HELLO FELLOW READERS, THIS WAS A NEW IDEA THAT POPPED INTO MY HEAD, AND I WANTED TO GET IT DOWN AND GOING BEFORE IT WAS LOST. I WILL STILL BE UPDATING MIND, SOUL, AND ADOLESCENCE, BUT I WANTED TO RUN WITH THIS FOR A BIT. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU ALL THINK. :)
Holstering her blade against her thigh, Bo takes one last glance in the mirror. It was a little before ten, and shift change was just around the corner. Dyson would be waiting for her to relieve him.
They had one task, and one task only. Protect Dr. Lauren Lewis.
Dyson, Tamsin, and now Bo all had the luxury of escorting the Doctor to and from conferences, each hotel stay, each private plane transfer, and each country she visited. Lauren Lewis was a well-known, and a very important scientist to the Fae community. Her role was to lend aid to any Fae across the nation, and across the world. Whether it be a simple sickness plaguing a village, or a new research project. She oversaw it all.
Bo was the newest addition to the fold after a previous agent named Vex was severely injured during an attempt to kidnap the Doctor. Luckily, the other agent's rooms weren't far off from where the attack was. Being able to subdue the few that they could, before they could swallow the cyanide pills given to them. Of course, very little information was received from the men. Whoever was after Lauren must have instilled great fear into the attacker's.
"Hey Dy, eventful day?" Bo asks, walking up the tall scruffy man, exhaustion written all over his face. This was her third graveyard shift since she started a week ago, "Nope, quiet as ever." He replies, stretching his limbs. "Escorted her back maybe thirty minutes ago, the conference ran longer than we thought, and then she had the Lab walkthrough. You know how long those can take."
Bo gives him a nod as she takes his place outside of the Doctor's room. "I have come to learn how detailed and draining they can be, yes."
Dyson gives the brunette a smirk, "Yeah, well she's probably asleep by now. Already checked the windows and vents. Tamsin's been walking the perimeter since we got back, she should check in with you before she heads to bed for the night though." He finishes, giving Bo a thumb's up, as he disappeared around the corner.
'You got this Bo. Just don't fall asleep again.' She thinks to herself.
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It was fifteen minutes later, when Tamsin came around the corner, holding a coffee cup in one hand, and a crossword book in the other. "Sup, Succubus? Fall asleep on us yet?" the blonde teased walking up to the other woman.
"One time Tam, that happened one time, and besides it hasn't even been a full hour into my shift yet." Bo replies, playfully rolling her eyes at the Valkyrie.
"Just making sure. Don't want the newbie screwing up her first week here." Tamsin responds handing the cup to Bo, "Here, double espresso with half a pump of hazelnut and heavy whipping cream."
"How?" Bo began, taking the warm cup into her hands.
"Read it in your file. Trust me, you'll need a bunch of caffeine until your body gets used to the hour change. This too." She finishes handing the crossword book over as well. "This will help the hours pass quicker. I've finished an entire book before in one night." She shrugs as she begins to back away, "Anyway, not to brag or anything, but I have a nice cozy bed waiting for me. I'll leave you to it." The blonde smirks, saluting the brunette.
"Thanks Tamsin. You sure know how to make someone feel welcomed." Bo replies, tossing the book in the blonde's direction, missing entirely as it lands in a corner. 'Oh, this is going to be a long night...' Bo sighs running her hand down her face.
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Two hours had passed since Bo started her shift. It had been quite thus far. They were in a secluded part of the hotel to ensure no pedestrians would be walking around.
Bo leaned her head back against the wall, looking to ceiling. She thought back to when the director of FTRS asked Bo if she wanted to be Vex's replacement. She was ecstatic. Ever since she joined the agency, her goal was to be on the team protecting the good Doctor. She felt that would be the best way for her to serve, but never did she think she would end up with graveyard duty. Rolling her eyes, she catches glimpse of the crossword book she had thrown. 'Oh, what the hell.' She thinks after a few moments.
