Two episodes in and I'm already addicted to "Lost Girl"….not usually a good sign…
Bo and Trick sat in the back room; Bo listening intently as Trick explained some of the differences between Light and Dark Fae.
"There's something different about your spark," Trick told her confidentially.
"Different?" Bo asked, confused.
"Your aura fluctuates, as though you're constantly trying to fight yourself."
Bo paled slightly, "You see auras?"
Trick nodded, "Yes. And yours is troubled."
"Gee, I wonder why," she muttered.
Trick smiled at her spunk, "What troubles you?"
Bo glared at the Elder, but seeing compassion instead of pity on his face, her façade crumbled.
"Imagine thinking, all your life, that you're normal. Normal family, normal friends. And then you wake up, the morning after your prom; and your date is lying dead next to you," she said quietly, "I've been running since that night. I've never been able to…settle somewhere."
"And you feel you want to settle here?" Trick asked her.
Bo nodded, not trusting her voice anymore.
"What changed?"
She didn't answer, didn't even move for a minute or two. Then, slowly, her eyes rose to meet Trick's and he saw the answer in her gaze.
"Ah," he said, sitting back, "I see. When did that happen?"
"Before my test," she told him softly, "He offered me his strength, to help me with it. But it felt different than when I've fed before. It was more."
Trick's eyes widened only slightly and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "He…offered you his strength?"
Bo nodded, pulling her feet up into the chair under her and curling her arms around her knees. Trick watched her, trying to gauge her reaction to what he was about to ask her.
"Bo, what are your feelings for Dyson?"
"Confused," she finally replied, "I know nothing about him except that he's a cop and Light Fae. But something in me knows him, wants him," she went silent for a moment; then whispered, "Loves him."
As they lay in bed together that night, their breathing slowing more with every passing minute; Bo couldn't help thinking over everything Trick had said to her about Dyson. He didn't tell her anything secret; just what he felt she needed to know in case she got involved with the were-fae.
"I can hear your brain working," Dyson growled from above her head.
Bo moved her head, resting her chin on his chest as she looked up at her lover's face. Slowly she scratched her nails through the coarse hair that was scattered sparsely across his broad chest. Dyson looked down at her, his fingers drifting through the dark locks of her hair. She could feel her heart swell at the sight of the crooked grin on his face.
"What's wrong?" he asked her, concern evident in his eyes.
Softly, she smiled up at him. She felt whole; complete.
"It's nothing," she said before pressing a kiss to his chest and resting her head back down to listen to the beat of his heart.
In body and spirit, for the first time, Bo felt truly; fully sated.