Here's my next installment of this story which is taking me on interesting twists and turns. Sadly none of the Lost Girl characters belong to me... sigh...

Hope you enjoy...

Cyrus, an old, dark fae, wolf shifter had spent years keeping to the background. He'd built a sizable pack with his mate a blood shifter; she could change into the last creature whose blood she tasted, she could also hold other creatures in blood thrall, something which had proven very useful over the years. At the moment, however, Cyrus was pacing impatiently. He had been waiting for two of their thralls to return. They could, like their mother an elemental that'd been held in thrall till she was no longer useful, hide their scent; they were however impetuous, and often forgot. He hoped they were smart enough to hide from watchful eyes this time.

His sister Tenia, a beautiful tawny haired woman, sat watching him pace, "Cyrus, I have to ask again what, exactly, is it about the succubitch and her pet that is so important?"

He spun and growled deep in his throat and his eyes flashed dangerously, "You ask stupid questions. They are the ones who killed Alphis – or have you forgotten the death of your son?" Tenia snarled at her brother, "Of course not."

He replied, "Then remember it was the human who managed to steal both the amulet and ring in the midst of the fray at the pack safe house." Tenia crossed her legs irritatedly, "the succubus I believe, but the human – you behave as if she isn't a pet doing what she was told by her master."

His eyes again flashed his annoyance, "so you say, but when Alphis and three other pack members went to their home the human survived while Alphis didn't. A pet shouldn't have. They even whipped her with our acid mixture – there has to be more to her than meets the eye and she was the one who stabbed your son. She should have been a dead gift to her master, but she somehow survived."

"Does that mean you'll actually let me kill her, since she is the one who killed Alphis I should get the rip the throat out of the stupid little pet." Tenia asked her brother, who often forced her to stay out of combat. Cyrus looked at her with a sinister grin, "maybe."

An hour or so later the youngsters came in. Cyrus stood, "took you long enough, what news have you?"

The elder of the two thralls clenched his mouth shut, but Cyrus barred his canines and growled deep in his chest, "Tell me before I find ripping your throat out is more interesting than waiting." With a sigh the younger said, "The human was with a wolf all day, and I believe to get to the pet you'll have find her alone again, without either the succubus or the wolf. I can no longer tell who she belongs to. The wind said she smelled more strongly of the wolf then her succubus master."

Cyrus growled, "Did you happen to catch a name for this wolf?"

The elder thrall continued to try struggling, but in the end muttered, "Dyson."

Cyrus and his sister looked at one another for a moment before he clarified, "Dyson you say?" The younger elemental nodded tiredly. Cyrus growled, "I've been waiting a very long time to kill that light wolf bastard. It will be nice to have another chance at it. Now, the cubs who were supposed to kill the human didn't find the amulet or the ring. Did you?'

"They seem to have returned them to your human pet's mother," replied the elder of the two elementals.

Cyrus grinned, "Oh good, that part will be easy, we'll simply tell her to retrieve them again. The shifter licked his lips, "I believe I've developed a renewed desire for that human's blood along with the blood of wolf that killed our father."

Tenia finally spoke up again, "The human is mine Cyrus. We can set up a trap near that waystation all the idiot light fae seem to like so well." Cyrus' eyes flashed and his canines grew, "that sounds like a lovely plan. But I have something which might work better. He and Tenia called to one of their son's; he was a medical student and could, perhaps, find a way to deliver a gift to the succubus.

As full dark settled, Kensi and Dyson arrived in the parking lot of the Dal. Kensi was fidgeting and chewing on her lip again. Dyson ran a hand over her riot of curls and asked, "What's wrong?"

Kensi shook her head, "You'll think…nothing… I'm good." She started to get out of the car, but Dyson grabbed her arm and arched a brow, "I'll think what?" Kensi sighed, "nothing, I'm just being silly and jumping the gun."

He grinned, "Maybe, but I still want to know and we're not going anywhere till you tell me."

Kensi sighed quietly, knowing full well he'd keep them in the car till he got his way, "Ok, fine. As I understand the politics, everyone believes I belong to Bo." Dyson nodded waiting for her to get to the point. She looked up at him with her electric grey-blue eyes, eyes that looked so fae without her normal khol around them. "Um, do I still? I mean in your eyes? I mean do you still see me as Bo's human?"

Dyson thought about what she was asking, his wolf mind gave an unequivocal no. However, his human mind knew he had to give her the choice, "Do you want me to?"

Kensi bit her lip again, "I'd rather not belong to anyone; I guess in my mind I'm yours. Bo is my sister, but you… "she looked into his eyes, "you are a my mate." She thought it was strange for that word to come out of her mouth, but it was the only word that fit.

