"Crossroads"
A/U There are no fae magical powers in this alternate universe Doccubus Lost Girl fan fiction piece. All characters in "Crossroads" are human. Lost Girl is the property of Prodigy Pictures/Showcase. I am just borrowing their amazing characters and taking many liberties with my re-imagining of them.
Summary: Crime sprees and wild crazy nights of sex, booze, and banging beats...Bo's living the only life she's ever known but when a certain blonde doctor takes an interest it could change everything. #Doccubus
Rating: Mature Audiences Only (drug references and usage, sex, language, references to criminal activity, and sexual/physical abuse references)
Characters: Bo, Lauren, Kenzi, Fitzpatrick, Dyson, Hale, Tamsin, and original characters
Pairings: Bo/Original Characters and eventual DOCCUBUS
Author's Note: I am most certainly not a professional writer so I apologize in advance for any errors I didn't discover during my self editing. Cheers!
Chapter One – New Beginning
"Come on, prosecutor lady! Give Bo-Bo a chance." The young woman, with the petite frame and hipster gothic apparel continued to shout out in the courtroom despite the previous warning from the judge.
Two female bailiffs are standing by, staring at the young woman and wondering how long it will take before the judge directs them to arrest the unruly woman and charge her with contempt.
The judge bangs his gavel very loudly, stunning everyone in the courtroom into silence. The honorable Judge Salvatore Pierre Ash is visibly frustrated. The usually stoic and expressionless judge appears to be contemplating leaping down from his seat and warning the out of control young woman in closer proximity.
The courtroom remains silent, while everyone stares ahead at the judge waiting for him to begin to speak. The defendant glances back at the young woman, her eyes pleading for her irate friend to relax and calm down.
When Judge Ash begins to speak, his voice is louder and more thunderous that it had been the previous time he addressed the young woman. "Young lady, you have been warned. One more outburst and you will be hauled off and charged with contempt. This is your final warning Miss."
Kenzi locks eyes with the defendant, her piercing blue eyes filled with compassion. She knows she will be of no use to her friend if she's in jail.
"Someone has to be on the outside if Bo gets locked up. Gather yourself Kenzi, stay strong." Kenzi thought, willing herself to calm down for the sake of her friend.
The defendant takes her eyes away from her friend, who appears to be calming down slowly. The striking brunette with haunted chocolate brown eyes looks directly at the judge, waiting for him to read his decision. If Bo is convicted of possession of methamphetamines with intent to distribute and organizing the sale of stolen goods she will go to prison for a long time due to her previous criminal history. Prior to this most resent arrest, Bo had sworn to Kenzi that she was getting out of "the business" but she made a last minute decision to do one final run without telling Kenzi. When she had arrived at the drop point and set the exchange of goods in motion, she was stunned to find out it was a police sting investigation.
Under the new Three Strikes Law, she would be sent to prison for a lengthy sentence if Judge Ash convicts her today. On some level Bo was convinced she deserved to go to prison. As a child Bo spent countless days and nights watching her parents "work" until they were both killed during a drug bust when she was 7 years old. After her parents' death, Bo was determined to continue "the business" as she grew up because it was the only life she knew at the time. From her early teen years onward, Bo continued the path charted by her mother and father.
Bo is temporarily lost in her thoughts of the past but soon shook her head and regained focus, nervously waiting for Judge Ash to continue speaking. She appears genuine in her desire to accept whatever plan or conviction the judge outlines for her.
The judge studies the beautiful dark haired woman with the haunted eyes. Though haunted, there is a sense of remorse shining from them as she gives the judge her undivided attention.
Judge Ash looks at the defendant and in a stern and commanding voice he says, "Bo Dennis, stand up."
Bo stands up immediately. She is wearing a black blazer, a snug fitting violet blue button down shirt, and a black skirt that stops just above her knees. Bo smoothes her skirt and whisks back stray strands of hair that have fallen into her face. She looks at the judge; her facial expression is a mixture of desperation, respect, remorse, and anxiety.
"Ms. Dennis, I have seen your face in this courtroom twice before but instead of sentencing you under the Three Strikes Law I am granting you this final chance to change your life. There is a rehabilitation program, headed by Lewis Enterprises. Lewis Enterprises' non-profit subsidiary has agreed to provide counseling, pay you a significant weekly stipend, set you up with an apartment, and cover expenses for community college or vocation/trade program. If you screw up this final opportunity, I will sentence you to a minimum of 10 years in a women's penitentiary. There would be no early release for good behavior. There would be no reduced/suspended sentence for previous time served. There would be no partial sentence and probation."
Bo stares at the judge in disbelief. She cannot believe what she is hearing. She had a history of manipulating people for temporary housing, drugs, money, sex, and booze. She had grown quite comfortable and accustomed to using her body to persuade others into giving her what she wanted but today she did not depend on her feminine charms. Today, the judge before her was truly giving her one final chance because he believes that she can make a better life for herself.
