Dyson's POV

My heart almost stopped when the lizard fell forward on top of Freya, pining her to the ground. I ran across the room to where they fell and shoved it off of her, revealing that she had changed back to her human form. Dropping to my knees I pulled her up and onto my lap. "Freya?" I breathed softly, her eyes opened and she smiled up at me.

"Did I pass?" She asked in a weak voice.

"Yeah." I chuckled. I could hear the click of Kenzi's heels approaching us. I turned my head to see her walking up with a blanket folded in her arms and I remembered Freya was naked, her clothes shredded when she shifted. I blushed slightly.

"Here," She said when she reached us and knelt, "I keep this in the car for when Dyson shifts." She helped Freya wrap the blanket around herself.

"Thank you." Freya said softly. I helped her try to stand but she couldn't put weight on her right leg so she ended up hanging onto me as the council approached, Kenzi backing away.

"Have you made your decision, Freya?" Moira, the tall dark haired council woman, asked. I had explained the factions of the Fae to Freya last night, Light and Dark, but I had no idea what she would choose.

"Yes," She said and looked up at me, "Light." I smiled brightly at her.

"Very well." Moira said with an approving smile.

***Lost Girl***

Lauren had insisted that she needed look at Freya's wounds and I agreed. Freya sat on one of the lab tables with my leather jacket wrapped around her shoulders and I stood next to her leaning against the wall. Lauren was sewing up the scratches on Freya's leg. "This one could have been a whole lot worse." Lauren said.

"Yeah that was damn good fighting." Bo said from the corner behind Lauren. "Where'd you learn that?" I growled, I didn't like her accusatory tone. "What? We know nothing about this girl and you don't expect me to ask a few questions?"

"Wolves fight instinctively, Bo, you know that." I snapped at her, Freya's hand grabbed mine calming me down.

"It's alright, Dyson." Freya said softly. "I've been alone for a long time, Bo, I had to learn how to take care of myself." It was the first time she had spoken directly to anyone but me, it was a little surprising.

"Right, sorry." Bo said looking down at the floor, her expression sad. I settled back against the wall satisfied that Bo had backed down.

Lauren finished bandaging Freya's leg and moved on to her arm. The scent of the antiseptic Lauren used to clean the wound stung my nose, Freya also wrinkled her nose at the smell. The girl had a surprisingly high tolerance for pain, looking at her face you couldn't tell that she gotten her ass kick pretty bad and was now getting stitches. Earlier she had turned down the local anesthetics Lauren offered her and she would probably do the same with pain killers. She was stronger than I had expected, she was so shy and her human form was so small but she was so tough and her wolf form was gigantic (a sear sign of her power), I was awe-struck. Freya was nothing short of incredible, but there were two things that bothered me. The first was that we had no idea where she came from or who she was. The second was that her blood smelled a whole lot like Trick's. I was going to get to the bottom of it, later. At this moment I was focused on Freya getting patched up and home safe.

The gashes in Freya's arm were pretty deep, Lauren had to sew layers of muscle back together before she could sew the skin up. "You're going to need to keep this arm in a sling until it's fully healed." Lauren said as she bandaged it up. Freya nodded. "Now, for that chest wound."

***Lost Girl***

We left the lab after Lauren gave Freya instructions for cleaning and bandaging the wounds, she also said that Freya shouldn't be alone until she's healed. The ride to Freya's place was silent, but not uncomfortably so. She was mostly unconscious, drifting in and out of sleep with her head resting on my shoulder she was too tired to stay completely awake. The scratchy fabric of the scrubs Lauren had given her rubbed against my arm as she breathed driving me a little nuts, she must be miserable in them. As I pulled up to the address Freya had given me I wondered how she had survived if she had been leaving in places like this most of her life. The house was practically falling apart, there were several places that had been boarded over and there was a tarp nailed to part of the roof.

I lifted Freya out of the truck into my arms and grabbed her bag off the seat. She buried her face in my neck and wrapped her right arm around my shoulder. It was strange how comfortable I was with her already it didn't bother me at all but even Kenzi, little weak human Kenzi, couldn't get near my neck. I kicked the truck door shut and walked up the pathway to the front door of the house. I was surprised to find that the door was actually locked, could actually lock. "The keys are in the outer pocket of my bag." Freya said softly, her lips brushing against my neck. She tried to hop down out of my arms but I stopped her.

"You're fine." I said, waiting for her to relax before shifting her weight completely onto my left arm with her bag in that hand. I pulled open the snap on the pocket revealing the keys and an inhaler, I grabbed the keys and unlock the five locks on the door and pushed it open. The inside of the house was nicer than I expected and completely intact.