Pushing off the wall, she goes to retrieve said book, but before she realizes what's happening she's being pulled from behind into a dark room. Her internal instincts kicking in, as she grabs the unknown hand, twisting the body into an arm lock position, shoving the person against the entry wall. "Who are you?" She growls, pushing the captives arm upward. "It's... ow! It's me! Dr. Lewis!" The blonde groans out in pain.
Realization as the words sink in puts Bo in panic mode. "Oh, my god, Dr. Lewis I had no idea, are you okay? What's wrong? Is there someone in here?" The brunette asks frantically searching the dark room.
"I'm fine. I'm sorry I should have announced myself before grabbing you. It's just. I don't quite know you name yet, and well... I heard something outside and I was just running off adrenaline and fear." Lauren replies, rubbing her wrist. Bo turns her attention back to the blonde, the night's moon shining just enough to outline the Doctor's features.
"Sorry about your wrist." Bo replies, turning back to scan the room. "Where did you hear the noise?"
"There, just outside the window." The blonde points to the window closest to her bed. Bo nods as she makes her way across the room. The window is still secure, and with them being on the eighth floor it was almost impossible for anyone to be hiding outside the window. After insuring the rest of the windows were still secure and taking one last glance out the window, the brunette turned back to the doctor, "Must have been the wind shaking the seal a bit. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary... May I?" She asks, guesting to the lamp, flipping the switch after receiving confirmation. Bo really hadn't seen much of the Doctor before tonight, just a glimpse here and there when they were transferring her, and through the picture they had in Lauren's file. Though it would seem the picture didn't do her much justice.
Bo couldn't help but take in the sight before her. Lauren was wearing a navy-blue night gown, that flowed with the curves of her body. Her dirty blonde hair laying lazily across her shoulders. Bo's eyes flashed before she could stop herself. Shutting her eyes, she mentally slaps her succubus. "I'm sorry... its involuntary sometimes." Bo responds sheepishly.
"It's okay. You're a succubus, right?" Lauren's asks, flattered by the initial reaction. Bo nods, looking to the floor. "Well, you can't help it when your succubus has a mind of its own." The blonde replies, trying to ease the tension.
"Yeah well, I usually have my succubus in check. Maybes it's the different sleeping hours messing with my control." Bo responds, running a hand through her hair. She wasn't going to admit it was the sudden spike in Lauren's aura, tied in with how her gown fit her so snug that set her succubus off.
Taking a few steps towards the doctor, "May I?" She asks, gesturing towards the blonde's wrist. "Oh, I'm fine. Really." Lauren insists, rubbing where Bo had grabbed her. Bo not taking that as an answer simply gestures again, her eyes pleading with the good Doctor. Lauren couldn't help but extend her hand out, letting the brunette take hold of her wrist, gently turning it which and every way, looking for any bruising. The blonde had a few light black and blue spots, but nothing to sever.
She remembered a healing technic she had learned in her medical training, "Do you trust me?" Bo asks, gently rubbing her thumb along the blonde's wrist. Lauren stared at their hands for a moment, not sure what Bo was implying, but felt it deep down that she could trust her, so she shook her head.
"I learned this in the academy, it's a healing method. The idea is to relax the body, or trick it into thinking it's ok, and not go into overdrive. In this case though, I'm hoping it will help calm the tissue around your wrist and slow the blood flow. Reducing the swelling and bruising." Bo finished, slowly turning the blonde's wrist upward.
Placing her hand against the blonde's, Bo looked deep into the Doctors eyes, memorizing each speck that was distinct against her hazel eyes. "Ready?" She asks, receiving an eager nod in return. Smiling at the Doctor's avid response, Bo began to send small pulses into the blonde's hand. Watching as the blonde relaxed before her. Both staring intently, as the moments passed. Feeling the strong pull build inside, the blonde slowly began leaning in towards the brunette. She's heard of the many things a succubus can do, and by nature were creatures of ecstasy and passion, but never has she ever had the pleasure of falling victim to a succubus's thrall.
