I'm back! YAY! So let me be honest, I tried to take a break from writing for a little bit, BUT then my friend Aislynnrose2010 PMed me with this little plot bunny and she lit my fire, so thank her for the idea if you enojoy this! Also, the past two episodes of Lost Girl Season 2 Episode 20 and 21 have had so much Kenzi and Dyson love and I was just inspired even more to write quickly! So I hope you guys enjoy this new story!

Also the title of this story is inspired by two songs that I lurve very much! Broken by Lifehouse and Anywhere but here by safetysuit. If you haven't heard them, check them out!

Chapter 1

Kenzi laughed loudly as she took her last shot for the night. The Dal was just about to close and she was currently being hit on by some cute Fae boy. Kenzi loved the attention, but she knew better than to mess with Fae. She needed a night out, Bo was home with her usual lover, Lauren, and Kenzi was annoyed. She was very very tired of hearing the nightly moans. She and Bo had gotten into just a little tiff earlier it was no big deal she knew they would be fine in the morning but Kenzi had decided she needed to come to the Dal to cool down.

"I mean doesn't she have her own place Bo?" Kenzi hissed trying her damnest to be quiet since Lauren was on the couch.

"Yes she does, but we're together, so she's welcome here as long as she likes." Bo said grabbing up a bottle of water.

"I get that BoBo, but all I'm asking is for one night of peaceful sleep." Kenzi said holding her hands up in a begging motion.

"Kenzi stop being dramatic." Bo said.

"I'm not being dramatic Bo. Damn, I mean can't you go to her place, or like a hotel, that is like the home of hook-ups. Not a motel that's for like nasty hook-ups that involve money and drugs." Kenzi babbled.

"Or you could go to a hotel." Bo said rolling her eyes and turning to Lauren. Kenzi glared after her, but instead of starting a bigger argument she decided on grabbing up her jacket and heading out the door.

Dyson walked into the Dal and immediately sniffed the air, like he was used to doing. He sighed when he smelled Kenzi and sighed even more when he spotted her. Bo had called him thirty minutes ago and asked him to come retrieve Kenzi. She'd filled him in on what had happened and she guessed he'd be a better candidate for coming to get her considering Kenzi might be a little peeved at her. Dyson had agreed and come after her. His eyes went to Trick who was behind the counter cleaning up glasses and stuff. Trick gave him a knowing look and Dyson only smiled as he walked over to Kenzi.

"So my place or yours?" the Fae sitting next to her asked. Dyson smirked and immediately placed himself in between them.

"Neither." He said to the boy. The boy looked him up and down appearing to be sizing him up. Dyson let out a soft growl and the boy nodded his head turning quickly and heading off in the other direction.

"Buzz kill ten o'clock!" Kenzi laughed and waved her hand in the air. She was obviously drunk and he could not help the smile that touched his lips. He was fonder of Kenzi than he was of Bo. Sure he loved them both, but Kenzi was just Kenzi. Small, funny, pretty, with a heck of an attitude and he really enjoyed that about the girl. Not a lot of people took into account how gorgeous the girl actually was. Dyson half wished he could tangle his hands through her raven colored hair with its various colored streaks, touch her long flat stomach, and wrap his hands around her small hips. He could if he wanted to.

"Come on Kenz, let me take you home." he said putting a hand gently on her shoulder.

"Come on Dyson, sit down, stay awhile." She said signaling Trick who just rolled his eyes.

"No, I don't think that's a good idea, let's just get you home ok?" Dyson said. Kenzi spun on the stool, luckily Dyson was there because in the next second she pitched forward, losing her balance from the spinning, and she toppled off the stool. Dyson's arms came out quickly and he grabbed her up before she face planted.

"Oh! Least you could do was buy me a drink first." Kenzi laughed loudly. Dyson realized his hands were wrapped tightly around her from behind, one hand around her stomach and the other planted firmly across her breasts. He quickly sat her on her feet and removed his hands.