"Ms. Dennis, do you understand the terms?"
Bo is still in shock and struggles to utter a reply. She is literally speechless and tears slowly roll down her cheeks.
"Yes sir," she says between sobs. "I understand. I want to do better. I really do. Thank you your honor. I will not disappoint you. I have disappointed enough people in my life time, too many to count."
After her sincere rambles, the defendant looks back at her friend; a small smile appears on her face.
The judge bangs his gavel again and exclaims "You will report to Lewis Enterprises in the morning and review the terms of the program. Stop by the clerk's desk on your way out of this courthouse. There will be an envelope for you there with directions and other information. This court is adjourned. Good luck Ms. Dennis."
"Thank you again your honor. Much gratitude sir."
Bo is genuine in her sentiment. She turns to shake hands with her public defender before going to Kenzi who is eagerly waiting to grab her friend and pull her into a tight hug.
Kenzi hugs her best friend tightly. The petite brunette pulls out of the hug, a stern expression on her face. "You better not fuck this up Bo. What the hell am I supposed to do if your sorry ass is locked up for 10 years? Get a fucking grip and get yourself together woman. This time the judge is for realsies dude so I hope you have been scared straight."
Bo cannot suppress the grin that now covers her lips. "Well, I definitely hope I haven't been scared straight. That would put quite a damper on my sex life." Bo jokes winking at her friend.
Kenzi punches Bo on the arm. "This is not funny Bo. This is some serious shit!"
Bo can tell that her friend is concerned and serious so she decides to become more serious too. "I know Kenzi. I know. I 'm doing it right this time."
After stopping by the clerk's desk, the two women exit the courtroom arm in arm. Bo takes long strides, struggling to keep up with Kenzi who is almost bouncing as she walks at a brisk pace.
"Chop, chop Bo-Bo. Move it! Before the judge changes his mind."
Bo continues being dragged along the stone floors of the courthouse deep in thought about this opportunity to start over. Kenzi looks over and notices her friend's distant expression. She slows her stride and waves her hand back and forth across Bo's face.
Kenzi attempts to lighten the mood, "So I wonder what kind of swanky pad you get out of this deal. I can't wait to move in."
"Who said anything about you moving in? I'm starting over, not you." Bo looks at her friend with a playful grin.
"Whatever woman! Where you go, I go. We established that a long time ago sister. And speaking of going places, I'm hungry. Let's go eat. And by the way, I'm so glad we got to keep a ton of that stolen merch from the last hustle. Our fancy threads are gonna look so good with our swanky new lifestyle."
Bo smiles and looks at her friend, who continues to ramble on and on before starting one of her "Mama Kenzi" lectures.
"I mean it Bo. Don't mess this up. You mess this up and we're both screwed, again."
"Yes Mama Kenzi," says Bo sarcastically and rolling her eyes before continuing.
"I'm not messing up this time. I may even be able to re-kindle the friendship I had with Hale and Dyson. I screwed them over and I regret it every day. They are two of the very few decent and respectable people I know."
Kenzi nudges Bo and flashes her a look of mock shock and disappointment.
"Hey! I said two of decent people I know not the only decent people."
"That's more like it bestie."
Bo and Kenzi disappear into the bustling crowd of people walking along the sidewalk.
Meanwhile, at a high rise apartment in the ritzy sector of downtown…
The room is elegantly decorated with modern furnishings, reminiscent of the glossy photos from high fashion magazines. The walls are painted black and white with splashes of orange. Candlelight illuminates the room. Heated and passionate sounds fill the incense scented air.
Two well fit bodies grind against each other with fiery passion, need, and deeply devoted love. Curly blonde hair is being tugged on and pulled as the magnificent body that lies beneath this beautiful specimen rakes their fingers across the well muscled and tattooed back.
There is a final thrust, followed by mighty grunts. Sweaty and breathless, the two writhing bodies have slowed down enjoying the calm after being over taken by the incredible climax they have both just experienced. They relax into each other, entranced by the sensations of their tightened muscles. They gently caress each other, inhaling each others intoxicating scent.
"You really know how to wear a brother out. But hey, I ain't complaining," Hale says almost panting. His smooth and beautiful mocha colored skin is glistening with sweat.
"You were so hot and ready, begging to be taken." said Dyson with hazy lust filled eyes. Their bodies are sprawled across the large bed, molded together perfectly.
After several minutes of enjoying the comfort of each others embrace, Hale begins to speak.
"I feel weird even thinking about her right now but do you ever wonder how she is? Do you ever wonder what happened to her?"
Immediately realizing who Hale is referring to, Dyson replies with "You mean Bo? Sure she crosses my mind sometimes but she's not our problem now."
Hale doesn't press the subject and the two lovers shift around in an attempt to get comfortable and drift off into an afternoon nap.