The only things I own are the words on these pages. The characters were created by Michelle Lovretta and the awesome people of Lost Girl. Nothing compares to their brilliance.

A/N: Takes place in season 3 (beginning) but Kenzi is real Kenzi and Bo and Lauren are together.

I don't know where this story is going. I started it to give me something to do and occupy the creative corner of my brain. The characters drive my stories so we'll see…


With her chin nearly resting on the bar top, Kenzi sipped the amber liquid from her glass. She'd lost count as to how many she'd had—could be two; could be seven. It was also the third night in a row she'd indulged like this. Things were happening way too fast for her liking and she didn't know what to do about it. She needed to put the dvd of her life on slow forward instead of warp speed.

The Dal was busy and more and more people were steadily coming in. Trick's karaoke night rouse to get people to come in apparently worked. But Kenzi tuned out the out of tune revelers. She just wanted to get drunk so when she went home she would pass out before the lovey-dovey started again.

Trick stopped in front of her and eyed her curiously as he wiped a glass dry with one of his endless bar towels. Did he ever stop drying glasses?, she thought.

"Fill'er up, Trickster." She rattled the empty glass on the bar.

Trick momentarily paused his glass drying to tilt his head slightly to the right to gauge her more intently. "Are you sure that's wise?" He didn't move to fulfill her request.

He'd seen her like this before and it wasn't a good outcome. For a young woman she could drink a grown man under the table…even a 200 year old fae. But life on the streets had hardened her. Until Bo she didn't know how to trust anyone and still she had issues sometimes.

"I'm a customer…okay, not a paying one but that's just because I'm that awesome."

"I'll call someone to take you home, Kenzi. You've had enough." He really did care for her. She was Bo's human but she'd implanted herself deep into his heart even if he wouldn't readily admit it. Bo needed Kenzi just as much as Kenzi needed Bo and for that he would always be grateful to her.

She shook her head back and forth-raven hair flying across her face. "No, I can't go home yet. There's too much," She twisted her face into an unpleasant expression. "Too much cardio-curricular activity going on."

Since Bo and Lauren had officially declared their love for one another, they had been loudly occupying Bo's bed among other places she didn't care to know about especially after finding a pair of Lauren's panties hanging from the tv that time. Kenzi didn't have any personal issues with Lauren anymore…well not as many as she'd had before. She accepted that this is who Bo loved and deep down Kenzi knew that Lauren was the right person for Bo's heart even if it meant losing precious Bo/Kenzi quality time.

She sighed heavily at the thought. She missed her best friend. Bo was the only person in her life who accepted her for the way she is and the only person Kenzi let in.

Trick poured her another drink but not as much as before. That should tide her over until he could arrange for her to get home.


From across the crowded room he watched her sitting at the bar all alone. He was hidden in the shadows, disguised to avoid recognition. He'd only come back to town for one reason. Her.

His current assignment pushed him to his limits and he needed a reprieve. She always made his life not so dark. But he couldn't risk being seen…not even by her. For the last week he'd followed her. Watched her. Wanted to see those fierce eyes. Hear that laugh.

In all his years he'd never really had a friend per se. And even remotely considering having a human as a friend was blasphemous to him. But here he was wanting to hang out with a little wisp of a human woman.


As Kenzi drained the last of the potent liquor from her glass, she didn't notice the person sit down next to her. She was too preoccupied.

"Trick, dude, don't think I didn't take note that you short changed me here." She held up her empty glass but he just smirked in return.

The person next to her turned and leaned an elbow on the bar and stared at her. She could feel eyes boring into her. It was the same feeling she'd had all week. As much as she tried she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her. Living on the streets instilled a paranoia deep within her. Even when she was with Bo and knew she would be protected there was a bit of uncertainty that crept up.

Living amongst fae she couldn't help but be paranoid. Any one of them could use her to get to Bo. And she only hoped when that time came Bo wasn't otherwise preoccupied with Dr. Feel-Good.

"There's something called personal space and you're staring into mine." She slurred and turned then meeting him eye to eye.

The smile that spread on his face showed off his perfect, pearly white teeth. "Drowning your sorrows…again?"

"Don't start with me, Hale. You don't even want to know what it's like living at the Loveshack right now."

She wasn't joking and if she wasn't making a smart-assed comment or joke then she really was torn up inside. He wished his could help her. They'd formed a bond early on but things had changed.

"I'd invite you to stay at the Compound but…" He offered.

"But no humans allowed. Yeah I get it." She emphasized with a classic eye roll. "You can't help being the new ass…Ash, sorry." She reached up to pat the side of his face in a 'I didn't mean that but I did really' way but her hand uncontrollably slapped him-hard. Hard enough to turn her palm red.

Her blue eyes widened in response as Hale rubbed the side of his stinging cheek with his hand. "Wow. Really?" He worked his jaw back and forth.

"Maybe I have had too much to drink. And those words taste like three day old puke!"

The man in the darkened booth in the corner smiled an evil knowing grin.