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Can't Let You Go	By : Ellynndaria Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 7632 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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                The phone rang, and Douglas glanced at it out of habit before hurriedly snatching it off the nightstand and answering it, “Anders!”
                “I was just calling to inform you your little bitch showed up at my clinic today wanting a pregnancy test,” Anders said with venom dripping from every word. “I would say congratulations, but a fuck you seems more appropriate. Next time, pay for the mother of your child to actually see a doctor.”
                “Wait…” Anders could not have said what he thought he just said; he had to be having a drunken nightmare, “…what?”
                “She hasn’t told you yet? Well, sorry to ruin the surprise. She seemed completely excited about it in her own sick, twisted way. I’m sure you are, too.”
                Douglas felt sick, “She’s… pregnant?”
                “Am I fucking stuttering? Yes, I did the test myself. I had to know, but I guess it’s true when they say curiosity killed the cat. Goodbye, Douglas.”
                Douglas was stunned for a moment before shouting at the phone, “No! Wait!” but it was too late, Anders had already hung up. He started shaking, taking the phone away from his ear and staring at it for a few minutes in shock before it dropped to the floor as he ran to the bathroom to throw up everything he had consumed in the last month.
                He came back out of the bathroom in need of his sister and apparently another bottle since the ones on his nightstand were empty. Casting a glance in her room and finding it also empty, Douglas headed downstairs, shocked and numb from his recent news. There seemed to be voices coming from the den. Bethany was probably in there, which was good because then he only had to go one place, because the liquor cabinet was there, too. He still felt sick to his stomach, but he needed his head to shut up a lot more.
                Fellon looked Douglas up and down after he entered the doorway, sneering faintly. “Well, it is alive. I was about to call the coroner, Dougie.”
                Douglas cast a glance around the room. Everyone was here and probably gossiping about him since all eyes were now on him and the room was silent. All he wanted to do now was get the hell out of there, but Fellon was standing in front of the liquor cabinet. Douglas snarled, “Move.”
                “I don’t think so, baby brother,” Fellon growled right back, surprised at Douglas’ aggression but hardly intimidated. “You already smell like a brewery. When was the last time you took a shower? No one in the world is worth getting this fucked up over, especially not that little blonde shit. Pull your head out of his ass and move on.”
                Dusting off ancient football knowledge, Douglas launched himself across the room, throwing his full weight at his brother and knocking them both to the floor. The attack caught Fellon completely off-guard, and they hit the floor hard enough to knock the breath out of his lungs. Acting on pure instinct, Fellon grappled with Douglas, rolling the slightly smaller man beneath him, one hand pinning him down while he automatically raised a fist to fight back. Douglas focused on him for a split second before the look in his eyes became distant, and he started to scream in panic and fear, calling out for his mother. His screams were unrelenting as he relived the old fight between the two brothers that sent him to the hospital and Fellon to military school.
                Fellon’s eyes shot wide open at the sudden surge of panic. He hurriedly shifted off his brother and tried to get him to calm down. “Douglas! It’s alright now! I’m sorry, ok? I’m sorry I got angry! Damn it, snap out of it!” He tried shaking Douglas’ shoulders, but that only seemed to make things worse. Fellon shot half-angry/half-panicked glares to the benumbed audience. “A bit of help would be appreciated!”
                Bethany jumped up out of her shocked state, moving to her brothers’ sides and yelling, “I know someone has something in the house that would calm him down. Go get it. Now!” Varric quickly left the room after everyone looked around shocked Bethany seemed to have more knowledge about their activities than they thought.
                Fellon blinked toward Bethany, for a moment, too stunned to do anything else. “Bethany… I-” He shook his head, clenching his jaw hard enough to make the scar on his cheek twitch. “We thought it best if we didn’t tell you a few things.”
                “I know, my big brothers always tried to protect me, but who was protecting them?” She shook her head in dismay, leaning close to Douglas’ ear and clutching his hand. “Brother, it’s all right. Please calm down.”
                Douglas screamed, “He didn’t do anything! I fell, I swear! Please bring him back, he didn’t do it! Send me away; I pulled the knife on him! I cut his face. I deserved this, it’s all my fault!”
                “We know it was an accident. Fellon is here, and he isn’t going anywhere this time.”
                “Please don’t send him away, I NEED him!”
                “No one is sending him away, Brother. We aren’t in the hospital anymore; we are at the estate, remember?” Douglas continued to scream at his phantom parents, and Bethany pulled back, a grim expression on her face. “I really wished I wouldn’t have to do this again.” She slapped her brother hard across the cheek. He almost instantly stopped screaming. “Douglas, do you know where you are?” He stared blankly at her, “We’re at the estate remember?”
                His eyes became more focused and finally shifted between his two siblings. From the expression on Bethany’s face and the sting in his cheek, he realized what happened, and with tears still rolling down his cheeks, he looked embarrassedly at the ceiling. He wasn’t a child anymore, this shouldn’t have happened. Remembering why he was on the floor, he looked angrily at his brother, scrambling to his feet and smashing himself upside the wall. Almost twenty years later, he was still terrified of his brother and his still intoxicated broken mind snapped, “You ungrateful bastard! I lost the only person who ever loved me besides our parents and Bethany because of you!”
                “Me? What the fuck are you talking about?”
                “You have no idea what I have had to do to protect your ass from going to prison!”
                Fellon was stunned for a few moments before his eyes flashed angrily. “No one has ever asked you to protect me, so I don’t want to hear bullshit like that!”
                “You already paid for my crime. I was trying to return the favor!”
                “It wasn’t your crime, dammit! I lost my temper, and you almost died because of it!”
                “I almost died because I pulled a knife on my brother!”
