A.N.: Thank you for your support and kind words! A few people have noticed that some of this comes from the Mass Effect series, which I am a huge fan of. This story is inspired by that, 50 First Dates, and of course, Lost Girl. Mistakes are mine, the rest is just an attempt to write a story with amazing characters created by others.


"What happened, Martin?" Lauren raised her voice. "What the fuck happened?"

She seldom yelled. She seldom swore as well. She was not in the habit of making people fear her, much less yelling at people who made mistakes. She understood that mistakes were a great part of science and discoveries but seeing Bo struggling and fighting, all she could think about in that moment was what if they had lost her. And the fact that the patient had called out her real name. A tension was beginning to build at the back of her head. She had to take care of this pathetic man in front of her first.

"I don't know," Martin shrugged. "I gave her a second dose of sedatives just in case."

"You were supposed to check the numbers, Doctor Martin," Lauren stared at him, her voice dangerously quiet. She just about had enough of his incompetence, despite his rare moments of brilliance. "Did you check them?"

"I did!" The man exclaimed indignantly. "You would have read my reports that I made minor adjustments if you didn't spend so much time reading to her!"

"Well, if you didn't spend as much time ogling her as you did going through her charts, you would have spotted it earlier!" Lauren spat back heatedly, her adrenaline and fatigue surfacing.

The man glared at her, before stomping away, muttering a string of expletives. It was petty and childish but she was glad to be rid of that fool. And she was strangely proud of herself for standing up for Bo.

Bo.

Since when had Lauren thought of her as Bo and not just the succubus in a coma? She may have, as Martin said, read to her and even just sat with Bo sometimes. She made it her personal duty to clean and bathe the succubus each time after the multitude of surgeries and experiments, now even venturing to comb the seemingly untamable mane with a brush. Just last week she came in with a razor and some shaving cream to tend to the overgrowth on the succubus' underarms and legs. She did this out of concern for her patient, knowing that two years in a coma would make anyone horrified and self-conscious.

Or did she?

She waved that thought away, as she felt her heart rate drop to a normal 80. She cared for each of her patients, the same way she cared for Bo. Granted, her patients were generally not as well-endowed or attractive as the succubus. Her toned arms, despite two years of stasis, still retained its musculature; her eyes, though Lauren has only seen it once, were a rich, deep chestnut filled with such mystery and passion; her short frame matched her petite size with her now slightly rosy cheeks. She could not forget the moment Bo stared back at her, completely trusting someone whom she had never met to relax as the sedative cocktail was injected into her bloodstream.

Bo had called her Karen. The thought was not as pressing as stabilizing her patient right now but it nagged at her. There was no possible way that she knew Bo, or that Bo knew her. She had discarded that previous life when she ran. She momentarily considered ending the succubus' life before remembering her oath as a doctor. Lauren needed to get to the bottom of this, stat.

The blonde wondered about the succubus as adjusted the machines keeping her alive. She watched her, chest rising and falling softly. An involuntary desire to kiss the unconscious woman hit her suddenly. Her throat suddenly drier than a desert and a familiar ache burned between her thighs akin to the sun.

Lauren was not a sexual creature, in fact, she had been called the opposite on many occasions. She had not slept with anyone since Nadia. And that was five years ago. Her work for the Light fae was the centre of her life now, the lab was now her natural habitat. But the pulse of lust she suddenly felt for the succubus was a little overwhelming. Steadying herself, she sat in the armchair near Bo. It was the fatigue, it must be. She did not even know Bo, or even if Bo was into women though she had no doubt that with what she had read up on the specifics of succubi-incubi biology, Bo could enthrall her by simply lifting a finger.

Her headache was returning, she was definitely more tired than she had thought. Her eyelids drooped, hypnotized by the soft pumping and beeping the machines were doing.

"Beth," she heard herself mumble before fully entering sleep's warm embrace.


"Dennis," Bo croaked. "Bo Dennis."

"Good, your birthday?" the blonde asked softly, handing the groggy succubus some water.

