Title: Blind Faith (1/?)

Author: FallenAngel-Shattered Wings

Fandom: Lost Girl

Pairing: Bo/Lauren

Rating: PG-13...ish

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. I am merely borrowing them for my own amusement. The plot, however, comes directly from the depths of the abyss called my mind.

Summary: Bo gets into some trouble that only Lauren can help her out of, but will she be able to trust her when yet another one of Lauren's secrets is revealed?

Author's Note: I'm not sure when I am going with this quite yet but I intend for it to have multiple chapters and I will try to update when I can but I have a very crazy life so, no guarantees. This is also my first Lost Girl fic and I hope I don't screw it up. Constructive criticism is welcome. [Set directly after Episode 8 "Vexed" so, everything with Dyson and La Shoshain never happened.]


Bo's P.O.V

The alleyway that I turned down was dark and very dirty, but it would have to do. I hurriedly ducked behind the large, rusted dumpster to the left and continued to press my hand to the deep knife wound in my abdomen. Blood soaked my shirt and pants. Though not all of it was mine, a fair amount was.

With my free hand I reached inside my leather jacket for my Blackberry. There was no way I would call Dyson after how much of an ass he has been as of late and Lauren, well, if I called Lauren it would be seen as a show of weakness on my part. So, I decided to go with Kenzi. Call me a coward but letting her decide seemed to be in my best interest right now. Incoherency is no excuse for stupid mistakes, after all.

The phone rang a couple times before she answered, "Talk to me Bo, how did the recon on Vex go? Did you get anything out of our informant?"

"Yeah, about that, we really need new connections with the Dark since our 'informant'" I sarcastically seethed, "brought some friends with him." I informed her, tasting blood on my tongue from my split lip as I released a pained sigh.

"How many? Are you okay?" came Kenzi's frantic reply.

"Oh, about four really big guys with knives. I'm cut up really bad and one of them decided to go all Vlad the Impaler on me before they ran. My guess is that The Morrigan or whoever they are working for wanted me kept alive." The pain in my tired limbs caused me to let out another shuddering gasp as I sagged against the wall behind me.

"Where are you? I'll be there as soon as I can. Do you want me to bring Wolf-man or Dr. Hot-pants with me?" Kenzi asked with as much humor as a person could when their best friend was off bleeding-out in some alleyway.

"I'm a couple blocks down from Vex's club and please, if you can manage it, I would prefer that you call neither."

"Fine." Kenzi sighed disappointedly, "I'll be there in five, but if you pass out, I get to call the shots and I'm calling one of them regardless of what your rambling ass says."

Feeling the inevitability of it all, I sighed and reluctantly agreed, " Alright, but only because if I die than your ass is dead too or you and Lauren get matching collars."

"And I thought I was harsh. I really don't see myself slaving away in a lab for the rest of my life so, no dying on me, Bo. You got that?" She asserted.

"Yeah, whatever. Just get here already." I replied before I ended the call and dropped my throbbing arm to my side heavily to return my phone to the inside pocket of my jacket. I know that hanging up on her and being bitchy was harsh, but I can play it off as being delirious from the pain.

With that thought, I did a physical inventory to fill my 'free time' until Kenzi got here. The most obvious had to be the gaping hole in my left side that was gushing blood allover my hand. The next would have to be the long cut running lengthwise down my left tricep. Lets not forget that pretty knife sticking out of my thigh in addition to all of the nicks and cuts that may as well have been caused by paper for all the damage that they did.

Okay, so maybe I lied to Kenzi but I didn't need her panicking. When I saw her walking towards me a few minutes later, I realized that it was pointless when she got her first real good look at me. Her face looked almost as panicked as when she first woke up on the couch after I rescued her. I gave her a weak smile and was about to crack a joke about her face but my eyes began to droop and my vision got blurry. I took a shaky step forward on my good leg and tried to fight off the tired feeling that came over me but I ended up falling forward and blacking out. The last think I saw was Kenzi pulling out her phone. Great, she's calling in reinforcements.


End Note: Okay, so it's a bit of a cliff hanger but I figured that I would at least post something since my original intention was for the first chapter to be a lot longer but I am only about half-way done with what was supposed to be 'chapter 1'.

I hope to update by next Monday but I'm not sure how long I'm going to make the next chapter.

R&R please and thank you. Let me know if it's worth continuing.