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Author's Note: I did something along this line with a story that never really got published but decided to reinvent it for the purpose of Lost Girl. I've only recently started watching season four and I have to say I am very disappointed. I expected more and in my expectations I obviously set myself up. I've barely managed to finished episode three but since I bought the season already I will push myself through the whole thing it just might take a while. The fact that I already know the spoilers for the season does help in disappointing me further and keep me writing this story instead of watching the show. For those who are reading Killing Lauren I am still working on it. Sadly my free time is rather short so I started writing mostly on paper, the good part is I can write anywhere, the bad part is I have to transcribe everything. So it might still be a while before I start that one back up. My sincere apologies. The other bad part is that this story has slowly creeped it's way into my brain. I've written out nearly seventy pages already so it's obviously on my mind. This is the first chapter I was able to transcribe and I hope you all like it. Please do review since really even a simple comment is a great encouragement. I am open and welcome to both criticism and compliments though please be gentle on the insults.

Looking at the dark walls of the converted room Lauren wonders why it took her so long to figure it all out. She wonders how she had missed all the signs. Placing a hand on the metal slab she can't help but worry. How in the world was she going to get herself out of the mess she had willingly walked into? That thought continued to move through her mind as she looked first at the overly muscled guard then to the table littered with surgical tools. Whatever the room had originally been intended for it was not meant to be an operating room. Releasing another frustrated sigh she wondered how she had managed to fall for such ridiculous manipulation yet again. First with the Ash and now with Taft. One would think she would have learned her lesson. But that was clearly not the case. She was bound to keep falling for the lie's of men in the hope of a better option, a better future.

"I have to say Lauren I feel amazing." Taft announced genially as he entered the room.

"I'm glad." She responded attempting to keep the fear she was feeling out of her voice.

"I know this has been hard for you to accept." Taft began moving closer to Lauren. "You and I will be the leaders in a revolution. Well I will be the leader and if all goes well you will be my right hand."

Shaking her head in the negative Lauren tried to keep her eyes from wandering to the old specks of dried blood. The underlying smell of copper told her that even bleach was unable to cover up the amount of blood spilled in the room. Shifting her attention to the monster in front of her she wondered how she had been so easily misled, how easily she had been fooled. Clearing her mind of all thoughts she kept her expression neutral. It was a mask she had learned to slip on after a year of serving the Fae. The Fae's subtle cruelty had left her with a keen understanding that it was wiser to remain passive, agreeable, and at all costs; neutral. A sick sense of nostalgia washed over her as she remembered the first time she had displeased the Fae. At the time when she was still completely ignorant of their laws, traditions, and politics she had committed a serious breach of conduct. The punishment hadn't been as severe as it could have been but it was enough to make an impression. She learned quickly that observed obedience was key. All the Fae required was the mask of obedience and subservience. They wanted to feel superior, they needed to know that they were in control. After three months of solitary confinement she had learned her lesson. As she teetered the line between sanity and madness she had promised herself that one day she would be free. She supposed that promise is what led her into the situation she was currently in. The promise of freedom, the allure of equality, and respect had allowed her to walk into the hands of yet another controlling dictator who wanted to own her, possess her, and use her.

"But you have helped me set everything into motion." Taft continued breaking Lauren out of her reverie. "Without you I don't think I would have gotten as far as I have. You are the catalyst Lauren." The familiar use of her name set her teeth on edge. The idea that she was the key to his success twisted her stomach in disgust. "Your genius will help save humanity. " He paused moving towards a safe she hadn't noticed before. "Well it will be if you survive." He removed a large syringe filled with a pinkish fluid. "Your research has allowed me to do this." He pointed first to himself and then to the syringe. "I'm sure you are wondering why I would pay your loyalty with something that will in all likelyhood kill you?" Seeing no response from Lauren he blithely continued. "This is your test of loyalty. I fyou manage to survive you will be my right hand. We will improve the Fae and we will become better. With your mind we can removed the weaknesses in their genetics before implanting it into humans. We will create a whole new race, a better race." The fanatical light in his eyes and the glint in his smile made Lauren shiver with disgust.

His supposed test of loyalty sounded a lot like the tests for a witch. If she floats then she is a witch. If she drowns then she is human. Either was it meant an innocent woman would die. The scenario looked to be about the same. If she survived whatever it was he planned to inject her with she doubted she would live much longer. "What's in the syringe?" She asked deciding it was better to ignore everything else he had said. She knew it was pointless to argue with a mad man.

