I think I need to apologize for the fact that I haven't updated in like, a month. Sorry! As soon as I updated it last time, I lost my internet. That went on for three weeks and I didn't get any work done. And when I got it back, I spent so much time doing other things that I forgot to start writing again. And as a plus, I was only getting ideas for new stories, not ideas for stories I already have up.

Here's a list of pairings that I forgot to add in the second chapter. One sided? Anders/Fenris (Fenders) M!Hawke/Isabela, in past and possibly near future F!Tabris/Alistair. That's all so far, but more will be added. And I take suggestions!

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Looks like he managed to make sure the elf doesn't need extreme healing after this battle. It was easy for Anders to pull Fenris out of range of that swing. He may be a mage, but he still has some muscle from twirling that staff. And after all, Fenris is much more light then people may think. It was doubtful that Fenris would appreciate the whole saving his life thing, but that's the life of a healer for you. Well, the healer of a bratty, broody, prickly, horribly annoying, extremely handsome...

His mind wasn't helping the situation one bit.

Get your head back into the battle! Justice scolded him. He still hated how the damn spirit could read all his fucking thoughts! Nothing good comes when your thinking of something you do not want anyone to know about, then, due to there minds being linked, there is the chance that the next time your spirit possesses you he could blurt out all of your secrets and private thoughts. He already had to put up with that when Fenris was here, now all of those fears have come back to the surface.

He looked around to find that all the Qunari were dead, strangely enough. His head turned from side to side, seeing that everyone was now talking to each other. His eyes went back to the front of him and he was greeted by the sight of Hawke.

"What is your problem?" Hawke asked, sounding as irritated as he was this morning. He must still be going through the initial shock that is falling for a whore. Like he said, never fall in love with a whore. No one ever listened to him then, either.

"Nothing." Hawke only narrowed his eyes. No wonder him and Fenris got along so well. They both glare people into the ground, making sure they never get up again, just by looking into they'er eyes. Oh, what an intimidating bunch they are.

"Like hell. You just zoned out. You," Hawke started poking the middle of his chest every time he punctuated a word. "Can. Not. Zone. Out. Mid. Battle." Suddenly he felt this instant need to disagree with him, but a tiny voice was telling him that was a bad idea. Or rather a very LARGE BOOMING voice, telling him that he could use Hawke in the fight for mages. He held his hands up in surrender.

"Right, right. Sorry."

"What the fuck would make you lose focus when we are in battle?" White hair, green eyes, tanned skin, black armor, never breaking stare, skin tight leggings, the ass that the skin tight leggings show off, Shiny tattoos made of Lyrium that attracts the common eye, as well as my own. full lips, gorgeous face... Why am I thinking about this?

You explain that to me. Humans have such a strange attraction to elves. It does not make sense to me.

Well, I'm sure it wouldn't make sense to you, being a fade spirit and all. Can't really explain it myself.

Your friend, the pirate, says they have pretty eyes. Maybe there is some kind of effect that the eyes make.

Just shut up. He hoped that would silence the spirit. He remembered that conversation. But Isabela had only said that so Fenris would stop asking about the relic. It worked well enough. Now, back to what he was doing. Wait... what was I doing? He wondered on this for a few seconds, before he remembered the question he left floating in the air. He just hoped Hawke didn't slap him for it.

"Its nothing." He tried, but Hawke's glare did not falter. Damn, that glare made him want to find a hole somewhere and bury himself in it, just to get away from it. Hawke was a lot more scary then anyone gives him credit for. A wonder the most known pirate whore managed to steal the man's heart. She also managed to stab it, rip it apart, spit on it and leave it somewhere in the Sea of Ash to be found by some random person that doesn't know what the heart went through. That would suck. He had had his healthy amount of heart breaks himself, but Hawke didn't seem like he had a heart till Isabela crushed it.

Hawke glared a bit harder, before giving up. "If that nothing is distracting you from healing, then sort it out. If one of my companions die because your making heart shaped eyes at 'nothing', then I will make sure there is no healer to save the people of Darktown, are we clear?" Great. Now even Hawke could see what was making him miss his spells. He gave a sharp nod, knowing full well that even though Hawke puts on this tough guy act, he would crumble if one of them died. Hawke wasn't so much of a bad guy around them. So as long as Hawke has his friends, he can fight any foe that stands in his way.

