A/N: So I'm really sorry for how long it's taken me to update! I've been sick and I also had a lot of trouble with getting this chapter out – It was a bit like pulling teeth. I think mostly because this chapter's not essential to my plot and is very much filler. To be honest, I'm not very happy with it so I hope it doesn't disappoint you all too much.

I'm also thinking of maybe going on hiatus until Lost Girl starts again and that way I'll be hit with a ton of inspiration and obsession, since at the moment without my weekly episode I keep getting pulled into all my other lovely fandoms. This can make it a struggle to come back and write this. I want to give this story my all and that might mean letting it rest for a bit, which I'm really sorry about because I know how much I hate it when I get into a story and the chapters just stop. Anyway, this isn't for certain. I just wanted to let you know in case. I didn't want you to panic if updates stopped coming and think I'd abandoned it. I have no plans to abandon this story yet

In saying that, I think I might have at least another chapter in me before this happens. But no promises ;)

Just to make it clear as well, obviously this fic hasn't been the friendliest towards Lauren so far but that's not a reflection of my own thoughts on her character. I have nothing against the good doctor. I adore all of Lost Girl's babies . . . except for Massimo and Baba Yaga. I have limits – they're faint but they're there!

I also wanted to send out my love to you all for giving me reviews and just for taking the time to read this fic. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate it.

(roseberrygirl I just watched that episode the other night and Dyson's hungry like the wolf still makes me giggle! And I too like me some Kenzi/Vex

Jommy26 Yep, it was just a nightmare . . . or was it? Nope, just kidding, it was a nightmare. Everyone is alive and well. Well, alive anyway.)

And now, I deliver to you Dyson as promised, and a dash of Denzi times (OK, there's a smidge of Cock-blocking Lauren as well) so go forth and read!

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"Do you think just once, maybe just once you could try to be-"

Kenzi looked up from where she sat on the couch, fiddling with that damned stick which was glued to her hand, in order to land a reproachful stare on the doctor – Miss Fabulous. Of all the people she had to be stuck with to figure out this mess, why did it have to be her? She would have even taken Officer Snarky over the doc, except she was too busy being part of the giggle triplets upstairs. "What?" she snapped.

"Helpful?" the blonde finished in frustration.

For a moment, Kenzi stared, unable quite to believe her ears. "Excuse me?"

Helpful?

Helpful was all she ever tried to be for Bo and the others. Sure, her brand of help didn't always equate to much good and she certainly didn't have any fancy doctor skills to add to the equation like Lauren but, yes, she did try to be helpful. Shit, she had the scar on her side to prove it and the thoughtful little gift of Itchy and Scratchy on her arm from the Norn, who right now was getting a contender in Lauren Lewis for the list of people she wanted to bitch slap.

"Sure." Lauren dropped her arms, exasperated. "Because everybody else does," she said, tone faintly venomous with the hint of mocking.

Kenzi had never actually seen the doctor pissed before but she was sure as hell seeing it now, she could tell that much for certain. Whatever pent up frustration the doc had built up over the younger woman's disregard for her and her relationship with Bo was clearly bubbling to the surface, frothing menacingly. No punches pulled this time.

Well, in that case, she wasn't going to hold back either.

Before she had a chance to retort, however, her adversary went on.

"You just bounce through life, no job, no plan, from one beer to the next and still everybody dotes on you, don't they?"

It took everything in Kenzi not to wince at that. "What do you care where they dote?"

Her only response was for Lauren to look away and roll her eyes. "Just forget about it."

Oh no. Kenzi sprang to her feet. You didn't just suddenly heap all that on the Kenz and then turn away and pretend it never happened! That was . . . some form of rude. "What is that? Why are you always rolling your eyes at me with your . . . normal upbringing and your medical degree?" All those things that made her better than Kenzi, in the doctor's eyes at least.

At that, Lauren looked affronted, maybe even pained. "You don't know anything about my life, Kenzi-"

"I know that you think you're too good for me," she interrupted quickly, pointing a finger at the blonde. Too smart, too rich, too mature to ever take someone like her seriously. Whatever, that was fine. She didn't care what the doctor thought of her . . . but, deep down, she couldn't help but wonder whether Lauren thought Bo was too good for her also.

"No, I don't, actually. You think that I'm not good enough for Bo," Lauren countered, causing Kenzi to freeze and drop that train of thought.

She didn't like Lauren. That was no secret.

Whenever she was around her, she felt like that kid on the streets again, apart from all her 'normal' peers – the ones with homes and clothes they didn't have to steal, with high school diplomas and maybe even college degrees . . . the ones who didn't have to do things to survive that would later be filed under 'unmentionable'. It wasn't that she was ashamed of who she was. She was damn proud, point in fact, because she knew that, at the end of the day, she was strongerthan all those people had ever had to be.

