A/N: I remade my fanfic after two years. It's good to be back :) I've not yet publicly written for Valkubus yet, this is my sort of test run. The M rating will probably come into play in the next chapter or so.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost Girl or any of its beautiful characters (unfortunately).
Bo groaned in frustration as her phone buzzed obnoxiously from her nightstand. She adjusted herself accordingly, rolling herself across the width of the bed and snatching the nuisance of a device off of the flimsy, wooden, bedside table. The half-asleep succubus checked the clock on the phone's glaringly bright screen and allowed herself to become more than a little confused at the caller ID before thrusting it to her ear.
"Tamsin," she questioned weakly into the phone as she pushed a handful of brown hair from her face.
"Rise and shine, succulet. We've got work to do." Tamsin's voice sounded from the phone, snarky as ever. Bo's head felt like a rusted machine as she tried to process this.
"...T-Tamsin, it's four thirty in the morning, what are you talking about?" Her words took serious effort to force out of her throat, leaving her lips with a raspy 'morning voice' twinge to them.
"Aww, little baby Bo learned to read a clock! Just got a call from the precinct. There's a case, maybe fae related, and since dog-breath is off on another one of his magical, thought clearing, woodland adventures, that leaves me with you. So, like I said, rise and shine, we've got work to do. I'm on my way there, see you in five." With that, the line went silent.
Bo had managed to throw on her usual red kimono and shuffle down the rickety stairs just as a loud knock sounded through the clubhouse. She scurried across the room and unlatched the front door to let the blonde-on-a-mission inside. Tamsin flashed her signature smirk in Bo's direction and gave her a once over before stating sarcastically, "Gosh, no need to get so dolled up for me, succubus."
As much as she tried to ignore it, the Valkyrie had some inner admiration for the brunette's current appearance. Her hair fell from its half-assed up-do and strayed around her softly lit features, giving her a look of warmth. Her untied kimono hung loosely over the tank-top-and-shorts pajama ensemble she had going on, leaving her with a very relaxed vibe. It was somewhat...attractive? No, not going there. Tamsin shook that thought from her head just as quickly as it came and stepped around the other, obviously confused, woman.
"So what's this about?" Bo questioned with a slight yawn as she closed the wooden door behind the tall blonde and followed her into the kitchen. "It's obviously not a social visit. Not from you."
Tamsin smirked, choosing not to retort on that little comment. "A case. Like I said, Dyson is off again on more 'vacation time' and since this is more than likely fae related, looks like I'm stuck with you. So, do you wanna hear what's going down or do you wanna keep interrogating me, because, last I checked, interrogation was my job." She hopped up onto the kitchen counter, grabbing an apple on her way, and pulled out her pocket-knife.
Seeing the blade, Bo reflexively grabbed her dagger from inside her kimono (gods only know where she found the place to keep it in that thing). She braced herself into a defensive stance and narrowed her eyes at the Valkyrie who was now looking cautiously at Bo's weapon, pointed at her, but her expression soon changed to one of amusement.
"Relax, succulet. I'm hungry." Tamsin chuckled, giving Bo a smirk as she carved into the fruit in her hands and popped a piece into her mouth. She continued to eye the dagger in the brunette's hand until she was sure it was tucked safely back into the kimono and no longer a hazard to herself.
The blonde let out a barely audible sigh before continuing with her task. "There's been a few recent fae disappearances not too far from here. From the looks of the situation, my best guess is nixies. If I'm right, we need to station ourselves near the location of the disappearances and put an end to them." Tamsin took another bite of her apple and waited for the succubus' response.
"Sorry, the who?" Bo's expression was one of honest cluelessness. Tamsin looked up and rolled her eyes, muttering 'Baby Fae' and taking a deep breath before beginning her explanation.
"Nixies. They're a race of fae, elves, a sort of water-sprite, originally from northern Europe. They are these beautiful women who live in rivers and on the banks, luring men to them with their appearance and songs. Kind of like a siren, but hotter than Hale." She paused to toss another piece of apple into her mouth with a crunch.
"It's said that those who hear the nixie's song completely lose their minds. They are extremely captivating and dangerously fast. If a nixie sets her sights on someone, he's pretty much screwed. She'll draw him to her on the river bank and drag him down to the bottom of the water where he makes his grave. If he tries to run...well, no one is stupid enough to try that so don't worry about it. They feed off of love, admiration, lust, and attraction, not much different from a succubus." She paused again and looked at her hands as if contemplating what to say next.
She soon continued, "Anyway, a few centuries back, they somehow managed to make their way overseas to our region. Laws were immediately put in place to prevent them from taking any other fae into their wicked water sport, but now, it looks like they've made a comeback. Some fae hikers went missing in a patch of woods that surround a well-known nixie river. So far there isn't any proof that nixies are at fault, since the bodies were never found, so they want to put us in the woods near the river to ensure that it really is the little nixie bitches and put a stop to their little games." Tamsin finished her tale and held the last piece of apple between her teeth as she cocked her head, eyes narrowed quizzically, waiting for Bo's reaction.