Watching as the Doctor leaned in, she knew she needed to break the connection, and was trained over and over again how to do so, but for some reason couldn't this time. Wouldn't. Bo was just as much entranced as the good Doctor was, and wanted nothing more than to taste the blonde's lips. But as any good conscious does, that little voice in the back of Bo's head crept forward. Bringing reason to light, as Bo's role in this scenario became clear again. One task, and one task only. Protect Dr. Lauren Lewis. Breaking the connection, Bo stepped back, watching as reality set in with the blonde.
Lauren having all sense back, looked at her wrist, the pain was gone and the heat under the skin had lessened. She wasn't quite sure to the extent of what just happened, but her method worked. "I'm sorry, I should of broke the connection sooner. That was unprofessional of me." Bo spoke, pleading with her eyes for forgiveness.
"It's quite all right, that was umm... enlightening. I've always wondered about the power behind a succubus." Lauren stated, still shaking her emotions.
"Well, there you are." Bo humored, clearing her throat. "Umm, that should be healed by tomorrow. I uhh- I should be getting back to my post, will you be ok the rest of the night?"
"Yeah, of course. Thank you." Lauren nods, stepping away from the rooms door. Bo gives her a nod in return before walking towards the door. "Wait. What's your name?" the blonde asks.
"Ysabeau Dennis, but you can call me Bo." The brunette smiles, before exiting the room. Pulling the door closed, Bo leans her head against the door, 'What is wrong with you?' she scolds herself before repositioning herself against the wall, glaring at the crossword book in the corner. 'Another stunt like that might cost you your job, Bo.'
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Subtle humming could be heard coming from down the hall, Bo looked at her watch. It was a quarter after eight, she still had forty-five minutes left of her shift. Heavy footsteps making their way across the floor, closer to the succubus with each stride. Unsheathing her blade, Bo prepared herself for the loud fool, carelessly making their way towards the Doctor's room. Humming turned to whistling as a tall figure turned the corner, Bo tackling the man to the floor. "Wha- What the hell, Bo?" the familiar voice of Dyson grunted.
"Are you wanting to be stabbed?" Bo asked, gathering back to her feet.
"You know, I hadn't planned that far ahead, but next time I will." He replied, pushing himself off the ground, straightening his suit and tie. "You're early." Bo states, placing her blade back, "I still have another forty-two minutes left."
"Yes, you would have, if Dr. Lewis didn't have a meeting with the Neuro-foundation of Fae Children committee this morning." He snorted. "Did Tamsin not tell you?"
"Must have slipped her mind, somewhere between double espresso, and what's a seven-letter word for asshole." Bo mumbled, turning as the sound of the Lauren's door opened. Out walked the blonde Doctor, hair set in loose waves, burgundy button up, with a grey camisole underneath, dark grey slacks snug against her hips, finishing the attire off as she slides her white lab coat on. Stopping immediately at the sight of Bo, "Oh, Bo. Hello." She states, shifting her gaze to the wolf. "Good Morning Dyson. Is Professor Hue ready to go?"
"Yes mam, he and Tamsin are down at the complimentary breakfast grabbing coffees, and with Tamsin being there, I'm sure healthy breakfast options."
"Good, were running right on time." She states, checking her watch. "Just let me grab my bag, and we shall go." She finishes, smiling a smile, that excites Bo's succubus. The quick eye change, did not go unnoticed by the blonde as she turned back into her room. Smirking to herself as she grabs her bag. "All set." she states, looking from Dyson, gesturing the way, to Bo's wandering eyes, "Miss Dennis, Dyson will take it from here. You might want to go give those eyes a rest." She taunts, walking past the wolf.
"Get some sleep, Bo. You're on graveyard shift again tonight." Dyson orders, before leaving with the Doctor.
'Did she? Was she just? Nah..' Bo thinks, shaking her head, as she trailed off towards her room.
