Disclaimer : Lost Girl is in no way my creation, I am merely toying with the possibilities of a storyline that bit me while out to dinner. No monetary gain was brought from this writing.

Spoiler Alert : Season 2 Information stated again. Be Aware.

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Standing in the hall of the Ash's Compound, Dyson waited to speak with one of his assistants about a meeting when a vibrating in his jacket pocket caught his attention. Glancing at the desk to make sure the woman was still discussing something with a guard, he answered, stepping away from his place by the door, "Dyson."

"Hey D man, change of plans," the Were could pick up on the click of Kenzi's heels just as easily as her voice, "Trick says to hold off on speaking with the Ash."

Frowning, Dyson reached one hand behind his head to rub his neck, "What is Trick thinking?"

Watching Bo untie their previous capture, Kenzi ran a hand through her hair, "It's complicated. Promised Protection or whatever, I don't know but if you talk to the Ash it's some sorta gaffe. Just come back to the Dal."

A minute later, Kenzi hung up, moving to stand by Bo as she went to put the bindings away, "He's gonna call Hale, let him know what's up and then he'll be back here."

Watching the two as Bo nodded, the girl waited for Trick to return from putting back the journal that had verified her as a Promised. Honestly she expected he was trying to gleam what he could about her, good luck with that…

"So what are you doing in town anyway?" Tilting her head Bo waited for an answer, the girl turning back to look over at the Succubus with a raised eyebrow knowing full an well she did not have to answer to her.

A sigh caught all three young women's attention as Trick passed through the door, "Don't be rude, if her cover allows her to travel…" The bartender's words drifted, hands moving to smooth out the front of his jacket, "You do still have to check in at the town's way station, however."

The girl managed to look chagrined, "I've only been in a few days, I was gonna check in as soon as I found where to go."

Trick smiled with the barest movement of the tips of his lips before raising his arm, "Fitzpatrick MacCorieighan of the Clan Fin Arvin."

Raising her right arm to press to his, the girl smiled with slight reservation, "Ni Reese," she glanced at Kenzi and Bo, "assigned, anyway."

Trick pulled his arm back, turning and gesturing by curling two fingers, "Let's get you signed in."

Stepping into the front portion of the Dal, Kenzi plopped herself down on a stool at the bar and spun around, hooking one leg over the other to swing her boot, "Well that was unexpected."

Bo rolled her eyes as she moved to stand on the other side of her friend, her back to the front door, "Tell me about it, and is it just me or does that girl not seem like a Pet at all?" Receiving a look from Kenzi she raised her hands, "You know what I mean."

Both of the girls looked up as someone stepped through the entryway off the street.

Setting the pen down between the pages of the sign-in ledger, Ni watched as the letters shivered, the red font twisting in an almost uncomfortable manner before drying in a slant. Trick looked down at the writing before assuring her, "It knows that the information isn't true, but it can't spell out your actual title because of the Promise."

Ni nodded, having assumed as much. Standing she pushed her hair back from her face and over her shoulders, eyes settling on the shorter man, "There is something else I must do."

Trick's eyes met hers, taking a step back as she stepped forward, not submitting but wary until she kneeled in front of him, taking his hand in her own and bowing her head, "I thank you for your hospitality, your care while I am here, and the laws you set down. If I may serve you in anyway," she looked up, eyes whitening, "I will do so, Blood King."

The old blood sage was thoughtful as she stood. Though the girl had been listed, and believed by all to be a mortal pet, that was clearly not the case. Her cover brought many questions to mind, a great one being why she would expose herself to him. "You know who I am?"

Ni smiled with a look that was almost grim, "I have seen and heard much during my time Placed, but to be honest, I am old enough to know."

Standing in the living space of Trick's home, Dyson's eyes were closed, listening to their conversation.