Disclaimers: All original property is owned by Showcase, and I do not infer that any characters, creations or the concept of 'Lost Girl' is my property. I also have no affiliation with the NHL or NHLPA and the following fan fiction has been written purely for entertainment purposes only.

Pairings: Bo/Lauren AU: Bo is a pro-hockey scout, Lauren is her doctor wife they have been together for 5 years, married for 3. As for everyone else: Kenzi is Bo's personal assistant, Hale is Lauren's lab assistant, Trick is the team's owner, Dyson is his arrogant, philandering, entitled son, Nate is Kenzi's long term boyfriend, Tamsin is assigned to guard Lauren's research lab, and Ciara is Dyson's long suffering girlfriend.

Rating: M (Contains scenes of violence, sexuality and nudity)

The Scout

A/N: My favorite stories on here are often the ones where the authors take the characters from the show and put them in a world of their creation, so this is my attempt at that. Any feedback/ constructive criticism/reviews are encouraged and appriciated. I haven't deserted "After the Storm" and will post a new chapter by the end of the week, but this won't leave me alone so I hope you enjoy.

The swooshing noise of a skate blade cutting through the ice, cold air hitting her face, the smells and sounds of the rink filled her senses. This was her place, her home, everything made sense here. Life never really works out the way you plan. The car accident that turns a normal person into a drug addict. The bad hit that ends a career. The unexpected recognition that leads to the unexpected award. The blind date that didn't realize she was allergic to shellfish. The hot doctor sitting two tables over in the same restauraunt that comes to the rescue and ends up your wife. Yeah life was weird like that and one decision, one moment, one misstep, one conversation can change everything.

Bo shook her head trying to clear out the fog clouding her brain, she'd been coming to this rink in the mornings since she was a kid, this was her ritual, her routine, her sanity, the one thing she kept all the years she lived away. It was nothing special, just an old wooden building with faded paint and bleacher seats, but for Bo, there was no comparison. Most of the other rinks she had skated on were nicer, in newer buildings with fancy concession areas, some even had freshly painted locker rooms that didn't yet smell like feet, but her heart always came back here. This rink was her first love, this ice was where her father taught her how to skate when she was three. The ghost of a smile crossed her lips as she thought of the picture on her desk, wearing those god-awful bright red plastic double runner skates, mismatched gloves, polka dotted jacket and pink skull cap, her father holding her hand as he guided her around the ice. She fell so many times her ass became part of the rink, but Bo didn't care, she just kept getting back up and trying again.

Bo skated over to the bench area and retrieved her water bottle. She took a drink and sighed, coming to the rink like this had always cleared her head and helped her to focus, "Not today, I guess," she thought. Bo's mind drifted back to that little girl, her mom had been standing right about where Bo was now snapping pictures of her and her father. Her one happy memory of her parents, the one where they weren't fighting, nobody was drunk, nobody was throwing things or punching holes in the walls, there was no crying. They were just a family, a little girl holding her daddy's hand learning how to skate, Norman Rockwell's got nothing on us, right pop? Bo sighed, her father had been a drunk, he was a mechanic by trade who had dreamed of being a professional hockey player, he took off to parts unknown when Bo was five leaving her with his favorite Maple Leafs cap autographed by Frank Mahovlich and a passion for hockey. She hadn't heard any more about him until she was teenager and overheard her mother laughing to one her friends that he had been killed in a botched robbery attempt. Bo remembered creeping slowly back to her room and crying into her pillow, her father was nothing beyond a few scattered memories by then, but still she wept for the man. He had remained the ideal as her mother kept a revolving door of husbands and boyfriends since he left. Bo was to young then to realize the stability he represented was just a myth brought on by jealousy towards all the kids who had "normal" parents and the lack of warmth she had always received from her mother. In truth, things were much worse when he was around, aside from the fighting, there was never any money because he drank it all away, and they had to move every couple of months because he would either get wasted and trash the place or skip out on the rent.

