A/N: This chapter takes place the night before and the day of episode 3x06: The Kenzi Scale. Everything happens like it does on the show, except, obviously, what's in this chapter. To give you a little teaser, for being the best readers ever, the next chapter will feature something specific about Tamsin's other Valkryie powers that haven't been explored on the show and it might have to do with shape-shifting, hint hint. ;)


"'Don't apologize for something you don't know,' what the hell does that even mean?" Tamsin was pacing back and front in front of Dyson, lively flailing her arms around to express the nature of her discontent, as if her crinkled brow and high pitched voice wasn't enough of an indicator.

With a sigh, he stood up and closed the distance between the two. Wrapping two strong arms around Tamsin's back, he tugged her closer.

"The fuck are you doing?" Head perfectly levelled with his, green eyes gazed into blue ones. Her arms were flaccid, hanging down the length of her body. Though Tamsin's inquiries were quite clear, Dyson said nothing, and simply smiled down at the woman.

"I'm going to make a hat out of your wolf pelt someday." Finally giving in to the embrace, she mirrored his actions, slipping both of her arms around his waist. She felt a warm hand rest on the back of her head. Dyson's fingers quickly got lost in her golden locks as she pressed the side of her face into his left shoulder.

"It sounds to me like Lauren just needs to know you understand her pain. It's not a one way street Tamsin. You need to take her feelings into consideration too." The Wolf could feel his partner's previously tight and tense body melt under the comfort his wise words and caring touch.

Sighing deeply, Tamsin relaxed further into the warm hug, letting her eyes close and her shoulders deflate. "I'm a dick aren't I?"

"The biggest." Dyson quickly replied, a smirk on his lips.

"Officer Thornwood, I can't imagine how women can even keep their panties on around you." Sarcasm dripping from her every wood, the simple embrace did in fact make her feel better - and not in the tingly way. It was like a blanket of comfort enveloping and ridding her of every negative feeling her body was burdened with, even though the thought of actually speaking those exact words made the Detective want to hurl.

She moved her head sideways, face pressed into the nook of Dyson's neck. A small hair came loose - and whether it was from his beard or neck, Tamsin did not know, nor could she give any fuck. It lazily deposited itself on her nose. The billions of touch receptors on her skin quickly retaliated, making her scrunch her nose, moving it from side to side to get rid of the un-wanted intruder. "Ew, hair-okay, it's gone." She breathed a sigh a relief as the hair fell somewhere onto the man's shirt.

The scene caused a deep chuckle to rumble in the Wolf's throat. Moving his head, he rested the side of his chin against Tamsin's head.

This explicitly portrayed how comfortable they were in the relationship, just a few hours prior to the event which left them both standing on the edge of platonic and not-so-platonically physical. Both Detectives were left to balance what would become of their friendship, on this thin line – and as we remember from Lloyd the Magnificent, it didn't turn out so well for him.

This dilemma was brought forth by Dyson's noble-hearted suggestion. Throwing his arm around Tamsin's shoulders, he said: "We're going out tonight, you and I, and we'll find you a pretty little thing to play with."

Surprisingly willing to submit, she accepted; not that he was giving the blonde a choice in the matter. Though reluctant of the 'playing' with another woman part, she gladly welcomed the need for a Bro's Night Out, full throttle, pedal to the metal-like. Word.

Throttle and metal they did. The duo haphazardly stumbled into a frat party at some point in time in their evening, teaching these unsuspecting University students how thousand year old, super-powerful humanoids get down.

'How to Properly Chug a Beer' followed 'How To Make Out with Your Platonic Friend' which quickly tuned into 'How Girl on Girl Kisses are Supposed to Look Like' and for the big finale: rule numero uno of surviving through a frat party is to never, ever, ever underestimate the constant velocity and spread of projectile vomit. EVER.

They both burst into Dyson's 'Unorthodox Detective' version of a crack shack, tongue's relentlessly dueling in Tamsin's mouth. Needy hands explored, unceremoniously discarding clothes as they walked further into the dark room.

