Thanks to 'Ergh (guest)' for pointing out the disgustingly blatant typo in my title. Fixed it. Now I'm just going to go stand in the corner for a while as I deal with some self-loathing. It was actually kind of late for me when I uploaded this last night. During the day, I'm somewhat of a grammar Nazi. Not that I don't make mistakes, I've found a few as I read through chapter one this morning, but I tend to frown upon them more than I probably should. So, if you see any spelling or grammatical errors, it's cool if you tell me. I'll just mentally kick myself a few times. :P That said, I try very hard to make sure my grammar, spelling and content is all… up to par, along with the plot.

Also, thanks to 'the unaligned' for the tips and discussion. Keep them coming. :)

Anywho, chapter two amigos. This took longer than I thought it would. Fear not, drunken banter to come. But… enjoy!

**EDIT: Added a bit more with Bo and Tamsin before Kenzi arrives. Thanks to 'Snagam80' for the suggestion.**


Tamsin was on her knees, her head weakly resting on Bo's shoulder with her own shoulders held in place by the succubus' tight grip. Her limp arms dangled loosely at her side, her knuckles grazing the wooden floor boards. "Shit..." Bo breathed, pushing the valkyrie up a bit so that she could assess the damage. "What the hell caught up with you?"

A weak smile appeared on Tamsin's weary face. "An old friend."

Bo rolled her eyes and pulled the valkyrie's arm over her shoulder, "C'mon, Blondie." Sliding her arm around the blonde's thin waist, Bo slowly rose to her feet, pulling Tamsin up with her. She wasn't at all surprised to notice how little Tamsin could actually support herself; Bo essentially had to drag her to the couch. She shoved an old pizza box from its surface onto the ground before gently lowering Tamsin down, placing a throw pillow beneath her head. "You know, it's so great that you feel comfortable enough to bleed all over my couch in extreme emergencies. It really shows how much you've warmed up to me," Bo said, taking a seat on the coffee table in front of the couch.

Tamsin coughed. "Oh, look… a sense of humour," She said, closing her eyes against the pulsing waves of pain that seemed to continuously course through her tired body.

Bo glanced Tamsin over, taking in the swollen gash on her forehead, the shoeprints on her white button up shirt… the deep puncture wounds on her stomach. "This old friend… she didn't, say, have claws, by any chance?"

"What gave you that idea, Succubitch?"

"Oh, I don't know, the five holes in your stomach, maybe?" Bo teased, leaning forward and gently unbuttoning Tamsin's shirt. She pulled the red stained white cloth aside, immediately noticing the grave purple and brown bruises that lined her left ribcage, though she couldn't truly see how bad they were beneath the thick layers of blood caked upon Tamsin's fair white skin. "Shit…" Bo breathed.

Tamsin opened her eyes, failing in a weak attempt to prop herself up onto her elbows and see what had the succubus cursing. Bo pressed her hand down on Tamsin's shoulder, giving her a stern look of disapproval. "…What?" Tamsin asked, letting out an unsteady breath despite the effort spent to even it out.

"You know what. Stay down." Bo lifted her hand from Tamsin's shoulder, bringing it up to the wound on Tamsin's forehead. Blood was trickling down from the gash, trailing a thin red line down Tamsin's increasingly pale face. "You sure did take a beating," Bo sighed, jumping up from her seat, "I'll be right back."

Tamsin looked up at Bo. "W-where are you going?"

Bo smiled. Tamsin looked so frail… so helpless. It was a side that Bo had only seen once before, but this time it was to a much greater extent. She needed Bo, and Bo didn't really seem to mind. Actually, it was an oddly comforting thought… Tamsin needed Bo's help. She rested a gentle hand atop of the valkyrie's, suddenly noticing how cold she was. "Relax. I'm just going to get some first-aid stuff… and a blanket. God, you're freezing."

"It's cold outside…"

"You couldn't turn the heat on in your tru-you did drive your truck here, right?"

"Yes, I drove here, and no, in the midst of my extreme pain…" Tamsin swallowed as another wave of agony hit her, "I didn't bother to…" The rest of her sentence was lost in a groan as she closed her eyes again, hoping it would help her move past the pain. Much to her upset, it didn't.

Bo squeezed Tamsin's hand, slightly. "Well… a blanket, then. Maybe something warm to drink?"