Hawke walked away to go help someone off the ground. Now that he looked at it, there was a whole bunch of mage corpses on the ground. Poor people. How did they get here, anyway? I thought they didn't let them out of the Gallows.

They are most likely here to assist with the assault on the city.

In this case, they would have been safer in the Gallows then anywhere else, at the moment. It was probably the Knight-Commander that made them come down here. Heartless wench that she is. She keeps them in the Gallows to 'keep them safe', but I just don't see it.

Indeed. It is most strange that even though they claim they are helping them, they do not allow them to see they'er loved ones, but they allow them out to get slaughtered. It is unjust. The sooner we fix the mage's plight, the better. You must be more committed.

I AM committed. If I wasn't, I would have never been the host for you, and could have stayed the way I was. Completely selfish, not caring, and living life to the fullest.

If you are committed, then stop fantasizing about the elf. He is a distraction. Your infatuation with him is not good for the cause.

I am not infatuated with him!

Then stop thinking about him.

I will stop thinking about him, as soon as you stop mentioning him. It's kinda hard not to think about someone when there being talked about. But of course you wouldn't know that.

I do not care for the matter. Just deal with your silly crush.

I thought the only meaning of the word crush you knew was 'I shall crush you into oblivion'.

After spending enough time with you, one learns.

Greeaat... Maybe Varric could lend Bianca. He could kill himself and not have to worry about all this. Or maybe he could just tell Varric to do it himself, instead of Anders having to touch Bianca. Or maybe he could ask Aveline if he could borrow her sword so he can kill himself and save everyone the trouble of having to deal with him. Then at least Justice would be free from his body.

Killing ones self is a sin in the eyes of the Maker.

Fenris had said that. Oh, sod it all. He really was going to go mad from all this nonsense. He had to get his head back in the game, or rather, the war. Anders looked back over to Hawke, and saw him talking with first enchanter Orsino. Another elf that makes him wonder why the hell he's living. Orsino bows down to the Templar's, doesn't do anything wrong, but for what? To continue being jailed?

Katrina ran to him, with a smile on her face. "I just remembered. I have something for you." Katrina started digging through her packs. It had been a long time since anyone had ever given him anything. Not since his days with the Warden-Commander. She keep't digging through her packs, being rather unsuccessful. "I know it was somewhere here." Anders stood there, arms crossed over his chest, while she tried to find this 'something'.

She stopped suddenly. "Well, it couldn't have just ran away." He could hear her whisper faintly, 'Well, it could run, but that's beside the point.'. He couldn't think of anything that could run away, that someone he only knew for like, a few hours would give to him. Her eyes widened a bit, before she turned around. Hawke was still talking to Orsino, with Aveline asking the man questions. Varric was petting Bianca while they wait, and Fenris was just standing there.

"Fenris!" Katrina yelled out. Fenris, in turn, turned to look at her. He took a moment to glare at Anders, to which Anders just rolled his eyes. You'ed think the elf would get over the whole 'I hate mages' thing after all this time. But no, he didn't. Such a shame to. Now he had to suffer that glare once more. Its not like he cared that much, its just that he had to put up with glares enough in his time at the circle, it would be nice to just meet a group of people that didn't give him the evil eye.

Katrina made a 'come here' motion with her hand. Fenris walked up to them, not looking at them, but through them. It made him feel like he was being ignored. Not like he wasn't used to it by now, it just annoys him to no end. Fenris stopped a few feet in front of them.

"Hey, Fen, do you know where-"

"No."

"Fen, I think it snuck into your pack-"

"No."

"Fen-"

"Stop calling me that!"

"Aww, come on! Its just a nickname. It means wolf, anyway. So stop growling, and let me finish my sentence."

"It is not in my pack. That thing never even made it into my room." This conversation was just making him more curious as to what this 'present' is. It sounds like it might be something to do with magic, considering the tone in which Fenris talks about it. But that's just a guess.

"Could we at least take a look? I mean, I can't have just forgotten it."

"Then hopefully we left it back in Amaranthine."

"Oh, you don't mean that!"

"Then again, it might have been better just to give it to someone else, so I didn't have to put up with it." Fenris suddenly made a face, and he could see Katrina smile. What was going on?

