DISCLAIMER: I don't own the rights to claim Teen Wolf & Lost Girl as my own creation, however, I lay claim on the plot bunny idea that instigated this foray into writing a story based on characters from the aforementioned series. Also some characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel might make an appearance too in this work of pure fan-fiction...

SUMMARY: Kenzi loved and lost the man of her life, went and came back from Valhalla in one piece, got reunited with her sister from another mother and everyone else who has been her true family this past five years. But she needed some time to lick her wounds and heal; she needed a time-out from the world of the Fae and be her human self again. But she wasn't going without a bodyguard to protect her from the world she just left behind...

CHAPTER ONE

KENZI TRIED HER BEST NOT TO STARE AND DROOL, but she found it harder and harder to do especially since the object of her undivided attention was doing chin-slash-pull-ups sans shirt and the cut of his upper body was something straight out of a men's sports magazine. And that was just the view from the back of him. She lost count how many reps he has done since he started his usual morning routine.

"Better close your mouth before a fly decides to take up residence there," came the smart-alecky comment from the man exercising on the doorway leading to the back patio. Why he chose to prop his workout bar there instead of doing it in his room Kenzi have no idea. And she wouldn't be complaining out loud either.

Watching Derek Hale (yeah, weird that his last name was her late-boyfriend's first name) workout every morning since they arrived in Spain a couple of weeks ago has been the highlight of Kenzi's morning since her first run-in with him. At first she was annoyed that Dyson sent one of his lackeys to watch out for her after she specifically told Bo she wanted out of the Fae world. She spent a good half hour berating Dyson on the phone when she found out what Derek was doing at the airport for her connecting flight to Spain.

"Shut-up," she snapped but did what she was told.

Derek finished his last set and jumped down from the bar he wedged between the door frame. He grabbed the towel he draped on handle and wiped sweat off him as he slowly pivoted around to face the snarky Russian former street rat turned closest ally of one of his good friends.

When Dyson first contacted him about this gig, Derek thought his friend was crazy. He, Derek Hale, don't do bodyguard work. He had enough problems guarding the growing teenage supernatural at Beacon Hills he doesn't want to add another one on his plate.

"Any coffee left?" Derek asked after he caught whiff of the contents of Kenzi's mug.

"Pot's still fresh in the kitchen," Kenzi replied, whacking him aside with the folded newspaper she was holding. She was headed for the gazebo overlooking the ocean. It was situated near the bluff where this mansion she inherited from her late-boyfriend was built on.

"Thanks," he grinned and whacked her gently with his towel before making his way to the kitchen.

Kenzi just growled at his departing back and continued her way to her destination.

Now their usual morning routine has begun.

Derek would finish regaling her with his impressive physique glistening in sweat, then she'd go have her coffee and croissant or whatever she can nibble on along with her coffee at the gazebo. Derek often joined her there nursing his own cup and munching on a much heavier breakfast choice. They'd talk sometimes, but they never really talked.

Kenzi quickly found out that Derek Hale was a man of mystery, even though he knew she was aware of their kind of people, still, he wouldn't open up to her. Heck, she doesn't even know what prompted him to agree to Dyson's crazy request of babysitting her halfway across the world. From what little she knew of the lone wolf with impeccable body, he was originally from a small town called Beacon Hills in California. He came from a long line of werewolf family and at one point he became alpha, only to lose it because of a sacrifice he made to save his sister. Other than that, she knew squat about him.

Although the mansion Hale left her was peppered with servants willing and ready to serve her every whim, Kenzi was used to doing things her way. Granted the Clubhouse wasn't always in tiptop shape, but after the Brownie cleaned up the place, they did their best to maintain its cleanliness although sometimes it seemed harder considering the amount of fights ending up happening there.

She told the mansion's staff that as much as possible she prefer to make her own meal. They can prepare Derek's meals if he wanted them to, but Kenzi's specific kind of diet changes depending on her mood so it was better if she took over preparing her own meal instead of having someone else do it for her.

"You left your phone in the kitchen and it's been buzzing like crazy," Derek said and without warning tossed Kenzi's cell phone at her.

Thank goodness for her awesome hand-eye coordination she was able to catch the phone before it made contact with the concrete gazebo floor.

"Thanks," she snapped and checked her screen. Ever since she left she has been exchanging crazy text messages with Tamsin as well as Dyson and heck, even Trick messaged her from time to time, but it was always through Bo that Trick messaged her. She seldom received a text from Bo since she left, which was disheartening considering they were – and still are – BFFs! Jeez, Lauren texts her more than Bo does, and that was saying something if Bo's ex-girlfriend was more in contact with her than her actual best friend.

