Summary: Marian and Fenris just gotten married leaving Anders with a broken heart. He soon met another Hawke…but this Hawke was from a thousand years in the future. OCFHAWKE/Anders. Marian/Fenris.

A/N: The plot continues slowly x.x Thank you for the alerts, and the favorites everyone. :) I'm devoted in finishing this story. So far its going slow. Anders slowly getting over Marian while slowly bonding with Annabelle. Next chapter things speed up a bit. I'm thinking of having a love triangle and a very confused Anders later on. LOL

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It was just over a little over midnight when Hawke, Fenris, Isabela and Varric arrived in a secluded alley for a meeting one night. They all waited for about half of a hour when Isabela finally complained about the wait, seeing she could have been doing something much more fun than standing in a dark alley in the middle of the night. Hawke stopped her group from leaving with a glare of her cold sharp blue eyes and so they waited for another half a hour, before she became much more impatient than the others.

"When I see him I will tear out his insides!" Marian hissed through her teeth, just as the night shifted in temperture into a cold breeze. Finally, a person emerged from the shadows. The person wore a long black cloak with a dark hood that covered most of his face. The body structure was the only thing that gave Hawke a clue that it was a male.

"I'm sorry for making you wait, Champion." The voice said, monotone. Fenris brought out his blade and pointed it at the hooded figure.

"You're late, mage. What is it you want to speak to her about?"

The hooded figure then smiled, rather forced.

"I'm surprised you answered all your letters like this without doing any digging up first Champion." He uttered;placing the hood down revealing a middle-age man with green eyes. Isabela shivered. Varric tensed, reaching for Bianca. Something wasn't right.

Varric noticed a few shadows appearing behind them.

"Eh Hawke, I think we should get out of here." Varric said, pointed at the shadow figures behind them.

"Crap, what have you gotten yourself into now, Isabela." Isabela sighed to herself for the tenth time being with Hawke. She took out two of her daggers.

"You made it easier, Hawke. With you by my side Kirkwall is in my hand." The once hooded figure grinned before he took out a small dagger and cut his hand. Blood came flowing out and suddenly, Hawke mind clouded. She swayed a few steps.

"Come to me, Hawke. At my side you will have power." The blood-mage offered. At any other time Hawke would have deny such deals and cut that person down, but now that her mind seemed to be in a haze she could not think. She struggled only to find herself walking toward the blood-mage.

"Hawke!" cried out Isabela.

Then she stopped. Something sharp cut through her skin by her neck and the blood-mage hold on her faded. Hawke's blood stained Fenris's blade as Hawke fell limp into a bloody mess onto the floor. The fight continued. Varric rained over a dozen arrows over the battle field, piercing many shadow figures in it's wake. Isabela dodged a few slashing their throats before moving to the next while Fenris cut down the blood-mage.

Hawke is losing blood.

The clinic was mostly empty all day which was a good sign to both Annabelle and Anders. Annabelle closed up the clinic putting out the lantern while Anders was in his chamber doing who knows what. When she locked the door she sat down on a cot and covered her eyes with her hand and begin to weep. She weep for the family she had left behind in the future. The past couple of days had been stressful for her while she's trying to cope with everything. She didn't tell Anders much but she knew he wanted answers but he was kind enough to wait till she was ready. All she told him was that she was one of Hawke's relatives on her father's side. Annabelle heart pinged when she learned of her small growing crush toward her friend yesterday afternoon but sadly it was the time when he was with her great aunt Marian Hawke. It was obvious that he harbors feelings for Marian. It was all in his body language.

She felt something poked her shoulder and she looked up, meeting sad concern amber eyes. Anders poked her with a small loaf of bread. It was stale but still eatable. He smiled sadly at her.

"I'm sorry it couldn't be anything else. I don't go shopping often."

Annabelle giggled, taking the bread.

"Thanks" She bit into the bread.

He took a seat beside her.

"You miss home?" He asked, noticing her tears.

Annabelle hesitated before nodded her head.

"I missed my father." She muttered.

There was a pause of silence.

"What was he like?" Anders asked.

"He was nice...kind...and very excited over any information." Annabelle recalled sadly.

Anders took a bit out of his bread.

"When I was twelfth I lost my parents. When I first showed signs of magic, setting the barn on fire my father send me with the Templars." Anders spoke rather angry.

His father was afraid and disgusted what Anders was. It wasn't his fault that he was born like that. Anders closed his eyes remembering the day. The day when his mother crying while his father held her back. The Templars escorted him away from the farm. His father telling the Templars that he was happy to get rid of him. He didn't realize that he had his hands in a ball of fist and clenching his teeth angry until Annabelle laid her hand on top of his calming him. Justice fought for control and surprising he managed to hold him back.

"Are you okay?"

He stood up suddenly, shaking.

"Yes I'm fine." He fled.