Title: Darkness Falls
Authors: hbomba
Fandom: Lost Girl
Pairing: Bo/Lauren; General
Rating: M
Spoilers: Season two.
Summary: In the wake of the season two finale, everyone searches for a missing Kenzi while Bo's new dark urges put her relationship with Lauren and her life at risk. As the body count rises, both Light and Dark sides seek justice.
Bo stifled a chill as she pushed through the Dal's doors and walked out onto the street. Her breath hung in the air as she scanned the streets for Kenzi. She felt the darkness stir in her and she shivered this time. Tonight, she saved the world and it was a heady cocktail of power and satisfaction. She dug her hands into her pockets and smiled slyly as she walked away from the Dal. She was halfway down the block when she heard Lauren call after her.
"Hey, wait up." Lauren jogged after Bo.
"Have you seen Kenzi?" Bo was getting frustrated.
"No," she shook her head and looked at her feet.
Bo looked at the bag Lauren carried. "You're leaving?" She sounded disappointed.
"No-" she smiled and shook her head. "I thought you were…"
Bo smiled then. "I wouldn't leave without you. I just gotta find Kenz."
"Then I'll help you look for her." Lauren straightened.
Bo nodded. "I'll go left, you take the right. Shout if you find anything."
Lauren's gaze washed over her and Bo felt her hunger stir. She turned swiftly and walked towards the intersection. Lauren smirked and turned to walk up the block. The light on the corner flickered. Lauren looked around, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She crossed the street and stopped abruptly when she heard a moan as she passed an alley.
"Kenzi?" she called out. Silence and then a rustle . "Kenzi, it's Lauren. Are you all right?" Lauren looked up and down the street, there was no sign of Bo. She chose her steps carefully. Fipping open her bag, she found her pen light quickly. A small beam of light led her into the alley. "If you're hurt I can help you, Kenzi."
She kicked garbage aside and stayed in the center as she tip toed deeper into the alley. A cough came from the right or was it the left? Lauren searched the darkness and shone her light in the face of a homeless man.
"C'mon, lady! Get that out of my face!"
"Sorry," she mumbled.
Maybe it was nothing, maybe she had just heard the man in the alley. She turned to leave and that's when she heard her.
"Lauren," a gravelly voice but a whisper.
Lauren scanned the garbage bags that dominated the space and as she did her pen light caught a glimpse of one of Kenzi's boots. "Kenzi!" she whispered, not knowing how safe the alley was. She rushed to Kenzi's side, half-hidden by garbage bags. "Are you okay? What happened? Did you get mugged?"
Kenzi sat up, pushing the garbage bag off of her. "Easy with the questions, Doc."
The pen light shone over Kenzi's legs first and then her arms as Lauren looked for wounds. The rash was obvious to the doctor even in low light.
"Can you stand?" Lauren offered the weakened Kenzi her hand.
"I'll be fine. I just needed some alone time." She stood of her own power, waving Lauren's hand away.
"At least let me look at that rash." Lauren reached for Kenzi's arm and Kenzi pulled away.
"Oh, Doc, always trying to doctor," Kenzi said in a sing-song voice. "Someone switched up my Snuggles. I have very sensitive skin."
"I may have an ointment-"
"Doc!" Kenzi shouted, startling Lauren and she shrugged her off again. "I'm fine."
Lauren took a step back from her, holding her hands up. Approaching steps pounded the pavement.
Bo skidded around the corner and into the alley. "Kenzi. What the hell? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Kenzi pushed past Bo into the glow of the streetlight. She was dirty and her eyes, a ghostly blue, shone through the dirt on her face. She brushed off her clothes and walked away from them.
Bo looked to Lauren, who remained stoic. "Where are you going?" Bo shouted, following her. Kenzi was a block away when Bo's frustration peaked. "You're welcome!" she yelled at Kenzi.
"For what?" Kenzi shouted, jaywalking as she fled their company.
"For giving a shit about you. For leaving the party to look for you."
"I never asked for any of that!" she called into the night.
Bo stopped walking and pulled Lauren's hand until she stopped as well. "Let her go."
They stood on the sidewalk in front of a closed thrift store. Lauren regarded Bo seriously. "She's got a rash, Bo."
Bo frowned. "Do you think it could be related to her behavior?"
"It's possible. She wouldn't let me examine her." Lauren slid her pen light back into her bag.
"Of course not." Bo went through a hundred scenarios that would lead Kenzi to act that way but not one of them seemed plausible. "Dammit." Bo paced.