"That is a great question. It's one I actually wish I knew the answer to." Taft gave Lauren a large smile.

"You don't know what you plan to inject me with?" She asked a hint of outrage and panic tingeing her voice.

"Well, no I don't, but that is the fun of it all." He gave a little chuckle that made Lauren want to cringe. "I had considered having you test it but I had so little of the original that I refused to destroy it through testing. I took a small sample and had it genetically mapped. I can only say that it is beyond impressive and like nothing I have ever seen before." Taft looked at the syringe with a hint of awe.

"If it is so impressive why didn't you try to become whatever that is?" Lauren asked hoping against logic that some form of cavalry would come to her rescue.

"I'm a lot of things Lauren. I'm rich, I'm powerful, I'm inquisitive, what I am not is an idiot. This may be powerful, it may be impressive, but it will probably kill whoever is injected with it. Now your research has allowed us to bond and fuse human and Fae genes together. It will take years of research and experiments to see exactly how the two species bond. I took a major risk allowing myself to become the first test subject, however, it was a calculated risk with a favorable outcome." Taft paused looking towards the door and nodding at the guard who nodded in return before stepping out of the room. "You've been studying the Fae for over six years. You know more about each species and their genetic differences than anyone I have ever met. You probably know more about Fae physiology and biology than the Fae. It has taken me nearly as long to learn only a small fraction of what you know." he stopped, a look of envious awe marring his features.

"You haven't answered my question." Lauren said breaking the sudden silence.

"Haven't I?" Isaac asked looking a bit startled. "The wolf is powerful with few weaknesses as far as I have been able to observe. This DNA is amazing but I don't know enough about Fae genetics to inject myself with it. I would much rather inject you. Now the only difference will be that my DNA was forced to bond with the wolf's, thanks to your research." He said waving an acknowledgement in Lauren's direction. "We used that research to create something special, something that will help us create a new world." Isaac paused and Lauren wondered if it was for dramatic effect or if he had truly lost the last vestiges of sanity.

The door opening made Isaac smile, that smile made Lauren shudder in trepidation. "This beauty came from your research Lauren." Isaac motioned towards the two guards entering the room with a metal brief case. A part of her wondered why all bad guys seemed to find a need to own a metal brief case. What was the appeal? That though helped relieve some of the stress and fear coursing through her veins.

"I'm sure your scientific mind is just dying of curiosity."

Thinking of how quickly Isaac was going to kill her kept Lauren's curiosity at bay. "If that's your idea of a pun it is hardly funny."

"Don't be rude doctor." Isaac chastised as the two guards placed the briefcase down on the counter next to Isaac. Receiving a nod from Isaac the two guards positioned themselves on either side of Lauren.

Feeling the two massive bodies next to her Lauren breathed deeply attempting to contain her panic. Sucking in air through her nose and blowing it slowly out of her mouth she held herself from screaming as the guards grabbed her arms firmly.

"As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted, your research allowed us two bond two different species DNA. From that train of thought I had my researchers create a serum that slowly degenerates DNA, human DNA specifically. If my theory is correct then instead of your cells mutating they will die. The new DNA will then be able to take over your system making you a full blooded genetic Fae." Isaac finished with a smile motioning to the two guards.

Lauren knew Isaac was leaving out several key points in his little experiment. Trying to puzzle out the mystery she didn't bother putting up a struggle as the guards removed her surgical top. She knew she was outmatched and outweighed when it came down to a fight and that regardless of her struggles she was going to die. The idea of fighting to the bitter end held little appeal since it would probably earn her a couple of broken bones before she died. Instead she let the two guards lift her onto the metal slab, lay her down, and force her into the fetal position. She knew without being told what would come next.

"You're right Isaac I am curious." She finally spoke hoping against hope to delay the inevitable. "What is so special about this particular DNA?" The question barely passed between her lips when she felt Isaac swab the base of her back.

"I knew your curiosity would get the better of you. You are so much like me." The compliment hardly seemed like a compliment considering Lauren current situation. Deciding it was better to pretend she hadn't heard anything she remained silent, waiting for Isaac to continue in what would hopefully be another monologue. "If only I could remove those pesky morals. Though from what I have observed, they only come into play when you feel like it. I have found that your moral compass doesn't exactly point north now does it?" The question seemed rhetorical so Lauren didn't bother answering it.

"Isaac, please, if you are going to kill me then the least you could do is satisfy my curiosity first." Lauren barked out.

"Forty six pairs." Isaac stated with a touch of glee in his voice.

"Forty six what?"