She was strong.

That didn't mean she didn't feel inadequate sometimes, though. Around Lauren, around the Fae, she was always the girl who lacked in something, the girl who wasn't quite good enough for their company.

So, yeah, that earned the Doc a certain amount of resentment and uneasiness from Kenzi. The fact that she'd betrayed Bo in the past and had decidedly ambiguous intentions overall, intensified that dislike to a degree that couldn't just be ignored.

Still, staring at the blonde, seeing the mixed hurt, anger and exasperation on her face she couldn't help but feel for the first time slightly guilty over her treatment towards her. Whatever her own feelings on the matter, Bo cared about her, really cared about her. She clearly saw something in Lauren that Kenzi didn't, something good.

So maybe there was something, something that made her worthy of a little more kindness than what she'd been getting so far.

And, yeah, maybe she still didn't think Lauren was good enough for Bo but that was her own shit to deal with. It wasn't like she could do anything about it if Bo was determined to be with Doctor Hotpants – nothing except make everybody else miserable, which it seemed she'd been doing a fine job of so far.

Sighing, Kenzi looked away. "She's my best friend," she tried to explain, glancing back at Lauren. It wasn't much of an explanation and it certainly didn't include any of the finer points on the matter but it was all she was willing to give away to the other woman. It was going to have to be enough.

Surprisingly, Lauren seemed to get it and turned slightly defeated. "And I love her."

"I know!" Kenzi cried, flinging her arm up in exasperation. Of course, she knew. Everybody knew. She had known for years. Seeing the two together, it was impossible not know.

But Lauren wasn't the only one who loved Bo.

"I know," she breathed turning away.

And if she had to pick, she would choose Dyson's happiness over Lauren's every time. It was a lot easier to do that if she thought Lauren wasn't good enough for her best friend, that Bo not only deserved better but would be happier with the wolf.

If that wasn't the case, then she would have to back down. She would have to accept Bo and Lauren's relationship, to support it even . . . and stop trying to make sure that Dyson got his happy ending too. There was no choice between Bo and Dyson's happiness. If the succubus truly was happier with Lauren then Kenzi would never stand in the way of that. She just wished, really wished that her happiness didn't have to mean Dyson's heartache.

She loved them both so much and yet it seemed inevitable that she was going to have to stand by and watch one of them end up miserable.

And it couldn't be Bo.

Pacing away, she shook her head, slightly dismayed at where the conversation had led. Their lives in peril – again – and the two of them, arguing like teenagers while their friends were upstairs being . . . well, actual teenagers. They sure did pick a bun of a time to finally have it out.

"Are you sure we're not infected?" she demanded in frustration, swinging back around to face the other woman.

Lauren shook her head, scoffing at herself slightly. "No, we're just . . .stupid."

Right. Kenzi would have preferred that they were infected. At least then, they'd probably be having some fun.

…

Dyson pouted as he made his way outside the bedroom, as per his orders. The girls were being totally mean and had demanded that he leave them to have some quality girl time for the moment. It didn't really make all that much sense to him. After all, what could they possibly have to do with each other that they couldn't do with him? More to the point, did they really think that anything they did could be at all fun if he wasn't involved?

He was cool.

At least, he thought he was cool.

Someone would have told him by now if he wasn't cool.

They were just mean!

And his Scottish accent was not lame!

Sulking now but determined to have fun without them, he made his way down the stairs. There had to be something to do in this house that was fun, something that he didn't need them for. Hey, maybe there was a liquor cabinet! They could be having their boring girly time whilst he had a total party down hear with the booze! Then they'd be sorry for ever thinking to get rid of him. He was going to get way drunk!

How much did one have to drink to get drunk?

Twenty bottles?

Were there different kinds of alcohol?

Was one kind considered cooler than the other?

Dyson frowned, thinking this over before shrugging his shoulders carelessly. He'd just drink the whole liquor cabinet and see what happened. There wouldn't be any left for the girls then either, which would just make them all the sorrier for making him leave.

"Hold it, 17 Again, where do you think you're going?" A voice demanded, catching Dyson by surprise.

A flash of black and red appeared in front of him at the bottom of the stairs and he took a hasty step back in response. It was Kenzi, looking more than a little suspicious and slightly pissed to see him, a stick protruding out in front of her. He blinked at it in slight confusion as it rose threateningly towards his chest. He kind of wanted to touch it.

Act cool. Act cool.

"Nowhere," he said, shifting evasively. Nailed it.

Her eyes narrowed. "Yeah, like I believe that, Mr. Where are you going?"

Don't say liquor cabinet. Don't say liquor cabinet.

"Cherry picking."

Kenzi's eyes widened slightly and he did not take that as a good sign. "That's it, upstairs!" She poked him with the stick for good measure and he frowned. Maybe she had a thing against cherries.

