Ok, so just a small update chapter, (barely 1000 words) but it's better than nothing I guess ;P

A/N: I just thought I might drabble a bit about the goings on after the whole gang had left Anders and James alone after their return. (Nothing steamy, so don't get your hopes up... yet ;P)

I'd also like to thank PizzaRanger for such a great review! I just got back from holiday, so I couldn't write anything and I've been wanting to thank you for quite a while. It's readers like you that make it worth the effort *hugs* So THANK YOU!

Enjoy this little nibble and I'll write some more soon!

R&R

Anders lay staring at the ceiling, something he found himself doing a lot these days, yet this time it was not the one he usually stared at. Silently he traced the lines that spread across its surface trying to pass the time. Sleep was once again proving to be elusive.

He turned his head to the side to look at the sleeping figure next to him. James breathed deeply as he slumbered dreamlessly. Anders smiled slightly as he watched. He traced the lines of James' face with his eyes, moving from his chin along his jaw and up to his cheek bones. James looked very thin, if a bit sickly. His time in the Templar dungeon had really done a number on his handsome face.

Anders sighed softly as his eyes caught a glimpse of the red mark on James' forehead. Even though it was dark and the mark was mostly concealed by his long dark hair, Anders could see it clearly.

For most it was a symbol of religion, the mark of the Maker, but for Anders it was only a reminder of the pain and injustice that plagued their world, especially now that it sat upon James' head.

Pale blue light started to flicker in the dark room as his thoughts brought on a rage that threatened to over take him. He sat up swiftly, his hands grasping the sides of his head. Breathing deeply he tried to calm himself but it proved difficult. Sweat had formed and was running down his face and back. He twisted to the side, letting his legs hang down the edge of the bed. His hair had come undone and hung wildly around his face. He winced as pain shot through his head, Justice clearly not liking the fact that he was resisting. The spirit had been absent since they had had their little 'episode' in the Fade the previous day. Anders had been grateful for the brief respite.

A hand on his shoulder startled him, making him spin around with unnatural speed and grasp the wrist tightly.

Tired but concerned eyes gazed at him from within the darkness.

"Anders? Are you alright?" James asked in a low voice.

The blonde stared at him for a moment with those raging blue eyes before they flickered and reverted back to the deep golden brown that signalled the spirits departure.

"Yes. I am now." Anders replied softly and released his grip.

"You know... If you had wanted to hold my hand you could have just asked." James said with a grin before lying back down.

Anders grinned. "I'll remember that for future reference." He lay back slowly and closed his eyes. "Sorry for waking you, Love."

James stifled a chuckle. Anders turned to face him in the gloom, propping himself up on one arm. "What's so funny if I may ask?"

James looked up at him with a shy grin. "I'm just not entirely used to 'this'." He said motioning to the two of them.

Anders frowned. "Does it make you... uncomfortable?" he asked softly.

James looked at him a moment before moving forward and pushing Anders back onto the pillows. He then leaned forward until their noses barely touched, bright green eyes boring deeply into golden brown. "Do I look uncomfortable?" he said in a sly voice before kissing Anders tenderly.

The blonde wove his one hand into James' dark hair while the other grasped the back of his neck. The kiss deepened and after a while they had to pull away for need of air. James was panting deeply, a slightly rough edge to his breathing. When he moved back down to kiss again, Anders stopped him.

"You need to rest, Love. You are still very weak." He said with a small smile. "All this excitement won't do you any good right now."

James grinned. "I guess you're right, doctor." He sighed and rolled over onto his back.

Silence stretched out between them for a while until Anders felt a cold hand grasp his. "Thank you for staying the night. I do not want to be alone." James whispered.

Anders smiled sadly as he pulled the younger man closer. "You should sleep, Love." He said and pressed a kiss to James' forehead. He could swear that he felt the red mark there burn his lips.

*sigh* So there...

In the next chapter I might just let them get down and dirty. What I want to know is, do I write an extremely hot scene (very graphic) or a mild PG13 one? You choose ;P

Till next time Xx