Hawke and Isabela talked on their way down to Anders clinic. Jennifer walked shortly ahead of them, giving them their needed space, seeing how they seemed to be getting along nicely. She was not apprehensive, nor was she scared, she just was. She understood the dangers, both Bethany and Anders having explained to her exactly what was to happen. They were very knowledgeable in the ways of magic and the ritual was seemingly simple.

Aveline stood at the door waiting, Varric stood a little ways off, holding Bianca at the fore. Hawke lightly touched Jennifer's shoulder and smiled down at her. She nodded, an unspoken understanding. Both Hawke and Aveline took arms, guarding the doorway from Coterie, Carta and Templars alike. She stepped into the clinic and found that the cots had been moved to around the edges of the main room. In the center sat two palettes. Both Bethany and Merrill would perform the ritual, much to Fenris' dismay, who stood to the side nervously shuffling his feet.

Anders stood next to Merrill and Bethany, explaining bits of the ritual, when Jennifer walked in, however, he took Bethany and Merrill aside speaking with them privately. Jennifer walked up to Fenris and placed a smile upon her face. Will he be the one to strike us down if demons possess our bodies and we become abominations? She wondered. Before she could voice her question, Anders led her towards the palettes on the floor asking her to lay upon one of them. She complied, making herself as comfortable as possible, before Anders did the same.

He turned towards her and smiled. "Everything will be alright."

Merrill stepped beside her and smiled holding a roughly worked clay bowl, "Here, drink this. It will calm your nerves and help you sleep." She did as she was told, the bitter liquid spilling down her throat. She did not mind and before long she fell into a blissful sleep. Merrill nodded at Bethany who turned to Fenris. "We're ready."

He nodded and stepped forward, standing between the two mages. His markings itched fiercely as they placed their hands upon his shoulders. He pushed the feeling aside and concentrated on what he had to do. When the first trail of magic began, both Anders and Fenris winced. Fenris from the pain of power being pulled from his markings, and Anders for the force of being sent into the Fade…

-ooo-

Justice awoke in the twisted dreamscape of the Fade, rotten bark peeled away from twisted trees, fog blurred his vision of the usual mix and he never felt so at home. The very being of the Fade gliding in song along the skin of Anders body. He did not dawdle, however, he quickly wound his way through the doors of the Fade, following them as well as any map within his memory.

Quickly he found himself within a room. Inside this room was a litter of boxes, each carefully decorated, treasures of Jennifer's mind. Each holding a memory or thought, but finding the one to her connection to the Fade, would be tedious and time consuming. He perused through the decorative cases, with his knowledge he narrowed his search down to five small boxes. The first box had a symbol he had never seen before, it was dusted with a green sparkly substance. He opened the box, the lock dissolving with his spirit's touch. A light, as bright as any he had ever seen engulfed him and he no longer was Justice in Anders body, but a man, taller than Anders, but human. He was elderly, but strong and wore clothing Justice had never seen before. A small girl with sandy blonde hair and green doe like eyes ran towards him, hugging him tightly. This was a memory, Jennifer's memory of when she was little, this little one, with the wavy sand colored hair, large green eyes and dirtied face must be her.

She peered up at him with a smile on her face and spoke a language Justice had never heard before, but understood none the less. "Popo, lo que viste? He arreglado todo por mí mismo!" Her grin showed er two top teeth missing and Justice couldn't help but smile.

"Yo lo hice. Y que hiciste un trabajo maravilloso." He kissed her forehead, unable to control the memories path and in a heavily accented voice he continued. "Your Spanish is improving. You have been practicing, haven't you."

The young Jennifer nodded. "Yep! And I'm getting pretty good at it!"

"Right you are. Right you are." He smiled again, patting her head as they walked away.

Justice was taken from the memory and placed back in the room, but this time, the room had a bed, hand -made with wood and a lavender and sage coverlet. One the bed sat a picture of the man Justice had just portrayed and an older Jennifer, probably in her early teens.

Justice moved to the next box, a dark one with black parchment peeling it's edges. Once again the lock dissolved at his touch and he was engulfed, not by a bright light but by a thick smudgy fog that threatened to suffocate him till he became a woman, short for human standards, with red curly hair, and specs on her face. She glared at this version of Jennifer, who by the look of it was no older than nine. She folded her arm before her and gestured to the line of children before the young Jennifer.

The first child step towards Jennifer and glared at her. "You're ugly." He stated and with the woman's nod, moved to the back of the line.

A young girl stepped forward next and folded her arms. "You're dumb." Again the woman nodded sending the girl to the back of the line. On and on the insults continued, and Jennifer cried, holding her head in her hands. When the last child had said her piece, the teacher stepped forward.

She peered down at this version of Jennifer and firmly gripped her by the shoulders. "You are mean, and no one will ever love someone who has been mean." Justice tried to fight the words, tried to ease the bloodshot eyes and the heart-broken tears that fell down Jennifer's face, but he could not, he could not change a memory. When he was transported back into the room, he noticed the shattered mirror and a tuft of hair upon the ground.

Justice looked at the last three boxes and sighed, he turned towards the third box, a purple box with parchment hearts attached all along the lid. He opened the box and a white light enveloped him sending him into the body of an average height teenager. He had long dark hair, that brushed his shoulders, a faded shirt and blue pants. Denim. The word burrowed into his mind, the memory effecting even his thoughs. Jennifer was laying on a bed in a room similar to the one that held the boxes. Light from outside was dimming in the evening and dust motes fluttered across her body as smiled at Justice.

Justice smiled in return walking towards the bed and lying beside Jennifer, pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss. "You are so beautiful." He brushed the short strands of hair from her face before letting his fingers follow down along her jaw, down her neck to her collarbone. His fingers traced the outside of her breast and Jennifer shivered, arching into Justice's touch ever so slightly. Justice climbed atop of Jennifer, who looked as she did now, and kissed her once again. She moaned and let her hands slide under Justice's shirt, savoring the feel of long young muscles before edging his shirt over his head, leaving him bare chested.

He ground his hips into Jennifer's a low moan escaping him. Jennifer soon wiggled out of her own shirt, leaving her only in her short pants. She writhed beneath him, aching to feel him on her, inside her. Justice unclasped the top button of her short pants before cupping her breasts. Her nails slid along his chest and he let out a groan as he slammed his mouth against hers.

He soon found his hand sliding into her short pants and across her slick slit, she gasped in pleasure, arching her back once more, brushing her breasts against him in need for friction. When she was whimpering for release, Justice pulled her short pants from her body then quickly relieved himself of his own denim trousers. His length pulsated in time with his heart as seeing her nude for exposed for him.

When he lowered himself onto her once again, he was engulfed in wet heat that seared him down to his core. When he moved within her grinding his hips along hers, a tension deep in the pit of him grew taught and ached for release. And when it became too much to bear, her muscles tightened around his length and she screamed endearments of love and happiness into the air. His release following shortly after, and when he collapsed onto her, drawing her into a deep and soft kiss, he proclaimed. "I love you."

AN: Who the foo is this guy who keeps popping up in the Fade? You'll just have to find out. Later my pretties!