This is my first attempt at writing a fan fiction, and plan to write more but only if people don't think I suck as much as I do in the writing department. This story shouldn't have too much angst in it, but it can't just be all fluff either.
Pairings: Bo/Lauren
Characters: Bo D., Lauren L., Kenzi M.
Chapters: 1/?
Rating: M because seriously guys, its Doccubus.
All characters are from the show 'Lost Girl' which belongs to showcase, and I am just writing things for pure entertainment.
Chapter One:
I stumble around the hallway, looking for the damn key-hole. It's 3:30 in the morning and I just want to go to sleep, but Kenzi locked the door and my key isn't
working. "FUCK! KENZI LET ME IN!" I yell as I frantically bang on the door, to no avail. I sigh and head around back, hoping she didn't lock the window behind
the apartment complex. We lived on the first floor, so I could just reach the windowsill. I jiggle the frame, and the window moves. 'Thank god' I think to myself as I open the window fully and climb in.
"Kenzi, I'm back!" I yell, waiting for a response. I don't hear one, but I'm too drunk to look around for her and I figureshe's just out and will be back tomorrow. It's really dark in our apartment, so I stumble around until I find the couch. I take of my pants, and then my shirt. The last thing I remember before I pass out is thinking, 'where did we get this nice afghan?'
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I stir at the sound of the door unlocking. Someone walks in and starts to make noise. "Kenzi I'm trying to sleep here!" I yell. The noise stops abruptly and I hear a gasp. An unfamiliar gasp. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" I hear an unfamiliar voice yell at me. I jump up, startled, to find the most beautiful blonde I have ever seen standing in the kitchen in dark purple scrubs holding a bag of something, smells like bagels.
"Um, who are you and why are you in my apartment and where is my roommate Kenzi?" I ask. I'm a bit too calm, considering I'm half naked. She looks kind of terrified by my presence, and I hope she isn't, because she is so hot and I don't want to scare her off. She just stares at me, open mouthed and confused. She finally speaks, and is a bit calmer. "I'm pretty sure this isn't your apartment and how did you manage to get in here in the first place? And why are you half naked on my couch?"
she looks less scared, and she takes a moment to look at me head to toe. I hope she likes what she sees. "Miss, I'm pretty sure this IS my apartment, I've lived here for two years, with my roommate Kenzi, who apparently changed the locks last night, considering my key didn't work. So I had to climb in through the window. Now how did you get in here?"
she looks at me with…amusement? "Miss, if this is your apartment, then why is all of your stuff in boxes?" I suddenly register the appearance of the apartment. I look around, at all of the new furniture and the boxes stacked around the room. Oh my god this really isn't my apartment! Shit, shit, shit, "SHIT! I am so sorry, I was super drunk last night, and my roommate wouldn't open the door, and we have been the only people on the first floor for a year now, so I just assumed this was my apartment. I am so sorry; you must think I'm crazy!"
She looks at me and laughs, "I'm just glad you're not a serial rapist or something lurking in my apartment! When I heard you speak, I almost dropped my breakfast and ran out the door!" oh great. This beautiful woman must think I'm so weird. I'm practically watching my chances with her fly out the window. Speaking of which "I should probably leave now, huh?"
she laughs and says, "I actually have extra bagels here if you, uh, want to join me for breakfast. You should probably put your clothes on though!" she laughs, albeit a bit nervously. Is she seriously asking me to join her for breakfast? Maybe I might have a chance with her after all, at least a shot at friendship. "Uh, sure, I could use the carbs right about now! I have a killer headache that's just starting to set in. no more drinking for me."
I grab my clothes and start to put them on, when I realize she hasn't moved or said anything in like two minutes. I look over at her to find her staring at me, she blushes when she realizes she's been caught. "Like what you see?" I ask, teasingly. "Oh! I'm sorry it's just… my god your beautiful! Oh wow that was so inappropriate wasn't it? I'm sorry!" I laugh as she rambles on.
"It's ok; I tend to have that effect on people... What was your name again?" I ask mid-sentence, not recalling her name. "Oh I don't think I mentioned it but my name is Lauren. Lauren Lewis. And yours is?" I finish getting dressed and shake her outstretched hand "Bo. Bo Dennis." "Nice to meet you Bo. Is that short for something? I don't mean to be rude it's just I've never heard of anyone with the name Bo before. Oh and I have something for pain if you'd like. Hangovers can be terrible sometimes."
She laughs nervously. I let go of her hand, when I notice I'm still holding it for longer than is appropriate when greeting someone. "Oh that would be great! And no it isn't rude at all to ask. My full name is Ysabeau, but it reminds me of my grandmother so I go by Bo instead." She looks a little disappointed that I let her hand go, and motions for me to sit down at the table.