Delicate hands ripped opened the button up shirt, fingers gliding down the taught and toned body, dancing around the bumps and curves of Dyson's abdomen. Hooking a finger in his pants, she pulled him closer. The hand that rested between his shoulder blades tangled itself in the back of his hair, gripping and pulling the short, curly hair.

Breaking apart to catch their breaths, they rested their foreheads against each other as Tamsin un-buckled Dyson's belt. In a quick motion, the belt swiftly slid out from the loops, falling on the ground with a thud.

Mimicking the blonde's actions, Dyson un-buttoned her jeans, letting them pool around her ankles. Grabbing the side of her face with both of his hands, he leaned in to reclaim the already swollen lips.

The sudden added weight, as Tamsin jumped up against his waist, pulled his body down momentarily. He readjusted his balance, hands under Tamsin's ass as she wrapped her powerful legs around his waist. The pair went tumbling down on the bed, the Wolf coming out on top. They crawled further backwards until the back of Tamsin's head hovered over the pillow.

As Dyson rested his weight down onto the Valkyrie's body, their mouths broke apart. Eyes fixated on each other, short and rapid bursts of breath mixed together.

Lifting her upper body, she leaned back onto her elbow. Her hand rose to rest against her partner's cheek, her thumb stroking the rough skin below. Tamsin didn't need to utter a word, as Dyson had already seen them flash in her eyes.

Both arms on either side of the blonde's waist, his hands sank down into the soft surface of the mattress. "Nothing has to change." Fearing that the boom of his voice could shatter this dream-like moment, he kept it just a notch below a whisper.

"It changes everything."

"No feelings, I promise."

Looking away with a pained expression in her face, she let her hand fall on his muscular shoulder. Facing the Wolf again, she sighed. "Even if we pretend that it's just about needing sex, we both know we want to be with someone else."

Tamsin couldn't stop thinking about the Doctor. Every little thing reminded her of Lauren, every song, and every mundane, everyday object. She closed her eyes and it's the face she saw. She couldn't help but scoff at how pathetic and hopelessly romantic it sounded.

"This is not for them, this is for us." As to prove his point, he tipped his head down and effortlessly captured the blonde's lips between his own. A shiver was elicited from the soft, yet fiery trail Tamsin's hand left as it moved from his shoulder to the left side of his chest. He felt his partner melt in the kiss, her resolve fading for a few moments before he was met with resistance.

Pushing her hand into his chest, she broke away from the intimate embrace. She unconsciously licked her lips before she spoke, a little more agitated this time: "For shit's sake Dyson, we're not goddamn Spartans. Fucking each other won't make our 'bond stronger'; it'll tear us apart." Tamsin wondered when alcohol caused her to grow a conscience over coitus between friends, and then she realized her drunken brain was simply battling her crotch over the feelings for Lauren that her heart so helplessly held on to.

A larger hand covered hers that rested over Dyson's heart. She kept her gaze on the Wolf's soft, blue eyes. "You're my partner, my bro, and fuck it, you can stand me at my worst. I won't let our crotches screw it up." Urgh when did we get sucked into The Notebook?

Smiling, he let his head fall on her shoulder, forehead resting against the warm skin. He chuckled softly. "When did you become the Love Guru, Valkryie?"

"Already told ya, I'd be a great therapist, but you just didn't believe me."

"Pardon me for thinking your complete lack of social grace would never come in handy during a mental breakdown."

"You are forgiven. Now get off of me before you squish my tits down to a size A." Patting his shoulder, she titled her head sideways, giving him her trademark tight smile.

"Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea." Says Dyson, the Scottish accent in his voice indicating he should have been cut from any alcoholic beverage hours ago. He rolled off of his partner, laying down on his back next to her.

"Where are you going with this exactly?" Arching an eyebrow, she angled her head towards him.