Once he was gone, the moving stopped, and her mother didn't miss a beat picking up the pieces. She started fucking her married boss then blackmailed him into cosigning a mortgage loan for a house. The place was a massive, 3 stories, eight bedrooms, Victorian style, but it was a bit of a fixer-upper. Bo scoffed, no that isn't right, the place was a dump, but her mother was a master manipulator who knew how to put her ample physical assets to good use. She started fucking a contractor who remodeled the attic and top floor into apartments. The downside being they all had to share one washer and dryer along with the tenants in the basement laundry room. That arrangement was very temporary though because her mother always had plan and was already busy working on her next scheme; she married this overweight electrician who rewired the entire place, including installing extra hook-ups in the basement, so she was able to put more washers and dryers, that she had gotten on a very special discount, from the salesman she gave head to in the back room of the department store, free delivery of course. After a couple years and the pipes started leaking, she heard about a plumber through a friend that was looking for a place to live, so her mother had offered him an apartment basically rent free. He generously redid the plumbing, full copper pipe job for the entire house, it probably cost a small fortune, but they were fucking so it was all good till the electrician found out and divorced her. Bo had to laugh as she thought about her mother's husbands and all of the boyfriends, suckers really, over the years that her mother rotated through basically just to remodel her house for free. Bo had gone by to visit by right after she moved back to the city and the place had been freshly painted and there were windows so new they still had stickers on them lining the first floor. Her mother didn't limit herself, if she got sick of her car she would get twice the value for it on a trade-in from her car-salesman boyfriend, her boyfriends took care of all her yard work, her bills, she had even married a man with chain of body shops so she never had to pay any repair bills. The woman was a piece of work.

Bo's greatest fear was turning into her mother. Becoming someone who used people for what they could give her then rolled over on to the next warm body when she was done. It was the reason she balked or changed the subject every time her wife brought up children. The way Bo was raised, she would be the worst role model for a child. Her wife, ever the pragmatic doctor, was always quick to point out that Bo had raised Kenzi from the time she was a teenager. It was true, Bo couldn't argue with that, she had raised Kenzi. The girl was essentially a leftover from Bo's mother's marriage to the body shop owner.

Kenzi's mother and father were severly injured in a car accident when she was two. Kenzi had been at home with her aunt, her parents had gone out to celebrate their anniversary, on the way home they were t-boned at an intersection by some drunk college kid in a pick-up. Kenzi's parents were rushed to the hospital, her father had ruptured his spleen and needed emergency surgery, while her mother, having born the brunt of the impact, suffered a broken pelvis and fractured three lumbar vertebrae. Fortunately Kenzi's father made a full recovery, unfortunately Kenzi's mother, although she heeled properly, was left with chronic pain and became addicted to prescription narcotics. The woman tried several times to get clean; she would do a stint in rehab and be fine for the first few months after she was released, then something would happen, or nothing would happen, but she'd be back at it before too long. This went on for a few years, then one day Kenzi was walking home from kindergarten to find an ambulance outside of her house. Her mother was dead, her father, never having been the warmest man, was now resentful that he was stuck raising this kid. He threw himself into work, through his mafia connections, he was able to expand his body shop business from one to a string of successful shops throughout the city into the surrounding towns.

This was Bo's mother's way in, use the kid, open her home up and offer a mother figure to this, poor burdened widower. The entire scenario made Bo sick to her stomach, her mother never gave a fuck about her own child, but here she was fawning over this skinny little runt with these over sized green eyes. Hindsight being what it is Bo understood that her mother had never really cared about Kenzi either, all she had seen were dollar signs. They were married and Bo, despite being a moody teenager, was happy about the new additions to her family. Kenzi was really undersized, the perfect target for bullies, so Bo took on the protector role, one she never really relinquished. It seemed like, even for the briefest of moments, everything was calm, everyone was happy, but then her mother suffered another attack of "open-legs-itis" shattering everything. Bo was never really sure how, because her mother was blatantly guilty of adultery, "not that she ever tried to hide it," Bo thought bitterly, but Kenzi's father got stuck paying alimony. From Kenzi's perspective, she watched her father throw a plate at the wall, toss some clothes along with his shaving kit in a suitcase and walk out the door. He never said goodbye or offered any comfort, just walked out signed his parental rights over to Bo's mother, through a lawyer no less, and that was it. He never came back, even just to visit, for the next few years all Kenzi heard from him were cards on her birthday and Christmas with some money stuffed in them.