Tamsin nodded feebly and Bo started to make her way around the couch, only to be stopped by a weak tug on her sleeve. She looked back, first eyeing the blood stained hand gripping the arm of her shirt, and then its owner. She raised a brow, giving Tamsin a questioning look.

"Uh…" Tamsin muttered, "Thanks, Bo."

Bo smiled, gently reaching down to relieve her shirt from Tamsin's grip, then continued on into to the kitchen. She went through the steps of making some hot cocoa, placing the mug on the counter top, filling it with water, dumping the chocolate powder into it and stirring. When she was done, she slid the cup into the microwave, tapped a few buttons, and then turned to go upstairs. "One minute," She said to Tamsin as she passed the couch and began climbing the stairs.

Tamsin stared emptily up at the grey, wooden ceiling. She was in a shack. She was in a battered shack, bleeding out onto an old, probably stolen, couch, with only a succubus to look after her. A Bo-like succubus, though. She was in Bo's shack… with only a Bo to look after her. All in all, she considered this a pretty damn good day… or night… morning. "Damn..." Tamsin breathed, pressing her right palm to her forehead. Despite the powerful sobering effect of having the shit beaten out of her, Tamsin was still terribly drunk. Though she had mastered the skill, over many years of trial and error, to speak fairly clear in a drunken state, she also discovered that she had a tendency to over-share. She was suddenly overcome with a feeling of dread. Not only was she probably going to reveal some secret, both to herself and Bo, but she was going to have a killer headache in the morning, what with the detrimental head injury and the unnecessarily large amount of alcohol she had that night.

"Something wrong?" Bo's concerned voice interrupted.

Tamsin wasn't even sure when Bo had come down the stairs, or when she'd retrieved the cup of cocoa. "Wuh? N-no."

Bo pulled the coffee table closer to the couch, taking a seat on it, dropping the first aid kit and setting the cocoa down beside her. She gently took Tamsin's chin into her hand and turned her head so that they were now looking at each other face to face. "You look tired," She stated, "or… Tamsin, where did you say you were attacked?"

"Did I say?" Tamsin tried to avoid Bo's piercing gaze, feeling somewhat guilty. Bo had been so accepting of her, especially after her emotional confession... but she had been dodging Bo ever since, afraid that her emotional state would upset her, somehow. She was right.

"You're drinking again," Bo stated simply. It wasn't as if she'd stopped entirely, but Bo was sure that Tamsin had moved on from her emotional time-bomb phase. She thought that her accepting the valkyrie as a member of the 'team' was all that was needed to set things right. But the succubus took a deep, calming breath and decided this was a conversation to be had at another time.

She released Tamsin's chin from her grasp, reached down and lifted the first aid kit onto her lap. She opened it up, grabbing a small bottle of antiseptic and a rag she had placed in there during her time upstairs. It only took her a second to open the bottle up and dampen part of the rag with the alcoholic substance. She reached out and gently pressed the rag against the thin puncture marks on Tamsin's stomach. She was rather thankful that this mysterious attacker had elongated thin nails, instead of massive animal-like claws. Hell, if a human were to spend enough time and care, they could manage those nails. This depressingly fortunate discovery saved Bo from having to call Lauren for stitch work, but not from having to spend the time and effort to carefully clean the wound. Tamsin flinched, sucking in a sharp breath, as soon as the cool rag made contact with her skin.

"Sorry," Bo said.

Tamsin nodded, a pained expression on her face, as Bo sat back up.

"...I could try something-to help with the pain," Bo said after a few silent moments had passed.

"Oh?" Tamsin asked.

"Well, I can take chi, this you know... and I can... give it."

"Like... what you do... just in reverse?" Tamsin took a moment to think about this before speaking again. "Wait, so... you knew that you could do this all along, and you just let me bleed and suffer in agonizing pain on your couch!?" Tamsin tried to sit up again, but Bo didn't waste any time shoving her back down.

"Well," Bo said, giving Tamsin a pointed look, "I tried it with you once before, when you were shot... and it didn't work."

"Didn't work?"

"The chi left me, but just kinda..." Bo let her hand flutter in the air before her, "Flew off. Then it went rushing back to the ass-hole I took it from."

Tamsin frowned. "Well... that's-"

"Cause of great stress," Bo interrupted, "I had to drag your unconscious ass back here." Bo pressed the damp cloth back onto Tamsin's stomach, carefully wiping away some of the dried blood around the wound. "Talk about deja vu..." She stopped again, pausing before sitting back up and looking Tamsin in the eye. "If you want, we can try it again."

