LOST WORLD

A/N: When I had the idea for this story, I was unaware of how season two was going to end, and what exactly was going to happen (so I just guest-imated wrongly at what I thought was going to happen). Since I first wrote this story as a script, with the intention of writing it as an episodic-like fic-taking place sometime after season two, I realized that it would not fit the current continuity of the show (my bad). So, for the purpose of this story, I separated what actually happened in the finale to what I thought was going to happen. Some of the show's plot points from season two are the same, which will be explained. Thanks, and bear with me. I also own nothing.

SYNOPSIS: Bo gets more than she bargains for after going against a Dark Fae that literally changes her whole world.

CHAPTER ONE

THE sun had barely risen on Tuesday morning, in the middle of fall, when Bo's cellphone began to vibrate erratically on her nightstand. There was a soft groan, a silent, 'Why me? Why now?' before any attempts were made to see who was messaging her at this ungodly hour.

It was a text message-scratch that-several text messages from Trick, needing to see her regarding an important issue. The messages were vague enough to warrant her own intrigue over what could possibly be so important that she missed her chance to finally sleep in. Thus Bo, unusually, found herself awake, dressed, brewing coffee, and collecting all her combat weapons, that were scattered around the kitchen, into a small duffel bag, at seven in the morning.

The familiar sound of feet being dragged across the floor caused Bo to look up from her bag, and over to Kenzi, who was making her way into the kitchen. Kenzi, by all means, was not a morning person. Her hair was in seven different directions, and to Bo, if she hadn't known any better, looked as if she were sleep walking.

"What are you doing up so early?" Came Kenzi's hoarse-morning voice as she made her way to the kitchen barstool.

"I got a message from Trick. Sounded important," Bo answered as she zipped the duffel bag closed. In hindsight, she probably didn't need all these weapons, or any weapons at all, but for her; it was better safe than sorry.

Kenzi, who was now seated, and resting her head on the palm of right hand, yawned while saying, albeit sarcastically, "Yeah, that doesn't sound vague at all."

"The messages were vague," Bo said making her way toward Kenzi. "All I know is that Trick wants to see me."

"When? Do you want me to come with you?"

Bo looked at her phone and cursed. "In half an hour." She looked back up at Kenzi, saying, "I appreciate the loyal sidekick in you, but you can sit this one out. I'm sure it's nothing serious."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Also, if it is something I can't handle on my own, I can always swing by. Besides, I am pretty sure you had a late night saving the world from Robot Hookers."

"Mock me all you want, Bo-Bo-cakes," Kenzi said, as Bo quickly kissed her on the head goodbye before heading toward the door. "But when they come, and they will, I will have the strategy and expertise to kill them all." She heard the door open, and quickly shouted, "You'll thank me!"

BO arrived at the Dal twenty minutes later, still not sure what exactly she was expecting. The whole ride over, she was thinking about why Trick wanted to talk to her, and she began to worry. It wasn't unusual to discuss 'business' in the Dal while patrons were enjoying a drink. If it was anything serious, Trick would always just go down to his lair and discuss the situation there so other patrons wouldn't have to worry unnecessarily. Her mind then wondered over to the notion that maybe this wasn't a business call, but a chance to spend time together-have breakfast, talk about their lives-as grandfather and granddaughter. However, as soon as that thought entered her mind, it was quickly gone. After defeating the Garuda, the two of them had been spending a lot of quality time together. Trick was very interested in hearing about her upbringing and her adopted parents, Sam and Mary Dennis, and Bo was just as eager to hear about Trick's life as a King, and about her late grandmother and mother, even though it was a tough subject for Trick.

She shook her head, erasing her mind of all the possible scenarios as to why Trick wanted to see her. She would let him explain. Regardless, she was prepared for breakfast or battle.

"Trick?" Bo called out as she rounded the corner and entered the main area of the now empty Dal. "I'm here." She saw him standing behind the bar, and as she approached him, she noticed they weren't entirely alone. Hale and Dyson were there as well.

"Thanks for coming," Trick said. His voice was serious, and it was at that moment that Bo realized this wasn't a social call.

"What happened?" Bo asked as she took a seat at the bar, Hale and Dyson following suit.

Hale put the file he was holding on the bar and slid it over to Bo, who opened it.

Bo read over the file. There were several incident reports of numerous people going crazy and killing themselves without any motive. In other reports, business owners have filed complaints that swear that they are being robbed and want a full-scale police investigation. There was also Hale's own personal notes that showed a correlation of business owners complaining that something was not right, and them going out of business when they shouldn't have.

As Bo closed the file Hale said, "We have a Fae problem."

"I figured," Bo said as she slid the file back to Hale. "There were too much suicides, and bad luck in general, to happen in a span of three months without there being suspicions."

"At first it didn't appear that way," Dyson added. "But families and businesses were insistent that foul play was involved."

"So Dyson and I began to look into it. For instance, all the families of loved ones who committed suicide, said that the person suddenly just lost touch with reality, that they began to act crazy and say and see things that weren't there."

