DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Prodigy Pictures. I am only borrowing them for my own amusement.

A/N: This is a short multi-chap fluff story where all the players are fae, i.e Kenzi is a wood sprite and Lauren is a druid. Enjoy!

Lauren Lewis strode into the Dal Riata with a certain air of confidence about her, not unusual by any means for the gorgeous doctor. Heads turned and the mouth breathers drooled the moment she walked through the door. Again this was not uncommon; the doctor had a certain quiet charm and air of mystery that surrounded her. People were drawn to her by her beauty and her vast knowledge of pretty much everything. However, she often left them feeling like they never really knew her. It was intentional of course. Lauren had very little time to waste on fleeting connections and allowed very few to enter her inner sanctum.

This was an established colony and Lauren was one of the newest and youngest additions. At just over 300 Lauren had arrived in Toronto about six years prior. She had been on a research grant in the Congo when a virulent blood fever had swept through the region. The doctor had worked like mad with her fellow scientists using a combination of skill and luck to combat the disease. They had been able to confine the outbreak to the area and once it was eradicated this region's Ash threw so much money at her it was ridiculous making it virtually impossible to say no. As an added bonus, accepting the job meant she was reunited with her child hood friend, Hale Santiago.

The Lewis and Santiago families had been founding members of this colony at the beginning of the 20th century. Lauren, having earned her medical degree in the 1840's had remained in Europe only venturing across the pond after her service with the Red Cross during the First World War. Hale had followed suit; staying in Europe then eventually joining Lauren in Chicago. He had spent the war as an ambulance driver using his siren song to calm the wounded. It had been a bitter experience forever binding them. They had gone their separate ways in the early 1960's, but even now after decades apart, they fell inline with each other so easily it was as if only days had passed.

Hale or Haley as he hated to be called, but she did anyway just to annoy him, was standing by one of the pool tables with a fresh pitcher of beer chalking his cue. He was young too, but established here and had been working in various forms of law enforcement for the past thirty years. Currently he was working as a detective at 39th Division for the Toronto police force. He was good at it. The problem was, the slick bastard knew it and thus had become cocky. Lauren figured tonight was as good a night as any to knock him down a peg or two, all in the name of friendship of course.

Lauren slid up beside him, grinning wickedly as she greeted him, "Haley."

He visibly winced, before returning the greeting, "Doc."

Hale was wearing what he dubbed his "playa duds" and clearly on the prowl for something of the female persuasion tonight. Lauren was amused and feeling playful, "So stud got your eye set on any of the fair delights gracing this establishment?"

"Gracing this establishment, who talks like that?" Hale feigned irritation, but his warm open face belied his true feelings. The doctor wasn't into men; still even she could see the appeal. Hale wasn't the biggest guy on the block, but his body was well defined. He had spent the depression years earning his keep as a boxer, so he was quick. He could also be quite charming and his siren song could do more than simply destroy the hearts of ladies, not that Lauren would ever tell him that.

"Apologies if my formal approach offends your modern colloquialisms."

"What?" Hale groaned, "Thanks for that, too many big words now my boys have permanently retreated."

Lauren rolled her eyes, "You're so dramatic." In reality Hale was smart, much smarter than people gave him credit for. He had worked as an intelligence officer during the Second World War decoding messages for the OSS. It wasn't the most exciting gig, but at least it had kept him stateside.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Soooooo whom do you have your eye on?"

"Why do you gotta say it like that? Did it ever occur to you that I am just here to play pool?" He tried to look innocent, but Lauren knew better. In a bar shooting pool alone meant he was scoping the scene and acquiring a target, or several.

"Uh huh right, so who is she?"

Knowing he was caught, Hale nodded, pointing his head in the direction of his crush. "There, the brunette at the end of the bar."

"Her?" Lauren smirked, the woman was gorgeous and wearing all of this tight leather that just screamed 'come fuck me'. "Good choice." She gave him a nudge, "So what are you waiting for, go talk to her."

He shrugged and Lauren noticed the blush creeping up his cheeks, "Nah she's with her friend, I don't want to be that guy. But if she was alone mmm…"

"Of course, you are such a gentleman." Lauren understood, Hale thought this woman was out of his league, or maybe he just needed some liquid courage. Either way he needed to nut up, as they both well knew, there were far worse things in this life than rejection.

Hale was incredulous, "I am; my Nona taught me to respect women."

"Right, so if she was alone-"

"I'd beat it up and then some."

"Nice, real gentleman there, your Nona would be so proud." Lauren had to laugh at that, this was just typical Hale.

"Hey-"

Lauren cut him off; it was time to stir the pot a bit, "OK, OK simmer down Casanova, it's not like she would go for you." She owed him payback anyway for the prank he played on her last week. He had somehow convinced half of the Light Fae on the police force that the Ash was conducting a random drug screening. She had come back from lunch to find thirty five neatly labeled sample cups full of urine stacked on her desk. "I think she is much more my type."

Hale shook his head, "Nope, don't think so. Plus I think my old partner had a thing with her."

Lauren cringed internally, "Ah Dyson, fond memories."

"Seriously, I thought you two hated each other?"

She had to give him that one, she and Dyson were hardly what you would call "friends". Still no one deserved that. "We did, Dyson was my first necropsy."

"Huh?"

"An animal autopsy is called a necropsy. Since Dyson was eaten by a bear and his clan needed something to bury-"

He put his hand up to stop her. "OK, OK, I get it, gross." Forcing himself not to gag, he deftly changed the subject by exaggeratingly motioning towards the brunette, "So doc what makes you so sure she'd go for you?"

Lauren nodded, "Trust me, I just know."

"Care to make a wager?" Hale smirked, as well as she knew him, his knowledge of her encompassed the same; she wouldn't be able to resist.

"You're on."

"What are the stakes?"

"If she goes home with me than I get the 1811 Chateau d'Yquem." Lauren didn't play fair when it came to their bets. She always wanted the same thing, some antique and crazy expensive vintage from the Santiago family vault. Most people have a wine cellar, but oh no, not Hale's father, the oh so important leader of Clan Zamora. Despite being chided on it several times over the years, Lauren scoffed at referring to this room as such because in her opinion a Yale padlock on the latch of an oak door did not a vault make.

Hale considered this before nodding in agreement, "OK, but when I win and she shoots your cocky ass down than I get to hold the Clingmore ring for a year."

Lauren was surprised; Hale already had more money than God, why would he need a ring that brought fortune to the possessor. "You are going to have to give me a little more, why do you want that?"

"Damn druid, didn't you study anything more than ancient cures for athletes foot? It's right there in the text; the ring bestows the bearer with wealth and good fortunes. And by fortunes they don't mean money." Lauren gave him a look. "Plus it would really piss off your mom to know I have it."

"What makes you think I would tell her?"

"She asks to see it every time she stops by your house. What are you going to say; that it is being cleaned every other week for a year?"

Lauren conceded this, "Point taken, but it doesn't matter because I am not going to lose."

"Whatever you say doc," Hale shook his head and laughed. "Put up or shut up then."

"Fine," Lauren smiled; this was shaping up to be a very interesting evening. She held out her hand and Hale shook it vigorously. "We have a bet."