Bo drank deeply from the bottle handed to her. The cool water flowed gently down her throat, soothing the parched larynx. She muttered a thanks to the doctor before taking another long sip. The doctor continued speaking to her about her body and how her fae genetics have been completely restored to an optimal state through a project funded by the Light.

Bo grimaced upon hearing about the Light and hissed slightly as the IV needle was taken out, half-contemplating if she should just chi-suck everyone here, and make a run for it. Then she remembered Karen. The blonde hovered around her, untangling wires and removing needles and electrodes.

With her eyesight and the rest of her faculties back, Bo was fully able to appreciate the beautiful blonde in her vicinity. Karen was still stunning. Her blonde hair fell just past her shoulders, curling lazily near the end; her brown eyes, alert but calming; her stance, professional yet her aura. Bo gulped as she fought to keep in control. The dancing bright blues and violets, yellows and greens, oranges and reds was sending the succubus' mind into overdrive. The lust in the aura was not overwhelmingly strong as it was peculiar and it was the first time Bo had seen anything like it. It was beyond beautiful.

Bo was honestly a little confused. She examined the doctor closely: all that had changed was the length of her hair. Everything else was somewhat the same yet Karen showed no sign of remembering her.

"Aren't birthdays supposed to be a secret? You know, most well-kept secret and all, Doctor…?" Bo smirked, deciding to play it cool.

"Lauren, I mean, Lewis," the blonde stuttered, extending a hand. "L-Lauren Lewis."

A gasp found its way out of Bo's throat as their hands touched. Not only was the doctor's hand soft and warm like she remembered, her aura had spiked to an almost-blinding white light, making Bo blink her eyes fast.

"Something wrong?" Lauren grasped the side of her patient's head, lowering herself to eye-level. "Do you feel any pain?"

"No, no. Not particularly," Bo shook her head, slightly embarrassed but unwilling to admit that someone from her past had grown to be this beautiful that even a soft brush of their hands could have sent Bo into a spiral of pleasure. Furthermore, they supposedly had just met.

"My god, you are beautiful," Lauren breathed, smiling slightly as she gave the brunette a once-over. The smile was quickly replaced with a frown as the blonde's eyes shot downward, hurriedly continuing. "I meant that professionally."

Their faces were inches apart, need was beginning to override logic as Bo felt the hunger in her bubble. Her eyes flashed an electric blue, but she still steeled herself, reminding the succubus that she was not going to harm Karen - Lauren, she mentally corrected herself. She cleared her throat and her brain in one instant, oddly proud that she could still control herself after that gruelling fight.

The blonde turned away leaving Bo to wonder about the body that lay below the shapeless, white lab coat. Granted, she had not seen that body for more than ten years but had thought of it often. Her once too-skinny legs were now toned and never-ending and to Bo's delight, they were not covered by the loose material. Bo traced the outline of Lauren's calves, etching each inch in her mind. Her throat was dry, and her control was faltering. Her mind sent back to that one glorious night at the barn. Her breathing began to hitch and she felt herself wanting to feel the doctor's body flush against hers again, lying below her with her soft moans of ecstasy.

"How long was I out?" Bo asked evenly after clearing her throat, despite the close-to-devastating need to devour the beauty before her. She needed to contain this but boy, was she hungry.

The blonde seemed to hesitate before continuing, "I know this is hard to hear, but you've been in good hands."

"Never doubted you or your hands," Bo assured, her tone determined. "Tell me, Doc, I can handle it."

"Two years."

The answer was simple but the two words weighed a ton in the succubus' heart. The implications slammed straight into her. Her mind went into overload and all she could think of was her best friend.

"K-Kenzi?" Bo whispered, afraid of the answer. She would have never forgiven herself if anything happened to that girl. Again her mind began to careen out of control, wondering how pathetic and miserable her life would be without her spunky, courageous best friend.

"You mean the little Goth girl?" Lauren raised an eyebrow.

Bo nodded, unable to speak. Her amassed fears were throwing her into a small panic attack. She clenched her hands down at her side, knowing if they were freed, she would have wanted to shake the blonde for a fast answer, a right answer.

