A/N: This is my first foray back into writing in quite a while, plus my first Lost Girl fic, so please go easy on me! Of course, all reviews and constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated, and I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it.

This is set after episode 1.01.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own absolutely nothing in relation to Lost Girl or it's characters. I am merely writing this for entertainment purposes and to amuse myself (and hopefully some others.) No animals, ouija boards, knick knacks, pecan ice-cream or kimonos were harmed in the making of this story. Oh, and the toothpaste is in the footlocker. FYI.

Chapter One

"Whew," Kenzi breathed while dramatically dabbing at her forehead with a sleeve. Her eyes narrowed into a squint as smoke continued to drift around her, though couldn't resist another peek at the cause of it – a murderous grey-skinned Fae whom they'd been trying to catch for days. "Dude got burned." She looked over to her best friend who was looking inexplicably forlorn in the face of their glorious victory. "Burned," she repeated a bit louder with an exaggerated tilt of her head in the direction of the smoking remains of the Fae in question. "Get it?" Still, she received nothing. Shaking her head, she shoved her hands into her pockets before shrugging. "Though if you are going to be a Fae who's only redeeming quality is that you can belch flammable gas … you've kinda gotta expect it, amirite?"

Bo continued to glare darkly at the ground, her jaw set and a hand placed firmly on her hip.

"Yo, Bo-Bo!" Kenzi reproved with a pout, reaching forward to snap her fingers in front of her friend's face. "You're killing me here. I'm a laughter whore and you are giving me major blueballs." Her eyes widened as Bo looked up at her with an apologetic expression. Kenzi sighed. "Dude, you left me hanging. What the hell?"

Bo blinked a couple of times as she forced her mind to focus on Kenzi. "Sorry, Kenz. I just … I …" She shrugged and planted a smile on her face. "It's nothing. What were you saying?"

Kenzi eyed Bo suspiciously. She knew her best friend well enough to know when something wasn't right and her spidey sense was definitely tingling. Abruptly her eyes widened and she furtively looked around the large, empty parking lot. "Oh shit," she muttered wearily before taking a few steps around the corpse and approaching Bo. "You didn't feed earlier?"

No longer surprised that Kenzi apparently possessed the gift of mind reading, Bo shook her head, having the decency to look relatively sheepish while under her roommate's dumbfounded gaze.

Kenzi rolled her eyes and then stared at her nails while adopting a bored tone. "Fine. Got a preference? Indian? Chinese? English? Thai? Mexican? Canadian?" Her eyes lifted to meet Bo's. "People, I mean. Not food."

Bo scowled. It happened rarely, but she was experiencing one of those times when she just wasn't in the mood for Kenzi humour. Of course she'd planned to feed before taking on the Fae they'd been tracking, it was only common sense, but their plans had gone awry and the fight that had ensued had been rather impromptu. Add to that the fact that the muscly bastard had managed to get a couple of good punches in before meeting his well-deserved demise, and Bo was very much paying for neglecting her needs. She felt weak, as though her body was in need of a long sleep, and yet the gnawing urge to feed, her survival instinct, was still wholly intact.

"What?" Kenzi asked as Bo continued to scrutinise her, immediately bringing a hand up to her hair and touching it tentatively, as if checking all was in order. It was only a moment later that realization dawned and indignation adorned her features. "Oh, you are so not sizing me up for food right now," she snapped, eyebrows raised as she noted the hunger clear in Bo's dark brown eyes. "Uh uh. This," she gestured wildly at herself, "is not on the menu. Besides, look at me. My chi level probably barely registers as a starter." Her eyebrows were now disappearing behind her bangs. "Remember, Bo? The K-Bomb is friend, not food."

Bo sighed heavily. "Size doesn't matter."

Kenzi snorted. "Maybe not to you."

The succubus looked unimpressed. Her hunger was only growing and at such a rate that it was in direct correlation with her decreasing morals. She looked around. Aside from a few parked cars and the now-deceased Fae, it was empty. Given that it was past midnight, that was hardly surprising. She turned to face Kenzi again, who was looking decidedly more unsettled as the seconds passed. Bo would've felt hurt if she hadn't had to drag her own primal needs away from notions of sucking the tiny Russian dry. It wasn't something she could deal with now, but she knew later she'd be burning from the shame of such thoughts. "Kenz," she said, attempting to look reassuring but unable to keep the strain from her face, "You need to go."

