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Disclaimer: I'm not affiliated with Lost Girl or its creators.

Muse: Carlos Santana featuring Rob Thomas ; Smooth

Rating: T

Place in time: Takes place right after chapter one; The Truth Will Set You Free

In the heat of the moment…

…Kenzi had a wardrobe malfunction

"The world should honor me. I should have a medal of bravery hanging around my awesome neck." Kenzi grinned, legs crossed under her as she gripped the controller tightly in her hand. The sounds of smashing metal boomed through the shabby walls causing the succubus to frown, plopping herself next to her friend. "Kenz…" Fingers began to stroke her temples in an effort to cease the pain. "Oh no. Don't you dare, woman. I'm determined to beat Hale's score." Her pink tongue darted out, pressing against the corner of her mouth as she concentrated.

"You can finish that later. We have business to attend to at the Dal." Without another word Bo clicked off the television, earning a groan of disapproval. "What the fae, Bo? I was saving the world from robot strippers! The world needs me!" She cried with an exasperated tone, arms waving frantically above her small frame to show the measure of urgency. It only caused Bo to laugh with a shake of her head as she pulled the younger girl off the couch. "Doesn't that thing auto-save? The world will live to see another day, robot strippers and all. Now let's go."

The car ride was unbearable. Kenzi grimaced, hand pressed dramatically onto her forehead while she sunk further into the leather seat. "It's so hot. Who the hell turned up the oven? Why are we not riding in a car with a working air condition?"

"Suck it up, sister. It's just a little heat…a little, sticky heat," Bo soon matched Kenzi's scowl as the heat began to affect her as well.

The human girl scoffed, sticking her head out of the window with a sigh of satisfaction passing through her lips. Fingers snapped as a light bulb went on in Kenzi's head. She turned to the woman beside her with bright questioning eyes. "Do you think wolf-boy sticks his head outta the window when he goes on car rides?" Laughter racked through both their bodies at the mental image. She'd have to remember to as Dyson that as soon as they got to the Dal…that was if she could even look the man in the eye long enough not to blush.

Stupid dream. Kenzi practically woke up moaning from that vivid dream of hers. She was highly disappointed that Dyson hadn't actually ingested an elixir of truth that caused him to admit all the sexy-time dreams he had of her. But a girl could dream, right? And boy did she dream. What did a girl have to do around here to get a little action in her bedroom? Besides the whole being a succubus thing, she wondered, fingers toying with the hem of her jean shorts.

Whatever. She wasn't bitter or jealous of Bo…she was just really, really heated.

Dyson snorted in amusement, elbow propped up against the bar as he watched Hale talk up some chick who was obviously not impressed. His eyes scanned the area, occasionally sniffing around for anything familiar scents. He couldn't help but sough out lightly. The tavern was cool and refreshing as opposed to the blistering heat that had decided to blanket over the area. The wolf couldn't remember the last time he'd been so hot. He was almost tempted to tear his clothes off and run around in the forest before jumping into the nearest lake.

Actually…now that the thought emerged once more he made a mental note of doing just that when he got the chance.

The rustling of Trick running around behind the counter spurred Dyson from his thoughts. Curious eyes glanced in the retired king's direction, waiting for any indication of what was going on. "Are you in trouble, my friend?" Trick merely spared him a short glance before his pacing began once more. "Trick?"

"My Geancanach is missing. The thing escaped her jar." Dyson blinked—he hadn't seen a fire pixie in ages, at least not since he'd been roaming around in Ireland; mischievous little things. He could understand why his friend was shook up. Their eyes snapped to the flickering light bulb at the corner of the room, the small pixie making a brief appearance before vanishing into thin air once more. Trick muttered profanities under his breath, earning a bemused chuckle from Dyson.

The girls made their way through the entrance, sighing out in relief as the cool air of the bar hit their flushed faces. Dyson's eyes immediately rested on Kenzi's face and he couldn't fight off the smile that tugged on the corners of his lips at the sight of her. It seemed to be his reaction to even the thought of her lately.

"Well hello there, lil' mama. How are you doin', pretty young thing?" Hale wrapped a playful arm around Kenzi's shoulder, walking her to the bar and igniting a spark of jealousy in the wolf. "Woah there, siren—what's with you all up in my grill?" With the same playful antics she pushed the man away lightly while plopping on the stool beside Dyson, much to his inner satisfaction.

"Human," he greeted her, head tilting to the side, earning a joking glare. "Scooby-doo," she grinned, poking his stomach right before his fingers clenched around the source of poking, giving it a light squeeze just as he let it go. "Very funny," Dyson chuckled while Kenzi shrugged her shoulders. "It's a gift."

"Trick, what's the emergency?" Bo inquired, fingers drumming against the bar. The group turned to the flustered-looking man as he huffed in annoyance. "I can't find that damn Geancanach!" Bo and Kenzi blinked in unison, looking to Dyson for an explanation which he provided. "It's a pixie that originates from Ireland. Their element is fire, they're mischievous little things. Sometimes they light flickering lights or setting off small fires."

"I see…," the succubus sighed, disappointed that the mission Trick had called her about turned out to be a less-than exciting task of hide-and-seek. "So where do you want us to start looking, Trickster? You got any spicy salsa to lure this little fire ball or…," Hale shot her an incredulous look. "Salsa? Really?"

Three hours. The team had searched three long hours and could not find the thing. How hard was it to find a pixie? Very hard apparently. Kenzi grunted, shoving a random chair as she searched the area for the fifth time. Dyson couldn't help but notice the girl's impatience as he walked over to her. "Problem?" She glared at the sudden flickering light bulb before them as she dashed towards it in hopes of catching the sucker. "Nope. Everything's just peachy, D-man."

He watched in amusement, arms crossed over his chest as she let out a cry of frustration, fingers tangling in her locks just as she missed the pixie by a heartbeat. "I'm going to blow you away with a fire extinguisher when I get my hands on you, you little—ah!" She shrieked at the feel of her shorts growing increasingly hot. Dyson's eyebrows furrowed together in worry as he moved in closer to the girl; she jumped about, arms waving around. "Hot! It's hot! Oh mama!"

The wolf watched with wide eyes and a hanging jaw as Kenzi's jean shorts incinerated before them, falling to a pool of ash around her feet. The pixie then appeared, reeling in laughter on the wooden table next to them. Thinking quickly, Dyson grabbed a cup and slammed it over the pixie, trapping it safely. His eyes flickered back to the girl, show imminent on her face. "Stop staring and help me!"

Indigo was definitely her color, he noted before shaking his head in an effort to rid his mind of the dirty thoughts. Kenzi stood clad in her lace panties, eyes darting in every direction as she tried her best to cover up what she could. Dyson ripped his shirt off and flung it over her petite frame, sighing out in relief as it hung on her like a dress.

Her palms slapped over her face in agony. Oh the humanity! Was this karma for all those sexy dreams of Dyson? She didn't have time to wallow in self-pity for no sooner that Dyson had flung his shirt over her (that smelled fantastic), had he wrapped a protective arm around her, pulling her close as they made a dash for the door. He made sure to shoot glares at every last gaping guy whose scents grew aroused.

Trick caught sight of them and frowned. "Where are you two going? What about the pixie?"

"It's on the table under a cup. Kenzi and I have to go…her shorts caught on fire." That sounded more ridiculous than it should have and Dyson probably shouldn't have laughed, but as it boomed through his chest he couldn't help but note the cute shade of pink that now tinted Kenzi's face. "I'm going to kill you, dog."

"You're welcome, Kenz." He didn't fail to notice how perfectly she seemed to mold against his frame.