"But I don't want to," he whined, stamping his foot.

She blinked at him, disbelieving. "Did you just stamp your foot?"

He ignored this. "Tam Tam and Bo are being mean! They told me to go away. They said they wanted some girl time." He stopped, something occurring to him. "Do you think they're having naked pillow fights?" He imagined it for a moment, the thought turning him from sulky to kind of hot and uncomfortable. Maybe he shouldn't have been so quick to leave them. Maybe he could have hidden under the bed, or in the closet. There was also a bathtub.

Kenzi's eyes flickered downwards momentarily before widening in a way that bordered on comical, having caught on something unexpected. "Oh! Shiver me timbers." She paused, slightly sidetracked. "…very big timbers…" Her gaze hastily shot back up. A smile came upon her face that was a little too bright. "Why don't you stay out here for a bit?" she grabbed his shoulder and guided him away from the staircase, muttering more to herself than him, "The last thing we need is a Fae teen pregnancy on our hands. Tamsin as a mother, now that is what nightmares are made of."

Dyson's face scrunched up in disgust at her words, arousal suddenly leaving him. "Ew, babies are gross."

She turned to him and nodded her dead gravely. "Yes. Yes they are. Now, you hold onto that whenever you start thinking about naked pillow fights, OK?"

He grinned, an idea suddenly occurring to him. "We should hang out instead!"

"Say what?"

"Yeah, just the two of us. It would be totally awesome."

She blinked. He took that as a good sign.

…

Kenzi stared in wonderment at the grown man in front of her. At least, he was supposed to be a grown man. Right now he was just . . . well, reminding her why teenagers had such a bad name and why she had been an extraordinary and awesome exception to that generalisation. She had never been this annoying, or stupid.

Right now, Dyson was trying to balance a chair on top of his head. It went without saying that the endeavour was not going well. She admired his determination, though. He had yet to give up or lose enthusiasm.

Lauren was in the kitchen mixing some antidote for the teenitis their friends had suddenly been hit with and, fingers-crossed, it would work. Kenzi was almost tempted to join her and escape the circus act if not for the fact that her new company would then be the doctor, and that science-y things would be involved. It was better to just stay here, taking photos on her phone for prime blackmail material in the future.

Really, Dyson was going to be buying her so many snazzy pairs of new shoes once he saw some of these.

The chair dropped to the floor with a clatter for the seventh time and Dyson pouted down at it, seemingly unable to work out why gravity was so determinedly against him this – poor baby. After a moment, he glanced up, frightening grin suddenly in place. Uh oh. "Let's play a game!"

"Let's not." She moved back a few cautious inches.

She was already going to have a hard enough time being able to see Dyson the same way ever again after all this. Really, he was ruining his entire image for her which was just completely inconsiderate of him.

This whole day was turning into that episode of Buffy where evil magic candy bars make all the adults turn into teenyboppers. She just hoped they wouldn't have to battle any giant snakes in this real life enactment . . . and that nobody had sex with anyone's mother on top of a police car.

Considering both Bo and Dyson had locked lips with Bo's mother and that there were two cops currently present in the house, that wasn't so out of the realm of possibilities.

Kenzi shuddered.

"How about you go upstairs and play with the other kiddies instead?" She tried, rising from her position on the couch and pointing to the stairs with her stick – possible teen pregnancies be damned! This was so not how she ever imagined herself: a magic stick stuck to her hand, pig men dead in the living room and trying to work out a playdate for a grown werewolf reliving puberty. Not to mention, mad chemistry going on in the kitchen!

She just thought she'd have conned all of the money out of some lame rich guy and thus be living it up on a cruise in the Caribbean. She just knew she would rock the bikini and mojito.

Face puckering in disappointment – And, no, Mackenzie Malikov, you do not think that's cute! –, Dyson approached her, giving sad puppy-dog-eyes a whole new meaning. "Please?"

"No," she said firmly, holding out the stick between them as a way to keep some distance. Any closer with those eyes and she'd be handing him out brewskies before you could spit. The pout increased, eyes growing ever bigger and all the more pleading. "No! Bad Dyson." She scolded, reaching forward to wack him lightly on the shoulder with her stick. At the last moment she just resisted the impulse to smack him on the nose like you would a naughty puppy as well.

This may not have been the smartest thing to do because it drew his attention to the stick.

"That stick is so cool. Can I have a go?" Apparently, teenage Dyson had ill manners since, rather than wait for an answer and maybe permission, he reached out with excitement to grab the object from her. The stick didn't appear to like that at all. One minute it was resting threateningly but harmlessly in the air between them and the next it was flying through space to whack aside his greedy reaching hands.

"Woah!" Kenzi's eyes widened momentarily in alarm, still not used to her hand being possessed by a magic stick with the temperamental mood swings of a Pop Star. "Uh, stick-y no touch-y. No touch-y the stick-y. Capiche?"

