Disclaimer:
Ok let me start by saying that I own not a damn thing connected to Lost Girl because if I did Hale and Kenzi would be End Game and that would be all she wrote. I do however own the idea for this story. And I own all the feels I am feeling right now. S4e11 Just F*ck you.. My heart is still bleeding and this is my only solace.
A head's up. This started as a sort of fix-it but my mind fought me for its' own thing, so after letting this draft sit and watching S4e13 I have decided on my own course for the rest of the series following that of e11 and while some things may be familiar, know that a lot will not be. Anything that is recognizable is not mine, as you well know.
I am getting back into the groove of things and hope this helps me out with my other ventures. Feel free to comment or not. This has really torn me up so this was actually really more for me more than everyone else, but I feel like other's might actually enjoy this as well. There will be some Angst, obviously, Romance, duh, Familial mentions, and Mysteries galore. Let me quit talking and let you immerse yourself in my rambling's.
ENJOY.
Bo gripped her friend as her small hands clenched and clung to the bloody shirt of her lover, small whispering whimpers now the only sound in the room. The raven haired beauty shivered as a cool draft prickled her skin and her body leached what warmth it could from her lifeless love, said condition obviously not stopping him from doing what little he still could for her. It registered lightly as her brain fogged over and finally blanked from Bo's whammy. She felt the shaking sobs against her shoulder and she revealed in it. At least she wasn't alone in her grief. She heard the faint sounds of a phone call.
It was oddly comforting.
"Dyson, come on pick up..Damn it"
............
"Trick.?. You need to find Dyson and Tamsin. O-ooh. Tell them to get their asses over here. No nothing is alright. I don't think anything's going to be alright ever again."
Silence.
"No. Hale's gone."
Kenzi stirred a little as those words registered in her mind and tried to lift herself up but Bo just held her tighter. Her fingers carding through the bangs stuck against her friends' forehead reassuringly. The touch didn't help, but the added whack of succu-suasion kicked out any fighting she had left in her for the moment. It didn't really matter to her if she was able to move or not anyhow because she was happy to stay where she was, laying with Hale beneath her and consoled by her friend.
She knew.
It wouldn't last.
As she drifted in and out she heard the door slam open and the heavy foot falls that fallowed echo closer as rough breathing and a strangled groan met her ears. The sound reminded her of a saddened sorry puppy and when the murmured words of consolation and pain met her ears as arms encircled, lifted, squeezed and clung with comfort she sobbed unabashedly. Dyson had never been overtly mean to her as others had and as time passed he had taken on a more hands on role of comfort and care with her he didn't really show others, so when she heard the confused babble of Tamsin and Bo, she clung closer to the shifter and felt safe with the knowledge that he would take care of everything.
As the wolf-man buried his face into her neck, his stubble scratching her, she hiccupped and choked on air, reflex making him tighten his hold once again, and before she could stop it a pain-filled squeak left her mouth. Hands loosened and everything got quiet. Tamsin was the one who stepped forward and removed her hands from where they had fallen, lifting her shirt gently to observe the culprit of pain. Bo swore, Dyson hissed in anger, and both growled when Tamsin noted the bruise was still darkening with every second.
"Kenzi we need to clean you up."
"I'm fine Tam-Tam." A croaky sound left her mouth.
"You're really not, Momz. I'm pretty sure Hale was the L.O.V.E of your very short human life, and he is gone. That right there clarifies as not fine all things considered. I may not know what to do in this situation, but I am not gonna let you lie to me or yourself. Hale wouldn't want this and you know it, deep down in there somewhere you know he'd want you to be ok. From the looks of it he did everything a man possibly could to make sure you would be ok, so just let Bo and I take care of you while Dyson gets you something to wear and cleans up. Ok. You take care of us all the time Momma Bear," Tamsin tried on a small unsure smile," let us take care of you, because we all know you really need it right now."
