Okay, so this is my take on Lostgirl. I do not own any of these characters or the show, but I do intend to do them justice. This is my all human take on Bo and Lauren relationship. I hope all those who read my story will enjoy my story as I enjoy writing it. This is my first story on Lostgirl as I have written a previous fanfic on this site. You can also check out my other story which is on-going. All feedback is much appreciated as I always enjoying reading what others think. Good or bad feedback is welcome as I am not a professional writer. So enjoy the read, and drop me a line or two. Thanks. Just a note, I have now changed Lauren's gf to Nadia, not tamsin when I first posted this story.

Twice In A Lifetime

Chapter One

(Present Time)

But this wasn't a play, or a movie. Time was frozen and her life felt like an empty shell, as she looked at the chaos around her. Her eyes focused too painful to concede what she knew to be true, all the while looking down at her body. This can't be happening. Am I really just a fragment like blowing sand? Have I come to pass in this cruel game we call life? Then all the pain permeated her body, a pain never felt before as she griped onto reality from what seemed like a dream within a dream. Somewhere in the middle of time like a stillness of now and then, were broken pieces of her life. And as she turned her head, looking for the source of light she grimaced. What is it? Why does the air feel heavy with the scent of death? Why does it feel cold and empty? She stretched her arms in front of her trying to find support before falling back into her reverie stance, ready to resume her purpose. The echo of something ending calls to her, reflecting past lives. The bitter cold breeze permeated her skin. Reality settled in again as she faintly hears her name being called out, repeatedly.

Bo, Bo, Bo!

Bo Dennis moaned, her hands tightening his wilting skin, pale and weary as if some grandiose figure held her together like broken glass. Bo's voice was granular as she whispered incoherent words. She didn't understand what was happening or if the arms that held her together was a sympathetic soul. No words spoken, poised his presence articulated a beauty, speaking coolly to her soul, consoling her. Bo passed through in and out of consciousness, as she struggled to fit the broken pieces of her life. The figured shushed her, his brows stiffened together showing signs of apprehension. He gently lifted Bo's body with his strong hands. Her head plunged in his chest, her life scarcely holding still. She could feel her soul exiting her body with every agonising breath. Her soul flickering away, the air static, a deafening silence one could conceive. Hold on Bo; hold on just a little longer, a heartfelt voice replied in her head. Bo's eyes sluggishly opened, surprised to find her clothes have been frayed apart, stained with blood. An air mask, desperately trying to pump life back into the fragility of her so-called life, covered her face. She takes in her surrounding and gasp when she noticed that she is hooked to a large machine by dozen wires. Bo is lost in her thoughts as she tried to remember how she got here. Then she felt a sharp pain on her left arm where the nurse had hooked her to a serum bag and other devices. She blankly stared at the white hospital ceiling. How did she get here? Was she going to die? Bo felt the cruelty of life tugging at her inner core and wondered if there is a Heaven? The sands of the hourglass unyielding. The air is static once more. Then memories rushed to meet her and her heart felt heavy as she thought about the people in her life. There were still so much she had not done yet she instinctively knew that she was fighting her biggest challenge: breathing.

As Bo's eyes scanned the room she noticed a figure sitting on a blue plastic chair dressed in black. He appeared to be staring straight at her yet she could not see his face clearly. It was as if he was transparent. He titled his head slightly, his arms crossed over his crest. At once he glanced at Bo, yet his eyes seemed closed. There was something odd about him she thought to herself. Bo tried to call out to him, but was having difficulty with her speech, and the air mask didn't help. She let herself sink into the painful reality of her situation. Is this a dream? Who is this man in black that sits in silence? How did I get here? Why am I here? Again Bo turned to the man dressed in black, his head still tilted, is unlike anyone she knew. If this were a loved one, they would surely be bent over waiting for her to awake, with tear strained eyes. Would they not in quiet desperation, pray to the heavens for a miracle? Yet, nothing familiar stroke a cord in her. The figure doesn't even bother to check her pulse. If he's not a doctor, then whom does he watch over? She closed her eyes, falling into obscurity. She tried to clamp onto life, then remembered that life really wasn't much worth living. The harsh predicaments, the painful memories; it was easier to just let go. Everyone knows the value of dying. No shame. There is no need to hide it anymore.

Then Bo heard the machine start to beep faster, then slower, the beats further apart and slower each time. Bo's lifeline stretching, her eyes still watching the figure in black with curiosity, slowly loosing vitality, her pliable smile growing faint.

