A/N: This is a bit of a time jump, so fast forward to season 3. I felt sad for Lauren too, I hate hurting her she's my favorite D: just don't kill me, it'll get better. The main reason Tamsin broke it off with Lauren is because she's afraid if Lauren dies in battle, she'll have to take her away to Valhalla. And of course, she has trust issues.
Thanks for the love guys, it's really appreciated. Keep it coming.
"You got this, Tamsin. The shot's perfect. Line up with the trajectory and it'll go right in."
Rolling her eyes, she moved her head sideways to glare at the face inches from hers. "Dyson, shut the fuck up." Turning her attention back on the game, already leaning low against the table, she narrowed her sharp, green eyes and readjusted the pool cue in her hands.
"I got this." Dyson's ego and her own were on the line here, safe to say that this game was very high stakes. Taking a deep breath, she hit the white cue and the eight ball went tumbling down in the right corner pocket, as she had called out.
Dyson let out a very manly victory shout, patting his large hand on his partner's back.
"Well," The man with a very thick Texan accent drawled out. Moving the tooth pick in his mouth from left to right, he stepped towards the pair, extending his hand in a sportsmanship-like manner. "That was a good game guys and lady." Moving his eyes in the pretty blonde's direction, he tipped her hat to her as he firmly shook the Wolf's hand.
Sending a curt nod his way, she shook both of their hands. "Better luck next time, boys." She wouldn't let them leave without her trademark innocent head tilt and shit eating grin.
Wrapping his lips around the edge of his beer mug, he sipped its contents as he handed Tamsin her own glass. "So," Resting against the table, Dyson leaned back on his arm. "Are you going to tell me?" A small smile slightly lifted the corner of his lips.
It wasn't a smile Tamsin had seen often, in fact, since Bo and Lauren had put the official stamp on their relationship status, the only thing gracing his features was sadness.
"Tell you what?" Despite herself, she returned the smile. She would be lying if she said Dyson's broodiness wasn't infectious. So much that Kenzi took it upon herself to christen the two partners the 'Broosome Twosome'.
"What's your trick?"
"No trick, I'm just better at it than everyone else. Including you, Wolf-breath." Tamsin smirked in her mug as Dyson tried to hide the fact that he was performing a breath check.
"Do you firmly stand by this assumption, Detective?" He retorted.
"You bet your bushy beard I do, sugar nips." Soft hands pinched the gruff cheek, much like an annoying aunt would at a family reunion, and then tenderized it with a few love taps.
"You're insane." Was accompanied by a deep laugh as he moved past Tamsin, readjusting the single-colored balls in the triangle.
"And you're about to get your ass kicked, so bad." The last part was muffled into her glass, as she downed the rest of her drink.
Turning around, the unusually happy Wolf extended his arms out, grinning. "Bring it on, blondie."
Emerald colored eyes snapped up sharply. "Call me blondie one more time, and I-"
"You will…assault a fellow Detective?" He finished smugly, though there wasn't a hint of malice in his tone. "Your break, or mine?"
Setting the empty glass down, she stepped forward and held up a closed fist in front of him. "Let's Rock-paper-scissor it, bro." And on the count of three Tamsin kept her fist closed while Dyson opened his hand, fingers spread.
"Dammit." She swore, stumbling backwards as her partner lightly pushed her shoulder.
"That's for calling me 'bro'."
"Dude, do you ever shut up?"
"It's time to put your money where your mouth is, Officer Slamsin." Leaning down against the table, he pulled back and smashed the white cue. The balls snapped together loudly as they simultaneously spread all around on the table.
Rolling her eyes, she said: "I guess that's a 'no'."
Their insistent back and forth banter came easily, they were comfortable around each other. Tamsin didn't want to say it was the kind of relationship built on 'I feel your pain' cliché, but it was. Both had to swallow their pride and anger, as they let their lovers fall into anothers' arms. It was a sort of unspoken respect between the two partners, a silent devotion.
The Valkyrie finally understood the meaning of heartache when saw Bo kiss Lauren during the big battle against The Garuda. The promise she made to herself was to keep the Doctor safe, no matter what. She had followed the Scooby gang, but remained hidden. Much to her surprise, the Succubus had delivered.
