Hey all, so I've only recently got into Lost Girl and I'm loving Dyson so hard and this idea has been bugging at me for days, I'm not sure if it's actually any good but if you think it's worth continuing let me know also I've done a little editing on this, hope you don't mind.

Thanks all

JJ X x

5th June 1972

It was meant to be simple, he was only supposed to get close to the group and figure out where Fae had been disappearing to, inform the Ash then come up with a contingency plan. For several months Fae, both Light and Dark, had been vanishing from the area without so much as a word, the only thing that had seemed to link them was an old warehouse that a pack of wolf-shifters had recently come to call home, also using it as a neutral nightclub for the Fae community, Fae came in, but only most came out.

Toby, a skinny weasel faces shifter had brought him to the warehouse after a few weeks of Dyson gaining his trust. Caiden, the leader, had eyed the other man with suspicion the moment Toby had cheerily introduced him, expecting some sort of reward or gratitude, and Dyson saw that Caiden didn't trust with ease. To the rest of the people dancing and drinking amongst the cheap colored lights Caiden would appear in his late twenties, dark hair slicked black with a strong jaw and devious smirk, but Dyson saw the somber timeworn eyes of the shifter, maybe even as old as his own, as well as the four pronged long jagged scar that distorted the left of his neck and most of his arm that he seemed to wear with a reserved pride.

On their first meeting Caiden had made it known he was not happy with Toby, he made this known by having the poor lad hung by his feet and sliding a small silver needle straight though his neck. Before turning to Dyson and smiling "He'll survive, just."

In the weeks that passed Dyson had become a regular visitor to the club, but he's also seen one thing that was very out of place, a large steel door with a marking he hadn't seen in millennia's, one that would one day soon come to brand the flesh of his shoulder as a sorrowful tribute, it was of the old world, meaning 'teeth of a dog' that warned travelers of a vicious dog beyond that point. Dyson could smell blood and lots of it from behind the large door, to which Caiden held the only key, and knew the mystery to this case lay there.

The night Caiden had finally opened the door to him Dyson should have been wearier, more cautious, but his confident arrogance all this was overshadowed. After all it was meant to be easy…right?

When it opened Dyson frowned hard at the large silver lined cage stood in the center of the room, the plastic lawn chairs around it, a makeshift arena, he understood, it all made sense in that moment "Death fights."

Caiden laughs as he guides Dyson further into the room, the fresh blood drying amongst the flaked crimson flooding his sensitive nose, but what makes his eyes widen tenfold is the beast circling the cage, it's chocolate fur glossy against the sharp bones of its ribs and joints, paw's with long black talons and a large row of razor sharp teeth stained with blood all across it's snout, but it's the eyes that make his breath stop, all around red but for the black abyss of its pupils "A Wendigo?"

Caiden looking at the creature with an eerie tenderness "Beautiful isn't she, do you want a closer look?"

Dyson doesn't have time to disagree before the cage door is opened wide and Caiden strolls in, Dyson watching in awe as the beast submits, never in all his years had he seen such a thing from a Wendigo, a cousin of his own race, territorial, proud and feral "come Dyson, you wanted to know our little secret right?"

The shifter immediately felt the shift in atmosphere, felt it become tense and hard. Backing away slightly he is suddenly without warning trapped as two large pair of arms grab him, quickly he throws one man over his shoulder, feeling his wolf rising to the surface. He struggled but for a moment before the Wendigo leaped into action and buried her fangs into his leg, grazing the bone and ripping a monstrous scream of pain from Dyson before he kicked the beast away, turning on his good heel only to be met with the harsh slam of the cage door and Caiden smirking darkly as another brings him a wooden box "I knew there was something about you, something not right… detective. So I had you followed, blue really is your color."

A growl escaped the caged shifter as the others look to him with betrayal on their face, he had shared drinks with these people, laughs and spent the last few months making nice with them, gaining their trusts, but Caiden was clever and ruthless and Dyson should have known better "Let me out, now."

"Not likely to happen, sorry. Poor Toby, he never stood a chance. Far too weak…" the leader of the pack laughs and pulls up the young shifters head by the roots from the box, fossilized with a look of utter agony, before looking beyond Dyson and with a grave expression gives a swift nod.

The blonde shifter barely has time to swerve the attack from the Wendigo, he growled low in his throat as she ripped into the tender flesh of his arm and only manages to partly shift due to the pain and blood loss before throwing her into the cage wall with a whimper and the scent of her blood hits him, however she's fast, because the moment he looks back from the bloody mess of his gouged leg she's there, snarling growl on her lips that he returns, breath mixed with the closeness, both ready to attack when the unthinkable happens, hungry red eyes lose their fury and gleam with a haunted shine. She whimpers almost helpless before bowing her head and backing away, leaving Dyson very confused.