She turns and starts digging around, I presume, for pain meds. "Oh, did something happen to her? I'm sorry, that's a personal question and you don't have to answer if you don't want to." She turns around then, handing me my bagel and some ibuprofen. I smile as I take them, and our hands meet over the table. It feels like a spark runs through my whole arm and I jerk back abruptly. She blushes as she looks down at her bagel. I think back to her question, surprised at how comfortable I feel about answering her.
I don't usually open up to strangers, especially about stuff like this, but with Lauren, it feels like I've known her for years, and I don't hesitate to answer. "Yeah, it is a personal question, but something about you makes me feel ok to tell you. When I was eight years old, my grandmother passed away. She was more of a mother to me than my own, and I stayed with her most nights. She had a heart attack in the middle of the night, and I found her in the morning." I look down, because I don't want to see the pity that will no doubt be in her eyes.
"Oh Bo, I'm so sorry that happened to you." The tone in her voice surprised me. I heard compassion and sadness, but no pity. I looked up and our eyes met. I could tell she wanted to ask about my mother, but she held off, which I appreciated. I held her gaze with my own for a minute or two, but eventually looked down at my bagel and started to eat. We sat in silence eating our bagels, until she spoke. "So Bo, what do you do for a living?"
she looked up to catch my glance, and I was suddenly lost in her hazel eyes. How had I not noticed her beautiful eyes before? They're so expressive, and I feel like I'm looking into her, and I never want to look away. It took me a few minutes to realize she asked me a question. "Um, sorry, what did you say?" she looked amused and also slightly startled at what had happened. "I asked, 'what do you do for a living?'"
I blushed and looked down, so I could focus on my answer. "Well, it's a bit complicated. You see, I'm not technically employed if you look at it from an 'I applied and was interviewed and am on a payroll' type of view. My friend, and roommate, Kenzi and I run an unofficial P.I. type deal. She looks for people who need our help, we try our best to help them, and at the end, they pay us whatever they can afford. Since I was little, I've always wanted to help people, and now I do exactly that whenever someone needs it."
She looked a bit shocked at my answer, and at first, I wanted to kick myself for being so compassionate about something that's not even a real job. I look up to meet her gaze, and she looks fascinated by my answer. "Bo, that is so amazing that you do what you've wanted to do since you were little, every day. Not many people find their dream job, and to be so brave and outgoing and selfless that, not only do you work for people who need you, but you do it to help them rather than for money. That is just… wow. You make being a doctor sound as corrupt as being a politician!"
I look at her, shocked. She actually gets it. She gets why I do what I do. "You know, Lauren, you're the first person I've explained my job to that actually gets why I do it. And I'm sure you being a doctor is way better than being a politician!" I laugh. She blushes and says "you know, I actually became a doctor for the same reason you became a P.I. I've always wanted to help people, and I've always been fascinated by medicine and science in general, so I decide to combine the two and become a doctor. I've never met someone who is as passionate about helping people as I am."
she blushes and breaks eye contact with me. We continued to talk about trivial stuff, and I find myself amazed at how easy this was. We had been done eating for a while now, just sitting beside one another talking. I felt like I'd known this woman for years, not minutes. I want to know everything there is to know about Dr. Lauren Lewis, and I want to tell her all about myself. She is the first person besides Kenzi who makes me want that. I get lost in my speculation, and realize the talking has stopped and she is just sitting there staring at me.
I meet her gaze, and I see something in her look that has my stomach doing flips. She looks down at my lips, and then back up to my eyes. She starts to lean in, and in that moment I have two options: kiss her, and possibly mess things up between us forever, or not kiss her, and possibly mess things up between us forever. I decide to go with the former, because it's better to have tried and failed than to have never tired at all. I start to lean in, when I hear a loud bang next door, followed by loud swearing in Russian. I recognize the voice easily, since I've heard it for years now.
Lauren jumps at the noise and pulls away, looking down and blushing. I look at her, and I don't know whether or not to be sad, or relieved that we didn't kiss. She looks up and says "I, uh, well… I –" I cut her off "Lauren its ok. I'm gIad I got to meet you, but my roommate is going to destroy the apartment if I don't get over there. I hope we can hang out sometime soon, and I look forward to getting to know you."
I smile at her as I get up off the stool. She gets up as well and walks me to the door, all while beet red and eyes locked on her feet. Just as I'm about to walk out the door she looks up and locks eyes with me. We stay like that for who knows how long until she speaks up "I'm very glad you snuck into my apartment last night and we got the chance to meet. I hope to see you again soon, Bo." She smiles and I walk out. Closing the door behind me, I prepare myself for the wrath that will be Kenzi. As I open my door, I can't seem to wipe the smile still plastered to my face.
A/N: alright guys, that's it for now. I have a few ideas about where to head with this, but I'd really appreciate it if you'd let me know what you thought, so I can see if anyone even likes it. It was just an idea I had running around in my head, and had to get it down on paper. So let me know if you'd like to read more, and if not ill just leave it as a one shot. ~Liz~