Slipping from life... slowly slipping from life... fragile consequences…mortal...thoughts…people standing around, furtively trying to string together her fragile state. Doctors, nurses, cower over her franticly, trying to bring life back into the ghastly pale colour of her face. Bo doesn't see them. The only figure that isn't elusive to her is the man dressed in black. He gets up from his chair and walks with slow deliberate movements towards Bo, who is barely conscious, then releases the strings from her mask, removing it from her face. She objected feebly, as he ignored her pleas and continued. Bo moaned excruciatingly, the pain unbearable, but he just looked at her, a ghost faint smile. She looked deep into his eyes, at his unusual features. His skin had an almost transparent look to it. He was barely visible to her as she struggled to breathe in air. The free falling tears that stained her face, like hot coal burning, blurred her vision. He lowered his head towards Bo, one hand holding her face, the other resting on her heart. The figure murmured words that barley reached her comprehension as the pain dulled her senses. Bo wanted desperately to scream but felt the words die in her throat. Why doesn't anyone stop him? Why can't they see what he's doing? Bo spoke in silence.

"I'm sorry dear but someone's waiting for you." His voice whispered quietly then stillness.

Bo grimaced weakly squeezing his hand on her chest. "Are you a Father of the Lord?" She whispered each word like slicing pain throughout her body. He held her gaze for a long while. Then he felt the inevitable. Bo eyes widened as she gulped for air, her body convulsing. "Am I going to die, Father? Are you here to pray for my soul?" Her weak voice pleaded. Then it all became clear like a bulb flashing, a thousand images coming through like radio wires. The figure in black wasn't there to read her prayers, to amend for her past sins. He was there to take her from the living.

And then darkness, at first, but then a bright light shone brightly, as Bo adjusted her eyes to a tall figure in the distance. Frightened to move, she saw a white silhouette approaching. She could not tell if this was a dream or reality. As the figure approached slowly, she could see billowing whites of clouds. It didn't hit her right away, but just as she blinked her eyes for a moment she was engulfed by a wonderful image. A beautiful creature with long dove, wings. Was this an Angel? Was she in the afterlife? Bo blinked again. Maybe she was imagining it. Maybe the drugs were having an ecliptic effect on her. No, it wasn't possible. I died, didn't I, she pondered?

"Hello, Ysabeau." A temperate voice spoke. A genial smile hid behind transparent eyes. Or so she imagined. But then she imagined she was imagining a lot of things at the moment. At first silence as if her voice had given away, then a squeak. She couldn't speak. "I imagine you're wondering where you are at this moment?" The benign voice said his words full of conviction and pride. Bo nodded her head in agreement, still unable to speak. "It's okay Ysabeau," he said, gently putting his hand on her shoulders. "It usually takes a few minutes before most people can regain their voice and overcome the shock.

"I…er," Bo attempted to speak, but her words were broken. She felt frustrated. So many questions she wanted to ask. She didn't understand what was happening, but she instinctively knew that wherever she was, it wasn't Earth, as she knew it. It was a far more peaceful place. She could not explain the feeling that she felt inside. She was at peace. She felt the spiritual universal as if it surrounded her.

"My name is Uriel and I'm an Archangel." Bo continued staring blankly at this being. She wasn't quite sure if she heard correctly. Did he just say that he was an Archangel? "Your life on Earth came to a passing, and now you're what we call a ghost, stuck between past and present, but you haven't crossed over towards the light. Once you've crossed over, there is no returning to the existence you once knew. Of course, some never do and are forever damn to the depth of darkness, where their souls mourn as they have done to others."

Finally Bo could feel her lungs begin to inhale and her voice slow to a whisper. "What do you mean you're an Archangel?" Bo's cracked voice spoke. Depth of darkness was beginning to sound weird to her. "You mean I'm not really dead? Is this a twisted joke someone is playing on me?" Bo's voice was weak and barely audible.

"Ysabeau," he said softly. "I need you to listen to me, okay. Can you do that?" Bo nodded her head. She didn't want to piss off an Angel. Maybe she was to become an angel herself. She likened to the thought of having wings. "Good," he said smiling. "As I mentioned before, I'm an Archangel. I've been sent here by the God to bring you to the High Counsel. I am to guide you on your next journey."

"What do you mean to guide me? Guide me from what? What journey?" Bo said in puzzlement. She had no understanding of what the angel was saying. She still couldn't believe that she was dead.

"Ysabeau, you have unfinished business back on Earth. I'm you're guardian angel you could say." Bo was gob-smacked. Now she really must be dreaming. This can't possibly be happening. She was sure she was going to wake up any minute now. This had to be a terrible dream. "I know this must sound eccentric to you Ysabeau," Uriel said, smiling. "But I can assure you this is no joke. I'm to bring you back to face the High Counsel. They are to determine if you're worthy of returning back to Earth to serve your mission."

"But if I'm already dead, then why would I want to go back there?" Bo quipped. "And can you please called me Bo."

"Okay, come, Bo," Uriel said, extending his hand out. "Follow me, everything will become clear soon." Bo wasn't quite sure what to do, but if she was really dead and the figure before her a real angel then she could bargain with him. Did the dead have a choice she wondered? It was a silly thought, yet Bo didn't have much of the way of comfort. What journey lay ahead? She knew that she would have to face the so-called High Counsel that Uriel mentioned, which, by Bo's forethought, seemed like something out of a movie.

