I've changed a few lyrics on this. Obviously Morrigan wouldn't speak like Meg would, haha :P I did consider using this song for Isabela, but Morri won out.

(I Won't Say) I'm In Love (Hercules) – Morrigan

A smile lingered on Morrigan's face as the Warden walked away. Sten and Shale – honestly, could he take anyone less inconspicuous on these missions of his – followed him, as well as that dog that trailed at his heels constantly. She caught the bard's eye, and realised that she had been watching the two of them, a knowing grin on her face. Morrigan snorted in mock disgust, and turned away. She headed toward the forest, muttering something about herbs that even she didn't listen to.

Thoughts of the Warden played on her mind as she stepped over mossy stones and logs. Thoughts that found themselves voiced to the forest. "If there's a prize for rotten judgement," sighed Morrigan as she walked, "I guess I've already won that. No man is worth the aggravation – 'tis ancient history, foolish, childish!"

A chorus of voices came trailing behind her in perfect harmony. "Who'd'ya think you're kidding? He's the Earth and heaven to you! Try to keep it hidden? Honey, we can see right through you!" Deciding that it was merely her imagination, Morrigan continued. So did the chorus. "Girl, ya can't conceal it, we know how you feel and who you're thinking of!"

Unbeknownst to her, the others left at the camp, through Leliana's persuasion, had followed the witch, determined to make her see sense about her feelings toward the Warden. Wynne had noted that she was hardly likely to listen to them in person. So Zevran had concocted an insane plan to follow her, that seemed, so far, to be working.

Oghren threw a flower at her feet. Looking confused but unperturbed, Morrigan continued on her way, while the others silently scolded the dwarf.

"No chance, no way! I won't say it, no, no," said Morrigan, decidedly.

"You swoon, you sigh, why deny it, uh-oh?" asked the others, a few yards behind her.

"'Tis too cliché, I won't say I'm in love," replied Morrigan, her tone firm, her expression not. Sighing, she stopped to sit on a log. Her followers hastily paused, listening to her musings. "I thought my heart had learned its lesson," she lamented, "it feels so good when you start out. My head is screaming 'get a grip, girl', unless you're dying to cry your heart out!"

"You keep on denying, who you are and how you're feeling; baby, we're not buying," commented the others, looking at each other exasperatedly. "Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling! Face it like a grown-up – when you gonna own up that you've got, got, got it bad?"

Morrigan looked behind her, her belief in the voices being her imagination stopping for a moment. They were wrong, anyway. Who did they think they were, thinking they knew her mind? "No chance, no way! I won't say it, no, no," she confirmed, scowling into the shadows of the forest.

"Give up, give in!" they called back, and Morrigan allowed a small smile at their determination. It was like the Warden.

"Check the grin, she's in love," whispered Leliana to her companions.

Morrigan's scowl resumed. "This scene won't play, I won't say I'm in love!"

"You're doin' flips, read our lips - you're in love!"

Morrigan flung herself up and made her way to the camp again. She would not be told about her own mind by disembodied voices. They were probably woodland spirits trying to drag her off course. "You're way off base," she informed them, sulkily, "I won't say it. Get off my case! I won't say it!"

"Girl, don't be proud, it's okay you're in love," called her followers, quietly. Wynne sent a small spark of magic to the flower Oghren had thrown, and it followed the witch all the way to back to camp. They followed it, silently.

Morrigan was surprised to see the camp deserted when she returned. Sitting down on her roll of blankets, she saw the little white flower next to her. Picking it up thoughtfully, she smiled wistfully. "Oh, at least out loud," she sighed to herself, leaning back onto the tent and smiling, "I won't say I'm in love."

The others sighed fondly as they watched her from the trees. Now all they had to do was get back without her noticing.

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Next up: A young Anders dreams of the life he can't have outside the tower.