In the End, There was Love
Notice: I do not own the characters from Lost Girl; I merely use them for my entertainment. The character Maeve DOES belong to me, so please do not use her without permission. This story will have adult themes and situations, but there will be warnings on those chapters. ENJOY
As soon as he stepped out of The Dal, he smelt her. Feeling his hackles rise; he steeled himself for the attack. She dropped down on him from above, landing on his back while wrapping her arms around his neck as her legs wrapped around his waist.
He staggered under her assault, but did not drop her (as if her light one hundred and five pound frame could have brought him to his knees). His hands went to her feet, grabbing hold as he tried to shrug her off of him without injuring her.
"Is that any way to greet your best friend," she whispered in his ear before laughing and hugging him for all she was worth.
"Some warning would have been nice," he grumbled as the woman disentangled herself from him.
"Oh please, D, you knew I was there the moment you stepped out," she retorted. With her feet on the ground, the short, slender woman smiled at the brooding Fae in front of her. She huffed in exasperation, blowing her fire red bangs from her lavender, almond shaped eyes. "You could at least act as if you were happy to see me, you mutt," she followed her sentence with a sharp kick to his shin before crossing her arms over her chest and scowling at him.
He grimaced in pain; "Look, Mae, now is not a good time, so excuse me if," he turned as if to leave.
"Don't start with me Dyson, "she said softly. "Oh this is not good," Dyson thought before turning around again to face her.
"You haven't seen me in decades, and your only response is 'now is not a good time?" her eyes flashed dangerously. Overhead, clouds began to gather.
"Now, Mae….calm down. Don't get upset," Dyson said, sighing. The last thing he needed was an upset channeler.
"Don't tell me to calm down, when you are obviously upset about something and will not share it with me!" The wind began to pick up and lightening flickered overhead.
"What the bloody hell is going on out he..."Trick pulled open the door and paused in mid rant. "Maeve! What a pleasant surprise!" The clouds and winds died down as the 5 foot, 4 inch tall woman let out a shriek of delight before throwing herself at the smaller Fae, hugging him tightly. Dyson breathed a sigh of relief. The bad thing about channelers is that they felt things so intensely….and their emotions tended to cause radical things to happen.
Maeve released Trick from her hug and picked up her satchel that she had flung to the ground before jumping on Dyson "Got anything to eat and drink, T-man? I am absolutely famished!" she proclaimed as she walked into the Dal without at second glance at Dyson.
"Oh yeah…she is pissed," he thought before following the duo back into the bar. He really didn't want to upset her any further, and despite his general hatred of the world at the moment, he would try to keep it curbed in order to keep his friendship solid. This was turning into an interesting evening.
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