Even though this is based on season 2 I felt Bo was pretty selfish during season 3 so this is kinda slipping into that mood. Hope you guys understand the end.

Between sisters, often, the child's cry never dies down. "Never leave me," it says; "do not abandon me." ~Louise Bernikow

The house was a mess. No really it was a mess and not like the usual 'it was a mess' it was more like an inferno of hot messiness. Pizza boxes had been scattered from the stack that had been earlier built up. Beer bottles were rampant across the floor and so were clothes that Bo couldn't figure how they got down there in the first place. Papers and magazines lay aimlessly in a messy pile where beer bottles surrounded it, and broken vodka bottles lay just in front of a stained wall. So yeah the house was a mess but that wasn't important. What was important was the pale girl who lied on the couch quiet and unmoving at the mess with a almost empty bottle of vodka in her hands.

"Kenzi?" Bo asked although she was highly aware of who the girl was. "You okay?" Bo stepped carefully closer to her friend and as she did she noticed Kenzi's grasp tighten against the bottle. "Kenzi are you…"

"Stay away from me." Kenzi's voice quivered with an undeniable anger. "Just stay there." and there under her quivering voice Bo could hear the slur that was no doubt the result of long-term alcohol consuming.

"Did I do something wrong?" Bo asked confused.

Kenzi smirked coldly at her friend as she let out a bitter laugh. "Did you? Did you do something wrong?" Kenzi laughed like the question was the joke of the year. "Of course you fucking did something wrong! Is it so impossible for you to think you can do something wrong?"

Bo avoided the question. "The house is a mess." She whispered. At that moment Bo didn't want to talk about it anymore. She suddenly felt like less of an adult and more like a young girl being chastised by her mother.

"No it's fucking not!"

She stood up slowly; Kenzi's dark mane shrouded her face giving her a dark and controlling look. Clearly disoriented by the alcohol Kenzi stumbled behind the couch, nearly falling at the attempt. Yet, slow but steady she made her way towards Bo.

"Kenzi the house is dirty." Bo said disagreeably.

Once again Kenzi let out a bitter laugh before she took another swing of her drink. Her bloodshot eyes met Bo's with a furious glare. Closer than they were earlier Bo could now smell the alcohol on Kenzi's breath. It was strong and pungent, nearly punching Bo's face with the smell itself.

"It is not!" She yelled in Bo's face. "My home is not dirty." She circled around Bo once. "It is not dirty Bo." Their eyes met once again. This time Bo acknowledged the fury in Kenzi's eyes.

It was then that Bo had to wonder what happened. It was time to celebrate wasn't it? They had won hadn't they?

Kenzi finished the vodka before she let the bottle slip to the floor.

"Kenzi the house…" Bo stopped at the pain of the punch that was just thrown at her. Then there was another and another and Bo was too shocked to react.

"My home is not dirty!"

"What the hell Kenzi?"

Kenzi's drunken stupor made her punches slower and weaker but still she continued on in her rage. "You're my Home Bo and you are not dirty!" She cried. "You are fucking condemned. I have lived in you for two damn years and still you do not consider my feelings. Like what the hell am I suppose to do when you're gone? Huh?" She threw an extra hard punch at Bo that almost made her fall back into the messy pile of magazines. "Do you not appreciate me?"

"Kenzi what are you talking about? I appreciate you. I love you."

"You sure have-you…you have a bad way of showing it Bo. God you are so selfish." After throwing another punch that this time Bo decided to dodge Kenzi couldn't help but lose her balance and fall back on her ass. Not even stopping her raging rant she looked up at Bo with angry tears in her eyes. "You asked me…Bo you asked me to…made me promise…if you couldn't stop" Kenzi's voice lowered into a scary whisper. "To kill you"

"Kenz I'm sorry."

"Have you ever stopped playing super hero long enough to just sit down and think about how I might be feeling. Do you even know how much pain I feeling when I say your eyes like that?" Kenzi's head throbbed at her own voice. "Did you ever think of the positioned you put me in?"

"Kenzi I am sorry." Bo pleaded with her. She hadn't thought about it like that.

"I would have had to kill my best friend. I would have lost my sister. I would have lost my home. I would have lost everything." Kenzi was so tired. Tears ran down her face without her permission and at the moment breathing out her emotion was causing her so much pain that she just wanted to go to sleep. She lied back, just barely missing the mess of shattered glass she had left behind her. "You are my home Bo and I can't lose you." Kenzi closed her eyes the alcohol taking over her.

Bo smiled a little at that. "I'm not going anywhere, not without you."

She sat down beside Kenzi and placed Kenzi's head on her lap before brushing back the girl's black mane of hair. Bo looked around the junky room knowing tomorrow she would have the clean it up by her lonesome since she was sure Kenzi's hangover would be intense. "As long as you live I will be here." She looked down at the disturbed body. "I promise."

You

are my home

Although damaged

and half condemned

You are my beating heart

You are the life that I live in

You are my rest, Hope and my end

Because you are my home my sister

And truly my only best friend

I guess that's why I need you

I know that's why I can't leave

Because I know in my heart

Home will always only be us

Together Forever you and me