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"I don't care if funding would be cut from the Pixie program, this money should have been split equally across the board to begin with Dr. Devin. I created this institution to better help adolescents, and to learn from the various diseases Fae children contract." Lauren warned, glaring at the man across the table. "You, and everyone else here know that Pixies have a far less chance of contracting any type of disease, the Skunk Ape on the other hand are far more susceptible to all kinds of sicknesses. If I based this hospital on a priority only, then we would be segregating the Fae community, and if that's how you believe I want my hospitals ran, then you need to look elsewhere for employment, do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal."
"Good. Now with that nonsense out of the way, let us move on to the Nymph who has narcoleptic reactions when aroused."
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Nine and a half hours later.
"What an absolute disaster of a day, Dyson." The blonde sighed, kicking off her heels as Dyson started the SUV. "May have started that way Miss Lewis, but you set them straight in the end." He replied, glancing back at the woman through the rear view. Tamsin had taken the Professor back a couple of hours ago, as his duty was done for the day. "Mhm. We'll see." She mumbles, getting lost in thought as she stared out the tinted window. "The Skylark this evening?" the shifter asks, knowing this was how the blonde became after a long stressful day.
Smiling, she shot him a look. "You are too good to me, Mr. Thornwood. A glass of scotch sounds amazing right now." She replies, relaxing back into the seat.
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The annoying sound of Bo's alarm filled the dark room. Groaning the succubus rolled over swatting at the nuisance, knocking it off the bedside table. "Fuck..." Bo mumbled, as she slid to the edge of the bed in recovery of said nuisance, only to slide right off. "Damn it!" she growled, dropping her hands in frustration, abandoning any attempt to retrieve the nuisance.
Forty minutes later Bo was showered, and ready for her shift. Dyson had sent her a text, saying the Doctor went out for drinks, and that they would be back late. In hopes of seeing the blonde, Bo put on her best leather pants, a dark blue top, and black vest, with a touch more eye makeup than usual. To say the least, her succubus was very pleased.
She had a couple minutes before she "needed" to be at her post, so she decided to grab some coffee, and a snickers bar from the vending machine. She knew she should probably of eat a real meal, but a succubus feeding alone was enough to satiate her other hunger needs.
Bo had been outside the Doctors doors over an hour before she heard giggles and shushes come from down the hall. Peeking around the corner, Bo spots the blonde swaying down the hall, locked arm and arm with a brunette woman. A fit of jealously surged through the succubus, she had no claim to the Doctor, so why was the sight of her and another woman infuriating? Turning away, she fights down her succubus's anger, returning to her post.
Dyson was the first to round the corner, an apologetic look for the delay. Lauren followed, with the other woman in toe. Bo tried her best to keep from looking at the two, instead turned her attention to Dyson. "I'm guessing everything went smoothly?" she asks, fist bumping the wolf.
"As smooth as Faepolitics can go." He replied, opening the door for the two ladies.
Lauren caught glance of Bo looking from the wolf back to the hall, the realization of her presence seemed to sober the Doctor a bit. "Bo. Hi. Umm, how was your day?" she questioned, stumbling across a few words. Bo turned her attention to the blonde, her heart instantly picking up a few beats. The irritation she felt subsiding the longer they held each other's gaze. The other woman cleared her throat in clear annoyance, as Bo had not answered yet. "It was refreshing. I was able to let my eyes rest a bit." She spoke, holding the blondes gaze, who's face only formed a grin. "Good." She almost whispered. Bo's gaze was shifted when she noticed the brunette roll her eyes, leaning in to whisper something into the blonde's ear. Whatever the woman said capture the blonde's full attention, as she began to tug the doctor into the room. Forcing Bo's succubus to surface again, her eyes flashing blue in defense, as the two disappeared.
Shortly after Dyson reappeared, "Rooms checked, her overnight guest is cleared. I'm going to bed." She sighed the last bit. Curiosity getting the best of Bo, "What cleared her guest?" she asked, trying to keep her tone level.
"Old friend, ex-girlfriend, lover. Whatever you want to call her." He replies, matter of fact, walking towards the hall. "Her names Nadia if you must know." He calls out, rounding the corner.
Faint laughs, and shrieks come from behind the door, forcing Bo's electric eyes to stay.