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Bo's POV

I really don't understand that woman. She lives and breathes all things the Ash. I've been trying to spend time with Lauren for weeks. It seems the only time she even bothers to talk to me is when I visit the compound. Of course we can't forget the times when she is on official Fae business a la the Ash. Hell, I'd have a better chance asking the Ash's permission to rent Lauren out for an hour or two. Okay…That was really mean… Bad Bo. But I really miss Lauren. I miss her badly. I even miss the times when we were just working on a case together. Sure she's not Kenzi, but...I don't think that was her purpose in my life. I walk back to the car slowly, trying to sort out my thoughts. I casually glance around the cold dark quarters, and I get the feeling of being trapped. This place reminds me of a cage. Lauren is in a cage. She can't possibly enjoy being here all the time.

But she lies to me. She tells me she doesn't want to hang out, but I can feel her. Her essence says differently. I'm a succubus; I feel, and I take energy. Her energy is hypnotizing. If I could feed from her for more than 20 seconds I would be high. I would be completely satisfied, I'm sure. I lick my lips at the thought of having that chance. But that means Lauren would be… I quickly shake the feeling from my head.

In any case, now I only feed from Dyson. We never officially said we were together, but I know we are. He almost killed the male Selkie that propositioned me at the Dal last week. I smile to myself. It feels comforting to know that someone cares about you that much. I can't help but allow that same smile to fade. Dyson is right for me. I can feed from Dyson and not have to worry about waking up next to his corpse. Dyson is bound to the Light but he has his freedom. I know at the end of the night Dyson will be a willing and wanting participant in my bed. But...this all sounds wrong in a way. I'm comparing Dyson to a tool…but at least he's my tool. I smile and almost skip the rest of the way back to my car.

I open the door and almost hop in...literally. Dyson is staring straight ahead as if he is in deep thought, something that he does often.

"So?"

"So what?" I turn and smile at him.

"Why are you so happy?" He asks in his typical Dyson tone.

"I'm happy because I'm with you." I lean in quickly and kiss him on the cheek. I can sense he wants to smile or at least grin, but his pride won't let him. He blinks and turns to me.

"It took visiting the compound to make you smile about your happiness with me?" Dyson says again with no emotion. I lean back away from him a little to look him in the eye. Is Dyson jealous?

"Dyson… What? I came here to invite Lauren to go to the Dal with us."

"I know."

"Well what are you saying?"

"Nothing Bo. Where is Lauren?"

"Oh. She said she had some big report or something she had to do for the Ash. The girl wouldn't budge from her seat," I shrugged trying to be nonchalant about it. Dyson doesn't make any remarks.

"We're all entitled to some fun right?" I say trying to lighten the somber mood in the car. Dyson surprises me with a slight smile.

"Humans don't know how to have fun."

"Right…and you do?" I chuckle at him. I've never seen Dyson let loose. Well, there was that time when Raynard spiked the drinks which resulted in Kenzi and Dyson switching bodies. That was hilarious in a messed up way. He smiles again. Wow, Dyson is two for two.

"In any case…I worry about her Dyson. It's not healthy to work the hours she does without any release. I swear, sometimes I wish I could punch the Ash in his smug face." I start the engine in slight frustration.

"Bo. Lauren belongs to the Ash. Nothing the Ash does is in vain, which means whatever Lauren is working on is important to our kind. You can't interfere with that," Dyson explains with his typical kiss the Ash's ass wisdom. He doesn't know what Lauren is going through. I might be Fae, but I was raised as a human, and they weren't meant to be treated like slaves. He doesn't get that. He doesn't get that I care for Lauren, and I just want to see her smile more often. I want to see her have a life that we all deserve. He doesn't get that I would suck the entire chi out of the Ash if he ever harmed her. I'd bring this whole compound to the ground if anyone ever hurt Dr. Lauren Lewis.

I close my eyes to clear my thoughts for a moment.

"I understand Dyson." I then lean in to kiss Dyson on the cheek again and began to drive towards the Dal. I'm happy.

Lauren's POV

I threw my keys onto the table as I entered my apartment. I'm physically and mentally exhausted. I had been working on the outbreak report for an additional three hours. If I had not been distracted with my thoughts of Bo I would have been able to leave earlier. To make matters worse I was almost caught by Bo herself. I need to be more tactful in the way I carry out my personal research. As I sat down and laid my head on the back of the couch I let out a long breath I wasn't aware I had been holding. Everything was incredibly amiss. Working for the Ash, Bo and I, my life… How can I continue like this? How much longer can I allow the Ash to reign over me? And then there is Bo. How can I possibly tell her how I feel? Do I even have the courage to tell her how I feel? What do I plan to accomplish? There are two rather large facts that hinder any type of relationship with Bo: she's a succubus, and she's with Dyson.

I carry my thoughts with me as I go to the fridge to grab a Pellegrino. I twist the cap off and began swallowing large mouthfuls of water in my anxiety. She seems to enjoy her time with Dyson quite a bit. The fact that she's with him on a regular basis tells me she cares for him a lot. Of course I knew that. They had been sleeping together for a while now, initially under the purposes for Bo to heal. But now it seems to be more consistent or frequent considering Dyson goes home with Bo almost every night. I wonder what it feels like for Dyson to have someone like Bo all to himself. He is incredibly fortunate I'm sure. I let my mind wander to the other reason Bo and I are incompatible: she needs to have sex to survive. Sure, our brief studies suggest that I could help Bo replenish to a certain degree. But my energy compared to the energy of another Fae is drastic. I am merely a snack where any standard Fae would be considered a four course meal to Bo. This of course is my hypothesis based on information we both contributed.

I throw my empty bottle in the trash and decide on a shower. A nice long hot shower followed by a nice warm bed. This brought a slight smile to my face. I strip down bare on my way to the bathroom and toss my clothes into the bin. I turn the shower on to the right setting and step in. I let the water cascade over my hair first, and I lean back to let it flow to the rest of my body. As I begin to reach for my favorite shower gel I hear a loud thud. I immediately turn off the shower and grab my robe. I look quickly around the bathroom scanning for anything that can be used as a weapon or in self-defense. I see my hand mirror lying on the counter and decide that I have no other choice. I creep out of the bathroom, and I don't see anyone in the living room. I'm perplexed but reason it could have been anything. As I begin to turn back around I hear something.

"Lauren…" It's coming from behind the front door. I ready my mirror again and look through the peep hole. Oh my god. I rush to open the door and find a bloodied and badly beaten Bo barely leaning on the wall. I rush over to help her.

"Bo. Goodness. Are you okay? What happened?" I'm frantic and worried. There is blood all over her shirt. Her face is swollen and appears to have been punched rather hard. She has a cut on her neck and multiple abrasions on her arms. Not to mention she's breathing rather strangely. I start checking for more damage.

"Lauren…I need you..." Bo can barely get the words out. I reason it is due to the broken ribs that I feel upon further examination.

"Shh. Bo... I'm right here...I've got you," I reassure her. I try to quiet her as the more she talks the heavier she breathes which expands her chest cavity and aggravates her broken ribs.

"No...Lauren...I need you to heal me…" She looks at me with desperate eyes. Suddenly, I feel like I won't be able to stand much longer either.