After everything was said and done, she made herself scarce, until it was welcoming day into Division 38. It was all smiles and handshakes until Dyson informed her that Dr. Lewis was their primary contact for all things Fae related. Turns out actively putting together a case against your ex-lover's girlfriend isn't the way to solidify a relationship.
The second week of her exchange program had come and gone, and Tamsin hadn't had any interest in talking to any of them. In fact, Dyson was the only one who didn't make her feel the overwhelming urge to punch a pregnant woman; They were all nauseatingly smitten by the Succubus.
She tried to ignore Bo and Lauren for the most part, and tonight was no different. However, as the Wolf took his shot, her eyes wandered around the bar.
The Succubus caught her stare, sitting at the bar. A slight smirk spread on Bo's lips as her hand gripped the back of the Doctor's head. They shared a kiss that shouldn't be allowed in public.
Tamsin knew it was all for show, Bo was trying to test her. Her fingers curled around her pool cue so tightly that her knuckles quickly turned white. Her breathing increased rapidly, as once again, thoughts of murder filled her head. The sound of Dyson's voice snapped her out of thoughts.
"Tamsin." He watched the woman's face intently. "It's your shot." Their shoulders brushed together as she passed him without saying a word, which was unusual for the usually mouthy blonde. His eyes caught the sight she had undoubtedly just witnessed.
"Relax." Dyson whispered to his partner, just before she positioned herself against the table.
"I," Fingertips pressed down on the green felt, fingers spread. "Am," The cue slid against her thumb and index finger slowly, moving it back and forth to be certain that the shot would be accurate. "The definition," With a devilish grin tugging on her lips, she smashed the chalky end of the pool stick downwards. "Of relaxed."
The ball flew upwards, smashing itself against Bo's temple and effectively breaking the kiss. It fell on the ground with a thud, rolling up against the bar, where its journey ended.
Satisfied with the accuracy of her shot, Tamsin grabbed the square piece of chalk, rubbing it on the end of her pool cue. Her shoulders shook, laughter bubbling over as she heard the Succubus' shout.
"What the hell is your problem?!" The brunette growled as she marched towards both Detectives, the Doctor not far behind.
Clenching his jaw, Dyson moved to put himself between his partner and Bo. One step ahead of him, Tamsin had moved before he had the chance to block her.
"Oh gee, don't ya think it might be you, Succubitch?" Cocking her head sideways, she lifted her pool stick above the table and let it fall down without taking her eyes off the fuming brunette.
Taking a leap forward, the angered brunette felt herself restrained as Lauren forcefully held on to her biceps, trapping Bo's body against hers. "Bo, please, this is not the place for-"
All the hatred in her voice was forwarded to a particular Detective. "No, Lauren. This is exactly the time for it. I've had enough of her being rude and out of line with everyone." Chest heaving, she stayed put, not wanting to hurt her girlfriend.
"You're out of control and you should be locked up." Tamsin accused sharply, pointing her finger at the Succubus.
"That's rich, coming from the woman who hit me in the head with a pool ball. Intentionally, might I add."
"You can't suffer head injuries if you don't have a brain, Succuslut."
"Tamsin…" The Wolf warned, resting his hand on the Valkyrie's shoulder.
Eyes and mouth wide open in shock, she attempted to lunge herself at the Detective's throat once again. "You bitch…I'm gonna-"
The corner of her lip lifted, glancing at Lauren who struggled to hold Bo. "Suck me dry and leave me in a pile of garbage like all the Fae you've been feeding on?"
"Everyone just…shut up!" This sudden outburst from Lauren cast the whole room in a silence laced with tension, safe from the music playing. Every customer around had their eyes on the foursome. She let go of the brunette's arms and moved between both women.
Looking between both her lovers, her face mirrored how torn her heart was. "Look at yourselves, this is beyond ridiculous. You are grown adults, not twelve year old kids in a school yard." Her tone was soft and stern, like a mother scolding her bickering children.
Tamsin, for the most part, was impressed by the Doctor's dominance. It was a nice change and she couldn't help but think she played an important part in making this possible. Pat yourself on the back for a job well done.