Lauren put a hand on Bo's arm. "Give her some space, that seems to be what she wants."
"You're probably right." Bo stopped pacing and stood there in the cold with Lauren whose nose was a delightful shade of pink. "D'ya wanna go back to the Dal?"
Lauren looked at her longingly, her jaw shifting from side to side. "No," she finally spoke.
Bo nodded. "Me neither." She reached a hand out and stroked Lauren's hair from her forehead. "I'm relieved, you know, that we saved the world tonight. Mostly because I can get back to the things that are important to me without wondering when the Garuda will strike."
Lauren leaned into Bo's hand as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Let's go home."
As they drove, Lauren watched their city change from run down to affluent to industrial before pulling into a spot in front of the clubhouse. Lauren liked spending time here, the simplicity of the space, how free she felt between the drafty walls and warm sheets. When she was with Bo, everything made sense. Life as she knew it was changed for the better. No longer a slave in Bo's arms, she had found freedom by simply letting Bo love her. So she wasn't shy when having just crossed the threshold, she took Bo's face in her hands and kissed her hard. She kissed her like it would be their last, their only kiss for another lifetime. Lauren tried to communicate the terror she felt being without Bo and the turmoil she felt with her. This thing they had made together was anything but simple or clear cut. It was full of inconsistencies, even undeclared love.
Lauren challenged all of those notions tonight. She tore at Bo's clothes, her lips murmuring her affections against Bo's ear, her neck and breast. It had been months since they were last together, to say that this was well overdue would be an understatement.
A noise escaped Bo, a smile spreading across her face. "Lauren," she whispered stilling her hands. Bo dropped her head and murmured into Lauren's ear. "We've got all the time in the world."
"I don't care," Lauren's voice was raspy as she wrenched Bo's shirt open. "I want you now."
Bo didn't protest when Lauren's restless advances returned. Much to the contrary, she crushed Lauren against the two by four stud that passed for a wall. Lauren let out a moan, whether it be from pain or pleasure, Bo wasn't sure. She kissed her with purpose, with desire, with love as her fingers deftly unbuttoned the shirt she wore and peeled it away. Bo felt something stir in her belly. Her eyes glowed for a moment and faded back to brown. Lauren was too busy pulling Bo to the couch to notice the subtle signs of Bo's possession. She lifted Lauren off her feet and held her aloft as she kissed her again. The doctor slid down Bo's body, threading her fingers through Bo's hair as they fell to the couch.
"Bo," she whispered as Bo pressed her into the cushions.
"Shhh…" Bo hushed her, covering Lauren's mouth with her own. Her hands traveled Lauren's body and sliding a hand between them, Bo ripped open the button to her pants. There was no time for finesse, Bo's desires were like a freight train coming off the tracks. Her palm swiped across Lauren's stomach before dipping into her waistband. Lauren jerked at the contact and let out another moan, tipping her head back and biting her lip.
Bo stared at Lauren's mouth, her teeth making her lip white with pressure. Her hand twitched and Lauren jerked again. "Jesus," she gasped. Bo began to kiss and nip at her neck-a sure fire way to ignite her desire-and when Lauren's hands fell onto her breasts, Bo sucked in a breath. Touching her forehead to Bo's she stole another kiss, groaning as Bo's palm pressed against her. Lauren's eyes closed as she pushed her head back into the pillow.
Bo's hunger was growing and with it she felt more reckless, insistent and not to be ignored. But she couldn't drink from Lauren's lips and risk draining her. She couldn't put Lauren in that type of danger. But as the bra straps fell down Lauren's arms, Bo realized that she too was in danger of losing herself to Lauren. After all, it had been so long and Lauren was so willing. Bo felt the darkness rumble throughout her core. Her eyes flashed blue and still Lauren remained unaware of the drama playing out within arm's reach.
Lauren's hips jumped before settling into a rhythm against Bo's hand. Bo's mouth was practically watering for a taste of Lauren's chi. She shook it off, tuning into her feelings for Lauren and the impossibility of hurting someone she loved again. No, she would keep it together. Pleasure was inescapable but these dark urges were the real test. She squashed the force that told her to drain Lauren, a pure love amongst too many carnal endeavors but Bo refused to harm her. And Lauren, whose hips rocked at an insistent tempo, reached out and slipped a hand between Bo's legs. Immediately, Bo reacted. The fire that had smoldered on embers for so long was now a full-blaze threatening to engulf them both, except Lauren had no clue what Bo was feeling. The darkness welled in her chest.
