A/N: Hey guys! Alright, in this story…BoLo come from their world to ours. How? Why? Etc. Guess you'll have to read to find out. This is set after The Dawning & yes, "The Break" has happened too. Everything up to "The Break" & then some in the show has happened as well. I don't expect this story to be long…maybe 10 chapters or less but, we'll see.

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Lauren's POV – The Dal – Almost Midnight

It has been weeks since I told Bo I wanted a "break". Since then, I've been avoiding any place that Bo and the gang frequent. But, tonight was an exception…I needed a drink or two which has become somewhat of a nightly habit for me lately and for some reason, something just compelled me to go to The Dal for my drinks tonight.

At least Bo wasn't here or anyone else from her circle. That's right; I said it, her circle, not our circle. I mean come on, let's be honest…in that group, even when I was her girlfriend I always seemed come last unless they needed my genius level intellect to save the day.

"Lauren, why don't you slow down." Great, I somehow forgot all about Trick owning The Dal. "I'm fine Trick, really…But, I need another shot and make it a double please."

Trick was hesitant and clearly concerned about my well-being. But, he reluctantly did as I asked and got me my order. "She misses you dearly, Lauren."

I chuckled sarcastically, "I'm sure she does…during her sex intermissions with Dyson or Ryan or whoever else she always seems to put above me…Screw it Trick, leave the whole bottle with me. I'm pulling a Kenzi tonight."

He flinched when I slammed the shot glass down on the bar top. "Lauren, I don't think this is a good idea. I'm cutting you off for your own well-"

"Trick, I've been a slave and a damn doormat for all of your kind for years now, including Bo. She's always so cold and unforgiving when I screw things up. But, if it's anyone else that fucks up, she easily forgives them! I mean why is that? Why do I always have to fight and claw my way back to her good side while everyone else practically gets a free pass when they fuck up! Oh and when she messes up, I never judge her or shut her out and I always forgive her with understanding. But, do I get the same treatment from her? No, I don't…I've treated all of you with kindness and respect and I don't ever get that same treatment from any of you in return. Even you Trick, you've chosen the fae over my well-being more than once and I know that'll likely never change. So, you know what? The very least you can do is leave the bottle of vodka with me and leave me alone for the rest of the night."

He opened his mouth to say something only to close it again. He was trying to find the right thing to say. But, he knew I was right about everything I said. So, after another moment of trying to find the right thing to say; he sighed in defeat, left the bottle of vodka with me and went to tend to the other side of the bar.

20 Minutes Later

"I like a woman who can hold their liquor…Rough night, Dr. Lewis?" I glanced over to the guy with the slight British accent that just took the seat next to mine.

"You could say that, and you are...?" I asked as I gave him a closer look. He's cute; late twenties to early thirties, at least 6 feet tall, dirty blonde hair, green eyes, clean cut, clean shave with a well built, tan body and pearly white teeth.

"I'm Grant, Grant Wishington at your service, Dr. Lewis." He gently took my right hand and kissed the back of the palm of my hand like charmers tend to do. I chuckled at his flattering approach towards me before I spoke.

"Look, I don't know what you know about me. But, men aren't my thing and if you're looking for medical advice, I'm off the clock and in no condition to help anyone right now with all this alcohol in my system. But if it's any consolation, if I were into men, then I'd definitely be interested in you."

Grant genuinely made me laugh when he put his hands over his chest where his heart is as if I actually broke his heart. "Oh Dr. Lewis, ya broke this poor bloody bloke's heart!" He was being entertainingly overdramatic just to make me laugh and it worked.

After my laughter subsided, he spoke again with his pearly white smile. "May I at least keep your poster on my bedroom wall? I promise; I won't kiss it at night…anymore, Scout's Honor."

I laughed again, I haven't laughed like this in awhile…It feels…nice. "Okay Grant, thanks for the laughs. But seriously…what do you want from me?"

The smile on his face and in his eyes dampened just slightly with sadness.

"The years have not been kind to you, Dr. Lewis. You've been alone, abused, underappreciated and taken for granted far too many times which has made you cynical and lately, even a tad bitter. But, after everything you've been through, who in their right mind could blame you? I meant what I said Dr. Lewis, I am at your service. I'm here because I know how you've been treated since you've found out about the Fae and it disgusts me to say the least. I couldn't just stand by anymore while you go through all this crap when you don't deserve any of it. If anything, you deserve to be worshipped like the goddess that you are. So, I'm here to help you."