                “Yeah, but only because I-” Fellon cut himself off with a frustrated noise. “Hell, we could go back and forth like this all night…”
                “You’re right. It doesn’t matter; I’ve already lost everything anyway. At least you still have Isabela. I should go turn myself in and just get this all over with.”
                “What are you talking about? You haven’t lost everything, and turning yourself in is just ridiculous.”
                “I lost Anders, my dignity, my lunch repeatedly and my freedom since I am apparently about to be a father and all because you killed Lilley!”
                “You need to….wait. What? Since I killed Lilley? What the hell?”
                Varric had returned by this point, pressing a vial into Bethany’s stunned hand, but she couldn’t take her eyes of Douglas just like the rest of the room. Douglas continued, “Yes, and they found me standing over the body, and when they found your DNA, naturally the cops thought it was me!”
                Fellon frowned deeply. “You… you think I killed Lilley?”
                “You were supposed to meet her, and I thought you were in trouble. When I showed up, you were gone, and she was dead.”
                “Lilley attacked me. I defended and got cut up before getting the hell out of there. She was alive when I left.”
                Douglas looked confused, “You didn’t kill Lilley?”
                “No.”
                He started giggling hysterically. “You didn’t kill Lilley! Of course you didn’t kill Lilley, because that would mean everything I did would have actually had a purpose.”
                Fellon glanced toward Douglas before shifting his eyes downward. “…I heard you went looking for me…and then found out Lilley was killed. I always thought that you…”
                It took several seconds for Douglas’ drunken mind to realize what he was trying to say, “Me? You thought I killed Lilley?”
                “Obviously, we were both wrong. If you didn’t, then…” Fellon’s voice trailed off, and a look of complete confusion crossed his face. “Screw Lilley. Did I hear you say you were going to be a father?”
                “HA! Ya, it would seem the bitch I was forced to sleep with when I thought I was saving your ass from prison is pregnant!” Douglas started laughing although he looked like he was going to throw up. “Better still, Anders was the one who told me since she went to his clinic for the pregnancy test!”
                “You… what?”
                “Yup. Pregnant. Figures.”
                “Before that. What’s this about a bitch you were forced to sleep with?”
                “Oh, the Coterie told me they had evidence you killed Lilley, and I could get it if I slept with the bitch, which wasn’t going to happen, so she brought in her friend.” Douglas grimaced, “You know because I am obviously into guys…” Fellon didn’t say anything else, letting Douglas talk, but he steadily grew paler beneath his tan with each word while Douglas looked like he was about to be sick any second, and sank to the floor against the wall. “Then after Anders caught us and they were done with me, all I got was a threat towards Anders.”
                “Anders…caught you?”
                “Yup, her at the front, him at the back, and they made sure I ‘enjoyed’ myself.”
                Fellon was silent as he slowly rose to his feet, his expression completely unreadable as he went back to the liquor cabinet and retrieved the whisky bottle. Without ceremony, he raised the bottle to his lips and threw back his head, taking several long swallows. “Well. Now we know what happened.”
                “Yup. Now you,” Douglas brow furrowed, speaking quietly and slowly all the sudden, “know what happened…”
                Bethany glanced at the bottle in her hand, a sedative. “I need to go do some research on this.”
                Bianca adding, “I’ll go with you, in case you have any questions.” The two women left the room, barely noticed by Douglas.
                Varric cleared his throat, and Douglas obviously distracted at the moment moved closer to Fellon with a head jerk to Isabela and Fenris to leave them alone. Varric tried to keep his voice low, he was already not comfortable with the man he was about to talk to, but what he was about to say was not going to go over well. “Fellon… I uhhh… had heard some… rumblings in the Underground…”
                Fellon had heard the group dispersing, and glanced over his shoulder briefly to catch Isabela’s eye. She gave him a faint smile before she and Fenris left the room. “What sort of rumblings, Varric?”
                “The Coterie claims they have evidence of Hawke having intimate dealings with them. Nothing concrete came across my desk, and I think we all could see how serious he was with Anders. I knew he wouldn’t go that route to deal with anyone, so I ignored it, but his reputation seems to be fanning the rumors.”
                “…Perfect.”
                Douglas looked around the room and noticed the only two left within seemed to be distracted, so he slipped out the door and back upstairs. He made a detour to Fellon’s nightstand before heading back to his room and locking the door, sitting down on the edge of the bed with his back to the door. The pictures were retrieved from underneath a pillow, Douglas lightly running a finger across the man captured on the photo paper silently, wishing there had been time to explain to Anders why he had broken his heart. Douglas thought about writing him a note but was afraid it would end up in the wrong hands and still leave Anders in danger, hopefully someone would explain it to him and why he had to do this now.
                Douglas picked up his brother’s pistol, looking it over with regret of having to use it, but his had been taken; he knew how Fellon prized his weapons. I’m sorry, Fellon.   He couldn’t even tell his siblings and everyone else how much they meant to him one last time, they would catch on, especially Fellon. He heartbreakingly couldn’t remember the last time he told his brother he loved him.
                There was a frantic pounding on the door accompanied by almost panicked yelling “Douglas! Open the door!” Of course Fellon would know, but Douglas couldn’t answer, not even able to say out loud I love you brother. Tell Bethany I’m sorry, and I love her too.
                The door shook violently, “DOUGLAS! Whatever the fuck you’re thinking of doing… DON’T!” but Douglas ignored him and switched off the safety of the pistol bringing it to the side of his head. There was a loud crash behind him as the door frame splintered and the door tore free of the latch, swinging inward with enough force to slam against the wall and knock pictures to the floor.   Fellon let out a panicked cry finding his gun to Douglas’ head, and he launched himself at his brother, trying to take him down before he could pull the trigger but the gun went off anyway.
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