The brunette was obviously lost in thought and imagination, though she was indeed listening. She was too distracted to notice that the Valkyrie's words had ceased to come from her mouth. Instead, she was more focused on the woman's appearance as she sat, lackadaisical, in front of her on the counter. Her blonde locks were not tied in their usual bun, rather they twisted artfully around her face and fell over her green eyes and her frosty, Scandinavian cheeks.
Her acid-washed denim marching style jacket was delicately draped over her shoulders, accenting the curves that her tight tank top exposed underneath. Her toned abs and taunt stomach were all but hidden under the thin fabric. Her perfectly form-fitting dark jeans were tucked into a pair of well-loved black combat boots with uneven laces all the way up and loose buckles at the top.
"Satisfied? Impressed? Hungry?" Tamsin's voice, somehow managing to be both amused and unamused at the same time, brought the now very starving Bo back to reality and out of her likely kinky thoughts. She shook her head as her eyes snapped up from the blonde's inviting chest to her suspicious gaze. 'What the fuck? This is Tamsin we're talking about here! I should not be this turned on right now,' the succubus grilled herself, mentally.
"Okay, so what are we supposed to do?" Bo quipped, she needed something to get her mind off of the body of the woman in front of her.
"You need to pack. We're going on a little road trip. I talked to Dyson, he says they keep a cabin stocked up in that area for cases like this. It's about a three or four hour drive from here. We need to leave as soon as possible. We can take my truck-"
"Oh no, I am not getting in that thing with you behind the wheel. You have been trying to get rid of me for weeks, how do I know you won't just send the truck flying over a cliff with me locked inside?" Bo raised an eyebrow. She wasn't being entirely serious, though a part of her wondered just how much she meant it.
"Listen, if I wanted you dead, you'd be dead, ten times over. Go get your shit together, we're leaving in twenty."
"What about Kenzi? I can't just leave her. And if I tell her I'm going somewhere with you she'll think you're cleverly plotting my downfall or something, which, at this point, may not be such a ludicrous thought." The brunette shifted her weight a little and folded her arms across her chest. She didn't exactly love the idea of running off on a forest getaway with the blonde, who in truth had been trying to put her in jail since they met, but it was beginning to sound more appealing than not.
"Well, you better figure something out, succubus. Cause we sure as hell aren't taking your little human pet along for the ride." Tamsin hopped off the island counter and sauntered over to the worn out couch in the living room, brushing up against Bo's shoulder in the process.
"Fine, but we're taking my car." Bo stated, matter-of-factly as she headed towards the stairs on the far side of the room.
The Valkyrie saw no point in further arguing the subject, "Whatever, just hurry up. We're wasting time."
"And I'm driving!" The succubus' voice rang out from the staircase, receiving an eye roll in return.
After ten minutes, Bo came back downstairs with a black and purple duffle bag thrown haphazardly over her left shoulder. She had changed into her usual black pants that were neatly tucked into a pair of high black leather boots. Her knife was sheathed on her right thigh, as per ordinary. Her torso was graced with a loose grey tank top and a black leather jacket. The usually wavy brown locks were straightened out with half of them tied back out of her face. Tamsin tried so hard not to stare, to no avail, of course. How can such a pain in the ass be so damn perfect?
The blonde shook her head subtly to clear her mind and stood up off the couch. "Took you long enough. Let's go."
"Y'know, one day we're going to have to do something about that attitude of yours. Let me leave this note for Kenzi, I'll meet you outside." Bo watched as Tamsin slowly turned on her heel and walked back out the front door. What am I getting myself into?
She stuck a note on the counter that read, 'Working a fae case, be back soon. Don't wait up, I'll call tonight. XOXO Bo'.
The succubus glanced around the clubhouse once more before following the blonde out the door, locking it behind her.
A/N: Okay, so this was originally going to be just a flashback/background scene but it ended up turning into its own chapter. I've already started the next chapter but I won't post it if this one gets a shit ton of negativity and the like.
This show has seriously peaked my interest in mythology so I thought I'd throw in a little known race of creatures. The nixies originated in the same branch of mythology as the Valkyries, though I'm not exactly positive of their specific country of origin. They are both part of the Teutonic myths. I'm kind of in love with the idea of nixies for some reason, so, why not toss them into the mix, eh? I did play around a bit with some of the nixie lore but for the most part, it's solid.
I think I've got a good idea of where I want this to go, at least for the next few chapters. Obviously, this will be a multi-chapter fic, unless I don't get much positive feedback after the first few. Thanks heaps for taking time to read this :)
xRiver