Dyson couldn't help but smile at her, "So what is the issue? I am all for your answer." She laughed at the happiness she heard in his voice, and reached over to stroke the side of his face with her small hand. "Well, um, is there something, some way we can tell the world that? I mean it might hurt Bo's feelings, at first, since she kind of thinks we're both hers, but in the end she'll totally understand."

He tilted his head and stared, surprised, "Are you asking me to mark you as mine?" When she nodded, he continued, "That's something you can never change and I don't want you to…" Kensi shut him up with a kiss, "it won't ever change." Dyson stroked her hair and kissed her deeply. "I will do that if you like, but I think we should wait until we're home to do it properly."

Kensi grinned at him, "home? Would that be my crack shack or your loft?" Dyson shrugged, "I don't know, but I'd like to think you'll be spending more nights in my bed than not. Don't see any reason to rub this in Bo's face. So shall we head in to dinner?" Kensi got out of the car and walked to Dyson. He took her small hand, intertwined his fingers with hers, and they walked into the Dal together. It was early enough that the pub wasn't very crowded.

Trick looked up and saw Dyson and Kensi come in holding hands. They approached the bar and took stools next to one another. Kensi asked, "Do you have any of that amazing stew? The wolf man and I have been wandering in the woods all day and apparently that makes a girl hungry." Dyson laughed, "It was your idea to go to the lake if I remember correctly." Kensi grinned, "yeah, so? Doesn't mean I didn't work up an appetite, now does it?" Trick chuckled, "Yes, there is stew. Dyson would you like a bowl as well?" He nodded and ordered them each a beer as well.

Trick surreptitiously watched his old friend and the young human. There was a new closeness about them, but more so there was a relaxed, he might go so far as to say happy, look in each of their eyes. It was something he wasn't used to seeing from either of them- guarded yes, masked emotions sure, but simple happiness – not generally. The bartender turned his back to straighten up the bottles and thought about what he was seeing. It was possible they'd slept together, but it both felt and appeared to be far more than that. He supposed only time would tell. He turned back with a smile on his face because it was really nice to see both Dyson and Kensi laughing and happy with their defenses at a minimum.

Two bowls of stew and two beers were set in front of them. Dyson started to pick his up and head towards a table, but Kensi had other ideas and began eating as though she'd not seen food in days. He set his food back on the bar and watched her eat for a moment with a snarky grin on his face. Kensi looked up at him, "what? I was distracted from my breakfast and I even broke a sweat today" she said and stuck her tongue out at him between bites. Dyson shook his head and sat down at the bar, he dug into his meal with only slightly less gusto. Kensi loved Trick's stew, "Tricks man, I don't ever want to know what's in this stuff, but" and she stopped to lick the bowl clean, "I think I might gain a whole nother person if you let me eat it too often." Trick picked up her bowl and poured her another beer. Dyson muttered, "with all the dog jokes you throw at me, you really just licked that bowl clean didn't you?" Kensi nodded and drank down half her beer. "Oh come on, you cannot tell me that in the centuries you've been alive you've never licked your plate clean." He grinned at her, "nope I can't tell you that, but you can have more if you're that hungry." She smacked his arm, "It's a complement to the chef. Wait, maybe that's burping, but anyway I just like it, I don't need another whole bowl or I'll have to waddle back to the car."

This caused trick to burst out laughing. Both Kensi and Dyson looked at him, expecting the small man to share the joke. He shook his head and wiped a tear from his eye, "sorry my dear, I just imagined you waddling, I just don't think you'd be very steady in the heels you so prefer." Kensi wrinkled up her nose, "see that's why I just licked the bowl clean." They three friends laughed and talked for a while longer when Kensi excused herself to the ladies room.

Trick turned to face Dyson fully and arched his eyebrow. "Are you really going to simply leave me to make my assumptions about what I see?" Dyson finished his beer and smirked, "sure, your guesses generally don't force me to talk, so have at it." He crossed his arms and leaned the stool back a little. Trick tilted his head to the side a little, "you've obviously slept together, but there is something more to it." A light clicked in Trick's eyes, "I thought you loved Bo."

Dyson put his elbows on the bar, "I thought I did too, but I seem to have been wrong. I don't need to hide, pretend, or be anything besides myself, and well my wolf feels very keenly that Kensi is our mate, not Bo. Trick, Bo had my head spinning so hard and so fast that I never stopped to commune with myself. It was one emergency, one healing, after another so I never questioned why everything felt more intense when she was with Kensi. I know that there could be political fallout, but I just… fuck it, I just don't care. I would just as soon live in the woods with that girl than any palace in the world with anyone else." Kensi had come into the room while they were talking, and since they hadn't noticed her she eavesdropped a little. When Dyson came to the end of his little speech she snuck up behind him and kissed between his shoulders. Then she climbed up on the rung of his barstool to whisper in his ear, "I'd rather live in the woods with you than anywhere else with anyone else, too."

