First fic! I came up with this idea when I was very tired, so just expect a happy-go-lucky story to make you smile. I don't plan for this to be very long so the chapters are pretty short.

And so our story begins. A tale of adventure and romance, where you have the power to save the world, or destroy it...

Unless you're this girl.

She was named Alex, yes, very original. She lived in London, in a small, unassuming apartment, it had a kitchen/living room area, two bathrooms and a small bedroom. It was rather dirty, and a bit crammed, but it was hers, and she had to make the best out of what she had.

It was roughly 9:00pm, and she had just gotten home from work. What served as work for her was a run down restaurant nearby, it didn't pay very well, but it was enough to afford her apartment. Sighing heavily she unlocked her door and stepped inside. Throwing her bag on the floor and kicking off her shoes she started heading towards her kitchen when she noticed a small box sitting on the countertop, it was just a regular cardboard box, with what appeared to be an unopened letter on top.

"How did that get in here?" She wondered aloud, walking over to it and taking the letter. Opening it up carefully, she read it.

"Hey sis! No, this isn't gonna blow up or anything. I've come down to visit, remember? Stopped by your place to say hi, but remembered that you work late. Anyway, I got you something, I wanted to give it to you personally but I didn't feel like hauling it around anymore so I just broke into your apartment and left it in your kitchen. If you're mad for some reason you won't be when you open the box! I know you love those Fable games, so here you go.
-Riley."

To this day she regretted getting him that lock picking kit when they were kids, now stuff like this happened, frequently. And yeah, she loved Fable, well, the first two were obviously her favorites... Rolling her eyes she grabbed a knife and cut through the tape that was keeping the box closed, it was full of packing peanuts. She reached inside and her fingers closed around some soft fabric, she pulled it out, sending a few peanuts to the floor in the process.

"And... It's a doll." She held up it up by its arm, it was limp and cheaply made, probably handmade actually. A small smile crept its way onto her face, it was a Reaver plushy, the same as in Fable 2. She'd played it over and over again, and somehow Reaver was always her favorite character in the whole game, maybe even the whole franchise.

"Hello Mr. Reaver, if you could see yourself now... Don't think you'd be impressed. At least you're a sweet little pirate, instead of Reaver 2.0." She giggled and put the doll under her arm, getting out her phone from her pocket she dialed Riley's number.

...Voicemail.

"Hey Riley, it's Alex, I got the doll. Cute little thing, if not a bit creepy. Thanks for thinking of me, I appreciate it. Let's go and get something to eat tomorrow, sure you're sick of haggis anyway." She hung up and went to her fridge, moving around things around until she found her leftover sandwich, she took it out and stood there and ate it, it was the first thing she'd eaten today besides a few snacks to get her through work. After she was finished she threw away the wrapper and walked into her bedroom.

Opening up her drawers she grabbed her pajamas and a towel that was laying on the edge of her bed from her last shower. She placed PlushReaver on her bed, leaning against her pillow, which only lasted a few seconds before he fell over. Rolling her eyes again she went into her bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Alex pulled the towel away from her short wet hair, leaving a tousled mess. Buttoning up her My Little Pony pajama shirt she got under the sheets, grabbing PlushReaver before he rolled of the bed. "Oi, you're staying with me buddy." She said, placing him next to her and patting his head. "Goodnight, Pirate King." She added quietly, dozing off.

Alex was abruptly woken up by something heavy on top of her. She opened her eyes and gasped, a man whose face she couldn't see was laying on her bed. He groaned loudly and rubbed his head. Alex screamed, reached over to her nightstand, grabbed her clock and without a moments hesitation slammed it into the man's head. He grunted and fell off the bed, landing on the floor.

Frantically getting her phone, Alex shakily started to dial 999 while her mysterious intruder rolled over on his back. She put the phone to her ear right as he began to speak.

"Please, give me the slightest explanation as to why that just happened..."

Her eyes widened. "999, what's your emergency?" There was only one thing she could say: "I think Stephen Fry's in my bedroom..."

"Ma'am?" Questioned the person on the phone.

