I dont own Lost Girl. Just being a fan.
Lauren's POV
As the band begins with another song—one that I can identify right away, I started thinking myself if I was Nero or maybe Hitler in my past life to have to go through all this irony and cruel shit as I watch you head this way. Alright, you could be merely walking towards the bar to get yourself a drink. Or maybe wanting to have a chat with some of our other friends hanging around once Trick's most favorite place, the Dal Riata counter. I can hear Tamsin just behind me but not really listening as she talks to Hale.
But no, as the distance between us becomes less and less, the more Im sure you're heading MY way. Your eyes never losing mine. I can see the surprised happiness in them like you didnt expect me to show up today—to your party. Neither you're hiding the excitement of seeing me as you defy the crowd to cross the room . Your BESTFRIEND. Next to Kenzi of course, causing me to mentally laugh. Ugh…it seems thats all Ill ever be in your life, second to almost everyone. I did a mental headshake. I can literally taste the bitterness yet Ive had this rehearsed for months and I cant fail now.
I smiled back, hoping it'll look genuine and sincere. I am happy. For you. At least. But I cant help this feeling overwhelming my heart, it's almost painful. And I know, it's nothing happy. You stopped like exactly just an inch in front me. The proximity can make me feel your breath fanning my face because of your slight panting. Our eyes meeting. What I would give to have those chocolate-eyes the first thing I see every waking moment. I sighed to that.
The band singer stops his humming and lets out the lines…
You give your hand to me
Then you say hello
I can hardly speak
My heart is beating so
And everyone can tell
You think you know me well
But you don't know me
Didnt even realize I was holding my breath until I had to speak.
"Hi." I made it perky.
"Hi." And you gave me that goofy grin that makes me weak everytime. "Lauren." You breathe out my name that for a second there I have gone to heaven.
"Bo." Some awkward silence followed.
Before I could even utter a word, you got rid of the little gap thats keeping our bodies from touching and pulled me into a tight embrace. Your arms squeezing me—your 'ladies' crushing my own. Yet Im not complaining one bit. None of the medical terminologies acquired from Yale nor all the highfalutin words I can pronounce with eloquence can describe the feeling of being in your arms. "I thought youre not gonna make it." You whispered. Your voice hoarse suddenly.
When you did finally quite let go of me, I found your eyes glistening from unshed tears. Giving me that look that I hate to even entertain. Or my defenses will crumble. I am fighting back my own tears while my right hand raises to caress your cheek. Im saying nothing. Our eyes talking. I felt you take my hands, coaxing them to open so that my palms lay flat against your own. "Dance with me?" I still didnt say anything but allowed you to lead me away from the bar. If people are looking I wouldnt know. Right now, all I see is you. All I feel are your wrists on both sides of my neck while my hands automatically found your hips. Our dancing consisted of some lazy swaying and silence.
For I never knew the art of making love,
Though my heart aches with love for you.
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by
A chance that you might love me too.
(love me too)
For a few minutes, I allowed myself to exist inside the bubble that is you and me. ONLY YOU AND ME.
And as if my gut can foretell, I opened my eyes to see him coming our way. His face unreadable yet I know him so well. His ego smells threat. " Dr. Lewis." It was said way too formally despite the fake enthusiasm, I decided to retaliate, "Detective Thornwood." I feel you stiffen in my arms and slowly free yourself from the embrace. I watch as you turn from MY Bo to a total stranger. "Dyson," as you took a step to his side. Through the corner of my eye, I saw his scruffy face celebrate and gloat. I kept a stoic expression, appearing calm and unaffected but I was defeated inside. "It's great that youre here, Dr—err, Lauren." He smiled, I politely smiled back.
"Bo—honey…" Im not taken aback by his purposeful use of endearment to mark his territory, it had always been his way. "Trick wants to have a word you."
I fought the urge of rolling my eyes. He hasnt changed one single bit—this man who had always been in the way of my happiness, one who may seem like a friend but a foe really—hiding under Trick's skirt. You turned to me, "Do you mind, Lauren?"
Your eyes pleading for me to stay. I nodded, giving you a re-assuring smile. A straigh-faced lie.
You give your hand to me,
And then you say, "Goodbye."
I watched you walk away,
Beside the lucky guy
Oh, you'll never ever know
The one who loved you so.
Well, you don't know me
It's clear now, it's all over. I looked up at the banner on the east wall that says DYSON & BO'S ENGAGEMENT PARTY.
Taking a deep breath, I make my way to the door. I hear you call my name. But I have decided, I am never looking back.
N/A: Im no "legit" ff writer, just being a fan of the show, the ship and doccubus fanfiction itself. This is AU btw.
