Title: "Lost Jedi"
Author: Joshua
Disclaimer: "Lost Girl" and all associated creatures/characters are owned by Prodigy Pictures and Shaw Media, though it was created by Michelle Lovretta. LucasFilms and George Lucas created all concepts associated with "Star Wars", including Jedi, Lightsabers, etc. Joss Whedon and Mutant/Enemy Productions created and own "Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all associated characters/places/etc that are mentioned in this story. This story is part of Dark_Scribbler's "Terran Jedi" universe, and is posted with his permission.
Summary: Sequel to 'Lost Girl, Jedi Found'. The recap story of how Kenzi and Bo met a Jedi Knight and when Kenzi's potential was discovered and her ultimate training as a Jedi. A Terran-Jedi Side-Story.
Chapter 1: Me, My-Fae, and Jedi
"What are you doing here, Trick?" Bo Dennis asked her maternal grandfather, Patrick McCorrigan, aka the Blood King. "Since you seem to know everything already."
"I suspect a great many things," Trick answered as he walked with them over to their living room and sat himself down in the middle of the couch there. "And I know a few more. So, while I've suspected that Kenzi was a Jedi for quite some time, I did not know it for a fact. Until today. I'm here to get the whole story. I would like to think that I have more than proven my trustworthiness to you both after all this time. And I know that I have proven how I can be an asset to you when you need me. Imagine how much more of an asset I can be if I have all the information? Besides," he chuckled softly, "I have no doubt that it will be one hell of a story."
Bo looked at Kenzi. Kenzi looked back at Bo. Neither of them said a word, before they both walked over to the living room and sat down on either side of the couch beside him.
"Before we do this," Kenzi spoke, her tone as serious as Trick had ever heard it. "What we are about to share with you, Fitzpatrick McCorrigan, is not just our story. Not merely our secrets. These are secrets of people that are vital to the future protection of this world."
"I understand," Trick nodded solemnly.
"No," Kenzi shook her head from side to side. "You don't. But you will. As catastrophic, as… evil as the Garuda was, as bad as humans experimenting on Fae, as twisted as the Una Mens turned out to be, as horrible as everything that we have ever faced has been," she paused to take a calming breath before continuing, "If the wrong people found out even one of the secrets we're about to share with you." She left it hanging, instead letting her actions say the rest as she pulled out a slim, hand-crafted hilt of metal, crystal and leather; her Lightsaber.
She ignited it, with the familiar SNAP-HISS...VRRMMM. The violet blade bathed them all with its light.
"Let's just say that I feel," she said as she held the energy blade before him, not threatening, just making him aware of the potential of what she could do with it, "very protective towards these people. And if anything were to happen to them because of what we've shared, there would be consequences."
"I understand," he nodded solemnly. "If it is required of me, I will use my blood and make a Blood Oath. Given what you two already know about the power of my blood, and the consequences of using it, you know that such an oath cannot be broken."
Bo and Kenzi exchanged another silent conversation of looks, before Trick's granddaughter said, "I think we can hold off on that for now. And let you judge for yourself if you want to take that step after you've heard our story."
"I can accept that, and thank you for your trust," Trick said, eyeballing Kenzi's lightsaber. "Interesting… design, Kenzi. Did you pick the color yourself?"
"Not exactly," Kenzi explained, "You know how the good guys blades are blue and the bad guy's are red? What happens when you mix blue and red? You get purple. The crystal is a… very special amethyst crystal. How I got it… mine is… mine was because of..."
She deactivated the weapon and set it on the table between them. She fought to control her breathing, entering a mild trance as she regained control of her emotions.
"It's OK, Kenzi," Bo said supportively. "Take your time."
Kenzi nodded, centered once more. "When I first was trained… first learned I could use the Force. I was very close to the Dark Side. It is still a constant struggle for me to remain in balance. It is a quite a long story, Trick. And if we start it, we're not stopping until it is finished. You sure you got the time for this?"
"My calendar is wide open," he spread his hands, an open and sympathetic smile on his face.
Kenzi and Bo exchanged one last look, nodded to each other, and then settled in for a long night, despite it still being early afternoon.
"It all started shortly before I got kidnapped by the cuckoo crazy kitsune psycho, Inari," the black-haired Jedi Knight began her tale. "I'm sure you know about parts of this, but hey, you wanted the whole story. So here goes."
TJ:LJ
One Year Ago
Things, for once, were going good, in Kenzi's humble opinion.
She and her Bestie were in the black, on practically all accounts, even if the Morrigan did still want to kill Bo for embarrassing her that one time, but that was normal when it came to the leader of the Dark Fae. Speaking of, Bo was finally in a 'committed relationship' with Dr. Hotpants, and they'd managed to get over that little hump where, because Bo is a succubus and thus needs to feed from multiple sexual partners, they were both now secure in their roles as each other's Significant Other.
As for the three second most important people in her life; Me, Myself and I, things were better than good! They were great! Stupendous! Fantastic, even!
After all, what did she have to complain about?
Here she was, busy making time with and sidling herself up to the future Ash, Leader of the Light Fae, her second bestie fae forever, and her co-sidekick when it came to Bo and Dyson. She may even be falling for Hale, just a little bit! What could there possibly be that would say that things weren't going to be just fine?
Oh. Right. That mark on her arm from the time she got D's wolfiness back from that tree-hugging bitch, the Norn.
She really needed to come clean about that whole thing with Bo, and soon. There was just, y'know, not much time between their cases, her getting money from their clients and other sources, not to mention Bo spent practically all of her free time these days banging Doctor Lauren Lewis, that there was hardly any point at which she could broach the subject. And the handful of times where they had a few moments to themselves, Kenzi found it really difficult to work up the courage to actually say anything about it.