Dyson reached behind him and pulled her into his lap, causing her to yelp. "Hasn't anyone ever told you it's impolite to eavesdrop?" he asked with a smile. Kensi kissed his nose, "sure, but I figured they must be wrong since it's so much easier for people to talk when they think nobody can hear them." Kensi squirmed till she was sitting on his leg comfortably. "So, is the grilling done?" Trick sputtered, "There was no grilling, girly." She arched an eyebrow at him, "yeah right, you've been waiting to talk to D alone since we walked in. Not to mention my ears were burning - so I guessed, and you gave such a good response!" Trick pretended to be gruff with her, but gave up for a smile and a shake of the head, "you are an imp." Kensi tilted her head and thought about it, "wait, I read about imps in one of your books; I am so not that ugly. Take it back," she sat up and failed miserably at looking indignant. Dyson grinned, "You look nothing like an imp sweetheart, though you do have an interesting propensity for trouble." Kensi managed to swing herself around so she was sitting in his lap and facing him, "Well I guess you'll just have to work on reforming me then, aye detective?" She had a huge grin on her face which suddenly became a bit pensive as she put her head on his chest. Dyson instantly understood the problem as he smelled Bo and Lauren enter the bar. Kensi moved to slide off his lap, but Dyson grabbed and held her to him. He whispered into her hair, "We have nothing to hide, my love."

Kensi sighed into his chest and gripped his vest, but then sat up straight and stared at him; he saw the fear in her eyes. He kissed her softly and murmured in his native language before kissing the top of her head. As this was happening between the two of them, Bo and Lauren reached the bar and were staring. Trick interrupted their stares, "what can I get for you ladies?" Lauren shook her head as though coming out of a trance, "a bottle of wine please." Bo could not take her eyes off the pair cuddling at the bar. Kensi took a deep breath and looked over at her, "fancy meeting you here Boski, I thought you were going to be locked up in the docs love shack all weekend."

Bo narrowed her eyes a little, "we decided to come out for a drink; I see you are feeling better." Her voice was harsher than usual towards Kensi, and she continued aggressively, "I thought you were going to spend the weekend blissfully alone." Dyson turned his head and answered, "I saw no reason for her to be in pain if I could heal it, and we both know how much she treasures being all by herself Bo."

Kensi tried again to squirm away, and again Dyson held her close. He arched his brow at Bo, "You've something else to say?" Bo gritted her teeth and started to walk away, but after a few steps she turned and looked at Kensi, her eyes flashed a powerful blue instead of her chocolate brown; "I just didn't know you were a slut."Bo crossed her arms and began a tirade about traitors and friends. Before Bo'd been speaking for more than a minute Kensi squirmed out of Dyson's arms and smacked her. "You are one to talk about being a slut; at least I don't screw someone different each night and keep others on the side just in case. Besides you have done nothing, but use Dyson for your needs and treat him like trash for months preferring your blond bootie call." At the comment regarding Lauren Bo punched Kensi in the mouth knocking her to the floor – "You may not speak to her that way." A deep growl began low in Dyson's chest at anyone injuring his mate – Kensi put her hand on his leg and shook her head; silently asking him to let her try to handle this. "I may not? When did you become queen shit? You've spent days moping about my injuries and now that their healed you feel the need to inflict more – let's take this outside. We shouldn't break Trick's rule about fighting even if you are, for some reason, spoiling for one." Bo's eyes glowed blue again and she snarled, "Dyson's mine."

Kensi stood up with her back to Dyson and grabbed Trick's rag off the bar; she held it up to her mouth to try stemming the bleeding from Bo's punch. She was a little nervous about Dyson's reaction to what Bo had done. "D, you want to field that one? Apparently you are spoken for." Kensi went to move away from Bo, but was grabbed and pulled back, "Don't walk away from me you spoiled little bitch, you belong to me too." Kensi's eyes widened and Bo's grip tightened. Trying to diffuse the situation Kensi said quietly, "Bobo, please let up, you're hurting me." Her eyes sparked blue again and suddenly Kensi dropped to her knees in pain, "I've learned a few new tricks lately, and if I want to cause you pain I will." She growled at a very confused Kensi.

Dyson was done putting up with this, as was Trick. Who spoke up first, "Bo, let Kensi go and please explain this sudden possessiveness." She looked at Trick, then at Dyson, and instead of doing as they asked she began dragging Kensi across the bar. Each time Kensi tried to stand an agonizing shock pulsed from her best friend's hand. Bo looked down at Kensi and snarled, "apparently you need a lesson about touching things that aren't yours." She jerked the young woman so hard Kensi felt her shoulder pop; she could not hold the scream of pain in. In the blink of an eye, Dyson was at Kensi's side, he saw the blooming bruise to the side of her face and the pain in her eyes. He stood in front of Bo and growled dangerously, "Let her go NOW!"