"Do you know what Fae is involved?"

"By the looks of it, a Kitsune," Dyson answered.

"A what now?"

"Kitsune," Trick repeated. "Probably a Yako."

Bo stared blankly at the three men. She was still fairly new to this Fae thing.

Trick explained further, "They are shape-shifters that turn into foxes. Zenkos are generally described as good and benevolent. Yakos on the other hand are known for being tricksters, mischievous, and malevolent." Trick paused for a moment before continuing. "Not only do they possess the ability to shape-shift, and known to steal, but they also have magical powers, and can create illusions that are almost indistinguishable from reality."

"I guess that explains how people went crazy," Bo added before saying, "And I guess this Kitsune is dark Fae and you need me to stop it."

"The Dark Fae doesn't care unless it jeopardizes their chance of being found out by humans. It hasn't reached that point yet. However, the families are breathing down our necks for answers, which makes the police interested in finding out the cause." Dyson paused, and then added, "So has the Ash. He took notice."

"I understand. Does anyone know where an unaligned Succubus can find a Kitsune?"

Hale took a picture out of his pocket and placed it down. It was a picture of a very attractive female, about 5'2, with distinct orange hair, green eyes, and lanky body. "That's her."

Bo reached for the picture. Other than her being good looking, she didn't seem much of a fight.

Hale added, "I would suggest King Street or Front Street. She usually hangs around there looking for her next victim."

"I'll keep that in mind," Bo said as she got up from her chair. "I'll make sure she stops."

She was about to head toward the door when Trick stopped her. "Bo, she may not look like much, but I wouldn't underestimate her."

"I wasn't planning on it."

"Just...Just be careful."

As Bo walked to the exit she said, "Always am."

BO wasn't planning on spending her afternoon fox hunting (a term Kenzi coined after Bo had called her explaining where she would be and why), but the issue was serious enough for her to try and find a resolution to it, even if that meant driving around the city.

She parked her car somewhere in the Financial District, deciding it was probably better if she walked around. If this Kitsune was preying on people, she probably wasn't doing it from her car. As she walked, she began to notice all the 'Out of Business' signs that Hale had documented in his file. Whoever this Kitsune was, she was seriously getting around.

An hour passed, and Bo had still not found her target. For a fall day, it was still quite hot in the early afternoon, and she was beginning to feel tired and hungry, making her wish that it was a breakfast call. She was about to head into a random cafe, when out of the corner of her eye; she spotted a woman with distinct orange hair, across the street. She immediately took her hand off the door, apologizing, while pushing past the business honchos that had lined up behind her. She didn't even look when she darted across the street, and the sound of cars honking had alerted pedestrians of how crazy she must have looked.

'If only they knew,' Bo thought as she tried to catch up to the orange-haired woman, who seemed un-phased by the car horns. It struck her as odd, but she continued to follow her, and noticed the woman turned down an alley that was nestled between two restaurants. She tried to move as fast as she could, but there were numerous people on the sidewalk, making it nearly impossible to squeeze by.

By the time Bo had turned down the alley and made her way to the very end, she expected the woman to be long gone, however, she wasn't. In fact, she was standing there, almost as if she was waiting for Bo.

"About time," The orange-haired woman said.

Bo was taken aback by how calm and collected the woman appeared to be. She noticed she was dressed professionally, as if she was blending in with all the other business people in the District.

"I would have got here sooner if this place wasn't so damn busy," Bo answered back with confidence in her voice.

"I was wondering when I was going to meet the infamous unaligned succubus."

"You say that like being unaligned is a bad thing."

The woman took a step closer and smiled. "Oh honey. It is."

"Well, it works well for me," Bo answered back.

"Did The Ash send you? I swear, the Light Fae don't know how to have a good time."

"Driving innocent people crazy and robbing them of their livelihood is hardly a good time."

"To you," The Kitsune corrected as she looked into Bo's eyes. "Tell me, don't you wish you could be yourself?"

Bo had wished for a lot of things. To not be who she was, to have an easier uncomplicated life, to wonder what life would be like if she hadn't hurt the people she cared about. But this was her life, and she had to deal with it.

"I am myself," Bo reaffirmed.

"So I guess you have come here to stop me. Ask me to stop doing what I do? Bring me to the Morrigan?"

"We could do this the easy way or the hard way," Bo said.

The Kitsune smiled. "I prefer the hard way." Her eyes suddenly turned a bright gold, and Bo couldn't look away. But Bo was a fighter, and her will was strong.

"That won't work on me," Bo said, breaking away from her effect. The Kitsune seemed surprised as Bo approached her.

"You really are special, aren't you?" The Kitsune asked as Bo was in reach.

"You are coming with me." Bo was about to grab the Kitsune's arm.

"I don't think so."

Before Bo could react, the woman began to transform, and before she knew it, the woman had turned into a fox, and pounced, causing Bo to lose her footing and fall hard on the concrete ground which knocked her unconscious, as the Kitsune ran away.