Any thought of comedic intervention deserted Kenzi as she heard the tension in Bo's voice, and concern filled her eyes. "I … I can't," she replied in alarm, their victory long forgotten. "I'm not going to leave you, Bo."

"Goddammit, Kenzi! This is not the time for heroics!" Bo retorted, her tone far sharper than she'd intended. Her best friend's face dropped and she could feel guilt prickle at her conscience. "Shit. I'm sorry," she continued, the sincerity evident. "Look, I'm a big girl, Kenz. There's a bar literally two minutes away." As if to prove her point, she began walking, waiting until Kenzi had caught up to speak again. "The best help you can be to me right now is if you go home. Get some sleep. God, I know I'm exhausted."

Kenzi could feel herself wavering – a day running around in five inch fabulous-looking heels now meant that a steaming hot bath was practically crying out her name – but her self-imposed responsibilities as BFF to a succubus meant that she remained resolute. "I can help," she reasoned. "And, you know, I can make sure you don't go so crazy that the next person who catches your eye ends up terminally succubusted."

Bo stopped and turned to stare at her roommate.

Kenzi pulled a reproachful face. "Too harsh?"

Bo closed her eyes for a second. "No. I deserve it." Another ravenous pang swept through her and she carried on walking. "Please, Kenzi," she tried again. "I need you to go. You're … distracting."

About to protest once more, Kenzi paused as she heard what Bo wasn't saying. Continuing to walk beside her friend, she supposed, not for the first time, that this was akin to Kenzi being absolutely starving and Bo being a big giant-ass hamburger following her around. "Aw, tits," she muttered despondently as they turned out of an alley and onto a quiet road. "I'm that giant-ass hamburger!"

Bo was barely paying attention, her mind elsewhere. Never was it more obvious that she wasn't human than when she was hungry and searching for prey. She was sure, if she ever had the chance to study herself in a mirror while in this frame of mind, it would be noticeable. Every muscle tensed, every sense heightened, even the way she held herself was different – more pronounced, more predatory. "What?" she asked Kenzi, aware that she'd spoken but having no idea what had been said.

"I'm the hamburger," she repeated glumly. "You know, like … if I were you, no … if you were me, and you were a ham- you know what? Forget it. Doesn't matter."

"Right."

Kenzi sighed and tugged at the hem of Bo's leather vest before waiting for her roomie to turn around. "Promise me you'll be safe," she requested, her voice unusually serious as she stared at her friend. "And careful." She was awarded with a nod and reciprocated in kind. "Text me, call me … whatever. You need me, you get hold of me, okay?"

Though the smile that pulled at Bo's lips was small, it was genuine, and she pulled Kenzi in for a hug before releasing her less than a second later and taking a hasty step back. "Maybe save the hug for later?"

Her best friend flashed a smile and smoothed down her jacket. "Might be for the best, yeah." With one last smirk and a quick 'Love ya,' Kenzi was gone, and Bo was left alone.

A handful of strangers walked past her, but she quickly deemed them all too risky. Though it was late and the road was relatively quiet, cars were still passing through with a frequency that caused Bo to stick to her original plan of skulking into the nearest bar. She had contemplated calling Dyson – after all, he had apparently given her some sort of chi booster before she'd had to partake in that ridiculous Fae initiation challenge … and his chi …

Bo shook her head as though to try and remove the thought. His chi might have tasted fifty shades of awesome but he'd still kidnapped her and behaved like an absolute asshat. Besides, getting involved with someone who was a) a cop, and b) what appeared to be somewhat close to the Ash was asking for trouble. He'd helped her out, sure, and she was glad she had contact with someone who could possibly get her out of a sticky mess or two in case of emergency, but she was quite convinced that the douche factor outweighed everything else when sizing him as potential.

Down the far end of the road, she could see the pub she'd been heading towards. Suddenly, any conflicting thoughts, dilemmas, emotions flickered into non-existence, only to be replaced with a delicious sense of anticipation intense enough to rival that of any lion about to descend upon their prey. Bowing her head against the wind, all resolutions of self-control were firmly off the table as a smirk settled upon her lips and she marched forward.