AN - Written originally for Faeworld at LJ for the prompt Bo's Past. Not for profit, I don't own anything, if I did Dyson would always be naked, well more than he is now. Any mistakes are mine and there may be loads as I've only seen each ep once.
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Bo looked around, panic etched on her delicate features. It had been such a perfect night, candles, flowers, chocolate and wine, she had no idea how it had gone so wrong?
She'd been in love with him forever. They'd flirted and laughed for months before finally getting their act together and becoming a couple, at least in the teenage sense of the word. They dated for over a year before deciding to take that final step, cementing their love in the only way they knew how.
They'd gotten dressed up and gone to a fancy restaurant. He wined and dined her and made her feel like the luckiest woman in the world.
She'd heard horror stories about the first time and she'd expected it to hurt, but it had been magical, almost like she was possessed with the spirit of someone much more experienced. She'd lain, spent and sated in his arms as he shivered and breathed deeply, almost as if he were finding it hard to catch a breath, but she'd seen enough movies to know that wasn't uncommon after such an incredible experience, so she'd closed her eyes, curled into him and fell asleep.
But now it was all wrong, she couldn't wake him. His skin was pale and cold and his eyes lay open and lifeless. He was dead and she couldn't understand how or why.
Had she done this? Was this her fault? Would she be blamed?
Bo looked around once more, panicking, scared and lost, with nowhere to turn.
She was just a little lost girl.