A/N: so, after yesterday's overload of Levony feelings I felt so bad I had to compensate with some Doccubus.

This is my first english story (because I couldn't write lost girl in any other language) so please, I have no beta, take all the faults on me, lemme know if it's so bad I shouldn't even do it.

CHAPTER 1

The Morrigan.
Not by far her favorite night club, she had barely set foot in it a dozen times in 5 years, but this time Casey managed to convince her with her usual lively and hard-handed behavior and practically dragged her along beyond the door and in the middle of shining lights and chaos of grinding bodies, that for an instant seemed to suffocate her. And so there she was, resigned to all of this for tonight. To be honest, it wasn't like she had a favorite club at all. On the contrary, Lauren Lewis never considered herself like a 'soul of the night'; or better: she definitely was an extremely nightly person, just not of the let's-drink-our-butt-out/dance-and-party-all-night kind; her long and never ending nights were mostly spent at the hospital on duty or chasing whatever new research project she had put her mind up to.
Nevertheless, once in a while, nights like this were essential, vital, especially after the week that had just gone by.
Lauren was in an extreme need of letting go of the build-up tension, she felt almost a primal urge pushing her to pour it out but she wasn't willing to acknowledge it; she had tried, once again, to shut it all off and store it in that box in the far end of her mind. Lucky her, Casey made no excuses facing the elephant in the room and she had sensed it the moment her eyes had landed on the bowed and stiff figure of her friend when they had met for breakfast, this morning.
"You're going out with me tonight, no lame excuses" she had ordered with a flaming glance but a sparkling smile, taking her leave to go to work without giving her time to process the imposition and refuse. So Lauren had spent the whole day in the desperate attempt to reach her and talk to her but her friend managed to overlook till the last text and then showed up that night at her doorstep with a giant sly smile to tear her out of the reassuring warmth of her house.