(Flashback)

"No...Lachlan, I mentioned before...I still need to run ballistics testing," Bo spat into her mobile. Bo Dennis was a Forensic Science Technician and also taught a class at Kaplan University. "Now listen here you swine, until I do those tests I cannot deduce specific facts, or eliminate certain possibilities. What part of that do you not comprehend?" Bo shifted impatiently. "Do I need a sodding excuse for my behaviour?" She exclaimed.

"Can you explain to me why a sodding git like you managed to become a Detective Constable, when you clearly have no clue how to do your job properly? You want to rush judgement, procure hard evidence, and ignore common sense so you can get on with your liquor flashbacks." She slammed her fist.

"Red or White," Lauren asked her, waving the bottles in the air.

"Whatever," Bo told her. Still seething from her ranting.

Lauren Lewis shrugged and began to pour the Pinot Noir into the glass. "No not you, Gizmo! Little dogs don't drink wine. It'll go straight to your head." She said with a stern look to Gizmo, a Bichon Frise, as the poor dog sulked.

"I know how to do my job Lachlan, but what I don't need is your arse in my face. You'll have my report when I've completed all testing. It's my bloody day off, for Christ's sake." She slapped the mobile shut.

"Brilliant," she moaned, grabbing the glass with one swift movement from the table and taking a large gulp. "It's a bit warm. You should have chilled it longer!"

"What crow is eating your insides babe?" Lauren said, a bit put off by Bo's impatience. Bo grabbed a handful of chips and shoved it inside her mouth. She then started chewing like an insolent buffoon, making silly gestures at Lauren do did not look amused. "You're behaviour is disgusting. Besides...that's not an English or Ladylike thing to do." Lauren quipped angrily at Bo.

"But it is a Bo Dennis thing to do." She looked over at Lauren, her face straight laced. "Do you still have in your cellar, what do you call it…the one I had last week? I always forget the name."

Lauren shook her head. "Do you mean Mourvedre by chance?"

Bo grinned. Lauren knew her all too well. "Yeah, do you mind babe if you run down and fetch me a bottle?"

"Well," Lauren said all snotty. "You don't ask for much do you, Queen of Nastiness."

"Bite your tongue," Bo quipped. "I thought you liked my crudeness."

Lauren came back and handed Bo the wine bottle. "Thanks babe."

"You're welcomed," Lauren said mockingly. "You could be a little nicer with your words, Bo. I know you are under a lot of stress but you don't have to project your negative feelings onto me."

"I can't be nice all the time. And besides babe, you said it brings out the colour in me." Bo smiled.

Lauren rolled her eyes. "Ysabeau Dennis. Is that how you defend yourself."

"Well, as Meat Loaf would sing, 'two out of three ain't bad.'" Bo said, feeling silly.

"You have such a way with words love. I don't know how I've managed to stay friends with you this long. I reckon I'm due for some kind of achievement award." Lauren was not at all amused by Bo's crude remarks.

Bo laughed crudely. "Would that be achievement for bravery? Bo Dennis saved from the despair of madness after given a new lease on life from extraordinary best friend Lauren Lewis."

"Sod you!" Lauren sneered. "Maybe you wouldn't say that if you shagged once a while."

"Yes, like shagging would solve all my problems. I'm sure tomorrow I'll read in the morning headlines: 'Just in: Shagging gives artificial respiration to the dead. Millions awaken from deadlock. A miracle: woman awakens after twenty years in a coma after experiencing the new millennium shagging experiment."

Lauren glared at Bo. She was not amused. After all, she only had good intentions. She wanted Bo to be happy. Settle down and find someone to share her passion. Bo wasn't a young twenty-something rebel. She was thirty-two and counting. To her students, she was ancient.

"Listen Lauren, I was out of order." She said, giving her best feign innocent expression. "Do you forgive me?"

Lauren always found it hard to stay mad at Bo, even when Bo would go too far. In truth, she loved Bo deeply and she knew Bo loved her back. Of course, Lauren wasn't under any illusions. Her love for Bo grew deeper than your average best friend. And even though she knew Bo's love for her was purely innocent and friendly, as you would love someone who was a part of you, she couldn't help develop stronger feelings, attachment towards her. Of course Lauren would never dare speak her true feelings to Bo. She didn't want to stir awkward tension in their precious relationship. So she hid her feelings in the deep caverns of her heart. She hoped that eventually it would fade away, of course it never did. Still, having Bo in her life was important. She wasn't without companionship or complaint. She was dating Nadia who Bo had introduced her to. Nadia was a Forensic Botany in her department and a photographer. She was also a friend to Bo whom she respected. Still, being with Nadia was nice, even though she didn't pull her heartstrings like Bo did. Then Bo's comments came back to life: 'two out of three ain't bad' she thought. Lauren Lewis smiled.