"Without the added…weight, you could run faster after suspects." Pursing his lips, both of his hands hovered just above his pectoral muscles as he made them bounce up and down.

Opening her mouth in shock, her elbow harshly dug into Dyson's side. "And when the hell have I ever let a suspect get away, Sir fuck-face?" Tamsin's jaw was tight as she glared at him.

Face scrunched up from the pain, his coughs turned into chuckles. "Well, I've always been there to help." Dyson retorted, smug look adorned on his face as he rubbed his sore ribs.

"Hey, I have a suggestion for ya: it starts with 'shut' and finishes with 'the fuck up'." The blonde rolled her eyes and turned on her side, sliding her arm underneath the pillow and her head.

"Goodnight, Tamsin."

"Goodnight, ass-sniffer." She grumbled. As soon as she shut her eyes, drowsiness quickly overcame her senses. Just before she was plunged into the depths of drunken sleep, she felt a warm body press against her back and a muscular arm protectively snaking itself around her stomach.

She thought about throwing aggressive portmanteau swear words at the Wolf. She also thought about pushing him away whilst she did the former, but the energy simply wasn't there. Before she had the chance to finish her thoughts, the Valkryie was fast asleep.


Spicy chicken wings, brewskies and a game of pool: the best way – no, the only way - to start off a day on a good note and quickly fight off last night's massive hangover. Not only did she wake up cuddling Dyson and having a near death experience when she thought they had sex, she had to spend a good thirty minutes scrubbing off Greek alphabet letters that had been painted on her stomach.

Tamsin had to admit that she got a kick out of watching her partner try to wash off the ones on his back. With little to no success he turned to the blonde Detective for help, and she did, only after a disgruntled sarcastic comment throw at him, of course: "When you said we had each other's backs…this is not what I had in mind, Dyson."

Just when she thought things couldn't get worse, the Succubus and her human crashed her expectations. Just like a circus freak show, they brought their 'Fae's of Our Lives' drama into the quiet and peaceful safe-haven Tamsin had henceforth christened the Dal Riata.

Shit hit the fan faster than the Detective could dodge it, and because everyone was so preoccupied with Bo, she was the only one who noticed that the human was in fact a Kitsune. The off-hand 'bottled blonde' comment that was thrown at her hit the nail straight on the head, validating her suspicions. Inari, you little shit.

Although feeling a great deal of reluctance towards helping the cleavage-y brunette, she found herself a-prancing in the woods with a weakening Succubus, scavenging for Marilyn Manson's offspring.

The best friends shared a sappy reunion; all is well that ends well, blah blah blah. However, as Luke stated himself in verse 15:31: "It was fitting to celebrate and be glad, for this your brother was dead, and is alive; he was lost, and is found." Tamsin whole heartedly took this advice as she sat herself at the bar, pouring herself a pint of cold Ale from Trick's tap.

Soon after Bo's trip down the Blood King's creepy basement, she joined Tamsin at the bar. Whatever she saw must have spooked the hell out of her, as the only thing she uttered - while taking a seat down on the empty stool next to the Valkryie - was: "Something strong, now." Grin on her face, the blonde was happy to fulfil this simple request.

After their fourth shot, the brunette was the first one to break the silence (though it had been far from uncomfortable). "I didn't get the chance to thank you properly, for what you did-"

"Save it, Succubus." She quickly interrupted.

"I know that this doesn't mean we're friends, or that we're even close to getting there, but what you did meant a lot to me, and Kenzi."

"O-kay, well, this conversation is about to make me nauseous." Rolling her emerald eyes to shield the appreciation she felt for Bo in that moment, Tamsin re-filled their shot glasses. Clinking hers against the almost full one next to Bo's forearm, she winked at the woman before letting the amber liquid burn a trail down her throat.

"So, the Dawning, how was it for you? I mean, what is it exactly?" Her fingers nervously spun the now empty shot glass around as she craned her head towards the Detective.

"And why would a baby Fae even worry her simple mind about her rite of passage?"