Bo had been fifteen at the time and after the divorce, Kenzi became her permanent shadow. She was at every hockey practice, every game, Bo helped her with her schoolwork, Kenzi was hopeless athletically, but Bo had taught her how to skate on this very rink. Bo's mother was busy off moving on to husband number 3, so they were it for each other. Bo had always shown great athletic promise and she knew that Kenzi belonged with her so when the University of Toronto came to recruit her for their women's ice hockey team, Bo worked out an arrangement with the university so that she could live off campus with Kenzi. Bo spent her 18th birthday at the courthouse signing paperwork to assume the role of Kenzi's legal guardian. Bo looked up Kenzi's father and asked him to send her allowance to help pay for living expenses that Bo's job and scholarship money wouldn't cover, surprisingly he agreed. So it was, the week after Bo graduated high school she and her twelve year old "daughter" Kenzi moved in to a small two bedroom apartment a few miles from the university.

Most girls Bo's age would have felt the sting of such a burden, working two jobs, maintaining a full course load, hockey practice and being responsible for a kid, ugh it was exhausting just thinking about it. Bo shouldered it like she did most things in her life, her main discourse was time management to which Kenzi, her supposed "great burden", was actually her saving grace. Kenzi was smart and a bit of a control freak, she freed Bo from her headache by managing everything, from Bo's course schedule to her dates. Kenzi kept the house clean and taught herself how to cook nutritious, energy boosting meals. Despite how crazy things got, Bo always made time for her, and such as before Kenzi was at every practice and every game, being given special permission to travel with the team for road games.

Bo's dream had always been to play for Team Canada at the Olympics, she almost made it too, close but no cigar. During her sophomore year, her proudest moment came when she was selected for the National B Team, god that sweater felt good on. Bo patiently bided her time, she graduated from college two years later and was virtually next inline to make the jump to the A squad, Team Canada, Bo Dennis, Left Defense. Then in an exhibition game versus Sweden, a knee-on-knee collision, an awkward fall, an audible pop, torn ligaments, ruptured tendon, length of recovery unknown. Bo felt like she had been shot, just like that it was over.

Kenzi, as always, had Bo's back; driving her to her rehab, kicking her ass every time she got discouraged, not allowing her to wallow in depression. When Bo was "healed" it was Kenzi that had dragged her back here, to this very rink, and forced her back out on the ice. Afterwards she held Bo as she cried, Bo knew she would never be able to play at the level she did before, but Kenzi made that OK, just because her hockey career was over didn't mean her life was.

Bo dusted herself off and did what all athletes do when they can't play anymore, she became coach, or more accurately an assistant coach for her old high school team. She enjoyed it at first, but she always found herself just watching the game or more specifically the way the players actually played. Having played at both the collegiate and international level, Bo found she could tell where players would fall on their ability to make an impact and when they had hit their celing. She started making calls to some of the different colleges using her vast knowledge of the teams she had so recently played against offering suggestions to help fill holes in their line-ups. Most people would have been laughed off, but Bo had inherited her mother's charm and persuasion skills and before long teams were calling her to get her input. Impressed by her vast knowledge of hockey, Bo was offered an introductory job as a scouting assistant for the Kitchener Rangers of the OHL. Major Junior for many is the first level leading to a professional career, it's where most kids want to play, it was a no-brainer, Bo packed up her apartment, the recent high school graduate Kenzi, and they were off to Kitchener.

Bo, slightly intimidated at first, found that scouting men's hockey was actually easier then women's. In women's hockey body checking is a penalty so the game is based more on finesse and skill with the puck, whereas the men can knock each other around, within reason, for 60 minutes, no harm, no foul. The brutish intensity of men's ice hockey had always appealed to her, so much so that she spent many nights wishing on stars for God to turn her into a boy so she could play like that, become a pro like her hero, Scott Stevens, in her opinion the best defenseman in the NHL, Norris Trophies be damned. So while Kenzi enrolled in business classes at the local community college, Bo immersed herself in everything junior hockey. By the end of the year the assistant title was dropped, two years later Bo was leading the department, she had arrived this was her calling.

Bo had been working very closely with the Toronto Maple Leafs AHL affiliate, the Toronto Marlies, building a rapport with the recruitment office and the team's General Manager, so when they offfered her an entry level job with the organization, even though it was for less money, she jumped at it. This was the pro's, the Marlies were the Leaf's main talent pool, one step below the NHL and both teams were inherently linked in all they do. It was hard for Bo to leave her adopted family and friends in Kitchener, but this was the Leafs, you don't say no to the Leafs. Kenzi was her main concern, but she encouraged Bo to go, she stayed in Kitchener to finish out the semester then transferred schools and joined Bo in Toronto.