Without changing her grip she tilted her hips to the side as though she were trying to flirt with him, "or you'll what?"

Dyson growled again and his eyes became wolf amber, "I'd rather not discuss that, but neither Kensi nor I belong to you Bo – let her go and we can talk about this like adults rather than the spoiled brat you, not Kensi are acting like." From the other side of the bar Lauren was staring with her eyes wide and her jaw dropped. Trick looked over to her, "can you explain this?" Slowly Lauren nodded, "I think… I think something is wrong." Trick rolled his eyes, "Obviously, now tell me something useful!"

Lauren pulled out her phone and began dialing it. "Bo, can you come over here for a minute?" the blond doctor asked softly. Bo turned to walk towards Lauren, still dragging Kensi. "Bo please, my arm…" Kensi whimpered. Dyson grabbed Bo's wrist. "Let her go, you've hurt her enough." Bo dropped Kensi as though she'd was trash and continued walking to Lauren. The doctor finished her phone call and hung up her phone, her head hanging. "Bo, you were given the wrong vial of medication today. Can you tell me who administered your shot today? Remember it was done by the time I got to you."

Bo thought about it for a moment; "um, yeah that new young guy with the weird accent. I asked him where he was from, but I don't think he answered me. Why?" Lauren stemmed her panic, "Sweetie, we don't have any new doctors there. I'm the only full time doctor. We need to head back to the lab now." Bo turned around to follow Lauren, and she saw Kensi huddling on the floor in Dyson's arms. "Lauren why am I feeling irrationally angry towards everyone, but you?" The worried doctor put her arm around her succubus lover and steered her towards the door. "I don't know yet, I don't know what was given to you – but if you are feeling irrational anger we need to get you there quickly. You've already hurt Kensi; we need to get you out of here."

Bo stopped where she was, "I hurt Kensi? I must have heard that wrong." Lauren grabbed her hand, "Yes, you hurt her pretty badly; I trust Trick and Dyson will take care of her" She looked back over her shoulder with both an apology and acknowledgment she understood what happened. Bo spun out of Lauren's arm and hurried back towards the bar and was horrified. "HOLY SHIT! Kensi I am so sorry….I…" she ran to Lauren and dragged her out.

Dyson gently picked his new, young mate up and nodded to Trick that he was going to take her downstairs. Trick nodded and got one of his waitresses to watch the bar for a minute before following them down. Kensi had tears streaming down her face but she didn't make a noise. Dyson thought she had the bearing of a queen if ever he saw one. "You are so beautiful Kensi. I don't know what all that was, but obviously Bo is not in her right mind." Kensi nodded, but put her face against his chest and began to pull herself together. Dyson set her on Trick's couch and watched as she worked at not succumbing to shock. "Sweetheart, we can go to the clinic, "she interrupted him with a yelped "NO."

"Ok, do you want me to fix your shoulder?" Dyson asked.

With a kind of jerky nod Kensi said, "Please." So he laid her down and braced his knee against her armpit. It served to remind him just how small she was compared to him. She had her eyes closed, "Kensi, open your eyes m'luv." He looked deeply into her eyes, feeling guilt at causing her more pain, but showed her all the love he felt for her, and then jerked the shoulder and it popped back into place. Kensi bit through her lip rather than scream again. As he folded her arm against her body he kissed first her forehead, then licked the wounds on her lips until they healed; he wished he could take the bruises away too, but he wasn't that lucky. She stroked his chest, "I'm ok Dyson…really. I'm kind of freaked and I'd really like a drink." He chuckled, "you constantly amaze me."

Kensi smiled, "after Baba Yaga, a wolf spirit, nearly dying more times than I really like to think about, and then well you… nothing, not even my best friend becoming an evil succubitch is gonna surprise me. Maybe I'm just getting jaded… Nah, think Trick will let me into his top shelf hooch cause I got all beat up?" She was desperately trying to recalibrate. Dyson pulled Kensi into his arms. "I do not believe that you or I belong to anyone but each other; that ok with you?" He asked with smirk. Kensi went up on to her toes and kissed him gently, "Yeah, I like that idea."

Cyrus was furious when he heard that he was he doctor brought the succubus back to the Ash's encampment alone. What was he going to have to do to get the human and the wolf out with the succubus? He had decided he wanted to capture them all. Dyson and the human would die but the succubus reacted so well to his little cocktail she might be fun to keep around for a while.

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