"Something wrong, Fen?" Katrina asked. Fenris' brows drew together. Fenris then started looking through his own packs. When he couldn't find anything, he glare at the pouch on his belt. Anders was starting to remember the gifts he got from the Warden-Commander. One of them being...

Fenris unbuttoned the pouch, to reveal a clump of orange fur. Anders could feel his own eyes widen as Fenris grabbed the ball of fur to reveal an adult tabby cat, that should not have even managed to fit in the pouch. Talk about a cat that can get into tight spaces.

"Sir Pounce-A-Lot?" Anders couldn't help the smile that graced his lips at the sight of his old companion. Fenris held it up by its neck fur, holding it out to him.

"This thing won't leave me alone. Get it away from me." Fenris said. Sir Pounce-A-Lot practically jumped into Anders arms when presented the chance. Anders hugged the feline to his chest, happy to feel the fur tickling his nose. Pounce rubbed his head against the feathers on his shoulders.

"Aww, Pounce. Its been to long, hasn't it? Did everyone treat you well?" Pounce meowed as if in answer to all his questions, making him coo over the cat even more. He looked to the two elves he thought would never be able to obtain his old friend. In fact, how did he come into they'er hands?

"Where did you two get him?" Katrina and Fenris looked at each other, and sighed.

"That cat goes through a lot of owners. From what I remember from the story, he had been through all of the Wardens in the keep. All giving him to the next because of him being more trouble then he's worth. I got him from Oghren, Oghren said he got it from the Warden-Commander, Oghren said that she gave him to her saying that he was ruining her collection of shiny things. Oghren gave him to me because the cat got drunk from drinking near all of his ale. Now that includes Oghren's special brew, so when I got the cat, he was tipsy. I didn't even know you could get a cat drunk." She said with a laugh.

"Wait, Oghren got my cat drunk?" Ohh, the words he was going to say if he ever saw that drunken dwarf again.

"Actually, the cat got himself drunk. Anyway, that was also when I met Fenris, and that's when I found out that it was Fenris that had to take care of Pounce before the Warden-Commander. He gave it to the Warden-Commander, saying that the cat was keep annoying him." That brought his gaze to Fenris. The scary, mage hating, covered in Lyrium elf took care of his cat. It made him unconsciously pull Pounce tighter to his chest.

Fenris looked at him with the same glare as always, then with a raised eyebrow at the glare being aimed at him, instead of him doing the glaring.

"You know, I can really feel the love in the air. Can't you?" Katrina said, rather sarcastically at they'er glaring. "But then again, that may just be me. Hero or Ferelden and all that jazz. I probably had to much trouble killing the Archdemon to know when love was around. But again, could just be me." Fenris shot a glare in her general direction. She, however,didn't flinch under his gaze. Just tsked.

"Not cringing under his glare? He takes offense to that." Anders did flinch when that same glare was pointed at him.

"Pfft, I used to travel with a Qunari. You really think he can out glare them?"

"You... traveled with a what?"

"So you are death as well, mage." Fenris said.

"Now now, ladys-" Katrina tried, but Anders was having none of this from the elf.

"Well, working day in and say out helping those who can't help themselves does tend to make your hearing faulty. Trying to save my own kind from the cruel hand of the Templars also seems to do it. And I don't see you going to rescue your fellow slaves from Tevinter. Or do you want them to go through what supposedly happened to you." I really need to stop talking. I'm only increasing the amount the elf hates me.

Stopping seemed to have been impossible though.

"But I guess your just the picture of perfection, right?" Looking at him now, yes. Yes he is. Now even his mind was betraying him. Here he thought it was just his body that didn't like him. A look at Fenris proved that, no, his body wasn't the only thing that hated him.

So much for a good impression.

"You know," Katrina started. "looking at this now, I remember why I hated humans." She said with a glare.

"And I realize how much I truly hate mages." Fenris said, before turned away to walk over to Hawke. Katrina looked at him once, then gave Pounce a little pat before joining her friend. This left Anders to realize how fucked he was. If he had just managed to keep his mouth just, then he wouldn't be in the position he is now. His relationship with Fenris has just gone from progress, to rivals. Again. And to make things worse, Knight-Commander Meradith was making her way towards Hawke.

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Anders, you really need to just shut up or you'll never get anywhere with Fenris. Hope you all liked this chapter. Just remember, I can write any pairing. I have got Awakening, so I am getting to know more characters. Have a good Day/Night!