"Forty six pairs of chromosomes." Isaac practically giggled. "I thought you were quicker."

"That's impossible, that's ninety two chromosomes. Humans only have twenty three pairs and Fae only have thirty six pair. Where did you get this sample Isaac?" Lauren questioned a true sensation of unadulterated fear coursing through her body.

"Iran." Taft stated simply as he marked the injection site. Picking up the first syringe he motioned for the guards to hold tight. He might be killing Lauren but he had no intention of paralyzing her.

"Isaac stop! Please, this can't be Fae!"

Ignoring Lauren's cries Isaac placed the first syringe on the marker and slowly pushed it into Lauren's spinal cord. The sudden tension was understandable considering he hadn't bothered with an anesthetic of any kind. "This might hurt." He stated before pushing the plunger and emptying out the syringe.

Lauren's last thought before the pain took over was that if she survived she would kill the monster. The sudden fire consuming the base of her spine rushed up her spinal column freezing her motor function and paralyzing her vocal cords. The pain held such an intensity that she was sure even as she couldn't manage a single thought, that she would soon black out. The human body could only take so much pain and what she was experience was worse than anything she had ever felt before. Just as quickly as the pain paralyzed her it released its hold. Then the screaming began. As the fire spread through her chest, up her arms and down her legs Lauren was unable to stop or control the screams. In rapid succession they spilled from her lips. With frightening strength her lungs dragged in air, pushing it out with equal force through her vocal cords. Yet that expression of pain was merely an echo of the torture tearing it's way slowly through her body.

The second syringe pressing into her spine felt like a drop of water touching burned skin. It felt like a taste of relief against the hurt. She swore even as she was lost within the agony that she felt the fluid enter her spinal cord. That fluid felt cold and the sweet relief it promised was soon wiped away with the pain it offered. Instead of putting out the fire it merely replaced it. The burn was different but it still burned. Through the haze of pain she heard Isaac's voice, he was ordering the guards to come back and pick up the body once she was dead. He was tired of listening to the incessant screaming and he only needed a body for autopsy.

As the door slammed shut Lauren forced her mind to work through the pain. She was dying, there was no way her body could survive whatever had been injected into her system. The still rational part of her mind reasoned that soon her body would go into shock, soon she would lose all motor functions, and in less than an hour her heart would fail. Rolling off the metal slab Lauren slammed into the floor with enough force to knock the wind out of her lungs. The sudden impact was enough to stop the screams and reset her diaphragm. Gasping for breath Lauren tried to keep herself focused, she had a purpose, she wasn't going to die in vain. Moving onto her stomach Lauren forced her legs to work, forced her arms to support her weight so she could rise up on her hands and knees. Grabbing onto the edge of the slab Lauren pushed her body up into a standing position. Clutching the table she took deep breaths focusing on the task at hand and working towards ignoring the ice ripping its way into veins. She knew she still had time. Whatever Isaac had given her was now working its way through her circulatory system, once it hit her internal organs she suspected she wouldn't be functional.

Pulling open the door she gave a quick glance up and down the halls. Finding them thankfully clear she worked her way down to surgery. Dyson was still strapped to the operating table and if she was going to die, then she would make sure Isaac died with her. Stopping for the occasional gasp of pain and dizziness Lauren finally entered the operating room. Staring briefly at the operating table she couldn't help but think everything would have been different if she had only been enough. If the man, thing really, hadn't always been the physical representation of everything she wasn't. He was a man, he was powerful, he was free, and most importantly; he was enough for Bo. Lauren could tolerate almost everything that he was but the last. She hated that he was enough for Bo and that Bo would always run to him. It didn't matter how hard she worked or how much she sacrificed; Bo would always turn to Dyson. Now in the moments before her death she realized that she deserved more. She should have demanded more. Years of slavery had broken her and she had lost the ability to appreciate herself.

Shaking off her maudlin thoughts Lauren pushed her body the last steps to Dyson's body. He was still unconscious but the occasional twitch proved that the paralytic she had given him had worn off. The Ketamine was undoubtedly already being filtered out through his liver and kidneys. He would feel like hell but he would live. He would live and she would die. Once again she saved the Fae but this time it came at the cost of her own life. Wiping away a stray tear Lauren untied the strap on Dyson's left arm. Leaning across his muscular chest she worked the right one free.

Two arms wrapping around her chest forced Lauren to stop. Relaxing into Dyson's chest she couldn't stop the sob the escaped her lips. She didn't know if it was the constant pain or the knowledge that she was going to die that forced it out. All she knew was that of all the people in the world Dyson was the last person she wanted to see her cry.