"Speak for one of us." Her hand rose to her head, fingers brushing against the sore spot. She hissed from the sharp pain the action elicited.
Concerned, Dyson moved in front of Bo. He and Lauren shared a look. Both of them nodded their heads in unison, a silent agreement to keep the peace. "I'll get you some ice, c'mon." Gently tugging the brunette away, he left his partner in the hands of the Doctor.
"Why are you doing this, Tamsin?" Standing in front of the blonde, eyes filled with questions and hushed emotions.
"Hm, let me think," Looking up, she tapped her index on her chin before setting her eyes on the smaller woman. "Oh, I know, maybe because it's my fucking job." She finished harshly.
Sighing, Lauren shook her head. "How can you accuse her of such things when you have no proof that any of this is true?"
"Come by the station tomorrow and I'll show you proof." Holding the Doctor's stare, she could see the inner battle in her chocolate brow orbs.
Did she believe her? Did she want to believe her? For the short period of time Tamsin has been around the gang, she hadn't done anything to show Lauren she should be trustworthy.
She shared one last look with Tamsin before she turned away and followed Bo out of the Dal.
Dyson's eyes were on her, his legs led him towards his partner. By the facial expression he was making, she knew what was coming. "Don't. If you try to guilt-trip me into thinking what I did was wrong, I swear to God I will puke my guts out."
"I'm on your side here, but-" Watching his partner take her usual defensive stance, he set both of his hands on her shoulders. "Look, they're gone, let's forget about it and-"
Promptly cutting him off, she stepped into Dyson's left side, wrapping her arm around his waist. "And get tanked, without the skank." Tilting her head upwards, she pressed her lips against his cheek.
Chuckling, the Wolf threw his arm around Tamsin's shoulders. "Shots?"
"Shots." She agreed with a smirk.
The partners used each other as crutches, but they ended up weighing each other down more than keeping their balance. Trick watched with a glare, as the two ageless Fae stumbled into the bar with a loud thud. "It's an hour past closing time, you two alone have consumed more than three full barrels of my Ale and-"
Tamsin held onto the stool in front of her, hoping it would stop the room from spinning. It didn't. "I really need to pee, can this wait until…never?"
"One more drink, please, Trick, please?"
"I did not live over a thousand years just to babysit you two drunken buffoons. You either go home, or I'll drag you there myself." With a huff, he redirected his anger towards viciously drying the mug he held in his hands.
"But you're tiny." The slurred remark was accompanied by a few chuckles, which were muffled as a hand was slapped over her mouth. Frowning, she looked down at it, as to figure out whom it belonged to. Raising an eyebrow, she glared at Dyson from the corner of her eye.
"Tamsin…you can't say that." The Wolf removed his hands from Tamsin's mouth, desperately trying to trap and push his laughter down.
"Now." Trick repeated sternly, pushing them both towards the exit and slamming the door behind them.
With their feet not responding to where their brain wanted them to go, the drunken twosome staggered down the alley, where both of their vehicles were parked.
"He thinks he's all powerful, just because-ow," They tripped into a large garbage disposal container, and with their spatial abilities rendering them as graceful as a two year old, they tumbled down on the pavement.
"He's the blood king and…what does that mean? Is he a vampire or-you're heavy can you-" Her last uttered syllables turned into a moan, as her lips found themselves trapped against Dysons' own. Their tongues danced around each other, her partner's facial hair tickling the area around her mouth. What is…what are we…For fuck's sake.
Grabbing Dyson's face with her hands, she pushed him back just as his hand was snaking its way up under her shirt. "Tell me this didn't just happen?" With extreme concentration on coordination, Tamsin managed to bring herself into an upright position, sort of. All while muttering to herself that facial hair is gross and how it felt tingly against her skin.
The realization of what they had just been doing sobered both parties up more than they would have liked, making the situation incredibly awkward. "This was a bad idea." Dyson slurred, catching Tamsin's elbow to stabilize her, before she went down for another tumble.
"Very."
"I'm sorry-"
"Just, stop." Shrugging the man's hand off, she dusted her dirtied clothes.