A watery sigh and affirmative nod was all the Valkyrie was granted, as the woman who raised her in the beginning of her last life cycle fell into a snotty, blubbering mess once again. It hurt everyone standing in that room to know that not even three feet away a man known as a , best friend, comrade, and lover was laying cold and lifeless on the floor. All of them saddened by the loss, but feeling differently all the same. A lover lost and alone, vengeful and full of pain. A comrade confused and longing to make things right. Two whose pain echoed out into the ether, one for a dear friend lost, the other for a friends love loss. It circled back and around again and again, hitting them each with every breath. They would never let it be however, too many things to be done, and in the case of the fragile human-to be cared for.
A collective breath was held when Kenzi got back on her knee's laying down on her side and traced a pattern across the place a heartbeat not that long ago. Fear grasped them all for just a moment and Tamsin would never mention it to anyone outside of that room. They hoped as eye's wondered and met that Kenzi would be ok and make this easy on them. Her pain and anger was acceptable under the circumstances but they didn't want to see the woman break after everything she had been through already, so they all stopped breathing and listened hard as she began to whisper.
"Hale, Baby, D-man's gonna take you away now. I'm not sure I want him to, cause what if your dad doesn't let me see you again, but I think I have to. And," A head tilted back to look at soft lax features and trailed up to brush across a stubbly jaw. "And, I guess I wanna say what I should have, befoh-before, everything else. I need you to know that I love you too," A choked sob broke out. "That I really wanted to say yes."
Bo flinched.
"I wanted all of that stuff. I wanted to be Mrs., not Ms., William Haley Francois Santiago, and spend the rest of my life being loved and smacking down the most egotistical Siren I had ever met. I wanted to watch Mighty Ducks over and over until you threatened to never talk to me again, just for you to bring me ice-cream and vodka when I had bad cramps and watch it with me anyways. I wanted to be there for you like always when the wolf-man's too busy to listen to you bitch about your dad or hold you while you cry about missing your mom." Blue eyes moved possessively over the corpse and settled right in his face, body leaning forward noses touching. "I wish I could have met your mother. And I really, really hope you know, knew, no know I love, loved you."
A kiss on cold lips.
And.
"I'm sorry for getting you killed baby. I am sososososososo, sorry."
A quick leap and stumble away from her lover left Kenzi with uncoordinated steps and unhindered, blinding tears. She felt an imminent fall coming but fell into the arms of her siren's best-friend, his gruff words of comforting nonsense made her even more dizzy and uncoordinated. She wanted to beg his forgiveness for being an idiot and getting his best-friend killed but she couldn't tell if the words came out right, but she did hear his overabundance of apologetic words for not being there for them.
...
Somewhere in her mind she registered she was standing in the bathroom and hoped Dyson wasn't the one stripping her naked to bathe the gore off of her, but in the moment she didn't care. The hand's on her bare skin so different from the ones before. Calloused and impersonal where the others had been soft and worshiping not too awful long ago. Between the dizziness and heart ache she was washed reverently and clumsily clothed with unsure hands and soft whispers. She might have heard Bo's voice for a second there but she wasn't sure. The consciousness came over her all at once when she was laid in her bed and smelled them. The scent of sunshine and sunflowers blending together raping her mind tearing panicked cries from her chest.
She became aware of Tamsin leaning over her trying to tell her something and could smell Bo's peach-lily musk but it didn't distract for long. As sure as she was that she was dying from heart break, she was also just as sure she had cried for hours, the pleading of the women around her falling on deaf ears. Warm arms from out of nowhere enveloped her and a big body settled behind her a while later, a body coiling around hers hushing her as her body thrashed. A strong steady heartbeat became known, and a smell of soggy earth and the windswept wild soothed, low pained conversation was heard and when another set of hands met her face all she knew was the silence and calm of the blessed darkness.
...
Maybe Massimo had come back and taken that bloody sword and ran it through her as well. Maybe she was dead too. She wasn't sure but she figured she had to be dead or Hale wouldn't be staring sadly at her from a yard away. Her hands, clean just a few minutes ago she was sure, were covered in a thick oily substance once again and she felt her heart constrict as she looked down at them.
Blood.