"Lauren, I-" she spoke in a husky, otherworldly voice.
"Shhh…" It was Lauren's turn to hush her, holding her tightly as their breath grew shorter and she choked back a moan. Bo's face pressed against Lauren's breast, her eyes wide and blue, trembling with effort.
Bo cried out, not one to deny pleasure on principle, and let herself feel what Lauren wanted. Lauren followed swiftly behind, her face buried in Bo's hair as the rocking of her hips ceased. For Bo it was white hot fire burning in her belly now, worse than before the orgasm, but still she stroked Lauren's blonde hair as their breathing returned to normal.
Bo slid to the side of Lauren and pulled a blanket over the two of them. A jumble of arms and legs, Bo and Lauren kissed again. The slow slide of Lauren's tongue in her mouth made Bo dread the rise of the darkness in her body. She should be enjoying the soft moan that escaped Lauren's lips, the way she enveloped her half-naked body and the shiver that crept up her spine when Lauren whispered her name. Instead, she felt the darkness more acutely, more immediately and fought off the feelings that plagued her now. In the shadow of their afterglow, Bo gathered up their things and climbed the stairs to her bedroom with Lauren in tow.
Later, as they lay together in Bo's bed, she tried to be as happy, to be as satisfied as Lauren obviously was but it was impossible with the rattling of the darkness still echoing inside of her. Lauren threaded their fingers together and drank in the closeness she finally had with Bo.
In an hour, she would fade and sleep would take hold. That's when Bo would flee not from Lauren but from the darkness she felt eating at her, daring her to take that fatal taste of Lauren.
"I can help you, let me look at that rash, Kenzi," she mocked spitefully. "God dammit, Kenzi, what's wrong with you? Where are you going? God, Bette and Tina are so perfect, it's infuriating! Wait a second." Kenzi stopped abruptly. "If Bo is Bette and Lauren is Tina, does that make me Jenny?" Kenzi shook her head and marched along the side of the road. It was well past one a.m. and she hadn't found her way home yet, instead choosing to rant to no one in particular as she itched her arm raw.
A car slowed beside her, a drunken frat boy rolled down the passenger window. "Hey pretty lady, need a ride?"
"No thanks, Rapezilla, I'll take my chances out here."
The battered yellow and black Camaro crawled to a stop in front of the club, the bass beats rattling the blacked out front windows, Bo straightened her leather jacket and approached the front door. Inside, the music swelled. Bo felt the beats in her chest and the darkness in her gut. She dropped a crumpled five dollar bill into the girl's hand working the door.
The light show of green and blue strobes flashed to the beat of the songs at Sweet Nothings, the local lesbian bar. Bo surveyed the crowd, immediately finding what she sought. She slinked into the crowd and danced up to a stunning blonde that had caught her eye. She flashed a smile and the blonde was putty in her hands. They danced together until the song changed tempo and Bo led her to the bathroom. Her predatory nature was strong and it drove Bo into a stall with that sweet-faced blonde. Before she knew it she had fed and there was no bringing her back. But it wasn't enough. The darkness inside of her wanted more and she was back on the dance floor sidling up to another, older blonde. She would repeat the kill signature three more times before leaving the club, finally sated.
As she drove back to the clubhouse, Bo felt remorse and damned the darkness she didn't banish after defeating the Garuda. She hoped Lauren would still be asleep, and dreaded the conversation that was sure to erupt if she wasn't. And what could she say? You weren't enough for me? That was a bold faced lie. You're all I want to need? Sometimes mama's got to get her kill on? It was all too absurd. She loved Lauren even if she didn't have the decency to say it to her face.
The Camaro slowed to a stop on the gravel driveway next to the clubhouse. Bo slinked into the house and up the stairs. There, she found Lauren sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Hey," Bo said quietly.
Lauren rubbed her eyes. "Where did you go?"
"Nowhere," Bo reassured. "I was downstairs."
"You're wearing a jacket."
"Yeah," she chuckled, "it gets cold in a house with no walls."
Bo began to undress. "I couldn't sleep and I didn't want to wake you." Bo knew that Lauren knew she was lying so she laid on the charm. When Bo was bared she crawled into the bed beside her. "But since you're awake…"
The curl of Lauren's lips told Bo she had played it just right.
"I suppose this is where you're going to tell me again that we have all night."
Bo caressed her cheek and kissed her softly. "Well, don't we?"