Bo had moved into this large run down house in the warehouse district. The place was a disaster, but she had been given a good deal on it and she figured she could use some of the skills she had learned from her mother's parade of lovers to fix the place up some. The crumbling walls and out dated plumbing were nothing compared to the electrical situation, so taking a page from her mother's playbook, Bo contacted her former step-father who agreed to rewire the place for season tickets to the Marlies, which Bo happily provided him by conning one of the arena's vendors into giving them to her. Kenzi's father came through giving her some money to hire a plumber to shore the place up. Bo and Kenzi fixed up the walls themselves, hanging sheet-rock on the weekends. Kenzi never complained, she was always grateful to be included, she even got herself a part-time job as an office assistant to contribute to the household bills while she attended night school, and continued to act as Bo's personal assistant, even though she wasn't getting paid. Bo laughed internally, considering their upbringings, they both should have been train wrecks as adults, but through each other they remained stable. They were a well oiled machine, with an unflappable bond stronger then most marriages.

Thinking about Kenzi always made Bo smile. Kenzi was her heart. When Bo was courting her wife, Lauren, she had been intimidated by the wealth, power and grace the family exude. She almost let her insecurities destroy her relationship, but there was Kenzi, in the background, pushing her foreword, not letting Bo's lack of pedigree decide her fate. Eventually Bo had been convinced that Lauren wasn't her family and when Bo decided to propose, Kenzi helped her pick out the ring.

Bo took another swig from her water bottle, she shook her head again as if that would work to clear her head out. As she looked out across the rink her thoughts remained singular; Kenzi, her head was full of Kenzi. Her sister from another mister, her sidekick, the one constant in her life. It wasn't like things hadn't changed between them over the years, hell Bo had even gotten married and moved out of their house into a new one with her wife. They were still best friends, they saw each other every day, granted it was at work and they didn't go out as much as they used to, but that happens. People get older, they were both in stable relationships, Bo really did like Nate, Kenzi's boyfriend of the last two years. He had integrated smoothly into their family, unlike Lauren whose entrance had been rocky, filled with hesitation, and a lot of back and forth. Nate had simply slid in and captured her best friends heart. Why was this bothering her so much? She wanted Kenzi to be happy, she really did, it just seemed so fast, but here it was three years already since she had married Lauren. These things did happen, it wasn't so uncommon, she knew if Kenzi had been planning it she would have discussed it with her. Pregnant, how could her best friend be pregnant?

Bo knew something was up the moment she walked in the door, Lauren came to greet her at the door, something she almost never did, she looked past her wife to see Kenzi sitting next to Nate on the couch looking so small. Bo started to panic, she knew something was wrong, Kenzi had tears in her eyes, but were those, yes, those were happy tears. Bo found herself able to breathe again, Kenzi was happy, so what was-

"Bo, I'm pregnant," that was it, no lead-in, simple. Kenzi's voice sounded small and far away, Bo had known she was still talking, but words no longer had meaning. Lauren squeezed her hand and brought her out of her shock. Bo took Kenzi in her arms and congratulated her, then proceeded to suffer through the world's most awkward dinner with the happy couple and her wife, drinking way to much wine and passing out on the couch during the eleven o'clock news. Kenzi and Nate had left right after dinner and Lauren was exhausted after spending 14 hours in the lab so Bo had been left alone. Half-way through her second bottle, Lauren's going to be pissed when she finds out I drank that good port, Bo's thoughts drifted to her mother. She wondered if she ever felt like this, this alone. Bo knew it wasn't rational, she had tons of friends at work, and she had Lauren, so why was she feeling this way, further why was she still feeling it long after she had sobered up?

"Enough of this," the sound of her voice startled her, but Bo was resolved, it was the shock of everything, that's all. She gazed out across the rink, her eyes locked on a group of teenagers playing 3-bar, taking a couple of cocky punks down a few pegs always put her in good mood. She took another swallow of water then leaned over the bench to grab her gloves and stick. She smiled brightly as she skated over to who she presumed was the leader, "I'll play the winner."