Rather than looking put out by his recent punishment, he grinned. "Wow, that was so hot."

She gaped. "W-What?"

He cocked his head to the side, studying her. "You have really beautiful eyes. What colour is that?" he asked, taking a step forward to which she hastily took a step back in response. This continued for several paces until she was back up against the wall, the man-child more than crowding her space. "Blue? Azure?" Kenzi blinked, not sure whether to be more stunned by Dyson saying her eyes were beautiful, getting all up in her face, or the fact that he, in his teenage state, knew the meaning of the word azure.

The shock quickly faded into horror as the reality of the situation hit full force. "Woah! Bad, Dyson! Bad, wolfie, down!" she shrieked, holding her hands up in front of her in defence, narrowly avoiding giving him a black eye with the stick. That would be a last resort only – she'd have mess up his pretty boy face.

Either he didn't hear her or simply chose to ignore her, instead staring mesmerised at her face. "I could stare at your eyes all day…"

Any other situation and a guy saying that to her would have been pretty high up on the scale of romantic . . . or stalker-y. This situation? "Getting weird…"

Also getting increasingly uncomfortable.

His body was pressing into hers, squashing her up against the wall and causing her to hold her breath in an attempt to keep them from touching any more than necessary – aside from obvious reasons, there was also the concerning fact that she and Lauren were supposed to be keeping their distance from the infected. There was no distance here whatsoever!

At some point, he had placed a hand against the wall beside her head, leaning for support and she could sense his fingers just millimetres from her cheek. Exhaling sharply, unable to keep the air in any longer, she stared wide-eyed up into his gaze which had become rather heated in the last few moments.

Speaking of beautiful eyes, she had always thought Dyson's had a certain pull to them. In the past, the light blue, hooded gaze had usually had a calming effect on her but now . . .

Kenzi felt a tingle in her stomach, travelling down and growing hotter.

A grin suddenly overcame Dyson's face, filling his eyes with jubilation and breaking the moment. "We should totally go steady!"

She blinked, mouth falling open as she tried to right herself within the current situation. She felt a lick of shame and self-reproach at the way her body had so readily reacted just moments ago and, against her will, a slight blush rose in her cheeks. "What? We should what-y?"

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Lauren frowned in bemusement as she came upon the scene in front of her. Kenzi backed up against the wall, her cheeks red and her eyes the widest the doctor had perhaps ever seen them. Dyson, who she had thought still upstairs in quarantine, was standing over her, shielding most of her from view. There was an excited grin on his face that instantly put her at unease.

Her frown increased as she struggled to puzzle out the situation. Was he attacking her?

Her eyes noticed something else about the picture, a part of the man's anatomy she wouldn't have expected to see so engaged. This was an interesting development. Considering his earlier attraction to Bo and, maybe even Tamsin, and now seemingly Kenzi, perhaps the parasite also had an arousing effect on its victims. She would have to investigate Tamsin and Bo's behaviour further to be more certain, though the Succubus had already shown a substantial attraction to both Dyson and Lauren.

"What's going on?"

The two sprung apart. Or rather, Kenzi jumped out from under Dyson, pushing the wolf back several paces with surprising strength.

"Just saving the world from unplanned pregnancies!" she exclaimed, swinging around to face her and brushing off imaginary lent from her clothes. She was noticeably breathless, her cheeks more than a little red.

Lauren hoped that she too hadn't been infected after being in such close contact with Dyson. She was almost certain that the parasite only infected Fae but not enough put her mind completely at ease.

Her brain then caught up with what the younger woman had said and she felt even more confused with the situation. "What?"

Kenzi looked at her in utter seriousness, absentmindedly smacking away Dyson's hand as it reached to play with her hair. She moved away from him. "I'm tellin' yah, Doc, someone's going to end up preggers before all this is over. And because this is the Fae and all their bullshit that we're dealing with here – our luck, it'll probably be Dyson."

The man himself looked suitably alarmed by this prediction and no longer interested in playing with her hair.

Lauren shook her head at the woman's silly notion. "Male shifters can't be impregnated," she paused, eyes brightening with inner knowledge as she recalled something, "but there are some species of Fae where it is not only possible but expected for the male of their kind to conceive and carry the offspring."

Kenzi frowned. "Lucky them. Bet you they don't put up with the pains of childbirth nearly as well as us gals."

Lauren thought over this. "Well, I've never actually witnessed the labour of one myself-"

She cut her off. "Not something you needed to respond to, Doc. How's the potion making going?"

"It's almost done. I just need your help with the last few steps."

"Okie Dokie." She started to move towards Lauren, Dyson following her step for step and trying to play with her hair once more. She smacked his hand aside. "Stop that."

Lauren frowned. Possible hair fixation a symptom as well?