Once Upon a Lost Girl

AN: Please read and review. I do not know if anyone will like this story or not so let me know if I should keep writing it or moved on. I have a good plot mapped out but if people do not like it, I am not even going to bother finishing this story.

Prologue

Tamsin pulled her truck over to the side of the road. She was no hero, saving and helping people was Bo's thing. Her short time with the sunshine gang must have changed her. She would never have stop to help anyone before. Taking a deep breath, she got out of her truck. It was an unusually cold night. Tamsin Pushed her hands in the pockets of her blue jacket, and slowly approached the woman on the bridge. The brunette looked up and tried to hide a smile. As Tamsin approached, the smile quickly faded into nothing but a blank stare. The brunette was stunning, and there was something regal about her. She was well dressed in a tailor suit. Her dark eyes and hair reminded Tamsin of the person who changed her life. She may have looked like Bo, but the brunette had a jaded darkness, anyone could see. The woman had an edge that Tamsin knew all too well.

"It's kind of cold for a swim, don't you think?" Tamsin placed both hands on the bridge and tried her best to gauge the other woman's response. Dark emotionless eyes looked up at her for a moment, and then the woman turned to walk away.

"Do you need a ride or something?" Tamsin followed closely behind pulling out her badge. "Look I am a cop and it's cold and late. Let me help you." Rambling, Tamsin felt like an idiot. Dyson did this, saving stupid humans from themselves.

"I don't require any assistance officer." The brunette stated curtly and then flashed a fake smile, dark eyes shifting from emotionless to angry in moments and then nothing. The brunette could have a whole conversation with someone and never say a word. That much was obvious; the woman's chocolate eyes spoke volumes. Tamsin noticed the scar on the woman's lip for the first time, it was clear she had more than just the one above her mouth. The brunette tried her best to hind lonely eyes behind angry ones. Tamsin knew those eyes all too well. Tamsin had done her fair share of hiding loneliness.

"It's cold here." Tamsin took off her jacket and handed it to the other woman, who looked down at it in disgust? "Not a fan of leather?" Tamsin said with a raised eyebrow and a harsher tone than before.

"I find it tacky and the people who wear it usually lack any form of class." The brunette turned her nose up and crossed her arms over her chest. Something shifted inside the blonde. Who was she kidding; the last thing she was going to do is stand around in the cold and be insulted by some lowly human.

"You know what, fuck you. You are a bitch. Die on this fucking bridge, I could care less." Tamsin threw her coat of her over shoulder and stormed back to her truck. She was a fool, she was no…

"Some hero you make."

"No one has ever accused me of that before, and after you I don't think they ever will again." Tamsin said turning back around.

"Good if it's one thing I can't stand, it's a hero in leather," The brunette smiled and followed behind the blonde.

"Get in." Tamsin open her truck door, knowing she would regret it later.

They drove in silence for a while until the brunette finally spoke. "I wasn't trying to kill myself; I know that's why you stopped. My Mercedes broke down a few miles back so I thought I could walk to the nearest gas station and I got lost."

"There wasn't anyone you could call?"

The brunette turned her head and looked out the window. Taking a breath, "No," in a tone that said don't ask I don't want to talk about it. Tamsin knew the tone she had used it herself, more than once. She also knew what it was like to only have yourself to rely on. She had lived for a very long time alone. What had Bo done to her? Now on top of everything she was starting to feel compassion for someone who was a bigger bitch then herself.

"Where are you staying?"

"I am not from around here."

"Where are you from?"

"Maine."

"You are a long way from home."

"Maine isn't my home it's just where I am from, but you are correct I am a very long way from my home."

"Where are you heading."

"None of your business."

"I am driving so you might want to give me an idea where we are going."

"Fair enough, just drop me off at the next gas station."

"How about we go get a beer and talk about it?"

"There is nothing to talk about it."

"You were sitting on the edge of a bridge, and any leather clad idiot could tell you were planning on jumping."

"We can get a beer but I don't want to discuss anything."

"Fine," Tamsin could not even believe she was having this conversation. Saving people and trying to get to know someone who might be, even more fucked up then herself. Bo and Dyson would be so proud.

"You have a name?"

"Yes."

"Mind telling me what it is?"

"Yes."

"Ok, we can play this pointless game all night or you can chill the fuck out, your choice."

"You don't have to be so vulgar, it's really unbecoming."