"Holy shit," Kenzi gasped when she scroll down her message screen. Between Tamsin and Dyson's S.O.S. text messages Kenzi received close to two dozen messages from them alone. Lauren also sent in a couple of texts, but hers were lengthier and more detailed than the ones TamTam and D-Man sent her.

"What's wrong?" Derek looked up from the newspaper he was reading when he heard her gasp. He was seated across from her at the gazebo where one of the many invisible servants of the mansion had their breakfast served.

"Bo's in trouble," Kenzi answered without lifting her eyes from her cell phone. She was clicking, scrolling and reading each text message she received since she left her cell phone in the kitchen. Hell, when she got up her phone was quiet, then less than fifteen minutes later her inbox exploded with non-stop messages from her friends back home.

Derek cocked an eyebrow at her answer.

Bo Dennis, Kenzi's succubus best friend and the only one the leggy Russian with wig and shoes fetish would consider family, has always been in danger long before she found out about her non-human heritage. Dyson gave him the 4-1-1 on the whole Bo and Kenzi situation when his old friend phoned him up a few months ago and asked him a huge favour (Dyson paid for his traveling expenses just to get him to agree) and watch over this special human girl that somehow stole his friend's hardened heart.

At first he was weary of accepting a babysitting job, but after the events in Mexico, Derek wanted to escape Beacon Hills to regroup. He couldn't stand being fussed over by a worried and suddenly overprotective Braeden. On top of that, Scott was starting to sniff around him too and asking way too many questions that he doesn't know the answer to himself.

"Isn't she always?" he huffed and returned his attention back to the newspaper he was reading.

Kenzi lifted her gaze from her cell phone then and reached across the table to smack him with the newspaper she was reading.

"I meant Bo-Bo's in legit deep doo-doo. According to Tam-Tam some ball-busting brunette and a perky blonde with serious mojos tossed the Wolf Man around like some cheap piece of shag carpet just came to town along with a one-eyed human pirate, a pretty cute red haired witch, a stick-in-the-mud Brit and a younger brunette packing a whole lotta sass," she explained.

"What?" Derek frowned at the description his companion just gave him. Sometimes he doesn't know if half of what came out of Kenzi's mouth was made-up or if they were the truth. He was about to ask her some more when his own cell phone started buzzing.

"You're getting a call?" Kenzi looked surprised when she heard his phone ring for the first time since they arrived in Spain. Her cat-like blue eyes moved from the mobile phone Derek got in his hand to Derek's face and back down to the phone in his hand. "You actually have friends calling you?"

"Shut-up," Derek snapped at her then answered the phone. "Hello?"

Kenzi only heard Derek's half of the conversation. She was still reeling in shock to hear his phone ring. She knew he has his own phone. She often caught him talking on it with Dyson.

Derek calls the Wolf Man once or twice a month at least to give him progress report as Kenzi dubbed it. That was why she was shocked that somebody was actually calling him this time. Derek and Dyson never stayed on the line for long; typical male phone conversation. And from the sound of this phone conversation he was having, it will be ending soon. And he doesn't sound too happy nor was he impressed with the news whoever called just told him.

"Are you sure?" Derek's eyes turned to a pair of slits as he listened to whoever was on the other land confirm what he asked about. "Fine. I'll see what I can do." And just like that he ended the call without as much as telling the other person he was hanging up.

Kenzi waited for him to share – if he felt like sharing – after he concluded his unexpected phone call. But it looks like Derek was being his usual non-sharing self.

"You'd really want me to pry it out of you, huh?" Kenzi commented after Derek resumed reading the paper and finishing his breakfast.

"There's nothing to pry," he answered without lifting his gaze from the page he was reading. "Don't you have some Bo issues to deal with?" He deflected any further questions or comments from her by returning back to what they were talking about before he received a call from Scott back in Beacon Hills.

Unbeknownst to Kenzi, he does receive phone calls from his friends all the time. It just so happen that every time she catches him on the phone, it was always Dyson he was talking to and never one of his other friends.

But Kenzi being Kenzi, Derek knew she wouldn't let this go so he grabbed a bagel from the spread on the table and shoved it in her mouth when she leaned close enough to address him. Of course he was careful not to choke her, but shoving food in her mouth worked and that stopped her from questioning him.

His arm received the brunt of her newspaper slapping though for what he did.

Yes, it was another typical day at Casa de la Sirena. They often end up arguing or trying to beat the snot out of each other before breakfast was over. Usually they call a truce while they ate, but there were days – like today, for instance – where neither one of them could control their snark.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, what do you think so far? It has been a while since I last wrote a crossover fanfic, so I'd really appreciate your feedback on this. In case you are wondering, timeline for this story is post-season 4 of Teen Wolf and including current season of Lost Girl so SPOILERS for those of you who have yet to get caught-up with LG.