A/N: Hi-dee ho! You're probably going to hate me for this chapter but that's okay because you'll get over it eventually, just like Bo will ;)

Disclaimer: I'm not the owner or creator of this god send of a show. Sad.

Bo groaned in frustration as yet another soiled tissue missed the wastebasket beside her bed. She didn't have the strength nor the want to go pick it or the dozens of others off the floor so instead she snatched another from the box by her head. She used it to wipe away her smeared mascara from her tear-stained cheeks before another round of the salty drops could spill from her eyes.

She had been this blubbering mess for at least a day, maybe two. Not that she would know, either way. She couldn't be bothered with something as insignificant as time in her current state. Kenzi, try as she might, couldn't get the succubus out of bed. She couldn't even get her to explain what had happened. All she got was the silent treatment. Bo wasn't eating, wasn't feeding, and wasn't sleeping. She refused to talk to anybody.

Across the room, her phone lit up for the umpteenth time since she had found her way to bed. She squeezed her eyes shut tight as she felt the tears welling up, knowing exactly who was calling. Fortunately, that person was currently bed-bound, so she didn't have to worry about her simply showing up at the clubhouse. Though she was sure that, when given the opportunity, said person would make it to the derelict apartment eventually.

As thoughts of the caller filled her mind, she was brought back to the instance that had thrown her into this situation in the first place. She had never felt so betrayed, so stupid, so humiliated in her entire life. Sure, she had never officially laid claim to the Valkyrie but she had assumed that, by the way things had been going between them, they weren't far off from that point.

Apparently she was incorrect on that front. She let her thoughts travel back to the moments after Tamsin's 'incident' in her apartment above the Dal. She remembered the tall, thin, blonde Valkyrie – Anika – who had helped in saving Tamsin. The mere idea of this new character made her stomach churn and she let out a muffled sob as she chucked the tissue in her had at the trash can, missing again, and only furthering her agitation.

"Anika?" Tamsin huffed in solid astonishment as she took in the blonde girl standing behind Bo.

"Hey...Tams..." The girl's mouth turned up slightly in a small smile upon hearing her name from the wounded detective's mouth.

"Wh- what are you doing here?" Tamsin asked, unable to take her eyes off of the other Valkyrie.

"I uh...I work with Freya now. She has me monitoring the others, y'know, looking for any signs of trouble," the girl spoke softly. "I saw you using your doubt in reverse and it sent off a million alarms in my head. I couldn't just let you lo-...I couldn't sit back and watch you waste yourself like that. Especially not when you have other responsibilities."

Tamsin inhaled urgently, "Vilda."

"It's okay, she's fine. She's in her room. Breathe, babe," Bo said soothingly, running her thumb across the blonde's cheekbone. "So, how do you two know each other exactly? I mean, obviously you're both Valkyries but, from what I understand, there's a pretty good number of you guys. Were you friends or..."

The two Nordic fae exchanged a look that made Bo's stomach queazy. She wasn't sure why, but she had a very unsettling feeling about these two together.

"Anika and I were...we were together. It was centuries ago but we were sort of a packaged deal back then," Tamsin said nervously, looking at Bo.

"Oh..." The succubus let this sink in. So her ex is secretly spying on her from another world and just happens to see her in trouble and miraculously swoops in to save the day...yeah, that's not concerning or anything.

"We were more than together, Tamsin. Don't lie to her," Anika said gently, turning her gaze to Bo. "Tams and I were created for each other. Our souls were bonded at birth – there was no way in Valhalla that we wouldn't end up together eventually."

"...oh," Bo looked down at her hands. She was completely dumbfounded. She didn't know what to say or do or think.

"Hey, Nik, can you give us a minute?" Tamsin asked. The shorter Valkyrie nodded and began to walk away.

"I'll go see how Vilda is doing..."

