Hello all! It's been quite a while since I wrote any fanfic but I've had this story in my head for a long time and it just won't go anywhere. It's also my first time writing Lost Girl so feel free to go easy on me :-p
Oh, I am absolutely Doccubus all the way and even though I will absolutely not be ruining our girls happy ending after Season Five I may be stirring things up a little for our two best girls so please don't hate me- as someone much wiser than myself once said; 'the course of true love ne'er did run smooth' ;-)
Disclaimer; Unfortunately all Lost Girl characters belong to the wonderful people at Prodigy *sigh*. I own nothing except my own original character.
Rated M for future chapters.
Chapter One
The tension in the Dál was palpable. Several noses were stuck into hefty tomes scattered all over the bar top and various tables. It had been a week now since Dagny had first announced her presence. The handprint on the young woman's skin continued to glow and no one seemed to have the slightest clue as to what it meant or even why now after all this time. Clearly something in the underworld was brewing and it was probably something big.
Things had been relatively peaceful over the last few years all things considered. Well, peaceful in the sense that there were no great enemies to be defeated, no large-scale apocalyptic battles to face. Just the occasional skirmish with some renegade underfae. The greatest upheavals had been political. With no Ash, no Morrígan or even troublesome elders jockeying for power life had suddenly become much more egalitarian. Dyson and Bo had become almost like community leaders. Belonging to either a light or dark clan seemed less important and the few humans within the fae world had found a new kind of freedom.
Bo herself had never been more content. She looked across towards the other end of the bar, covertly watching her lover of fifteen years, a small smile playing gently about her lips. Lauren Lewis had never looked more beautiful with her eyebrows scrunched in quiet concentration. As much as she protested the fact to her partner's face even Bo had to admit that the blonde doctor had aged. Once in a while Lauren would catch herself in the mirror and silently bemoan the steadily deepening crows feet and the small line that curved away from the corner of her mouth. Thankfully there were no grey hairs marring her still lusciously long locks as yet but she was well aware that the day she discovered the first ugly strand would come.
Each time that Bo happened to catch Lauren scrutinising herself in the bathroom mirror she would immediately stop and turn to wrap her arms tightly around the other woman, meeting her eyes in their shared reflection with a twinkle in closemouthed support. Lauren was exquisite, she was kind, elegant, warm...she was everything. It wasn't that Bo didn't notice the changes the years had brought, she just simply didn't care. As far as she was concerned the tiny lines by Lauren's eyes only made them sparkle more when she laughed. They were only little things though. The doctor still looked incredible. Her figure hadn't altered an inch in all these years and her smile, God, that woman's smile... Bo supposed that for Lauren these marks on her face were signs of the inevitable time limit on their relationship but Bo was nowhere near ready to worry about that just yet. She would be with Lauren right until the very end, no matter what.
The doctor must have sensed the scrutiny being cast her way as when she looked up from her intense reading she sent Bo a playful 'shouldn't you be studying too?' frown to which Bo responded with a very different type of look that let Lauren know that she was more interested in 'extra-curricular activities' and she smirked to herself at the thought that at least some things never change!
Just as this silent exchange was taking place a loud English 'I think I've got something' emanated from the far reaches of the room. Vex and Mark had evidently opted for a cosier spot behind the darkened pool table because up until then no one had known they were even in the bar. Vex suddenly sprung from the shadows, wafting an ancient text high above his head;
"I've got it!" He cried again, pleased with himself as he laughed. Obviously they'd had it wrong all these years! Vex was quite clearly the brains of this outfit. Both Lauren and Dyson reached out, groaning for him to be careful with the centuries old book that was already crumbling at the seams. Alright, so perhaps he wasn't the cleverest but still...he had to be up there, right?
After the heavy leather-bound volume had been safely lowered to a more respectable height Bo was the first to pipe up, rubbing over tired eyes that felt like they had half a ton of grit rolling around on them;
"What have you found Vex?"
He pointed brazenly at the teenager perched on a stool next Lauren; "it seems our little girl here has the mark of the devil" he announced a touch too cockily. Bo, Dyson and Lauren could only glare as Dagny tried to sink lower onto her seat.
"Vex, what do you mean?" Dyson growled out. It was still unclear exactly what the shifter thought of his son's love interest. Dyson had never really spoken up about the match but had instead kept his own council. Bo, herself could never quite believe that the wolf would ever be happy about Mark choosing the tricky mesmer for his mate but it was clear he was at least willing to let things play out. For now. She had often wondered if Dyson had ever had a word in Vex's ear in the early days but you never could tell with him, always keeping things so close to his chest.
Vex sighed impatiently as if he were addressing a group of particularly dim school children.
"What I mean is that baby Valkyrie over there has been cursed! Okay, so there's no real Devil but it's as good as. Your daddy dearest love," he continued, turning to Bo, "seems to have put a little whoopsy on our girl."
"We know that Vex, " Bo cut in, frustration edging her voice, "if you have point here then by all means get to it."
"Tut, tut, tut, still a bit touchy are we?" Asked Vex in a sing-song, "well if you'd let me finish?" He tapped a black-painted nail against an illuminated passage. The succubus couldn't quite make out the script, it was faded and her language skills never had been that brilliant to start with but she could just about make out the odd word here and there. She rolled her eyes at herself. It was times like this that she really did miss her Grandfather. Trick was always there with the answers or at the very least would know where to start looking for them. Instead she stared blankly at the mesmer's pointy fingernail. Lining the edge of the crumpled page was an illustration. If she'd been slightly less tired she would have noticed that the artistry was really quite stunning in its intricacy. As it was, this only made it harder to pick out the keys points she was sure she should be seeing. At the top was some kind of winged creature she didn't quite recognise. It looked magnificent, clad in its shining armour surmounted by clouds. It carried a great sword in one...claw? The other reached down for a young woman, beautifully drawn with sensuous curves, naked but for a light, flowing modesty cloth. Below her another terrifying creature grappled at the girl's legs. It looked like some kind of perverse tug of war and absurdly Bo began to feel sorry for the woman whose features would be forever etched in terror. She strained to see anything of significance though and it wasn't until her third pass that she finally noticed the tiny mark on the woman's abdomen. At first Bo had taken it for a stray blob of ink or a touch of foxing on the page but there...it definitely had five 'fingers' and appeared to have a luminescence all of its own. Her eyes lit as she lifted her face to meet Vex's knowing gaze. Everyone else in the room could only look on at the pair, trying to work out what was going on.
When it finally came, Bo's whisper was barely audible; "Vex, what does this all mean?"
"It means love, that our precious girl is stuck between Heaven and Hell." He turned to face Dagny who was doing her absolute best to blend in with the wall behind her. It wasn't that she minded being the centre of attention, in fact, sometimes she revelled in it just like Kenzi had shown her but this wasn't quite what she had had in mind. She could practically feel the mesmer's stare boring into her soul as he spoke his next words; "and we need to find ourselves an angel..."
Please feel free to let me know what you think and if you've made it this far thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed the first instalment and more importantly that you're intrigued enough to read the next bit!