"Lauren?" Opening his eyes Dyson stared at the blonde head and the slim body encased in his arms. His head felt like it had been run over with a truck. The last thing he remembered way Lauren stabbing him with a needle. Gripping tighter he head a sob and then a groan of pain. Loosening his hold he wondered what had happened, why he was still alive?

"It will always be you." The blonde head whispered into his chest. Thinking over the words Dyson couldn't help but wonder at the meaning behind them. Why would it always be him? Coming from the woman laying on his chest there were a wealth of possible meanings for those simple words.

"You have to kill him." Lauren whispered out wiping away the tears that had worked their way down her cheeks. "He's a cabbit and you have to kill him."

"What?" The sudden topic change had Dyson's mind whirling in confusion. Releasing his hold Dyson moved up into a sitting position slowly pushing Lauren off of his chest in doing so. He was surprised when instead of standing up Lauren dropped to the floor clutching her abdomen. Looking down he was shocked to see her clenching her teeth to hold back a scream. "What the hell Lauren?" He asked knowing he wasn't going to get a answer he worked his last two restraints free. Dropping to the ground he looked her over, she was pale, sweating and clearly in extreme pain. The problem was who did he call when it was the doctor that was sick. Who could he call for help when they were so deep in enemy territory?

"Please, please kill him, make sure he can't hurt them ever again." Lauren wheezed out as the pain worked its way deep into her body. Her logical mind warned her that her organs were starting to fail. Each one was slowly breaking down and soon either her heart would give out from the pain or her lungs would stop working. Part of her couldn't help but pray for her heart to stop. The idea of asphyxiation held no appeal in the many ways to die.

"Lauren what is going on? What happened?"

"Dying." Lauren hissed out clutching her abdomen tighter. "You need to kill him."

"What can I do?" Trying to contain his own sudden panic Dyson had to admit he wasn't ready to lose Lauren. Their relationship was never equal but over the last three years he had come to respect her instead of merely tolerating her. She wasn't just a pet, she wasn't just a human, or a rival, she was someone he knew he could call friend. She was the person who would sacrifice everything to save someone she loved and that was something he respected, something he held above their rivalry.

"Nothing, he killed me. You need to kill him. You need to save her." Neither of them needed to say who needed to be saved. They loved the same woman and even though Dyson was now the winner he felt it was a hollow victory. He had been willing to wait for Lauren to die but he had expected it would have been decades into the future. Lauren deserved happiness and Bo deserved the bright shinning moments of life only humans can really provide. He had centuries left with Bo while Lauren at the most had half a decade. It wasn't long to wait for the one he loved when he had already waited centuries to meet her.

"It wasn't supposed to happen like this you know?" He asked knowing this would be the last time he ever spoke to her again. "I don't want it to end like this." Pulling Lauren's hand into his own he held it tightly. "We were going to put everything aside and become friends."

"We are friends. I wouldn't die for just anyone. Now leave. Go get him. Go save her." Lauren clutched the offered hand tightly focusing on her words to ignore the pain.

"I'll wait with you." He offered even though he knew he had to go.

"No, leave. Isaac will run. Bo is here." Those simple words were enough to force Dyson's hand. He knew that he had to kill Taft, not just for Lauren's sake but for the sake of all Fae. The man was a monster and unless he was stopped he woudl never stop. Nodding in understanding Dyson released Lauren's hand and stood. Walking towards the door he looked back at her body twitching painfully on the floor. He wanted to go back. He wanted to take her pain away but he was too selfish for that. He wouldn't be the one to kill Lauren Lewis. He couldn't offer her that mercy since it would taint everything else in his future. So instead he turned away and went to find the man who had murdered Lauren Lewis.

Closing her eyes Lauren felt her breathing slow. The pain was either so intense she couldn't feel it or her body was giving up. The cold had permeated every part of her body. Her limbs felt cold. She was numb and as each breath became harder she couldn't help but think that she had fallen for the same lies all over again. Every time a man walked into her life and offered her something, it was bound to destroy everything she worked for again. Again another man another set of lies but this time she was paying for it with her life. At least it was her life this time instead of the lives of loved ones or of strangers. This time she would pay for her mistake not in years of hiding or years of slavery but with a rather quick though very painful death. It was something she could accept. In a way after years of nothing but solitude and heartache it was a welcome relief. Now it was over. Now there was nothing else to fight for. She had lost everything a long time again. It had taken her years to figure it out but she had lost it all a very long time ago.