Scenario: Sometime in season 4 after Tamsin has left to find herself...

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to break into the Una Mens compound without a real plan when they took Kenzi, but when people threaten my best friend, logic tends to evaporate. My impulsivity has landed me in a drafty old tower, my waist, wrists, and ankles stinging under rusty yet surprisingly strong restraints. They didn't take long to locate and subdue me, and my power was useless against them. I didn't bother trying to take their chi, but my effort to charm their leader through touch resulted in a debilitating wave of pain that left me drained and defenceless. Hours later, my whole body still feels like an exposed nerve.

It's dark now, except for the moonlight pouring in through the barred window. I've been staring at the wall for hours, contemplating my options, when I hear the clunk of one of the window bars hitting the floor, followed by the others, one by one. I look over to see a shadow cross the wall –a winged silhouette. Craning my neck backward, I spot Tamsin out of the corner of my eye. It's only the second time I've seen her wings; they're truly stunning to behold.

Our eyes meet. "Shhhh..." the Valkyrie holds a finger to her lips. "Hold still."

Something is different about her. It's her aura. It's back to its old form, shining brightly as it did when the drunken detective slid into my bath to tell me I was perfect. I don't have time to consider the implications of this as the Valkyrie carefully melts the thick cuffs with her torch, careful not to burn me or place undue pressure on my leftover wounds. I am weak on my feet as she guides me to the window, whispering along the way. "I'm going to fly you over that hill where my truck is waiting for us. I need to you stay calm, I won't drop you." Her tone is gentle but she's confident again, like before.

Tamsin slowly wraps her arms around my waist. Her grip is firm but tender, she can tell I'm in a fragile state. Suddenly I hear a flap and we're in the air. I close my eyes tightly after a few seconds, unable to look down as the Una Mens compound shrinks beneath us. "It's okay, Bo. I've got you," the Valkyrie reassures me, sensing my unease. And she's right. I feel safe in her arms.

It isn't long before we're landing on the ground, next to a new black pickup. I shudder when our bodies part. The blonde looks me up and down, searching for injuries, "Not as bad as I feared, though there'll be no more adventures for you today." There it is; that edge I had almost forgotten about.

"But Kenzi-"

"Kenzi is fine, I pulled her from the compound two hours ago, before I heard the news that you'd gotten yourself strung up too. Trick hid her at the Dal." I pick up a softness in Tamsin's voice and realize that it's love, love for Kenzi that must have survived the return of her memory.

"Thank you," I sigh. I have a thousand questions but decide they can wait until we've put some more distance between ourselves and the Una Mens.

Back at home, I stare at Tamsin, unsure of what to expect from her. Her wings are hidden once more, though evidence of their emergence remains. There's a giant tear in the back of the Valkyrie's t-shirt; her swollen shoulder blades are gilded with blood. I finds myself tracing my finger up the left one, sending a mild wave of charm. The blonde is mildly stunned as she registers my touch. "Does it hurt?" I ask.

"It's not as bad as it looks," Tamsin shrugs, "doesn't take long to go back to normal."

"You're you again."

"Yes, the bitch has returned in all her glory," the Valkyrie jokes.

"Do you remember... the things that happened before?"

"Yes," Tamsin responds, her voice more serious, "I remember everything from my past life."

"I missed you." Perhaps it's the exhaustion, but I am feeling especially candid. "We shouldn't have split up at Taft's. All this stuff went down, and when I came back you were just a baby."

"I'm sorry, Bo," the Valkyrie confesses.

"It's not your fault you died."

"No, I mean I'm sorry for all the shit I did in my past life, with the Wanderer."

"It's in the past."

Tamsin looks mildly surprised to hear me brush everything off. She looks down at my wrists; the skin is still raw from the shackles. "You need to feed," she announces.

"It's not as bad as it looks."

"You look pale." She takes my hands in hers. "You're shaking."

"I'll find someone at the Dal," I tell her, "I don't want to feed from you."

"Why not? Is my chi not good enough?" Her tone is playfully sarcastic but I can tell she's hurt underneath.

"Your chi is incredible," I assure the Valkyrie, running a finger up her arm, "but this time around I don't want our first kiss to be for a feed."

She's speechless as she follows me out the door.