"This place is all but relaxing Case, I do not understand how you could think of proving your theory by bringing me here!" Instead of relaxing, this whole environment only pushed her to sink deeper in herself, keeping her on edge, as if at any time somebody could come up behind her and draw a knife to her throat.
But Casey was of a totally different opinion, dragging her along through the glistering crowd to the bar, pushing up to the first and only still free stool and leaving her stand on her two feet.
"Honey, you gotta learn to let loose! What that piece of wood of a body needs is some serious physical relief – iykwim – ad this is without any doubt the place for you tonight! I can almost smell the sex scent spilling out of this rabble's heads!"
Leaning back on the counter with the elbows Lauren rolled her eyes at the not so subtle way of putting things of her best friend. "Case, it's not an empirical possibility to be able to discern the 'smell of sex' flowing from the mind of any individual, no matter how intensely they could be thinking of it" she objected while her friend motioned a weird hand sign to the bartender that later Lauren discovered meaning a full trail of shots for the two of them.
After so much time together Lauren was used to her way of expressing things; still, she couldn't help to always question what she would say as much as Casey couldn't go without saying them; it was just how they were. They had known each other for 13 years now and in those 13 years they had shared any and every thing that could be shared and even more. Her, Casey and Ryan. The relentless trio.
The thought of Ryan drew an unconscious smile to her lips. She wondered what could he have been doing in that moment; lately he was always a little distant and no more he did harass her with his constant calls.
Ryan was her best friend in the world, since that first year at the university; it was with him that Lauren had spent most of her freshman's sleepless nights, sprawled on the couch submerged in books and flying note sheets in 4 different colored paper marks in the attempt to pass their next exam, with him that she had shared the ups of the parties and the downs of the hangovers, with him that she had gone through the endless shifts of the internship, keeping each other up through slaps in the face and sudden cold showers.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, you're free not to believe me!" she showed away the subject to move on and dump a light nectar shot glass in her hand, taking one for herself. "Cheers!" she urged, and on three they took them to the lips and bolted them down in one gulp that burned in their throats down their stomachs. "All right! Another one!" again a shot was showed in her hand and again Lauren had to shut her good sense that was yelling at her that this wasn't going to end well. Last time she woke up to an online video of her dancing half naked on a table in the kitchen of the hospital and it hadn't been at all not embarrassing nor easy to put behind. The thought made her shiver. "Case! Whatever happens promise me to keep me away from the hospital!"
"Count on me, sister!" but it was clear to everybody and Lauren that as shots were going to go down Casey would be out even before she was.
"Soo! What about that one over there?" over the years Casey had done of picking up the guy for Lauren her most enjoyable game.
"Too tall, the proportions wouldn't correspond, it would become uncomfortable" she objected instantly, keeping on iper analyzing every single thing.
"Ok" Casey did a full twirl on her stool making a funny cheerful sound "That one!" she conspiratorially pointed a man in his thirties at the other end of the bar, a man with a bowling ball instead of a head.
"C, I have to tell you, don't get upset but tonight you seem to have lost your mojo!" she mocked her giving a fake comforting tap on the shoulder.
"It's not my fault if it doesn't seem to be a decent one in here!" the younger one defended herself raising her hands in defeat.
Lauren let her eyes wander all around and almost agreed with her friend. It wasn't as if she required the perfect symmetry and a fatal attraction but there had to be at least some hint of that, right?
She shrugged and the two of them kept talking and throw shots for another half hour until Lauren got aware of her need to go to the bathroom.
"C give me 20sec, hold the spot!" she yelled above the music pointing to the restroom.
"Wait!" she replied with wide eyes, completely gone "You're going to have a quickie in the bath with that dude who's been ogling you for hours!?"
"What dude?" there was no dude, not one so hot to persuade her into considering a quickie in a public toilet, at least.
"You know the dude! Admit it!"
Carefully considering the state of sobriety of her friend, Lauren decided to play along to escape faster. "Ok, busted, can I go now?"
"DEFINITELY! Isn't this the whole point of the evening?" then she literally pushed her away so that Lauren almost tripped, starting to laugh without even knowing why.
"Going!" and so she leaved, winking at the other woman who was watching her VERY pleased with herself.
"Ah! And Laur…" she heard been called back and turned again "…I hope for you sake that's gonna take more than 20sec!" and they both laughed again.
When she finally reached the bathroom she hadn't still stopped smiling. She had to be honest, it wasn't that bad to spend a night this way, she surely felt a lot lighter and happier after a few drinks and laughs.
Looking at herself in the mirror Lauren saw a reflex of herself she hadn't seen in a long time: slightly messy hair, shiny eyes and a little smile, flushed cheeks and that trace of sweat just above her hairline. It was a little too hot in there, given the mob and drinks. She opened the faucet and let the cold water run on her wrists in the hope of cooling down, thinking that tomorrow she'd have to thank Casey. Or she could have done it as soon as she got back to her but the last bit of good sense told her to wait for a more sober moment, one in which Casey wouldn't believe she was going to have sex with a complete stranger in a club toilet; it wasn't the time to pull those stunts anymore. Plus, the toilets were maybe the most unhygienic place that could be to do something like that. Even if, to say the truth, for a second she had really hoped in a charming stranger waiting for her in that narrow space, a pair of arms to hold her tight and a warm body to melt into.
Shivering she pulled the hands out of the stream and moved them to her flushed cheeks and neck.
It had been a long time since she last had that kind of contact and in that moment, thinking of it, she could feel all the loss she didn't realize she was feeling. Lauren trusted that one day not too far along she would finally find someone to share her life with, someone for whom it would be worth to leave work unfinished and all the rest and come back home to at night.
Over the years she had had relationships, of course, some even rather important, but work had always come first and the other could never put up with being second. From time to time she came to think that the problem was hers, that she had something wrong, yet Ryan kept telling her she was wrong every time. But Ryan was biased, she was his best friend and he could never accuse her of anything. He didn't even when she broke up with him, after months of a relationship that was never going anywhere. She loved Ryan, with all her heart and she could never picture a life without him in it, but her love was the type of love you feel for a brother and that time together proved it. They were good together but they weren't really in love, something was missing. She knew it and he had too, so they moved back to being just friends. Ironically, the one who took it worst had been Casey, seeing her chance of being all legally part of the same family thrown away.
Ryan and Casey were cousins; this was how the two of them met, because Casey had idolized Ryan and followed him everywhere.
A smile crept on her lips as Lauren was going through those first times of all the three of them together. Casey and Ryan grew up together but they could have never been more different, one the opposite of the other but together they completed each other.

