Accidental Bonding

The rapid thud of running feet echoed down the alley. Bo, Kenzi knew, was making her way through the building to her left and, if things worked out, Wolf-man was in-route to the small back alley cross-section she was headed for.

Clearing a trashcan Kenzi risked a look over her shoulder. With a yelp, she lunged forward and ran harder. Big, tall, and creepy was way too close for comfort.

Rounding the corner she barely had the time to realize there was a figure in the way before she crashed into them. It took a fraction of a second longer to realize she'd run into the nasty piece-of-work they'd been hunting for the last week; the Crazy Lady (fully deserving capital letters and a copyright) being much harder to pin down then they'd thought. It took a full second to feel the sharp pain in the junction where her neck met her shoulder and another three seconds before she was sent hurtling through the air.

Fortunately, for her, things had gone according to plan and the Dyson was there to catch her. She felt him tug on her shirt and vest so he could get his strong hand clamped over the wound the Crazy Lady had given her. His hand was large, and warm on her bare skin, and helped her get her bearings.

Then Bo was breaking through the back door and the three-pronged bladed thingy they'd had to barter away an old clock for was flying. Bo's aim was perfect; the Crazy Lady was officially sealed away. Thank Fae.

Although the Bad Guy Laugh the Crazy Lady let loose before impact gave Kenzi shivers.

"Are you alright?" Bo was crouched next to them; her eyes fixed on D-man's hand.

"Yeah, sure," Kenzi one shoulder shrugged.

"I'm not sure that the Tyari didn't hit something major in her neck," Dyson stated.

"We should get her to the Clinic," Bo was already moving.

It took a surprising lack of time for Dyson to get her to the car; his hand still firmly in place. He settled in the back next to her while Bo moved behind the wheel.

Kenzi wanted to complain because she felt fine. There was no pain, no weak feeling, and no nothing. Which was strange 'cause she was pretty sure the Crazy Lady had jabbed a finger into her neck. Huh.

Maybe they should go to the Clinic.

Timing her movements to Dyson's to get out of the car was a bit awkward, but they managed without loosening his grip. He insisted on carrying her, which was just as awkward but manageable. They got her settled on one of those funky hospitable beds and spread a bunch of weird doctor objects around her.

"Now," Lauren said, "I'm going to have Dyson remove his hand. Depending on the damage, I may have to clamp on a major blood vessel. It will hurt, but I need you to try to hold as still as possible. Alright?"

"Okay," Kenzi said. What else was she supposed to say?

"On three. One. Two. Three," and D-man pulls his hand back fast and gets out the way. Lauren moves forward, a metal thingy that looks like tongs in her hand. Then everyone just stops.

Kenzi blinks a few times.

"Well, what's the damage Doc?" She asks just to break the silence.

"There isn't any…" Lauren trails off. Tilting her head.

Dyson moves closer grabbing her collar to show where she'd been hit. Kenzi can see that there is blood on his fingers, but nowhere's near as much as there should be.

"There's a mark," he declares, voice dark and solemn.

"Uh, oh." Kenzi sums up.

A few days and many hours of research later she is sitting in Trick's lair. Trick has a book open in his hands standing by the desk. D-man has fetched up against the wall by the door with Hale just a few steps away and Bo paces the small area along the bookshelves. Dr. Hot-Pants sits in a chair, having given up trying to get Bo to settle.

"Alright, first I need to ask a question. I need to know who was the first person to have skin to skin contact with Kenzi after she got hurt," Trick, sounding very serious.

"I was," Dyson says.

"Ah," Trick voices, "I was afraid of that."

"What, why?" Kenzi yelps. She didn't want to be a reason the Wolf-man got hurt. D's expression didn't shift.

"Because," Trick starts, "his is the only nature that would complicate the spell."

"Well, what sort of spell is it?" Bo demands.

"It's a binding spell."


A/N: Tyari is a randomly generated name I got off a website. I wouldn't Google it and can be replaced by whatever you wish. What the Crazy Lady was mattered little, just the spell she used.