"Early bloomer."

Alarmed, Tamsin turned towards the woman sharply. "A premature Succubus, did hell freeze over?"

Chuckling, Bo smiled. "I can see why Lauren likes you."

"The Dawning's-" Sighing, she clenched her jaw as she cut off her own sentence. "Never mind, where's the barkeep at?" Tamsin asked as she stood up, hand casually resting on top of the handgun on her hip.

"Upstairs, with Lauren - why is everyone freaking out about this?" The brunette shook her head, worry across her face as she eyed the blonde.

"Well this confirms it; you're as ignorant as I thought you were." Hopping over the dark, wooden counter, Tamsin took the stairs that led to Tricks study.

"How much time?" Tamsin had no qualms about interrupting their seemingly important discussion. Lauren was sitting on the old couch, while Trick sat in front of her on the coffee table. Both of them instantly tuned their heads towards the tall blonde.

Although the revelation about Bo's quickly approaching Dawning cast somber doubts and worry into Lauren's tightening chest, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of the Detective. Their last encounter had left both women at odds. She became aware of how uncomfortable Tamsin was every time she stopped by the lab to deliver case notes or fetch autopsy reports; as if she wanted to apologize, but didn't quite know how to address the subject in fear of making things more awkward than they already were.

Their creased brows made Tamsin realize that her question was vague in nature, so she explained further: "Until her Dawning, how much time does she have?"

"A few weeks, perhaps more." Trick quickly glanced at Lauren; her concerned expression perfectly mirrored his.

"There is no way in hell that she's gonna pass."

Slight anger filtered though his words as he spoke quickly, but evenly: "Not if I can help it. She's my granddaughter and I'll do everything in my power to increase her chances of success."

Looking away, arms folded over her chest, she mumbled: "Yeah, well - you'll need all the help you can get,"

"Are you offering your services, Valkyrie?" A small smile played on the corner of his lips as he watched the woman nod.

She invited herself to fill the space next to Lauren on the couch. She had no problem with making herself feel right at home as she casually threw her arm around the back of the couch, behind the Doctor's shoulders - whom shot her a look, which Tamsin gladly ignored. Putting up her feet next to where Trick was sitting, she crossed her legs at the ankles, leaning back into the surprisingly comfy surface.

"Why are you doing this…helping me?" Bo fully entered the room, as she heard Tamsin's last statement. She couldn't quite understand why this person who despised the simple sight of her would not only help her get her best friend back, now just proposed to lend them a hand with the Dawning. Was this just a ruse to get closer to Lauren? Which by the look of their position on the couch, her theory seemed correct.

Tamsin scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself, Succulette. I can't imagine how much of a pain in my ass the cave-man version of yours truly would be. Not to mention a danger to the public and it just so happens that my job concerns the safety of said public."

"I'm not sure whether to rejoice, be frightened, or both." She sarcastically threw back at the blonde, as she exchanged a look with her girlfriend, who seemed not at all bothered by Tamsin's closeness.

To make a point, the brunette advanced towards the couch and squeezed herself between both women. This effectively pushed the Detective away from Lauren, all while cramming her into an awkward love-triangle sandwich.

Tamsin, now pressed against the brunette's side, stood her ground as she stared at the Succubus with her best shit-eating grin. She leaned in close enough to see how the bursts of breath from her spoken words created goose bumps on Bo's skin. "Think what you will, but you know nothing about me."

Lauren placed her hand on the brunette's thigh, squeezing lightly. "Bo, Tamsin's experience will give us an advantage that we desperately need."

Trick wasn't oblivious to the tense atmosphere the three women created, and pegged Tamsin as the initiator, as she was the only one who seemed to enjoy it greatly. He nodded at the Doctor's statement, his intent gaze fixed on the Detective. "Tell us everything you know."


