A/N: I changed the amount of chapters to this story, more shorter ones rather than less long ones. There is no new content.

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"Can I help you with something, Inquisitor?" Leliana asked. Trevelyan sometimes came up to Leliana's tower just to spend time with Leliana's birds, so it was a fair question.

"I wondered if you had heard anything else from the Hero of Fereldan, since what happened with the Wardens," Trevelyan asked. She had grown up in a Circle of Magi, and ten years earlier had heard the wild stories about another mage, from another tower, just like her, who had defeated a Blight. She had privately been rather disappointed when they had not been able to recruit her for the Inquisition.

It was starting to feel like she was meeting all of the Hero's friends, and not Warden Commander Surana. Even Cullen had met her, and from what Trevelyan gathered, he had had a bit of an obsession with her back then. It made her own obsession with meeting the Warden more amusing to her and probably more awkward to her Commander-slash-lover, which was partly why he knew nothing about it.

Leliana set down the report she had been reading and smiled. "I have," she said. "She wrote to me just yesterday, I am sorry I had not yet gotten around to telling you. She means to visit. She is hoping to surprize Alistair, actually, and I was hoping you would help me delay his trip to Weisshaupt."

"Absolutely," Trevelyan said immediately. "Yes. I will do it! I am on it! Where is Alistair? You know, right? You're the spymaster, of course you know. Tell me!"

"Inquisitor, are you alright?" Leliana asked cautiously. "You're…well, you're bouncing."

"Oh, that… That will stop. I'm sure. It's just enthusiasm."

"Enthusiasm," Leliana repeated. "Yes, well, Alistair might be in the garden. I know he meant to say goodbye to Morrigan before he left."

Trevelyan vaulted over the railing in the center of the tower and heard Leliana's cry of alarm. Just before she landed, she used a blast of force magic aimed at the ground to pad her landing. Unfortunately, this also caused Solas' papers to scatter everywhere.

"Inquisitor…" he began in an irritated voice.

"Sorry, Solas!" Trevelyan shouted over her shoulder, rushing out the door and past Varric on her way to the garden, who called her name in surprize.

In her haste, she bolted right into Alistair as he approached the door on the other side, and both of them tumbled over into the garden with a loud thump. "ARGH…." Alistair grumbled. "What…who…Inquisitor…?"

Lying on top of him and now blushing furiously, she hurried to her feet. "I'm so sorry! Oh no! Please forgive me!" she cried. She offered him a hand as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head which he seemed to have hit.

Morrigan approached them, chuckling. "No need to apologize, Inquisitor," she said. "Alistair has always been extremely uncoordinated. It's a miracle he didn't land on his sword."

"Ha-ha," Alistair replied sarcastically, accepting the Inquisitor's offered hand. He looked at her, ignoring Morrigan, "Where were you in such a hurry to get to?"

"I…wanted to make sure you and Commander Cullen had a chance to talk before you left. He's a big fan of yours you know," Trevelyan lied. She was a poor liar, and Morrigan gave her a look that said she knew it, but Alistair seemed like he believed her, even if he was baffled.

"He…is?" Alistair echoed.

"Oh, yeah! You saved Fereldan from the Blight! A Templar-trained Warden!"

"Well…my love did most of the work…I mainly carried the luggage and fed the mabari…."

"Where is that mangy hound?" Morrigan asked, to the Inquisitor's relief. "Still with her?"

"He hasn't left her side once. She suggested he go with me when we split up, but he and I were both against it and she couldn't win that argument."

"Yes," Morrigan agreed, her voice dripping sarcasm. "Your combined brain-power would surely have overwhelmed her."

Alistair sighed, turning back to the Inquisitor. "Where is Commander Cullen?"

"I'll take you to him," Trevelyan offered. Oh, crap, she thought.

Alistair followed her out of the garden and said, "You know, I actually missed Morrigan."

"You missed her insulting you?" Trevelyan asked, confused.

Alistair laughed. "I think she just does it out of habit, to be honest. It used to be worse. "

Trevelyan led Alistair through Solas' room to get to Cullen's office, completely forgetting that she had made a mess of it. "Oh…" she said when they entered the room.

Alistair looked from her to the mess, then to where Solas stood, glaring. "I'm going to guess that you had something to do with this?"

"Well…."

He laughed again, shaking his head. "You come from a Tower of Magi, right?" he asked, beginning to pick up some of the papers with her.

"I do."

"I swear, you let some of you mages out of those towers and you get so excited about seeing everything that you become little tornados in your rush to get around…my love was the same way during the Blight. Luckily for us, we were camping. Not much to mess up."

Is that why Cullen is always putting his papers into his desk when I enter his office? Trevelyan thought vaguely. "I don't think we're all like that," she said, she had a hard time picturing Vivienne ever being messy a day in her life.

"No, you're not," Solas cut in. "Some mages who spent their lives in captivity, being constantly watched lash out with magic and demons. I suppose I find your behaviour preferable."

"As do I," Alistair agreed as they finished putting the last few papers back on Solas' table.

"Thank you for your assistance," Solas said with a nod to Alistair. He seemed less upset with the Inquisitor after Alistair's insights as well, for which she was grateful.

"Cullen is this way," she said. Alistair followed her out the door and across the upper rampart.

"I wonder how Weisshaupt will compare to this," Alistair said, admiring the view of Skyhold.

Trevelyan did not reply. "Let me just make sure he isn't too busy right now," she said, rushing inside before Alistair could respond.

Cullen looked up when she entered and she smiled slightly as he sighed and put the report he had been reading into a drawer in his desk. He smiled at her though. "Falyn, is there something you need?"

"I need you to help me delay Alistair's departure," she told him. His eyebrows rose and he gave her a face she recognized as his 'patiently waiting to hear the explanation for the insanity' face. "The Hero of Fereldan is on her way here, she wants to surprize him."

Cullen took a deep breath, and walked around his desk. "I see," he said. "How are we expected to delay him without telling him this? Wouldn't telling him make it far easier? He would want to stay."

Trevelyan shook her head. "That would ruin her surprize!"

"I see," Cullen said again with a slight sigh. "What do you need me to do?"

"I told Alistair you're a fan of his and that he needed to talk to you before he left…"

Cullen stared at her with his golden eyes. "Maker's breath," he said, shaking his head. He grabbed her hand and pulled her against him brushing his lips against hers. She sighed. "I love you," he told her. "So I will allow you to make me look foolish if it makes you happy."

Trevelyan grinned and kissed him quick but hard. "I love you, thank you!" she cried, running to let Alistair in. "He isn't busy!" she called to Alistair, who had wandered a little further down the walkway to have a better view of the horses.

Alistair nodded and followed her inside. He and Cullen shook hands, and after a moment Alistair said, "So…"

"Yes," Cullen agreed, nodding.

"Right," Alistair replied. "Well, I should really get going…"

The Inquisitor looked at Cullen with wide eyes and he put a hand on the back of his neck. "No—don't go—I wanted to talk to you about…" he shot her a look and she shrugged and mouthed: Templars? Blight? Archdemon?

Alistair sensed the awkward hesitation and said, "Look, I remember what happened in the Tower of Magi in Fereldan. I remember you there. I remember how you reacted to Rhea." He glanced at the Inquisitor before continuing, "I really didn't think it was something we needed to talk about."

Cullen looked shocked. "I… No. No, of course not. I didn't mean…."

Trevelyan took his hand and Alistair looked apologetic. "My mistake, I didn't realize you were together."

The Inquisitor smiled. "It's my fault. Cullen's really too busy today for this, but I encouraged him to do it. There's someone else you might want to see though."