"What the hell are you doing? Kill him!" Caiden's voice travels over the rest of the infuriated crowd.

Her head whips around to roar at the scarred man, a voice both high and rasping "…you swore!"

A faint mirror of horror washed over Caiden's face before he snarls to one of his men on the other side of the cage, Dyson feels it before he sees it, the long syringe snaking through the bars. The last thoughts to run through his mind is of how arrogant he had been to think it would be that easy and wondering of the mercy he had been miraculously shown.

However as he lays lifeless and bleeding on the cold floor where many had lost their lives the long talons of the wendigo finger the leather strapped pendent around his neck, a symbol she had almost forgotten and as she nuzzles into his neck, taking in his scent, the cage opens and shifter's come to take the injured outsider from her. Caiden looks down into the creature's eyes with more than a drop of annoyance "this makes us even…"

By the time Dyson woke up the sun was rising, not that you could see it in the windowless room, a room he had never before laid eyes on, he could smell the dust and dirt of old concrete but the thick grey walls were hidden from him by an array of colored sheets and fairy lights, he notices the large messy stack of toys, games and books, a small mattress in the far corner with layers of pillows and blankets. It was as though he had stepped into a child's hideaway. He felt it then, the numbness, drugs no doubt, and found the careful bindings of his wounds, a blanket tucked around him with utmost care as a small voice comes from nowhere "I'm sorry."

In his dazed state he can't quite pin it until the figure steps barefoot into the dim light, she's just a girl, early twenties but in that long white fluffy robe and clutching a moth eaten bunny to her she looks much younger. She's pale, like her skin has never met the sun, with ridiculously long ringlets of chocolate falling down her back, she's small, so small and it doesn't dawn on him how small until Dyson's across the room gripping her shoulders in a vice like grip and snarling "where am I?"

"My room" she shrugs like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

He looks at her, really looks at her and watches as red flakes sparkle in her bright blue eyes, so innocent, his grip loosens "and where is your room exactly?"

A small smile spreads onto her to young face followed by another shrug "I don't know; I just go wherever Caiden takes me."

Realization dawns on him as Dyson smells the familiar scent of blood, seeping onto her robe with the force he'd used to grab her, he remembered injuring the Wendigo with the same wound "you? You're the Wendigo? …You're just a child."

"Well of course silly and I'll have you know I'm at almost nine hundred…I think." She laughs with a pondering smile and heads over to the long mirror to rebadge her bleeding arm with a light hum, not even seeming to notice the pain.

As her sleeve drops he sees the mass of peach lined scars ripping up her back and arm, he watches her for a long moment before asking "why didn't you kill me?"

She freezes, their gaze meeting in the mirror as she finishes her work and loses her childlike finesse, seemingly insulted by the question "I don't just go around murdering people you know. I'm not a monster… and I said sorry."

"Never said you were" Dyson says with a cold tone, trying to drink in the woman before him.

Swallowing hard she looks away and breaks the thudding silence "don't look so worried. They won't hurt you, but Caiden has things to do, then when we're gone we'll let you go. I Promise."

To say he was mystified by that lick of knowledge would be an understatement. So taking a step forward Dyson narrows his gaze to the small girl as she changes her robe behind one of the many fabrics hanging over the walls "now why would they do that? Hell, Caiden beheaded on of his own just for bringing me in and you expect me to believe he's just going to let me walk away."

She comes out in a little blue night-dress, not as frilly or childish as the white robe, but still not quite something a young woman would wear, not in this century anyway. She skips up to him "Caiden's a meany, but he keeps his promises."

Dyson sees her look to pendent he had worn for so long with such honor "and what promise is it that's keeping me alive?"

She giggles again, biting her nails as a finger comes to press the tip of his nose lightly "nosy puppy…"

Suddenly he's grabbed her hand and sees the spark of fear in her eyes before he throws her wrist away and speaks coldly "I'm not your damn puppy."

With a tilt of her head she smiles, look him in the eye "right, they call you Dyson? Mari, I'm Mari. Do like music? Caiden just got me this brand new singer box."

"You mean stereo." He raises a brow to her, he can see this girl, Mari, is obviously cracked but he won't be won't be caught off guard again, let alone allow himself care for this fractured creature… that's what he told, no, swore to himself.

He was wrong.