was a rather gruff looking face. His skin was tanned and dark, shaggy looking hair fell almost to his shoulders. Large, red-brown eyes, a strong nose, slightly crocked because of a break a few years prior and a chiselled jaw, covered in stubble. He licked his lips, feeling a bit dry in the mouth all of a sudden.

'Ok, let's do it.' He said suddenly, turning back to face Anders. The blond stood as well, smiling.

'Follow me.' He said and pulled open the door before stepping out into the sunshine.

Not a huge chapter, but atleast it's an update!

Is the extreme makeover a good idea or not? It kinda ties in with the plot later on, but if there are any objections please let me know!

P.S: The song James played in the last chapter is 'Blinding' by Florence+theMachine, for those who wanted to know.

R&R!