Besides, it was just like… a bruise or something. Would probably fade away before too much longer. . . . Right?
Speaking of her favorite succubus;
"You ready for this, Kenz?" the tall, voluptuous brunette asked as she finished strapping numerous weapons about her irresistible sucu-self, wrapped up in skin-tight all-black clothing.
"You know it, Bo-licious," Kenzi agreed, sheathing her katana. Ever since her brief episode in wielding the 'Staff of Righteousness', an ancient Fae totem with some serious kickass mojo behind it, Kenzi had found herself drawn more toward the swords in their weapons collection. "Remind me what this is about again?"
"Some of our other friends," Bo said, the emphasis pointing out that they knew Fae other than Dyson, Hale and Trick, "among the Dark Fae, have mentioned seeing some new and dangerous kind of Underfae in the bad parts of town. They've told the Morrigan, but she's doing nothing, and it is Dark Fae Territory, so Hale can't do anything about it."
"Hence why we're going to check it out and maybe do something about it," Kenzi nodded, understanding. "But, uh, after we're done, um Bo? We really need to have a sit-down and heart-to-heart, alright?"
"Sure thing, Kenz," Bo smiled. "And hey, bonus, if we finish up soon enough, Lauren will be finishing her shift at the hospital!"
Kenzi rolled her eyes at the one-track-mind succubus as they headed out the door.
TJ:LJ
Lindsey MacDonald, attorney at law, and Jedi Knight of the Terran Jedi Order, sighed to himself with relief as the plane landed safely and began to taxi towards the airport concourse. He didn't really have a problem with flying, or heights in general, but neither did he exactly have a lot of experience with the method of travel. Coupled with the anxiety he felt towards his reasons behind this sudden trip, and a certain level of trepidation could be excused. Even for a Jedi Knight.
Hard to believe that only a few years ago how different his life was. An up and coming attorney in Wolfram&Hart, one of the most prestigious, powerful and influential law firms in the world, not to speak of other dimensions and worlds. Also, one of the most evil. And then he went to a place called Sunnydale, CA, on a case and met the people that would change his life irrevocably.
After a few chance encounters, plus a few soul-revealing episodes, Lindsey had finally decided he'd had enough, and Alexander 'Xander' Harris was there to offer him an alternative to the wealth and power and intolerable evil of Wolfram&Hart. He quit the law firm and began training to be a Jedi Knight. Things happened, he faced many evils and ultimately overcame them, especially the demons that were infesting his soul. He faced the Mirror and denied the darker parts of him while embracing the light. And he became a Jedi Knight.
But being a Jedi-while undoubtedly his true calling and what he would be for the rest of his life-did not pay the bills. And, well, he had this law degree, not to mention he'd just recertified his California Bar license, so Lindsey figured why not open his own practice. One where he would truly help good people, and not just defend the wicked as they unleashed even more evil upon this world. He also became the Terran Jedi Order's primary legal expert and exclusive attorney.
As Lindsey disembarked from the plane and meandered his way through the crowds toward Baggage Claim and Customs, he silently mused to himself that while all of that might say who and what he was, it didn't really explain what he was doing so far from… home.
Ha! He could barely contain the chuckles he felt welling up inside at the thought; he truly did think of Sunnydale, of the Mouth of Hell, as his home. He really had changed from that angry young smartass from Texas with a chip on his shoulder, who wanted nothing more than to get out of town and as far away as possible from his deadbeat father.
Looking back, Lindsey recalled that his current case, and reason for being where he was, could be traced back to the moment when he decided to take on a Partner. Another lawyer to help out with the legal minutiae of defending the innocent and using the law to protect the helpless, rather than exploit them. In the months since he and Cole Turner started working together, they'd faced many challenges, and not all of them in the courthouse.
The current case had to do with the estate and legacy of a prominent figure in the magical community. One who, legally speaking, had only a single surviving heir, and said heir was currently in a great deal of danger due to the fact that Wolfram & Hart were making motions to transfer all assets to public holdings, where they could then pick it off at their leisure. Lindsey had a little over a week to find this missing heir apparent and get this person to claim their ancestor's legacy and assume control over their estate. Considering the only clue he had to go on was the title of the aforementioned prominent figure, known as The Blood King, he was pretty sure he had his work cut out for him.
Lindsey walked up to the counter for the Customs Desk and smiled as he handed over his documentation and put his luggage onto the x-ray conveyor.
"Hello," the Customs Agent greeted, quickly going through the documents and entering the information into her computer. "Anything to declare?"
Lindsey's smile became a touch more forced, and he resisted the temptation to glance over at the extra-large axel between the wheels of his luggage. It had an internal lead-lining, for extra protection and that sort of thing.
Yes, he was a Jedi, and as a Jedi, he hated lying. But there were some truths that most people are just not ready to face. And, yes, while technically his lightsaber was a weapon, it was not specifically, nor *legally*, listed among the number of items one must declare upon entering or leaving a country's borders.
"No," Lindsey answered, his Texas drawl and Southern Charm going full bore. "Just me, myself and I, as they say."
She smiled back, though he could sense that she was more interested in the amount of time until her next break than his smile or long brown hair and broad shoulders.
"What is your reason for visiting?" she asked.
"Business," he answered promptly. "Visit should only be for a couple weeks, however much I might wish to stay for longer."
"Well, be sure to enjoy your stay, Mr. MacDonald," she replied, returning his documentation. "And welcome to Canada! Enjoy your stay here in Toronto!"
END "Me, My-Fae, and Jedi"
To Be Continued in "Fae-ted Encounter"