"Come on." Dyson said taking her arms gently and pulled her out of the Dal.

"Night Trick!" Kenzi called waving her hand as she scooted along behind him. He chuckled and eased her into his car before going to his side and getting in.

"Dyson, do you think it's illegal to have fun, because I promise it's not." Kenzi chuckled and wiggled her fingers in his face. He smirked at her and shook his head as he drove down the street.

"No Kenzi I don't think it's illegal." He said as he pulled into a gas station.

"Well could have fooled me D man." She mumbled as her head lolled to the side. He glanced around and made sure no one suspicious looking was around and then he got out of the car. He glanced back over his shoulder and made sure she was still inside the car as he approached the coffee machine. He poured a huge cup of coffee and then browsed the rows of food items where he quickly grabbed up some peanut butter crackers. He turned to the counter and the cashier rang him up, but no sooner than he had pulled out his wallet, Kenzi had rolled down the window and beckoned another male toward her. Deep lines creased Dyson's face as he frowned and grabbed up his items after paying. He stepped out of the store and walked toward the car.

"Back off." He said nodding toward the guy.

"Dyson! Can I bring him home, he's so cute!" Kenzi called from the window with a laugh. Dyson did not smile he just glared at the man at the window who smiled at the drunken Kenzi.

"No, I said back off." Dyson warned again this time taking a step forward.

"Dude, chill, the lady just wants a friend." He said laughing. Dyson let his gaze shift to Kenzi who looked like a guilty child. She had just been messing around, but she knew Dyson well, and she also knew she needed to step up before this man got hurt.

"He's right, uh…later." Kenzi said quickly as she rolled up the window. The man glanced up at Dyson before shaking his head and walking off. Dyson ground his teeth as he climbed into the car and handed her the coffee and crackers.

"Awww is it my birthday?" she cooed at him. Dyson rolled his eyes and gestured to the food and drink before driving off. Kenzi nodded and slowly began to eat and drink. After a few moments of driving and Kenzi eating all her food and drinking all her coffee she was beginning to sober up.

"How you feeling?" Dyson asked glancing over at her.

"Like I got drunk off my ass." she said with a chuckle. Dyson pulled into his parking lot and turned off the car.

"We're at your place?" she asked slightly raising her eye brows.

"Yeah we are. Bo told me what happened. By the way, she's sorry. So I decided to let you get a good night's sleep, so here we are." He said as he got out of the car. Kenzi let out a moan and fumbled out of the car after him. Dyson waited for her and made sure she followed close behind him as they made their way into his loft. Kenzi smirked and gently kicked the blow up mattress that was already blown up.

"Thank you by the way." Kenzi said dropping down onto the mattress. She groaned and Dyson smiled and gave a slight chuckle before he kicked off his shoes and un tucked his shirt from his pants.

"Want anything else to eat or drink before you sleep?" he asked turning back to look at her. Soft snoring brought another smile to Dyson's lips, she was gone. He walked over to the mattress and gently removed her heels tossing them to the side, he laid her feet on the bed and tucked the cover around her before pulling his shirt off followed by his jeans and laying down. He was glad she would be getting her sleep tonight, she deserved it.

Two hours later Dyson's eyes flipped open at the sound of someone moving frantically, and then a dark figure leapt off the floor and raced into the bathroom. Dyson crawled off the bed as he heard the clear sounds of puking. He frowned and padded toward the bathroom, he didn't like hearing the sound of the little human in pain. He squinted his eyes as the bright lights of the bathroom hit him. Kenzi was clutching the sides of the toilet, her head flung loosely into the bowl, and her small shoulders shaking with the intensity of the retching. Dyson grabbed a cloth and turned the water in the sink on, letting the water get cold he tossed the cloth in the sink to let it get wet. He sighed and leaned over Kenzi, gathering her hair up into his hands and away from the toilet and he let her finish. She knew the risks of drinking, but that didn't make it any easier on her or him for that matter having to watch her suffer. He knew how painful throwing up was, it was not fun at all. When she was done she sagged against the bowl and Dyson used his free hand to gently ease her backward. She leaned back into his legs, using him for support as he reached into the sink and grabbed the cold cloth.