"Tamsin," Lauren called out just as her boot-clad foot left the last stair. Big, grown eyes watched as the Detective turned around, leaning against the Dal's back exit door. She approached the woman with a shy smile which lifted both corner of her lips. "I wanted to thank you for all that you've done for-"

Courage Valkyrie, this is it. "I've been a massive dickhead and I'm-" Looking down at her feet, Tamsin sighed out of frustration. She wished it would be easier to convey her feelings into words, yet she found it easier to drink them away.

Looking up at the beautiful Doctor, she instantly felt uneasy at the simple thought of uttering the words swirling around in her head. "I'm sorry about the, um, shit I said to you when I was drunk." Her eyes darted everywhere but Lauren's softening facial expression, as she rubbed the back of her head.

As much as she wanted to blame Tamsin, she knew she was also fault for giving into her desires. "We're both to blame." Lauren defended, stepping closer towards the taller woman.

"Shut up and listen, please, I suck ass at this shit and I'm trying here." She cleared her throat, watching Lauren nod. The way loose strands of hair fell around the Doctor's face, contouring her perfectly straight and strong jaw-line, almost made Tamsin forget what she was going to say.

Taking a deep breath, she blurted everything out in one sentence: "I understand that I hurt you and I can't expect you to forgive me and I sure as fuck hope you don't think I'm helping the Scooby Gang to score points under the Doctor Hotpants column."

"Then why is it that you're helping us?" The question wasn't meant to accuse Tamsin of anything, Lauren was genuinely curious. Perhaps she could fool herself into thinking it was for science, though she knew she wanted a better picture of Tamsin's character; and it just so happens that motive and intent are usually good for that.

One hand on Lauren's shoulder, the other pointed at her own chest. "Look all I know is that there's this hole in my chest, and it hurts. I know that you feel it too, and it's all my fault, but I want to change that."

Lauren wanted to explain that what she was feeling was guilt and remorse, that Tamsin was in fact suffering from a broken heart that she, herself, had caused. However, the Doctor chose to lurch forward, gripping the collar of the blonde's shirt and bringing their mouths together. Every word and emotion unable to make it into sentence form was conveyed into this single passionate and needy kiss.

"I love you." Was softly whispered against Tamsin's lips. Letting go of the woman's shirt, Lauren rested one hand on the taller blonde's upper chest.

"Are you sure, Doc?" In this moment the hole in her chest felt whole again, and she wasn't prepared to let go just yet. She gently nuzzled the side of the Doctor's face and wrapped her fingers around the hand on her collar bone.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do." She loved Bo, she felt safe with her, but was the emotional torture worth it? Is feeling inadequate for the woman you love a way to build a long-standing relationship, or was it simply a precursor for the way that that it will ultimately crumble through their fingers and dissipate like it was never there in the first place?

Lauren doesn't have hundreds of year ahead of her; her mortality forces her to seek stability and happiness. Too many years she has spent at the servitude of others, placing their lives ahead of her as if she was nothing, lower than dirt; a slave. She acted on others' needs and barely recognized her own anymore. She stood in front of the only woman who had truly taken her heart, yet she had never felt this confused in her life.

"Nothing, but when the Succubus makes the same dumbass mistake I did, I'll be here." Offering her a charming smile, Tamsin lifted the woman's hand up to her lips and laying a soft kiss on it before letting it go completely.

The way Lauren looked down at her hands to hide her reddening cheeks, licked her lips and looked up at Tamsin with a wide smile, triggered an impromptu heart flutter in the Detective's chest. She wasn't quite sure she was suffering from a heart attack, or if her stomach was simply having trouble digesting the spicy chicken wings. Though, she was sure of one thing: Tamsin, the 1200 year old Valkyrie, was madly in love with this human.

Leaving the Dal, she headed straight for Dyson's apartment. She needed to not talk about her feelings, drink heavily and possibly go for a long motorcycle ride. She was aware that he wouldn't ask for a reason, wouldn't pry for an explanation as he needed none. Truth be told, the Wolf could take one look at his partner and know; he always did.