Finally deciding to leave the past in the past, Lauren shook her head and blinked, trying to take a hold on reality. The alcohol in her system was maybe too much; or maybe not too enough. She got out of the bathroom and was hit by deafening noise and darker blinking lights that made it impossible to distinguish anything. Trying to orientate she proceeded to the bar that was in a slightly less loud area, stumbling in a couple of people in the process. Smiling, making a beeline toward her friend who had now her back turned to her, she threw herself at her, hugging her from behind and kissing her cheek loudly. "I'm back, baby!"
It didn't took her long to realize something was off, was it the unknown smell or the different consistency under her palms, perhaps the sudden rigidity as she touched her, the fact is when she opened her eyes the face that stood before her was the a wrong one. It was her turn to go still. For a moment or more Lauren found herself unable to move, petrified, her entire body pressed to the back of a perfect stranger, the arms still tight around her neck and the face too close to hers who at that point had turned around enough to confront her. The two women stared at each other wide eyed for a couple of seconds, pupils completely dilated in the dim light to try and give a face to the intruder.
Finally, getting a hold of herself, as she had swooped in on her Lauren pulled back, bowing her head and apologizing a hundred times per second, her hand flying back and forth in every direction. "Oh God, sorry, sorry, sorry! I confused you with my friend, it's so dark in here and the alcohol must have clouded my brain if I didn't check it actually was my friend before so inappropriately throwing myself to her!"
The woman blinked a few times, then tried to catch the still the roaming hands and putting them back at her sides. Lauren suddenly stopped rambling and raised her head to look at her embarrassed, the blood throbbing in her head so fast she could now barely hear the music.
"Relax, it's nothing, really" she tried to reassure her "It happens".
The comforting tone and sincere yet slightly amused smile of the brunette in front of her persuaded Lauren to take a deep breath to try to calm down a little and lessen the pink on her cheeks that by then should have been at her highest levels ever.
"I'm Bo" she offered her hand and Lauren shook it with a little of uncertainty. "Lauren" now calmer she let slip a smile too. "Sorry again, I'm not usually like that, I was just caught up in the moment I guess"
Bo grinned turning back to the bar and starting to sip at her drink with the straw, apparently not paying her anymore attention, so that Lauren thought that was her cue to leave.
"Well, it comforts me that you're not just a weirdo who goes feeling up strangers!" Lauren started to blush again and brought her hands deep in her lab coat pockets for comfort, except she wasn't wearing her lab coat at that moment so she just ended up rubbing them on her pants. "You want one?" the question forced her to raise her gaze into deep chocolate pools. "eh?" she mumbled puzzled and Bo pointed to the extra glass on the counter next to hers "my friend seems to be blowing me off so that's extra" she explained.
Lauren stared at the undiscernible colored glass for a moment. She wasn't in the mood to drink anymore and mixing alcohol wasn't a great idea, she as a doctor had to know that, yet her mouth was faster to accept then her brain to remind her.
Bo smiled at her and Lauren took place in the stool next to her desperately scanning the room for Casey, "It seems I lost mine too" she pointed out as she raised her glass to Bo who made it clink together with hers.
Lauren turned on the side towards Bo resting her elbow on the counter and the face on her palm, getting a load of the other woman. Bo was beyond any doubt one of those people who could have persuaded her into that quickie in the bathroom. Everything about her screamed a languid silent invite, from the perfect curves of her hips to the too deep cut of her top; she was completely dressed in black, Lauren noticed, or anyway a very dark color and probably, from the way the fabric twinkled under the light every so often, it had to be leather. She thought it gave her a predatory look, mischievous, something that screamed 'DANGER DANGER' from the distance but at the same time Lauren believed the woman had to be the exact opposite of that because when she looked her in the face again she saw one of the most sincere and innocent expressions she had ever seen on anyone. A nonsense.
This Bo intrigued her, she couldn't deny it.
"You came here often?" Lauren asked the first stupid thing that came to mind and cursed not being sober enough to have sufficient control not to show how socially awkward she was.
"Quite. My friend, Kenzi, she loves it. And generally it's hard to deny her something so…" with a motion of her hand she pointed at herself obviously. "What about you? I've never seen you before"
"Yeah, sure enough, I don't come here often, I'm afraid my work takes a lot of my time so generally I'm too tired to do anything" omitting that she herself wore her body out working.
"Where do you work?"
"At the hospital. I'm a doctor"
"wow" Bo smiled enthusiastically "You should give me your number" she offered nonchalantly with a sparkle in her gaze.
Lauren's eyes grew wide in surprise and just then Bo realized how what she had said could sound. "I mean, you know how it is, it's always good to have a doctor's number in you book" she clarified.
"Ah, yeah, sure." Lauren mumbled feeling her pockets for a pen or something.
Bo laughed watching her get all worked up and once again stretching out her arms to stop the blonde's. "Are you always so…so…" Bo had a hard time finding the words.
"Clumsy?" Lauren offered.
"No!" Bo hurried to deny. "So…" again her voice trailed off, unsure if to continue. Lauren eyed her curiously.
"So cute?" she finally got it out with a shrug.
Lauren frowned and took a step back surprised. "Cute? Me? I'd rather say embarrassing!" and laughed to hide the new flushing of her face.
Lucky for her – or everlasting bad luck, not sure – that was the moment Casey decided to show up again. "Laur!" she yelled at her for the third time to catch her attention. "I've looked for you everywhere! Where were you gone!"
"Where were YOU gone! I told you to hold the spot!" she kindly scolded her getting up to wrap her in a hug.
"I thought I couldn't be twiddling my thumbs while my friend banged a hottie in the toilet!" she shouted slurring the words. Lauren tried too late to put a hand on her mouth to prevent her to say it so she glanced at Bo hoping she hadn't heard; but from the look of the brunette she realized immediately it was a lost cause and for the hundredth time she got back to blushing. "She… doesn't know what she's saying, she's smashed!" she tried to recover but Bo burst into laughing. "Well, since you found your friend I'll get out of the way" she stood up and put on the jacket Lauren didn't knew she had.
"No, look, if you want to stay we'll be more than happy!" Lauren blurted out quickly while Casey was mumbling "Who the hell is that?" earning a sudden nudge from her friend.
Bo smiled, not missing the exchange. "Thanks, but given that I don't think Kenzi will ever show up I'll just go and say hi to my boyfriend. It was very nice to meet you, Lauren"
Shit. She had a boyfriend.
Bo slid a hand on her arm for goodbye, giving a light squeeze, and with another smile she took off, leaving the breathless answer unheard.
"The pleasure's all mine, Bo."