Both of them stood in front of each other, staring at their feet like they were the most fascinating thing on this earth. Making eye contact would probably send both of them down a road they would regret in the morning.
Bringing her hand up to rub the back of her head, she pointed her finger in the direction the unmarked car was in. "I'm gonna…yeah." Clearing her throat, Tamsin marched towards her vehicle, leaving the sad Wolf behind.
What did Lauren call that shit? Transference of grief? Yeah, not going there. Sometimes sexual tension between partners was better left unexplored and never to be mentioned again, drunk or sober.
Tamsin awoke with a start, her eyes popping open suddenly as someone tapped on the window of her car. The left side of her face was pressed against the back seat of her cruiser. One of her hand draped over her midsection, while the other was above her head, hand lying against the cold window.
She closed her eyes again as the pounding on her window continued, causing the headache that settled at the back of her skull to grow in intensity. "I don't have any fucking money, so piss off."
Slowly but surely, she pushed herself in a sitting position, taking in her surroundings. It seemed that her car had remained in the parking lot behind the Dal for the night, and so did she.
The insistent tapping on her window persisted. Growling, she kicked the center console, hoping something would go off. And something sure did. The siren blinked rapidly, whooping a string of ear shattering sounds, which Tamsin was especially sensitive to this morning. Apparently, so was the man running away from the unmarked vehicle with his pants around his ankles. Not bothering to question the scene, she reached forward with her arm, shutting off the siren of death.
With a breath of relief, she let her head slump down into her hands. "Fuck this day." After a minute of swearing to herself that she'll never drink again, she jumped out of the back seat, and took her rightful place in the driver's seat.
"You have to be fucking kidding me." There on her windshield, trapped underneath the left wiper, was a small, yellow piece of paper, fluttering about in the wind. Rolling her window down, she reached for the paper, crumpling it into a small ball.
"What do I get for being responsible? A motherfucking parking ticket." She threw the paper on the ground before rolling the window back up. "Fuck this day." Was muttered angrily, as she roared the car's engine to life with a flick of the key.
Looking at the time, Tamsin swore underneath her breath. She was already an hour late, and she couldn't show up at work looking like a tumbleweed who had been rolling in horse shit and other kind of disgusting crap for miles and miles.
Shifting the unmarked in Drive, she peeled out of the driveway, en route to her apartment. After freshening up, brushing her teeth, getting coffee and making another promise she wasn't going to keep, Tamsin finally entered the station…nearly three hours late.
Ignoring everyone who had said hello to her, she walked up to her desk, absently throwing her car keys down. Dyson was nowhere to be seen. Maybe she had something to rejoice about. Setting her coffee cup down, she craned her head towards the interrogation room as the door opened. Or maybe this day was just going to suck royal dick.
Dyson emerge from the room, instantly walking towards the blonde's desk. "Lauren's waiting for you." He looked behind him briefly before turning his attention towards Tamsin. Leaning closer to her, he lowered his voice. "Where the hell have you been?"
Putting on a fake smile, she grabbed the file that lay on her desk. "Asleep, in my car, because my asshole partner didn't bother to wake me up." Was whispered back harshly.
"I called your phone a dozen times."
"Whatever." She snapped.
"You better get in there; I've been holding her off for over an hour." Patting Tamsin's shoulder, he sat down at his desk, watching with an amused smile the exasperated sigh and swear words coming from the Detective.
"Fuck this day." Was necessarily repeated, as she reluctantly made her way into the closed off room.
Closing the door behind her, Tamsin actually seemed apologetic, and a little shocked that Lauren had actually showed up. "Sorry to make you wait, I-"
"Dyson filled me in, don't worry about it." Interjected the Doctor, whom had a genuine smile on her face.
Being in a room alone with Lauren for the first time in months made the Valkyrie realize just how much she had missed her. How much she missed that big smile that spreads across her whole face and light up her eyes.
If he told her we got shit faced and made out I will rip his head off and feed it to a Morragh. "He told you…" Trailing off, she hoped the Doctor would finish the sentence.
"That you were getting statements from suspects."
Or I'll just thank him and buy him a drink after shift. "Right. I was." Looking over her shoulder briefly, she sent a huge grin towards Dyson, before turning her attention back to Lauren.