"She's been here every other day since she was released," Lauren smiled and tilted her head towards Bo's bedside table. "And yes, she was fine when she last came in," she added as the succubus was about to ask.

Bo released the breath she did not know she was holding before turning her attention to the bedside table. It was filled with tequila, chocolates, and cereal among other things – no doubt Kenzi had been here. Bo could not help but chuckle at her best friend's adorable antics. She reached out to grab a card, a teddy bear with a stethoscope, and began to laugh.

The doctor, who had been busy typing into the computer terminal nearby, turned to look at Bo, quirking an eyebrow.

"Looks like Kenzi has already given you a nickname," Bo grinned, handing Lauren the card.

"Doctor Hotpants?" Lauren asked, clearly incredulous. "What's wrong with my pants?"

As the blonde began to check herself, Bo realized how much she had been missed her and it was like fawning over a crush all over again. Bo did crushes, sure. She did them and left them; that was her one rule, aside from the frequent backtracking with Dyson. But this was a renewed level of infatuation and she was elated that she had gotten a second chance.

What bothered her the most was that Lauren did not seem to remember her at all. The blonde was completely oblivious to her existence and prior relationship. Was this a defence mechanism of sorts? Maybe she was so hurt by Bo that she actively chose to forget the worst parts of her life. Maybe this was not the Karen she knew after all, just someone who looked and acted remarkably like her. Maybe she had actually died and this was her personal hell - to watch the one that got away forever and never be able to remember her or the love they once shared.

Shaking her head to clear her mind, Bo smirked at the doctor, who was still checking herself. It was oddly arousing, looking something like a strip-tease without the music or excessive dance moves or the loss of clothes. Nonetheless, it was extremely sensual the way Lauren's fingers moved inch by inch up her calves, to her knees, to her thighs and did the same with the other leg.

"There isn't anything wrong with you Kar-Lauren," Bo chuckled lightly to hide her faux-pas while she inwardly chided herself. "You just fill those pants out very well."

"Oh, um, thank you," came the shy reply, her tone lack of any indication that she had heard.

If sexual tension was quantifiable, Bo knew the doctor would have said it was too much to be measured. Lauren's aura was practically driving Bo back into a coma, with the succubus' own brain driving her to insanity. The intensity was blinding and Bo felt her throat tighten just as her grip began to do so at the side of the bed. Her body began to react to the sexual energy appearing in the room like the pockets of air bubbling up in hot water. She was momentarily grateful for the patient gown as she felt the wetness that was pooling between her thighs.

"Ms. Dennis?" the doctor had looked up and was examining her. "Ms. Dennis, are you okay?"

"Hungry," Bo growled, the succubus inside threatening to unleash itself upon the poor blonde.

"Oh!" the blonde quickly rifled through her drawers and brought out a sandwich. "Grilled portobello and goat cheese?"

"Not that kind of hungry, Doctor," Bo purred and her eyes flashed blue; her succubus was showing. Her lips curled into a seductive smile, waiting for the doctor to understand.

"Uh…" the blond paused and frowned, her eyes suddenly widening as she began to pat herself down.

The completely innocent action sent Bo's hunger into a crazy spiral as she was literally clamping her hands down, sitting on them. How the succubus in her managed to make every unintentional movement of the blonde into something sexual was beyond her. This was definitely a first for her, but she dismissed it to the two years of hunger she had accrued.

But it kept growing and growing, Bo could barely keep her hands under her or the moan from her throat. The doctor, who had taken to searching her drawers again, glanced up at the brunette, the movement in her actions now more hurried. The need was instinctual and primal and a part of her knew that the beautiful Lauren was going to be a scrumptious feast yet she wrestled it.

"Bring someone in," Bo panted. The internal struggle was maddening and tiring. "Hurry, Doc."

A flash of unreadable emotion flashed across the doctor's face and her aura flared. Bo could have possibly deciphered it except that the hunger was far too strong now and she leapt from her seated position at Lauren with a carnal growl.

