A/N: Oki doki, so i never written anything, like never never written anything, but today I got this funny idea for the story and decided to make it real. Hope it entertains you at least a little bit, let me know if I should continue ;)

It was an average weekday evening at the Dal. Few patrons scattered here and there, drinking, talking, laughing. Irish music playing softly in the background.

Trick yawned while polishing the glass. Dyson took off early as he was damn tired from the case that came up a day before. Somewhere in the lab Lauren was finishing cleaning her Petri dishes. Somewhere else Kenzi was cheering another shot with her Russian mob.

Bo was sitting by the bar, nursing her beer, looking bored as hell, thinking maybe it was time to get a new hobby, preferably one which would keep her entertained at night, and something of a non-murdery variety, also why the hell TamTam over there couldn't keep her company, it's not like she had anything better to do anyway right now.

And Tamsin was sitting on the other side of the bar, looking into her vodka glass trying to catch a reflection of herself what with probably fortieth glass she was having, things were finally starting to make sense in her head.

She downed her glass, stood up slowly and just a little bit clumsily and swayed towards brooding Bo.

-Aren't we bored tonight? - she slurred, but that wasn't something she cared to notice at this moment while being busy trying to come up with something witty to mock Bo.

-Go home Tamsin, you drunk,- Bo replied lazily.

-Nah, I still got places to be, vodka to drink.

-I'm bored, - that was all brunette could come up with.

-Well, we can fix that, - Tamsin swayed and caught the edge of the bar in time to steady herself from falling on her ass.

-Oh really?! - Bo raised her eyebrows; - Cause how I see it, you about to pass out from overdose alcohol poisoning.

-Relaaax, I had much more 'fore. Now about that boredom you going through, I think I have an idea for that, succulette. Why don't we go raid your lil' grandpa's den and see what shiny thingies he is keeping there, maybe something that could keep you entertained, - Valkyrie winked with a lopsided smirk.

Bo was furrowing her brows and trying to think why it is a bad idea, but all the alcohol she drank was finally catching up with her.

-Why the hell not! – Still better thing to do than staring into this mug, - she brooded.

-Bingo!

Bo just rolled her eyes, although it was harder to do it now that her eyes stopped focusing well.

She glanced in Trick's direction. To their immense luck he was talking to what looked like a close friend of his, and that was as good as ever chance to sneak in.

Both women were swaying holding into the walls while going down the stairs. They made it safely, not once falling face first and when Trick's treasury came into their view Tamsin all but whistled.

-Maaaaan, what a hoarder. You know your grandpa could definitely star in that TV show, what's it called?

-Oh shut up, if you live as long as he you might as well have a bigger collection than a duffle bag in a truck trunk.

Tamsin settled on rolling her eyes and ignoring Bo.

Then her gaze fell on something big, shiny and complex. She staggered right to the thing that caught her eye.

-Neeeat… -she whispered quietly.

It was some kind of machine, with lots of levers, buttons and other strange particles on it. Tamsin's eyes were shining curiously.

Bo noticed that Tamsin stopped talking and turned to look where she was just to see the Valkyrie admiring some weird hybrid of a whatever machine.

Bo swayed her way and when she saw what caught the blonde's attention her eyes started glimmering with curiosity and wonder as well.

-Wow…this looks awesome…

-No shit, captain, - Tamsin approved still in awe.

Then she reached her hands and started pulling levers and pushing buttons. The machine began to huff and puff and make all kinds of weird futuristic sounds.

Bo joined Tamsin in the exploration of a new discovery and nudged few levers here and there.

Suddenly all the lights went out..or so it seemed. Bo could still feel Tamsin by her side the first second. What happened the other second made them gasp and grab each other to steady themselves. The strong icy wind, the flickers of lights around them. And the darkness still there, clenching everything. No small light could pierce it enough to let them know what was going on exactly.

Then all of it was over and what they saw made them drop their jaws.

There was no darkness anymore, and there was no Dal.

Tamsin and Bo were standing or better say leaning on each other in the middle of the Red Square right in the heart of night Moscow, with drunk dudes shouting in the distance, some of the tourists taking pictures of a breathtaking scenery and the sound of cars signaling in the background of the city…