"Let's cut to the chase, shall we?" Walking around the table, Tamsin paced the file in front of the Doctor. Leaning back against it, she crossed her legs one over the other, at the ankles, and folded her arms over her chest.
Looking over the various pictures of the crime scene and the autopsy reports, Lauren understood how the Detective could be suspicious, but there wasn't any evidence linking this to Bo, apart from the fact that this was clearly the work of a Succubus.
Removing her gaze from the files, Lauren tilted her head up. "You think Bo did this?"
"You and I both know this is a Succubus' feed."
"A Succubus doesn't mean it's Bo. You have no evidence, except for the feed signature."
"What others are there, Lauren?" Her voice rose, as she pushed herself off of the table, standing up straight beside the Doctor.
"Aife."
"Didn't she, you know, kick the bucket and shit?" Forehead creased, she made a motion with her hand as she spoke, before sliding it into her pocket.
"They never found her body. Bo thinks she's still alive."
Flaring her nostrils lightly, she sighed. Investigating one Succubus was enough of a pain in her ass, two would be her death sentence. "Great."
She turned around on her chair to face the blonde. "Look, Tamsin, I know her. Bo would never do this. She feeds safely."
Rolling her eyes, the woman placed her hand on the desk, palm flat against the surface. The other rested against the back of Lauren's chair. Leaning forward so she was now eye-level with Lauren. A technique she often uses to break hard-headed criminals. "And I suppose you know this because you stuck a GPS in her cleavage?"
Faces inches apart, Lauren couldn't help but succumb to the intoxicating scent of Tamsin's perfume. It lured her in; causing her to quickly lose herself in the woman's piercing green eyes. She had never noticed how the emerald color matched her distinctive intense personality.
"Dude, why are you protecting her?" She didn't mean to sound jealous, didn't want to project that image. Though, every fiber in her body was vibrant with the need to reach out and touch the Doctor, to grab her face and kiss her.
"Because I love her."
Jaw clenched, she pressed her lips against the woman's ear. "Do you really, or do you love the Succubus part of her?" Pulling back just enough to stare at the woman, she wore a tight smirk; cold and intrusive.
"Screw you." Pain contorted her features as she pressed her hands against Tamsin's chest, pushing her back roughly. The chair screeched on the ground as she stood up quickly, starting towards the door. The Valkyrie was quicker, however. Fingers wrapped themselves around her left bicep, halting her movements. The warmth of the body pressed against her back quickly engulfed her, strong enough to swallow her whole.
"She could hurt you Lauren. She's not safe to be around." Was softly whispered, almost tricking Lauren into believing Tamsin was actually capable of showing and feeling compassion.
"And since when do you care?" Her tone was cruel, displaying the pain and confusion she felt from their last conversation at her apartment. Shrugging the hand off from her bicep, she turned to stand in front of the taller woman.
Biting back the sting of the Doctor's words, Tamsin didn't miss a beat: "It's my job, and I'll be damned if I ever get to a crime scene and it's your body laying there, dead and cold, because of her." You've outdone yourself, she really thinks you're nothing but a douchebag skirt-chaser.
"Is making decisions for me also part of your job?"
"What are you talking about?"
Both of the women's voices started gradually increasing with each passing moment, unaware of the small audience they had attracted outside of the room. "You decided we couldn't see each other anymore, now you're telling me that Bo is dangerous for me?"
"You don't understand!"
"You're right, I really don't understand you Tamsin. You're the one who called off our…thing, out of the blue. Then you constantly act jealous around Bo and truthfully I can't-"
"I didn't want to hurt you!" The shout silenced the Doctor, creating even more confusion in her face.
"It's a little too late for that, don't you think?" Willing herself to keep her emotions at bay, Lauren tuned on her heals and marched out of the interrogation room, slamming the door behind her.
Rubbing her hand over her mouth, Tamsin took deep breaths to calm herself down. It wasn't working.
"Fuck this day!" With a furious growl, she grabbed the wooden chair and smashed it into pieces against the table. Had she purposely hurt Lauren just to get back at herself in some form of self-hate? Did she despise herself that much to want to destroy everything that was good for her?