I absorbed everything he just said and saw the utmost sincerity in his eyes. Still, I couldn't help but chuckle sarcastically. "Help me? Help me how?"

"In any way ya want or need, Lauren." He told me as he put his hand over mine and looked into my eyes deeply. I sighed as I glanced at our hands on the bar top.

"There's no way to help me, Grant." He gently squeezed my hand. "Aright then…how bout you do me one favor?"

I looked him in the eyes again. He seems sincere and gave me a few laughs. So, I'll at least see what he wants.

"Depends, what is it?" He flashed me a warm smile. "Just humor me by answering one questi-"

"I hope this question isn't to recruit me for something like Taft did because that didn't work out too well for him. He's dead now, you know."

Grant shook his head with laughter.

"No, no, I'm nothing like that mad man…by the way, great job turning that wanker into a Human-Cabbit hybrid. I wonder if dog boy Dyson thought Taft tasted good when he ate him…Anyway, my question was…if ya had one wish and one wish only…What would it be?...I want you to really think about your answer before you answer my question."

I furrowed my eyebrows at him in confusion. "Okay…But, why w-"

"Please, Dr. Lewis…like I said, just humor me. You refuse to believe help is available to you to make your life better, which really hurts by the way. So, the least you can do is humor me by answering my question…please?"

I sighed as I fiddled with my empty shot glass. It just occurred to me that I stopped drinking since Grant started talking to me…I suppose since he gave me a few laughs and got me to stop drowning myself in my sorrows then the least I could do is entertain his unusual question.

It took me a few minutes of thought. I thought about many different potential answers to his question. But, one desire kept popping up over and over again, relentlessly.

"Grant; if I had one wish…I'd wish to live in a world where the fae aren't real. I'd be in a world where I am free to do as I please."

Grant gave me a bright smile; absolutely delighted by my answer. "Dr. Lewis…your wish is my command." He clapped his hands together loudly and before I could question him, a bright blue portal opened up behind me and started to suck me in.

"LAUREN!" I heard Bo's voice and saw her running towards me to save me from the portal. But…it was too late, I was pulled in completely and next thing I knew; I was surrounded by swirls of blue and white.

Then, in an instant, I landed on my ass on a concrete floor…Just as I was about to get up, Bo was thrown out from the portal too. As soon as it threw her out, it closed.

"Bo, what did you do? Why did you come after me? God knows where we are…What were you thinking!?"

"I was thinking that you were being sucked into a portal and I was trying to save you!" She told me in a slightly angered tone as I helped her to her feet. We were both a little woozy from our little trip through the portal.

I knew my harsh tone towards her was the reason behind her anger. I knew she meant well and I shouldn't have snapped at her like that. She was only trying to save me after all.

"I'm sorry, Bo." She gave me a small smile once she saw the sincerity in my eyes and heard it in my voice. "It's okay, so…where do you think we are and who was that guy you were talking to?"

I didn't miss the jealousy in her voice as I looked around our surroundings. We were surrounded by racks and racks of clothing from top to bottom…in a warehouse? "I think we're in…a clothing warehouse…?"

Bo was about to say something when we heard someone yell, "CUT! GREAT JOB EVERYONE, THIS EPISODE IS A WRAP!"

We quickly ran over to the double doors to open them up just enough to peek at whatever was going on the other side of them. "Zoie, Anna…great job you two! Doccubus fans are going to love the scene we just did! Now, before you two can officially leave for the day, we need some photos of, "Bo, the succubus and Dr. Lauren Lewis, the genius human doctor…In love and together forever!" Ah, Doccubus…One word; epic!"

The girls just giggled at their director's enthusiasm. "Alright Steve, we're coming. I told you he was going to make us do a photo shoot after we were done, Anna." Anna laughed, "Yeah, yeah…how about we grab dinner after the shoot? My treat since you were right."

Zoie grinned as she drank her water. "You're on. Now come on, the faster we do the photo shoot, the faster we can eat, I'm starving."

Our doppelgangers walked away as they continued their happy conversation while Bo and I shut the doors in complete shook. "What…the…hell!" We exclaimed in unison as we slid down against the doors until our asses hit the floor while we're just utterly shocked and confused.

Where are we? What the hell is going on? We're clearly in an alternate universe. But, in this universe...are we…are we just characters in a TV show? Is our lives and those in our lives just a TV show in this universe?

...Ugh, I should have finished that bottle of vodka.