Bo didn't bother watching the girl leave. She felt as if some sort of alien had moved into her gut and was beginning demolition to make room for its new home, tearing down the walls of her abdomen and ripping out her insides, one by one. It wasn't until she felt Tamsin's hand on her knee that she snapped out of her trance.

"Hey..." the blonde said softly. "What are you thinking about?"

"What happened with you two? If you were so 'made for each other' why aren't you with her now?"

"It's not like that, Bo. Yes, Anika and I were each born with the other in mind and yes I loved her for a very long time...but love can only get you so far in life. In our case, it just wasn't enough."

"So, you still love her then..."

"No, not anymore...that position is filled by someone else now." Tamsin smiled shyly and took Bo's hand in her own, raising it to her lips and laying a soft kiss to her knuckles. The succubus still wasn't satisfied. She could sense that there was something off about the way Anika interacted with Tamsin but she couldn't figure out why.

"Bo..." Tamsin spoke up again.

"Hmm?"

"Will you rest with me please? Anika won't care...she probably won't be back for a while anyways..."

"Y'know, I uh...I have this feeling that she might care, Tamsin..." Bo said lowly. "I should get going anyways. I have to pick up some food for Kenzi on the way home...she can't cook, she'll starve if I don't feed her."

Tamsin pulled her hand away slowly, a frown creasing her face. "Okay...will you be back?"

"Yeah. Anika says you need to rest for a few days, so I'll come by tomorrow to check in on you," Bo said, forcing a smile. She leant down and pressed a sweet kiss to Tamsin's lips before pulling away and heading towards the door.

She glanced back at the Valkyrie one last time before making her exit. She stood outside Tamsin's apartment for a few minutes, trying to process what she had just heard. I've heard people say they're made for each other but I never knew it was actually a thing...

She shook her head and marched down the stairs, intent on snatching a bottle of booze from behind the Dal's counter on her way out of the bar. She crossed the empty pub, nabbing a bottle of rum from the bottom shelf as she passed and walked out the door to her little yellow car. The air outside was cold. She rubbed her free hand against her bare arm, realizing that she had left her jacket in Tamsin's apartment with her phone and keys in its pocket.

"Shit," she muttered as she turned on her heel, heading back into the Dal and setting the bottle on the counter. She stood at the bottom of the stairs, not really wanting to go back inside but managing to talk herself into it anyways. She said she doesn't love her anymore. They ended hundreds of years ago, why are you so hung up on this?

When the brunette reached the top of the stairs, she went right into the apartment like she always did. She gasped loudly as she glanced over at Tamsin's bed. Where she herself had been sitting minutes before, Anika now sat with her body pressed over Tamsin's and her lips connected tightly to the detective's. When she heard the succubus' gasp, she quickly pulled back and skittered into Vilda's room.

Bo stared in shock at Tamsin on the bed. The blonde seemed to be just as taken aback as she was. After shaking off her initial surprise and disbelief, Bo grabbed her jacket from the back of the couch and flew for the door.

"Bo, wait!" Tamsin called after her, regaining her senses. Bo didn't pay attention, she was already halfway down the stairs. She grabbed the bottle off the counter and fled to her car, feeling tears sting her eyes as the bitter wind hit them.

The succubus glanced over at the shards of glass scattered by her nightstand that had once belonged to the rum bottle. After downing the entire thing in record time, she had shattered the empty container against the wooden planks of her floor out of frustration.

The light of her phone went dark from its place on her dresser across the room. She stared into the blackness where the light once was, feeling like it represented her current state of being to a decent extent. Tamsin had quickly become her light and now, leaving her to wallow in the darkness alone, that light was gone.

A/N: Before you say anything or yell at me or cut my head off, I am not breaking up our power couple! I am simply causing a bit of conflict to create more of a plot. Don't worry, I'll give you Tamsin's point of view in the next chapter, but for now you'll have to settle with this.

As always, thanks for all your love! Sorry for leaving you on such a cliffhanger with Anika in that last chapter!

xRiver