Electric blue met warm chocolate as she reached for him stepping closer in a panic. Her arms outstretched, fingers grabbing on and clenching a thin singlet, bunching the fabric as she pulled him close. The blood smeared all across them and she couldn't understand where all of it was coming from.
He was fine.
He was whole and healthy, and on the right side of sanity, what bit she had left, it whispered he was being too quiet. She clung and buried her body against his ignoring every small sign she was getting in this moment in favor of his embrace. The smell of wood burning and rusty iron making her stomach twist with sick. A small peak out from his chest was all it took to be breathless. Chained in a row right across and in front of her was a group of women, mouths gagged, trying to fight their confinement. A look at Hale held no reaction to the scene and Kenzi shook as his hands grasped her elbows and set her away from him.
Tears ran freely as she looked at the women so she wouldn't have to watch Hale push her away. Fighting bonds and twisting to spit out the bits mashed between their teeth, lips and cheeks rubbed raw, they managed to still be alluringly beautiful and wildly hypnotizing. She didn't even understand the hypnotic pull until she was reaching up to one of the three closest to her and pulling the gnarled, bitten piece of wood and leather from her mouth.
The deep dark eye's in front of her watching in silence was almost worse than any kind of hurried pleading would have been. Dirty red robes, because gown was just to cruel to use to categorize the threads that barely hung on the women, twisted in the wind and whipped back and forth with loud cracks as Hale walked up behind Kenzi, his hands wrapping around and resting on her abdomen. Soft fingers pressed against bruised flesh, and when Kenzi looked down at the sting she saw something else more intriguing.
She was standing on nothing but water.
Clear sea-foam rushing at her bare toes as waves rushed back and forth out into the ocean. Childlike eye's taking in the woodpiles stacked under the ocean as they rose higher and higher, breaking the surface more and more with each rolling wave. It didn't make sense but fire erupted in a blue-green cadence, crackles and snaps, making her body flinch back into the warm arms around her. Stricken eye's jumped back to the woman in front of her who had grasped her hand and began leading her over to the other two women, her eye's pleading. Hale trailed shuffling along behind her as the sound of scrapping metal shredded her ears, his arms never leaving her waist.
Freeing the women brought forth a horrific understanding.
The women grabbed hold of each other and looking at the bruised, and bloody flesh as the cuffs clanked together, Kenzi realized she had heard that sound the whole time, since Hale had first hugged her. She twisted and looked at him once again, heart clenching as she saw the iron metal cuffs wrapped around each naked ankle. A soft loving smile reached her sight when she looked back up. A jerk from behind her turning her around to face the other fae.
And that is what they were.
Fae.
Siren.
The women in the worn robes had surrounded her, all of them leaning forward for a kiss. Something clicked in her mind but shifted and twisted deep inside her being. A sharp ache in her hand brought her back to the women as they gripped their shackled hands around Kenzi's small ones. They each pursed their ruby red lips and hummed just so, and let out a melodic tone, both sad and sorrowfully painful, that sent everything twisting into a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds that made no sense, just as Hale whispered in her ear.
"I love you."
...
Black hair matted and sweaty stuck to a pale throat as a woman wailed into the dawn of a new morning and curled into herself. Fragmented thoughts hitting her at once until a soft voice soothed with tone and touch. A soft light welcoming her back into a light doze. Enough kick to the hurt to take the edge off the sting and numb the pain. Not enough to knock her out again but enough to let her breathe in a full cleansing breath. Sitting up Kenzi took a good look around through burning stinging eyes and made a mad dash out of her covers. Her bare feet slapped a beat to the kitchen, her frantic friend's trying to stop her.
Someone bigger stumbled in a step behind Bo and Kenzi just knew it was Dyson as those arms grabbed her once again and kept her from going any farther than the archway of the stairs. She couldn't see him from here, but she half hoped everything had been a horrible fae induced trip from hell and nothing was wrong. That hope crashed and burned when Tamsin came walking into view hands spread in a placating form, tired eye's burning fury and holding sorrow. She couldn't stop the shaking of her head as she tried to twist out of Dyson's grip.