Tamsin gave Bo a questioning look. "Um... sure?"

Bo smiled slightly and shifted herself from the coffee table to a small spot on the couch beside where Tamsin lay. She rested her hand on the other side of Tamsin, careful to avoid making contact with her purpled ribs. She lowered her head so that only a few inches separated her face from Tamsin's. "Ready?" She asked. She could smell the alcohol on Tamsin's breath, but found it oddly comforting.

Tamsin smiled. "For you, succubitch? Any day," she said calmly.

Bo rolled her eyes at Tamsin's display of drunkenness and slowly leaned in, pressing a warm kiss to the blonde's dry lips. The contact only lasted a second before the two parted, a light wisp of orange and pink filling the space between them. But, much to Bo's dismay, the chi's path suddenly reversed directions, and quickly flowed back into the succubus' mouth. "Shit," Bo coughed, pulling back a little. The effect deeply unsettled her, it being something akin to whiplash.

Tamsin's gaze followed the succubus' blue eyes, which slowly began to fade back into a dark brown as she pushed herself up. "Well then..." Tamsin breathed.

"Yeah... I don't know what's up with you-"

"Me!? You're the one who-"

Just then, the front door flew open and Bo jumped to her feet, a knife in hand. It took Tamsin a moment to realize that Bo had the knife on the coffee table beforehand, but she was still amazed at how fast the succubus could move. This thought aside, she fought against her screaming body and propped herself up onto her elbows, turning her head to see who had entered the house and mentally preparing her body for a battle.

The person stalked through the entrance way with heavy steps, but they seemed to halt as the sound of something heavy hitting the ground filled the room. "Shhhh-it."

"Kenz?" Bo asked, taking a step in front of the couch to clearly make out who the intruder was.

Tamsin groaned aloud in frustration, collapsing back onto the sofa.

"Bobo!" Kenzi exclaimed, clumsily running up to Bo and throwing her arms around her neck.

"Hey!" Bo said, pushing Kenzi back a bit so that they were looking at each other. "I'm glad you're here. You think you could help me with…" She trailed off, "Are you drunk?"

"I… may have been out with-shhhh-" Kenzi leaned forward, her index finger pressed to her lips, indicating a demand for silence, "Trick."

"Oh, really? Wait, Trick? Like… he actually sat down and had a drink with you?"

Kenzi nodded excitedly.

"He never has a drink with me…" Bo mumbled. She heard a small, choking cough from behind her, and was suddenly reminded of the injured valkyrie suffering on her couch. "Right, right. Kenzi, I need your help."

Kenzi's eyes grew wide as Tamsin came into sight. "Wh-what did you do to her!?" Kenzi asked, a look of terror on her face. She walked over to the back of the couch, leaning over to examine the blonde.

Tamsin just shook her head.

"Wha- Why would you think I did that to her!?"

Kenzi straightened up and looked the succubus in the eye. "Things can get a little rough when you're… you know."

"What!? No! No. Just no. We didn't do anything, I swear!"

"Ouch!" Tamsin exclaimed at Bo's statement.

"Seriously, guys?" Bo pointed a stern finger at Tamsin. "Tamsin, shut up and act the way you look!" She turned to Kenzi. "Kenzi dear, get your drunk ass over here and help me."

Kenzi frowned. "Fine, fine. Bossy pants." She made her way over to the other side of the couch, where she stood staring down at Tamsin, who had returned her palm to her forehead as waves of pain stemmed from the gash on her head, and the bloodied lesions on her stomach, coursing throughout the rest of her body.

"Okay, Kenz… you think you can help me get Tamsin up the stairs?"

Kenzi and Tamsin both looked to Bo with shocked expressions. "What? Up the stairs? Why would you want to do that?"

"This couch? Yeah, it may just be the least comfortable surface in the house. I figure she'll be more comfortable on my bed, and that way I'll have more access to her wounds." She paused. "Besides... she's cold and I forgot a blanket."

Tamsin let out an irritated groan. She wasn't in any physical or mental state to fight Bo, so she decided it was best to go with whatever flow the succubus had in mind.

"Is that okay with you, Tamsin?" Bo asked, her voice laced with a concern that was beginning to sound all too familiar to the valkyrie.

"It's fine. Just… whatever."

"Alrighty, then. Everyone's on board. Kenzi, you get her right side, I've got the left."