Finally, the succubus inside licked her lips.

She fell to the ground before she could reach Lauren. There was a sting in her neck and though there was still a need, it was somewhat latent and dulled, somehow becoming smaller and dimmer. Her brain reacted in suit.

Bo looked up at Lauren dumbly, who did not move from her position, staring at her with a EpiPen-like thing in her hands.

"Bo!" Lauren recovered from the shock first and bent down to help the succubus. "Are you all right?"

"Hell of a sting, Karen," the brunette mumbled and rubbed at her neck, grimacing. "Who knew you were so nimble?"

Bo felt her eyes widen when she realized what she had said. Lauren did not react. Maybe she did not hear it. They moved to the bed again, this time Bo lied down obediently as Lauren looked her over. The throbbing in her neck has begun to subside as the doctor worked her fingers over Bo's impromptu injection.

"What was that?" Bo asked, trying to change the subject. Her hunger was now barely noticeable.

"Something I developed for an incubus once," Lauren explained as she rubbed the spot where the EpiPen had pierced. "I modified it for you, just in case you woke up a sexually frustrated and starving succubus."

"Not too far off from that," Bo closed her eyes in shame. "I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry," Lauren sighed. "I forgot that you were a succubus for a while and your biological imperative demanded you feed, despite you having recovered during the course of the two years you've been here."

"Thank god you're fast," Bo smiled. She was grateful she had not scared the blonde away and that she understood, not condemning her. "And those fingers of yours are magic."

"What? These old things?" Lauren gave her a lopsided smile. "Eight years of medical school ought to have paid off by now."

"Well, thank you Doc," Bo bowed her head as best she could in her prone position. "So, what kind of fae are you?"

"I'm the insatiably curious human doctor type," Lauren chuckled, her laugh still sent tingles down the succubus' spine. "You know it's kind of rude to ask that right?"

"It's only fair I get to know about you," Bo shrugged and grinned. "Not apologising for getting to know you, Doc, considering that you've most probably seen me naked."

She knew she was being a little brazen but watching the blonde blush, she simply could not resist. She was briefly reminded of high school and the winding hallways filled with lockers, winking at her as they passed each other, sneaking kisses with Karen in empty classrooms.

"I could think of worst things to look at," Lauren ducked her head lower before returning to face Bo with a brilliant smile.

"I'm sure, Doctor," Bo smiled mischievously. "Though we are unorthodox, I must say."

"Hmm?"

"It usually happens the other way round, does it not? Getting the conversation out of the way before getting down and dirty?"

Lauren's eyes widened briefly and her aura spiked exponentially. Bo could no doubt guess what was going on in the gorgeous blonde's head, she was sure that the doctor was still as adventurous and imaginative. Now would be a good time to test the waters and gauge how much of the sexual energy the blonde was exuding came of her own doing or of Bo's.

"Breath Doc," Bo chuckled lightly. "So, what can I do to thank you and your magic fingers?"

"You can thank them all night," Lauren whispered.

Bo arched an eyebrow and turned her head toward the doctor who was now blushing a deep red, a horrified look upon her face. It was amusing and surprising to see the lab-coat clad professional looking so flustered and the girl she once knew acting so bold. Bo was sure she had not even used her powers on the blonde yet.

"D-Did I… I didn't… E-Excuse me," the doctor moved back to her desk for a while before returning with a small Band-Aid.

Bo could not keep the smirk inside and stared as Lauren avoided eye contact. Ever the awkward teenager. Her lips were so very close to her own right now. Bo was sure that in one kiss, the doctor would succumb to all her desires.

"Hey Lauren," Bo whispered, mirth dripping in her tone.

The doctor responded to her name being called and stared into the brunette's chestnut eyes. Bo felt a low animalistic rumble within her as Lauren edged closer. She could feel the blonde's breath upon her skin. So close. She fought to keep the now-dulled lust from boiling over again.

"All night sounds good," Bo winked and began chuckling as the poor doctor began to babble scientific terms and work schedules and promptly retreated to the other end of the room.