Oh no! I appear to have dropped this chapter into my story. Oh well. ;) (PS, feel lucky!)

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They made there way up to Hightown, battling anything that tried to stop them. Anders didn't talk to Fenris. He didn't want to at the moment. He just wanted to gather his thoughts, think of words that won't embarrass him, and wait for a moment when there is no one else but him and the elf. Hopefully he would get a chance. Otherwise, Fenris would go back to being a warden away from him. He wanted to change something between them. But not like when he had kissed him in the deep roads. He wanted to do or say something, but nothing came to him. So he silently watched Fenris talk to the other members of the group, along with Varric asking random questions to the Hero of Ferelden. Or Katrina, as she said her name was.

Fenris had been talking to Varric when Anders, once again, forced himself to tear his eyes away. It wasn't just him trying, but Justice was also a great deal of influence on the matter. Stupid spirit won't leave him alone. Every time his eyes wonder to Fenris, he gets an earful of the booming voice in his head.

I can think about what I want, Justice. Leave me alone.

It is not thinking that you are doing! That elf is a distraction. He also hates mages. Unless we can convert him to our cause, he is useless. You need to cease this infatuation, before it makes you weak.

You think that about everyone!

He wished that Justice would leave him alone. It would never likely happen, but he could dream, right? Katrina slowed her steps, walking next to him. He looked at her with a questioning look. She simply smiled.

"Your a Grey Warden." She said. He looked at her dumbly for a few seconds, before remembering that she probably sensed him.

"Right, you probably sensed the taint in me."

"Yeah. So, why are you here when your meant to be defending the world from the Darkspawn?"

"I would ask you the same question."

"Well, you can't stay in Denerim for to long. It gets boring, you know? Ever since I became the Hero of Ferelden there's been nothing to do that doesn't involve paper work. And I'm not one for paper work. There was a stage where I traveled with my friend, but I had to come back for some of my own reasons. That's when the paper work came in."

"You should have thought of that before becoming so important. Everyone knows that as soon as you become famous all the nobles want to invite you to all of there party's, and you can't say no for fear of offending them." She laughed at his words.

"Well, someone could have told me that before I learnt the hard way." He couldn't help but smile as he talked to her.

"How did you learn?"

"I refused an invitation to a nobles ball, in the most rudest way, I may add. I remember saying 'You think I want to go to a humans party? Are you really that stupid?'. My friend, Alistair, had to get me out of that one. If he wasn't there to help me, I'm pretty sure I would have lost a lot of fame."

"Here I thought you didn't care about being an important person."

"Well, I figured if the human children know that the person who saved them all is an elf they won't be likely to abuse them, right?" What she was saying kinda made sense. Maybe if he could convince children that mages aren't people to be fear, then when they grow up they might treat mages with respect and not abuse them as they do now. He should write that down.

He came back to reality with Katrina looking at him with questioning expression. He raised an eyebrow.

"Um, what?" She rolled her eyes, and sighed.

"I said, whats the relationship between you and the other Warden, Fenris." She seemed to have repeated. Both his eyebrows shot up at the question.

"We... We're rivals from ages ago. We used to go follow Hawke on his little adventures like the one were on now. But then he got tainted by the Darkspawn and had to become a Grey Warden." He explained. She still looked at him with that questioning look. "What?" She shrugged and looked back ahead.

"It's just the fact that your eyes keep wondering to him, his features, You know. his hair, his eyes, his torso, his ass-" He threw his hand to her mouth to shut her up as he saw Fenris look back to them. He smiled innocently at Fenris' raised eyebrow. Thankfully Fenris looked back ahead shortly after and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He could feel Katrina struggle and he noticed he was also blocking her nose, preventing her from breathing. He pulled his hand away quickly, and she started coughing furiously.

Her eyes snapped to him, making him flinch visibly. She glared at him, then smiled as she started laughing. Maker save him, she was attracting a lot of attention. He scowled at her as she started to calm down. She looked at him, still giggling lightly.

"If you wanted me to shut up, you could of just said so, instead of cutting off my airflow." She laughed a bit again. He sighed. She looked at him through the corner of her eye. "Soooo...You and the elf." He glared hotly at her, but she still didn't back down. "I know that he's pretty, but really, he hates mages. How were you ever planning on making that work?" She was just making it worse. Know he could remember just how impossible it was that Fenris might have a lick of feeling for him.

