This is something I wrote for how I think Bo will feel soon based on the events of 2x07 of Lost Girl.

My friends are looking at me like they're waiting for me to explode.

Kenzi, she's the most forward, but I guess I should expect that from her. Always raising her eyebrows, and making snide remarks about Dyson and Lauren. Which actually doesn't annoy me, because I know that's her way of making me feel better.

And it works for a minute or two, but then my mind wanders.

Anyway. Back to weirdness between my friends and I- Trick pulled me aside and told me that it's okay if I wanted to take a break from the job.

Which pissed me the hell off.

But he meant well too, so my conscience is having a hard time staying angry with him, and the rest of them.

Hale has used his whistling to distinguish several of my headaches, even after I've said I'm fine.

Dyson has even offered his furry shoulder to lean on, which was incredibly uncomfortable; considering his girl friend was in the room.

But I can't be upset with him either; because it's obvious he cares about me.

And taking out my emotions on my friends won't solve anything.

Nothing.

Nada.

Nadia.

My thoughts instinctively flew back to the beautiful woman captive in the glass cocoon.

Then, like a nightmare, Lauren's smile crept a way in to my conscious thoughts, and added to the pressure in my chest.

She has the most beautiful smile.

"You're spacing out, Laika." Kenzi's usually sure voice was hinted with concern.

"Who's Laika?" I played off my previous "space out" with a laugh.

She didn't buy it, but pretended to not notice.

"Only the most awesome dog ever." Kenzi rolled her eyes, and looked away from me. I was just about to ask what Laika the dog had to do with my spacing out, but Kenzi tentatively continued in a soft tone; "Anyway, the one who must not be named called earlier."

"Dyson?" I asked hopeful, not because I was expecting his call, or even wanted another furry offer, but because the other option was too risky to get hopeful about.

Off limits.

"No. Rhymes with Whorin'," Kenzi paused and lowered her voice, "pizdoon suka."

I actually laughed at the look on her face, and then prepared my self for a conversation involving the one person who hadn't been sensitive with me in my predicament, "Booty call?" My light voice sounded forced, even to me, because although I tried to hide the dread, it seeped through anyway. "

"Whoa, pinch me if you didn't just use cynicism."

I smiled apologetically at my best friend.

"Dude, I think I just got my best friend back." Her smile actually got me to smile, the second time in the past three minutes. Record?

"Shut up, and tell me what she said." I replied rolling my eyes, and slapping her legs off the coffee table.

"She left some stuff here, and the Ash-hole is letting her come over, escorted and all," I dropped my eyes, oh, "So, I was wondering, do you want to watch the Notebook and the Titanic over some totally awesomely unhealthy snacks tonight?"

"That sounds lovely, Kenz," I gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Get the late night icecream with the potato chips and chocolate crunches!"

"Yeah, yeah, if you're lucky." And with that Kenzi was gone.

Leaving me with my thoughts, for all of about two minutes.

Then came the knock.

And the next knock.

And the more frantic, louder, knocks.

I walked slowly to the door, not ready to see her yet, "Delivery?" I asked, buying time- and trying, hopelessly, to get in an acceptable mood.

"Bo." She whispered, "Let me in."

I opened the door, quickly, and let it slam against the wall, laughing very loud and very fake.

"It's not like you're a vampire, you can barge in whenever you want without killing your self, you know."

My joke came out a little harsher than I had intended, and by the looks of it, Lauren was in no condition for spiteful remarks.

"I just need to collect my belongings." Her voice was monotone and her face was in robot mode.

"Sorry, that was uncalled for- come in." I quickly tried to usher her inside, but she didn't move. And then our eyes caught.

"I called. Kenzi"-

"She told me."

It was silent as we stared at each other. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"I didn't expect you, is what I meant."

I laughed bitterly, "I'm not going to suck your face off. Come inside." I got out of the doorway, and walked to the kitchen, knowing eventually she'd follow me inside.

I decided I needed a drink. Or several. Then I heard the door click shut.

Hell, maybe Lauren wanted one.

"You want a drink?"

She hesitated, "I don't plan on staying, Bo."

I poured my drink, scotch from Kenzi's stash under the sink, and pointed to the couch, "Your collection of belongings is right there."

She looked desperate, "I didn't mean it like that, Bo, it's just there's someone outside waiting for me. They said no more than ten minutes."

I downed my drink and nodded to the door, "No hard feelings, Doc. So sorry, but I'd like to be alone right now."

"Bo"- She started, but I cut her off, and poured more scotch.

"Or did you come for another quickie?" I questioned as I downed the new drink.

"I deserve that." She allowed

"Did I?" Third one poured.

"No, Bo," She took a step toward me, "You didn't, and you don't. I'm just so confused. I didn't mean to hurt you." Then another step, flailing her arms around in that adorable Lauren way.

I shook my head, trying to get rid of the haunting thoughts, and took another bite

"Oh yeah, hell, confused. You didn't seem confused when you were fucking me. Or should I say fucking me over? The second time."

She took another step towards me, and then the third scotch burning a way down my throat brought tears to my eyes.

I didn't want to have a vulnerable moment with her.

"Bo." Her eyes pleaded me to stop, so innocent, so concerned, and so pure. How could she do this to me? How did she have this affect on me?

Before I knew it her arms were around me, as the tears poured all over her shirt, "I'm so sorry I hurt you, baby." She whispered in my ear, and it just brought more tears.

I allowed the safe heaven she was to wash over me for a moment of escape, and then I pushed her away, and forced back the sobs.

"I see you talk about her, the way you look at her. You guys, I bet, are so great together." I smiled, pushing away my sour feelings, "I'm going to get her out of that ice cocoon for you." A hot tear made a journey through gravity down my cheek, "I promise you that Lauren, on one condition."

She nodded, "What is it?"

"After she's free, I'm done."

Her confused eyes pleaded elaboration. When could I ever resist those eyes?

I gestured between us, "We're done."

"Fair enough." She grabbed her bag of stuff, and left.

Scotch four?