"I...I need to see." tears popped out and slowly made tracks on chapped cheeks as the grip on her waist left and Bo spoke.
"Kenzi?"
"Please?"
"Kenzi he isn't in there."
Turning around she glared at Dyson as his words registered. Her mind catching up and tainting her already foggy and horrible memories of last night. Thinking about it just burned deep in her guts, twisting and singeing the mushy bits as easy as her siren could have flayed your brain. And didn't that just hit her right where it hurt the most. "I need to see. Please. I...I promise I'llll..I'll be ok."
A nod from Dyson had Tamsin and Bo standing to the side as she walked over to the last place she had held her would be-fiancé before he drew his last breath. In a bid for comfort she twisted the ring on her finger with her thumb and crouched down by the dark stain on the floor. Footsteps brought her attention to Bo who stood in front of her on the other side of the smear settling into her own crouch.
"Kenzi I am so, so sorry, but do you remember I called Dyson and Tamsin aft-after you passed out. I didn't really know what to do." She shook her head and whispered just as quietly as she had been. "I tried everything Kenz I promise you I did, but I couldn't risk you. He wouldn't have wanted that" The succubus looked away from her friend to the other two and waited with stilted breath.
"It's ok guys."
"Kenz.?."
Through gritted teeth the normally cheery, sweet woman spoke, "I want that bastard Massimo served up on a silver platter, toes up, entrails out, sliced and diced in cutlets fit for Dahmer." Standing quickly and walking to the counter she grabbed two bottles of wine and twisted the cork out of one with her teeth spitting it out on the floor before taking a huge swig. Swallowing thickly, already tired of the fat tears sliding down her face, she looked over the closest people to what was left of her heart and finished as she headed back to her room.
"I wanted to say yes and be Mrs. Hale Santiago. I wanted two point five kids and a dog name Duke one day in the future. Massimo took the chance of that away from me. I almost think killing him will be too good for him, but I want back the Twig of Zamora. Hale gave it to me to protect me, and I think I'm going to need it in order to help you put an end to this war." Raising her bottle in a wave she finished.
"I am going to drink my wine, pass out drunk, and when I wake, when I wake we're going to jump right on that."
Disappearing up in her room, Kenzi sat in the middle of her bed cocooning herself in her blankets, inhaling what was left of Hale's scent and drank herself into a deep unsatisfying stupor. With each drink of the bitter red she wished for some kind of miracle, a hope of something, anything good coming from this to actually want to live for, because right now she wasn't sure she cared what happened either way.
He was gone.
William Haley Francois Santiago was gone.
...Laterthatday...
A body moved by a best-friend caused pain to spread like lava through those who ached with vengeance. It was a bitter pill swallowed down with acid burning slowly through everyone close. The human they all loved was inconsolable. She wailed in her sleep and drank till she passed out and froze all of them in anger as she withered and shrunk with misery. The hunt came and it wasn't nearly as brutal and bloody as the little woman had hoped. Too many thing's getting in the way of the comfort she truly needed. Perceived betrayals and unthinking words taking their toll.
Massimo was alive, Evony nothing more than a useless skin-bag following behind him terrified in her vulnerability, using Vex, who was all twisted up inside with guilt and sadness, to protect them.
Bo had destroyed everything for her love.
Tamsin burned with fear and anger as Kenzi left.
And Dyson.
Well Dyson came through for his best-friend, and his would-be-widow, his emotions unheard, only voiced with fist's, fangs', claws, and anything else handy. He had lost a good friend and he wouldn't lose the human that connected them all. They had lost Bo to nothing more than pretty words and lies and maybe they had lost the battle, but they're going to win the war.
They all would.
Tamsin was hot for reaping vengeance for the only maternal figure she had ever known and Dyson happily accepted the Valkyrie's help to get back the Twig of Zamora, against Bo's wishes of course, because everyone was aware Bo would come crawling back as usual with penance and pain in her eyes. Trick, who had secreted away the now unclaimed human, had called the only person he trusted to care for the woman and was going to turn both her and the twig over to him.
To Be Continued...