"I never really planned on making it work," He started quietly. "At first it was just desire, lust. No feelings." That brought back memories. Horrible ones that involved him running back to his clinic because of something that would happen by accident with the elf. It also seems that the Lyrium in Fenris calms Justice down. So there was that little luxury. "But then the deep roads happened. I thought I would never get to see him again after he was taken by the Wardens. I only realized how I felt after he was gone. Its still desire, but I also feel that I want to be there, with him. No matter what happens. I haven't felt like that for ages." He sighed. "Maybe if I had keep't a better eye on him in the deep roads, he would have never been tainted." He looked back to Katrina, who was looking at the ground.

"Well," She start, sighing. "I know how that feels. It's like everything is taken away from you due to just one stupid mistake." There was a long pause, before he put in a little,

"I know, it sucks." They stopped the conversation after that, Katrina going to socialize with the others, while he just lagged at the back of the group in his own show of depression. That little talk gave him a lot to think about, to much. It made him pissed at the same time as relieved. Now he had something to think about besides the elf, but he also had more stuff involving the elf. Justice's voice still boomed in his head, giving him a pretty permanent headache, while on the outside of his head there was his friends, along with the sound of the city falling down around them.

They went up yet more step. And guess what they found there, more Qunari asking to be killed. Aveline and Fenris charged into the middle of battle, to kill off as much as they could, while Katrina slashed and stabbed the Qunari with her dagger and longsword. Appering in and out of sight. Varric spewed arrows at the enamy and he and Hawke threw spells at them. Anders healing, Hawke doing serious damage.

With all this fire power, the battle was over before it had even began. He let out an exhausted sigh. All this magic was draining him. He needed to stop using so much of it. Even though that's what he wanted to do, there was no way he would actually get to do it. Justice was always breathing down his neck, getting him to wake up early and open the clinic, or getting him to do his manifesto in the middle of the night. He never got a break to himself, where he could just read a book, or something.

"Was that all of them?" Hawke asked. To answer it, there was a big explosion, that knocked them all to the ground. He groaned in pain and annoyance and looked up. It had been a Saarebas. And that same Saarebas went over to where Hawke was and started charging a spell that was sure to finish him off.

Suddenly, he could feel a pull on his magic, making him slightly more tired. Unfortunately, he knew exactly what it was. Templar magic. That mean't Templars. He didn't think Justice would be able to take it. If he didn't calm down, then Anders would end up in the gallows courtyard, missing his body. The only good thing about it was the fact that the Qunari mage suddenly lost his pull on the fade, hence losing his spell. A sword got plunged into it's chest and pulled out. Then gone to cut it's head off. He felt a bit sorry for it. He would have felt more sorry if it hadn't just tried to kill them. After the Saarebas moved out of the way, dead on the ground, Anders could see the shiny Templar plate. But it wasn't just the ordinary Templar plate, this was the Knight-Commander plate. So then that must be..

"I am Knight-Commander Meradith." She said, as she helped Hawke onto his feet. Hawke nodded his thank you, probably not liking the idea of a Templar either. He helped himself up, and glared at the woman. She was the one making it harder for mages in the city. The only hint of respect he had for her came from the fact that she denied the tranquil solution. Beyond that, she was a Templar, and couldn't be trusted.

Meradith narrowed her eyes at Hawke. "I know you." Hawke arched an eyebrow, still not looking the least bit interested in what she had to say. "The name Hawke has come in many of my reports. To many." Well, it doesn't look like she trusts Hawke one tiny little bit. To him it was a good thing, considering Hawke thought of trust as a two way thing.

"Don't expect me to say sorry. None of those are really my fault. Now, if you'll excuse me-" Hawke said, going around Meradith and intending on heading out. That was before Meradith called him.

"I do not expect such a thing. But I do expect you to meet me at the keep." Hawke turned to her, fury clear in his eyes. "And I also know you will do it. You're brother will be there." She walked passed him, not saying another word. Hawke looked like he was going to kill someone. The problem was, there was nothing much stopping him.

Hawke raised his hand, making a motion that clearly meant 'Come on, we've got work to do'. Anders sheathed his staff, following Hawke. He really needed to stop going though this. Now they were helping the Knight-Commander. What could be worse for a rebel mage? Clearly nothing, as it seems. He looked over everyone else to make sure there were no injuries. His eyes landed on a large burn on Katrina, along with a slash on Fenris. Great, now he had to heal the two elves that probably annoy him the most. Katrina for her infuriating... EVERYTHING! And Fenris for making him impossibly infatuated with him, the elf he used to call his rival before this all had happened. Now he didn't know what to call him.

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Hey, look! Up there! It looks like there is gonna be more interaction between Fenris and Anders next chapter. Oh how I am awesome. :D

PS, next chapter will be up like, maybe thursday or friday. (Fenders friday?! :D)