"Here" he said. He moved slowly and pressed the cloth to her forehead letting the coldness of it take away some of the heat from her skin.

"You didn't have to do that." she said as she caught her breath.

"I wanted to." He smiled and released her hair letting it fall down her back and he handed over the cloth. She took it and cleaned her face off.

"Thanks, for like the fourth time tonight." She said smiling up at him. Dyson chuckled and slid his arms under hers and pulled her upward sitting her on her feet.

"No need to thank me, that's what I'm here for. Protect and serve, I took an oath." Dyson joked. Kenzi chuckled and moved to the sink where she automatically pulled out the extra toothbrush he kept and began to brush her teeth and tongue. Dyson watched her closely as he returned to the main room and pulled out a glass and filled it with water. He passed it to her when she exited the bathroom.

"So, cool digs." She said leaning back against the counter.

"It works, keeps me humble." He said watching her as her eyes scanned the room.

"Ohhh! Cool!" Kenzi said pushing the glass down and racing over to his punching bag. Dyson watched her and chuckled as she placed her palms against it and shoved it.

"Heavy" she mumbled. Dyson walked over toward her and held the bag as he faced her.

"Hit it." He said nodding. He watched her take a stance, a good one he had to admit, and then she balled up her fist and swung, the hit was hard but she turned her hand sideways mid swing, sure fire way to crack her wrist.

"So, what'd I do wrong coach?" Kenzi asked with a smile.

"Stance is great, but you turned your hand, like this," he showed her how she turned it, "If you hit someone hard enough like that you'll crack your wrist." He said.

"Alright." She nodded and reared back slamming her fist into the bag again. Dyson shook his head.

"You did it again." He chuckled.

"Here" he said. Dyson came around behind her and took her hands in his.

"Ball up your fist." He said. He smiled when her scent drifted up his nose and her back slid against his chest. For the first time he was thinking about Kenzi as more than a friend. He was actually almost embarrassed to admit he was thinking about laying her on his bed and having his way with her. He slid his hands under her hands and let her fingers fall in between the spaces between his fingers and then he curled his hand, causing both their hands to form a sort of fist.

"Alright." He said. Dyson pulled back and swung, their intertwined fist connected with the bag and Dyson nodded.

"Perfect, now you." He said. Kenzi smirked and pulled her arm back and swung, she hit the bag dead on and Dyson smiled.

"Excellent." He said.

"Can I ask you something?" Kenzi asked leaning against the bag.

"Of course." He said keeping his hands against the back of the bag so she didn't tumble to the ground.

"In all seriousness ok. Tell me the truth." She said nodding.

"I'll do my best." He smirked.

"Do you find me attractive?" she asked. Dyson was slightly stunned, was she being serious or was she just being her normal silly self.

"Kenz." Dyson said carefully. When a girl asked that question it was key to tread lightly but this was Kenzi, she didn't act this way, she was always confident.

"It's just, I mean, damn, I don't know. Bo and I went to a human bar the other night and not one guy came up to me, plenty of guys came up to her, just, not me." Kenzi sighed and tossed her hands in the air.

"Guys can't help but be attracted to Bo, she just draws them in. That's part of her power. You're adorable Kenz." The moment the words left his mouth he knew that was the wrong thing to say. Her face changed quickly to a disgusted look.

"I don't want to be adorable Dyson. I want to be sexy, beautiful, gorgeous." She said turning on her heel and nailing the bag again. Dyson stepped back and let her hit it three more times. All the while watching her as her small shoulders bunched up, her arms extending and connecting with the bag, her long slender legs flexing, she was using her whole body and Dyson loved it. A slow realization spread through him, she was beautiful, graceful, and he really wanted to kiss her.