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Chapter 1: Peer Gynt and Other Fairy Tales
Dyson didn't want her to go back to Lauren's clinic to check on Bo. Of course he didn't; it was he who suggested Bo stay there with Lauren while she and he patrolled the streets in the aftermath of the ancient's surprise storm. Tamsin was fae, like him, and most certainly more of a threat to his potential future with the gorgeous brunette than the human doctor. In Tamsin's mind, she was now the odds on favorite in the game to win Bo's heart. Dyson had been maneuvering her away from the succubus all day. And now he was asking her to go out again, alone this time. He was warning her about Bo's promiscuous nature. As if I wasn't blatantly aware of it already. I do live with her she thought. I don't want to change her. She's perfect.
She was only worried about one paramour in particular and told him as much. Tamsin knew Lauren would surely never share Bo with her since Dyson was off limits to the succubus while the doctor dated her. The agreed upon sexual 'meal plan' was no former lovers, and the Valkyrie could understand why. She remembers Kenzi jokingly referring to the 'no wolf' rule, strings or no strings. She almost laughs, recalling the goth's accompanying 'air quotes,' eye roll and sour face until she notices the detective is moving with a purpose and breaks out of her reverie. "Hey, where are you going?" she asked as he headed for the door. "To see about a girl." he stated turning slightly looking back.
Tamsin stood there for a brief moment, still damp from the downpour outside and both hands on the towel draped over her shoulders, contemplating what to do next. Even though the wolf told her she smelled good wet, she was tired of the damp clothes chaffing her and wanted a shower. Dyson had asked her to clear the streets of any evidence of the ancient gods and Alicia's missing person flyers picturing her husband, but she wasn't a cop anymore; she no longer had an obligation to 'protect and serve.' And he wasn't really her partner anymore.
She was Bo's partner in her private investigation enterprise, at his request. She thought it strange at the time, but came to realize that Bo was lonely and deeply hurt by Kenzi leaving after she returned from Valhalla. The shifter could not stand to see his former and sometime lover suffering, so he made a ridiculously false assertion that she and the succubus made a good team to try to convince her to stay. But one does not simply replace Kenzi she thought remembering the Sean Bean meme Kenzi showed her on her (most likely stolen) iPod. It was hard for Tamsin to give up her independence and steady paycheck, yet she jumped at the chance to be more than a business partner and best friend to the succubus like the diminutive Russian. And she told herself she was more than that to Bo. Why should she take orders from Dyson? He was going after a girl. She shrugged her shoulders making up her mind. I'm going after my girl too.
Other than occasional wail of sirens and backup warnings of heavy equipment in the distance, the streets were quiet but dark as she made the long trek to the Evony's Ego Stroking Memorial Clinic or whatever the hell the former Morrigan named it. Lauren has some set of balls on her turning Evony human and getting her own clinic out of it instead of her own grave the Valkyrie thought. This unwanted epiphany segued into what Bo and Lauren might be up to after the power went out in the city given the good doctor's acknowledged boldness and cunning.
She quickened her pace, thankful there were few people out and about other than a few brave souls looting or salvaging their own property. Sprouting her wings and flying was not an option, given that it might attract unwanted and potentially fatal attention from the ancients. A vehicle would have come in handy, and not for the first time since she crashed her truck she wished she would have just gone back to working as a cop so she could afford to buy another one. Why doesn't Dyson want me back on the police force? He knows Bo works mostly pro bono and I have no income, no home of my own, not even my own vehicle. As a result I'm dependant on her good graces and hospitality. Isn't he worried I will rise above him in her affections? He obviously doesn't see me as a serious competitor. Come to think of it, Lauren didn't get rattled when I told her I was getting closer to Bo. Overhead, the storm clouds were clearing, but in the blonde's mind dark thoughts were beginning to build like metaphorical thunderheads. She was now damp from sweat as well as from the rain and briefly wondered if Dyson would still think she smelled good wet.
As the ominous, nagging, yet nameless feeling in the back her mind struggled to break to the forefront of her thoughts and command her full attention, and she broke a jog as she desperately tried to hold it off with rambling musings: Some tunes would be nice too, if only I had my truck and my Wilco CDs damn Dyson never gave that bootleg back to me- oh well I don't have anything to play it on anyway I should have got an MP3 player Kenzi had such a huge music library she did like some weird stuff though I sure miss the classics though not the Italian composers maybe like The Ring nah too depressing oh Bo has good taste in music... Bo. Surely Lauren was too busy with patients in the midst of all this chaos to 'play doctor' with the succubus. Surely. Bo loves me, I know she does. Lauren is living in a fairy tale if she thinks she can be in a relationship with a succubus.
A low, slow tune began in the background her flimsy self-imposed positive thoughts adding to the turmoil in Tamsin's brain, each phrase getting louder and faster with her footfalls as she almost literally heard the all too familiar Norwegian classical tune, a tune she could not get out of her head. Grieg's In the Hall of the Mountain King was the soundtrack of the Valkyrie's race to the clinic drowning out every thought other than faster. She was in an all-out sprint by the time it reached the crescendo and at the clinic's door when the last note faded away in her mind. Something was wrong. Something she hadn't expected. Death.