She hesitantly reached over and turned on her lamp, illuminating the room. The man moaned, trying to shield his eyes from the sudden light. He had dark brown hair, handsome features, and a small beauty mark under right eye.

"Uhh... going to... have to call you back." She said slowly, ending the call. She swung her legs over the bed and stood up, taking the clock with her. She stood over him, clock raised above her head in case he tried anything. He looked up at her, hardly able to focus.

"I-It can't be... That's impossible." She whispered.

"As much as I just adore a pretty face, I'm afraid that I'm a bit confused." He grumbled, he might not have even been talking to her.

"Who are you?" She questioned, leaning down.

"Pfft, who am I? My dear girl, how could you possibly not know who I am?" He had an arrogant and condescending tone, just like in the game.

"Oh Jesus, I've lost my bloody mind." She said breathlessly.

"Who?" Reaver looked around and started to adopt a confused expression. "Care to tell me where I am?"

"Really!? I'm not the one to sit here and answer questions, you tell me who you are, how and why you're in my house, and then maybe, just maybe I won't call the cops." Yelled Alex, which proved to be a bad idea, as he immediately pulled out his gun from his holster that she hadn't noticed before, and aimed it at her.

"Hmm, just when I was trying to be civil... Why don't you calm down a tad, my sweet?" She put up her arms and backed away. Is that the Dragonstomper? Was this some crazed cosplayer or something? He slowly got up, keeping the pistol leveled at her the whole time.

He suddenly took a sharp intake of air and fell to one knee, his gun dropping slightly. Alex went to take a step forward but he stopped her.

"Don't.' He hissed. 'I've just about had enough of this, where am I?" He placed one hand to his head, now that she considered it he might have a slight concussion...

"You. Are. In. My. House." She said as if to a child. That didn't seem to make him any happier, he narrowed his eyes and frowned.

"Where. Is. Your. House?" He spat out, copying her mockingly.

She sighed, she's probably dreaming anyway, so why not just make the most of it. 'You're Reaver aren't you? The Pirate king?" She asked.

"Of course? Who else could I possibly be?" He responded, as if it was the dumbest question anyone had ever asked him. She turned around and searched for the doll. It was gone.

"Where's PlushReaver?" She wondered out loud.

"What...? Who..." He swayed a bit and then collapsed on her floor, his gun falling from his fingers.

.

.

.

"You dead?" She asked finally, kicking away his gun. She sat down and pressed her fingers against his neck. "...Nope. Not dead." She contemplated what to do, should she go back to bed? Should she call the cops again? Hell, should she just throw him out on the street? Nah, why not just put him on the couch. It's her "dream" after all.

She put one arm around his waist and put his arm across her shoulders, she then dragged him out into the living room, he was heavier then he looked. Panting, she managed to lay him down on her couch, making sure to go through his clothes for any more weapons that weren't mentioned in the game. She came across a pouch in his pocket, pulling it out it jingled.

Sure, she knew she probably shouldn't go through his stuff, but her curiosity got the best of her. She gasped when she opened it, inside were an assortment of gold pieces and precious gems. She wanted them, she really, really wanted them. He probably stole them anyway, in fact she knew he did...

She almost took them, until she realized that if she did that she'd be stealing from Reaver, and that wouldn't end well. Instead she put them back where she found them.

Mumbling to herself she grabbed a blanket that that was laying on the back of her couch and draped it over Reaver, sort of bundling him up like a burrito. Pushing some hair out of his eyes she looked closer at his face. He looked like him, sounded like him, was it possible? She'd sometimes daydream about what it would be like to meet someone from a fantasy world, but she never imagined anything like this happening.

She did happen to push back his hair enough to notice the red spot on the side of his head. Hopefully he'd be ok, she knew she hit him hard, she was actually surprised she didn't just knock him out, well she technically did, but...

She sighed, stepping back.

"How? This isn't real, it can't be real... Right? I'm gonna go to sleep, and he'll be gone. Definitely."

Not.

(I'm used to drawing, not writing haha, if you see typos, or anything that bugs you, let me know! I really want to improve. But anyway thank you so much for reading all the way through!)