Quarantine

Day One

Dizziness washed over Bo as she stumbled into the lab and collapsed onto her knees. "Lauren," she called in a groan as humor filled her stomach.

Lauren looked up and immediately pulled away from her research, running over to Bo. Dropping to her knees, she snapped off her rubber gloves, chucking them into the bin besides the table, and lifted the woman's head up. "Bo, what happened?" She asked. Bo smiled, falling into a fit of giggles as she stared up.

"You have such pretty eyes!" She told her. Lauren smiled.

"And you sound intoxicated. Tell me what happened," she whispers softly. Bo shivered at the soothing voice and breathed in Lauren's perfume.

"I got hit my something nasty!" she murmured as her eyes rolled and a lazy smile bursted from her giggles. Lauren frowned and lifted the hair off Bo's shoulder to see a thorn sticking out of the skin, the thorn was no thicker then toothpick and about the length of her thumb.

"What is that?" She whispered. Reaching into one of her pockets, she placed on a sterile set of gloves and touched around the area of the thorn. Bo flinched but didn't complain as she shut her eyes and began to hum the national anthem. Reaching up to the table besides her, Lauren grabbed a set of tweezers and test tube. "Don't move," she told Bo as she gabbed the thorn and pulled it out, before then placing it into the test tube.

"Lauren!" Bo stage whispered, "Lauren, your hair." Lauren nodded and stood up, placing the seal onto the tube before she kneeled back in front of Bo. Pulling out a pen light, she checked the dilation of Bo's eyes for any signs of brain damage. "Lauren, your hair."

"What about it?" she murmured, disengaged as she focused on the injury. "Your pupils are dilated," lifting Bo's chin, she looked at the wound. "Nothing to be worried, though, you'll need to heal the mark."

"Lauren!"

"Yes, Bo?" She tucked the penlight into her lap coat and helped the succubus to stand before sitting her down onto one of her chairs. "Don't move from there, I need to run some tests."

"Lauren, your hair!"

"What about it?" She asked, walking over to the test tube and dropping the thorn out onto her hand. Grabbing a scalpel, she went to scrape a part of the thorn when she hissed as the thorn seemed to have dug into her skin. Pulling it out, she stared at as blood pulled over the latex gloves.

Shaking her head, she scraped material off the thorn onto a slide and placing it on the stage of the microscope. Ripping the gloves off and chucking them into the bin before placing on a new set.

Remembering the succubus, she looked over. "Bo?" She asked.

"Your hair is like liquid gold." Lauren smiled, lips closed over her teeth as her nose scrunched slightly in embarrassment. "You should tell me something." Bo curled up on the chair, pulling her knees to her chest and sitting her chin down upon them.

"What would you like to know?" Again, she sounded disengaged as she stared through the microscope. "That's not right," she murmured. Shifting the objective lenses, she peeked through them again and groaned. "Bo, what were you doing?" She asked.

"I was looking for answers...and then and then I went into the greenhouse and the plant attackedme. So I came here. But I had to-had to grab a taxi 'cause Kenzi-kenz is out on a date." She snapped her teeth at the last part and giggled. "Who are you calling?" She asked suddenly.

Lauren stared at Bo, cursing her ability to wind up in trouble as the phone rang. When someone picked up, she shut her eyes and pinched her brow, "This is Lauren Lewis, we have a code grey." Lauren watched as Bo stared at her, a part of her aware that something was happening, even through her clouded thoughts. She placed down the phone and walked over to the succubus. "Bo, do you remember where you went when you came across the plant?"

"I like how your skin feels," she whispered. Lauren's eyes shut, feeling the tug at her patience. It wasn't Bo's fault though, the woman just happened to stumble into danger. Nor was it her fault that her mind was unfocused from the current situation.

"Bo, you need to try and focus right now. Do you remember where you-" she was cut of as Bo kissed her, pulling away, Lauren smiled at Bo. "Doc...I'm injured," Bo pouted.

"You're also higher then a kite," Lauren laughed as she pulled away. "Now, this plant, do you remember what it looked like?"

Bo squinted. "You should wear glasses, you're all blurry when you move too fast."

Lauren tried again, "Bo, can you try and focus?" she asked gently, kneeling down. "Do you remember the plant?"

Bo shook her head, "I didn't see it, I just...I felt it and then I felt sick so I called a taxi and came here. I was at a house and they had...a greenhouse that was all glass and green and house-y." Lauren's face relaxed. Bo, regardless that she was high from toxin - probably a defensive mechanism, was acting absolutely adorable.

Pulling away from her, she walked over to the microscope and went to look back down when she heard the sounds of the barrier going up.

"What's that?"

"A fae," Lauren murmured, looking back at the microscope. "Don't worry, the lab's set up for quarantine."

"Quara...qua...ren...teeen?"

Lauren hummed in reply. "This is odd, it looks almost like..." she pulled away and turned back to Bo, "it's procedure, the thorn you brought in is a rare fae-plant that releases toxins into the bloodstream to create a sustainable host for its spores."

Bo's mouth fell open. "I could be carrying baby plants?" She asked.

"Yes, don't worry, the spores are mostly harmless, they just cause some...effects to both fae and humans. Slight misjudgment in decisions, overactive hormones," Lauren smiled, "but once the spores are released, they'll die if they're in a contained area and are unable to plant themselves into soil."

"They don't sound so dangerous," Bo whispered.

"The spores aren't, the plant its self is. Have you ever seen Little Shop of Horrors?" Lauren asked. Bo shook her head and then begun to shake her head for the feeling of her hair whipping to the sides, "feed me Seymour?"

"Oh, the evil plant!" Lauren rolled her eyes. "the one that eats...oh. I getcha." Lauren giggled then shut her mouth, her eyebrows pinching together as Bo curled up in the chair, except one foot she put on the floor so she could spin the chair. "This is fun!" Bo shouted laughing.

"How long did it take you to get here?"

"Twenty minutes I think, I dunno, I had to succu...suck your...succubuses him so I didn't have to pay because I forgot my money." Lauren nodded, trying to keep a level head as she walked over to the spinning Bo and went through the procedure in her head. "Hey Doctor Hot-pants," Bo said as she tugged at Lauren's pants. "What are the symptoms?"

"Ah...giggling, distorted perception, trouble thinking, are all the first stage as the spores are bred. Once in, they being to incubate which causes a fever that will last for half a day, head aches, thirst. Stage three you will be hungry, it will want sugars and anything that releases endorphins and/or adrenaline. Stage four is another fever where they're sweated out."

"So we'll be here for four days?" Bo asked as she tug through Lauren's jacket.

"Five to seven, it'll take a few days for the spores to die. At the moment they're shutting of all the ventilation system and pulling up the back up the room's quarantine one as they seal the place up. Not a single spore is allowed to be released so no one will be coming in or out for a week."

"You have really pretty hair." Bo reached up and touched it, "it feels like silk, all soft and pretty like."