Dragon Age 2 isn't mine. It belongs to Bioware. So is Fenris and my version of Hawke and all the wonderfuness of the world of Thedas!

I blame all written works on the bioware community for inspiring me to write about the stuff in between the years for Angel Hawke and Fenris. Much love to be had by all. Be kind!

Inspiration hits at 6am. damn you, bioware! *fist shake, sip coffee* Thank you for making a wonderful game 3. Part3, In between years 4 and 7, for Hawke and Fenris and the scooby gang! Short and sweet, blame the need for more coffee.

Obsession

Anders paced back and forth between the empty cots. Over and over in his head he replayed her words, much to the irritation of Justice. Anders pushed away the angry voice of his friend, choosing to dwel on the lingering images in his head. Pretty Hawke, with her laughing smile, golden eyes, and dark, shiny hair. Hawke with her kind heart and sensuality oozing confidence.

"She's an obsession. We have a task to worry about."

He sighed and sat down. Justice was right, he was obsessed. How could anyone not obsess about a woman like Hawke? She deserved nothing less then the burning desire he held for her. She was the perfect woman, and he should have been the perfect man for her. She had even expressed her interest. Teased him, given him a key to her a quick get away, she had said, should the templars come sniffing around. He knew better though. Then, he had been all she could think about.

Not after they met THAT ELF.

The hatred for fenris always surprised him. It surprised him more that Justice felt very similar. Fenris wasn't a bad person, he'd seen the darkest side of the mage world. Anders understood that. What he couldn't understand was why Fenris didn't GET IT that mages were as much slaves as the elves in Tevinter. Locked up, made to do horrible things, always the threat of tranquility or death over your head. Not to mention that whole, some templars were sick ****s who liked to touch and torture children. Anders had been lucky, he had been spared the abuse. Some of his friends had not been so lucky.

Yet, she had chosen the elf over him. Even though the Elf hated everything about mages. He effectively hated HER. He couldn't understand how the Elf and her could get along so well, even while she had been working side by side with the resistance, freeing mages. The Elf had even hurt her. Anders could tell. One day she had been peppy and full of life, and the next there had been an edge of pain in those kind eyes. It made him want to break things. No, It made him want to break Fenris.

Fenris, Fenris. He was pacing again, and Justice was clucking like a mother hen, telling him to stop dwelling on this woman when they had more pressing matters to deal with. Anders shook his head. He shouldn't have waited. He should have made a move. He shouldn't have told her to go away, should have wrapped the curvy brunette in his arms and told her of his feelings. He should have touched her in all of her secret places and showed her just what kind of man he really was.

"Contemplating my death again, Anders?" The deep voice broke his thought pricess and he looked up at the direction it had come from. A surge of spite rise up in him, and it took every once of his beening not to break the smirking face looking at him. Fenris.

"What... do you want." Anders said through clenched teeth, trying to gain control of himself.

"I've come bearing gifts, a request from Hawke." Fenris hefted the large wooden box in his arms, to indicate his purpous. "She asked me if I would bring these supplies to you. She's not feeling up to it, just yet."

The implication of Fenris's words sent angry trembles through the apostate. Not up to it because she'd spent the night with him, again? After he threw her away? She'd let him come back and..

Fenris was still talking, "... Bohdan doesn't like coming down here, and she's gotten herself a cold, I suspect."

A cold. Anders felt the anger draining away. Just a cold. Not a night with Fenris after all. Or at least, not a second one. "Perhaps I should go up and see her.. i-if she's got a cold."

"No." Fenris set the box down on a nearby cot. It was just then, that he noticed the red scarf tied around the elf's armored wrist. "I think you should do your very best to leave her alone. You're dangerous, and I don't want to see her hurt because of your actions." The calm, deep voice of the elf was steady.

"Do you really.." Anders could feel the contempt for the slave rise up and overtake him. "I would never hurt her, not like you did."

The elf took 4 steps and pressed a gauntleted finger squarely into his chest. "You know nothing about what happened between she and I. Leaving was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Unlike you, I know I'm not good for her health. Better I leave, then she get hurt."

Anders glared at the elf, inches from him. All he need to is reach out and push with his mind, and the elf would die. He could then have Hawke to himself. The urge to do it itched through his fingertips. The image of her face lanced through his mind, and he did the strongest thing he could have done. He took a step back.

Through clenched teeth he said, "You hurt her more by leaving, then anything a slaver could do to her. It's a shame you can't see it. Now get out of my clinic before I kill you."