Storm woke up; she was in her bed tears wetting her pillow. Her mother knocked softly, poking her gray head through the door. "Honey?" she asked. Storm didn't want to answer. She turned her head into the dry spot on her pillow, burying it deeply. She pulled the covers around her shoulders and attempted to keep the sobs from coming out. She knew her mother didn't like the elf, but she supposed that she didn't like seeing her daughter this way.

The mage didn't know what else to do. He wasn't allowing her to open up to him. He was leaving her with little presents, the kisses here and then. It was killing her…literally. How could he think she was in love with Anders? He was too sweet. And he had a…demon. An evil spirit inside of his body. Storm felt the pressure of her mother's weight leave the bed. She sat up after the door closed and sighed. She was going to have to confront him.

She got out of bed and washed her hair in the basin. While it dried, she dressed in simple robes, her sword on her back. She was headed to Anders clinic to possibly kill him. She stepped outside the door and made her way slowly. Varric wasn't much further from her home selling things to a street vendor.

"Can you tell me what exactly happened last night?" she asked.

"Well… You screamed at me and jumped across the table to take the cup back from me. You were pretty wasted. So, you want to tell me what happened with Fenris?"

Storm glared at the short man. There were times when she hated him. "Fenris stopped by, we kissed, I threatened him with my sword, he left me in my own puddle of tears. It was so fun," she growled. "Oh and don't forget, I'm supposedly in love with Anders. Expect I didn't know this until my drunken ass heard it from him. I am going to kill that mage!" Her hand gripped the hilt of her sword and she swung out in front of her in frustration.

She found Anders in his clinic. She swung her sword in a high arch and went for one of his tables. The sword stuck out and she screamed her frustration in general direction. "I could kill you Anders! I could kill you!"

The mage looked at her, calm clouding his blue eyes. "Why are you going to kill me?" He turned back to whatever he was doing.

"You told the elf that I loved you."

"Oh, that. Well, I was a little drunk and he confronted me about spending time with you and it just…slipped out." Storm growled, glaring at him. She took her sword and put it back in the sheath.

"Do it again, and it will be your head," Storm growled again. She turned on her heel and walked out of the place. Now it was time to confront the elf, but she seriously needed a drink first.

An hour later, she found herself diagonal from Varric, on her third pint of ale. "I…I'll go talk to him now," she said, pushing the empty cup away.

Storm traveled through the streets…drunk. She wobbled and swayed, the earth almost coming out beneath her feet. She finally made it the High Town and to his mansion. It wasn't really his, but he had claimed it. She didn't blame him, if he tidied up a little bit and actually learned how to clean, then he would have a very pretty home.

She burst open the door, her sword dragging on the ground to ward off any potential threats, of course, Fenris was one of them. She found him sitting in the chair, playing with the ribbon and he had a book in his lap. He had come to her earlier to learn how to read. He was a fairly good student. He was reading out loud.

"And my heart is hers. Where it shall remain

As my soul is hers as well. I'll love her to the

End of the earth. To the end of time," he said.

"Bastard!" she screamed, knocking the book from his hands. She fell to her hands and knees and started crying. Fenris pet her hair. She brushed his hand away. "How could you be so unfeeling?" she muttered, her face in the floor.

"I am not unfeeling. I do not believe I deserve you."

"We had sex."

"That is not relevant."

"Of course that is relevant. What if I'm pregnant? Do you want me to kill the baby?"

"Pre-pregnant?"

"Yes idiot. You don't just have sex with a girl and then leave her in the dust."

"You know, I can hear you," he said calmly. "Why don't you go home tonight?"

"Not happening. You are answering my questions… Whether I have to… Force you…. Or not," Storm said, yawns interrupting her sentence. She curled up on the rug, her eyes closed.

Fenris watched her, while brushing her hair away from her face and bent down to kiss her gently. He left her there with the fire roaring.