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If I did both doccubus and copdoc would be canon.
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Lauren shivered. Standing in the open, her soft leather jacket didn't help much against the rain. Or the blowing wind. If she had known where exactly she was going she would have brought her umbrella and warmer clothing, she had anticipated the rain after all, but now… Her thoughts trailed off as she shifted her weight to the other leg and pulled her jacket closer around her again. The water kept on falling with a low and steady drumming noise. She rung the bell a second time and hoped that she had come to the right address. The scribbled note she had found on her desk this morning displayed just two lines: a street name with a house number, and come.
As there were only two people in the world who knew where she kept the key to her laboratory – the first one being her boss, the Ash, the person who had originally given her that key – it was obvious who had written it. At first she was determined not to go, since she was still not ready to face Bo, not just yet. But by the time she had sorted new blood samples into her Fae data network, run tests on a new project and collected several good mtDNA templates, which highly supported a theory of hers, the thought of this dubious piece of paper had crossed her mind more than once. It made her wonder.
The letters were neat and slender, but the paper felt rough and had been crumpled-up. The message was clear, but the author hadn't signed or addressed Lauren. And it had been placed in the middle of her desk, where it definitely had not been when she left. No one else had access to her office unless she was around. In short, it was nothing what Bo would do. Lauren had thought about calling her about this as well, but that would have been even more awkward.
A quick search on the internet didn't help either. The address was somewhere in the rather expensive part of the city, with a lot of banks and lawyers nearby. When Lauren had finally made up her mind, she expected some sort of glass and steel building, judging from what her research had brought up. Enough to spark her interest, the house she finally found was not. Wedged between a modern apartment block with several expensive-looking boutiques and a skyscraper, there stood a small, huddled, and somewhat run-down looking building with just two floors. Lights were on in the second floor, and one window was opened widely. Driving past white curtains were visible on the inside. Luckily, she could park nearby and did not have to walk much, but she was getting wetter every minute. That there was no name sign to be seen made her wary. The whole situation was suspicious.
Lauren hoped that Bo had a good explanation. A part in her had dreaded this moment, just as much as the other part had longed for it. If Bo wanted to fix their relationship, to make up what had gone wrong, even though that was hardly possible, Lauren would fall for it again, and she knew it.
She sighed. Her sleeping troubles had come back. There was a constant piercing throbbing right behind her temples every time she closed her eyes. Even the extra amount of work she had flung herself into did not help. She was very good at handling stressful situations. But this was no adrenaline rush, no fatal virus, not even a deadline approaching. Just pain.
Just when she decided that she had come at the wrong time after all, despite the fact that there was none written on the note, she heard light footsteps on the other side of the wooden door. When it was opened warm light poured out on the street and illuminated a silhouette Lauren had not expected at all. With a wine glass in one hand, the blond hair tumbling down over her shoulder as usual, and a smug grin on the lips and in the bright green eyes, Tamsin stood in the door frame. Lauren stared.
"Finally, Doc! I almost thought you hadn't received my letter", the Fae said, welcoming Lauren to her home with a sweeping gesture. "Come in."
"You have got to be kidding me" Lauren answered, recovering from the slight shock. Which rapidly begun to turn into anger, as she watched the grin on Tamsin's lips widening. Lauren had not forgotten what she had told her the last time they had spoken. "What on earth is going on here?"