Bo had been watching Lauren carefully today. After the breakdown last night, which was extremely rare for the woman, Bo was concerned about what all of this new information meant. Everything that Lauren believed about her life, about her upbringing, had been shattered in the span of one day. It was reasonable to believe she would still be a mess today, but when they woke up this morning, all Bo could feel from her was numbness and a renewed sense of purpose. At first, Bo thought that Lauren had shut herself off from the bond, probably not wanting her wife to feel how much pain she was actually in, but upon closer inspection, Bo noticed that she was just numb.

How could she not be mad or upset still? Then again, Lauren had expelled a lot of emotions last night. Bo was angry enough for the both of them, and she didn't know why she was angry. When she was holding Lauren through her meltdown, she had promised to find Mr. Lewis and give him a swift kick in the ass. The media would have a field day with that, and Lachlan would be pissed. All the more reason to do it, she thought. Lachlan was on her shit list right now, too, though that was more of a sister and brother spat than anything major . She could get over that. Mr. Lewis, she could not.

He was a human trying to ensure that all humans were slaves; it was the opposite of what Bo intended to accomplish as Queen. She would definitely be removing the resistance from existence, and Gram was the one to give her answers. Bo decided it was time to stop playing by Gram's cryptic rules, too. If she was going to be a good queen, she had to learn how to demand straight answers. That meant practicing on either Gram or Trick, and Gram was the lucky one that was closest and would have the answers she needed.

That was planned for later, though. Right now, she wanted to spend a nice lunch with her favorite people…and Tamsin. They were talking over the details of the trip, which would take them across Scotland, Ireland, and England, to their ancestors' four clan castles. Kenzi had asked to go, and once they made arrangements with Gram to watch Alexie (since it would have been harder to lug two toddlers around instead of just one), Bo had been more than happy for the BFF backup, especially now that Vex and Tamsin were the other two backup.

Dyson had been given shore leave for lunch, and he looked extra uncomfortable. Lauren was watching him closely, though, and Hale was sitting by him, obviously ready to jump if needed. Surprisingly, Hale had become quite the leader here at the farm. He was a good head of security, and Bo found she felt safer leaving Alexie here with him. While the little blonde-headed boy was less of a target than Briann, he was still a target. Enemies would know that hurting her nephew would hurt her just as much as hurting her own daughter.

Actually, Dyson probably smelled fucking Tamsin's arousal. It was blinding today. Bo should have paid more attention and told Lauren to at least wear sleeves. She wasn't past going back to their bedroom and bringing her wife out a parka to wear, even if it was still hot and humid outside. That, or Bo shouldn't have allowed Lauren to sit next to the Valkyrie detective at all. If they didn't need her for the trip, Bo would probably not have even allowed Tamsin to join them for lunch.

Dyson was having a hard enough time as it was still struggling with the last vestiges of Emily's thrall. Being thrown around a cocktail of confused hormones and emotions couldn't be helping any.

Bo felt her eyes flash blue, causing her to panic that the others saw her. Tamsin really was blinding today, and Lauren was a bit, too. This morning, Lauren had that normal 5 around her that was always there, but last night's revelations had caused her to stay there instead of increase slightly, even when a very naked Bo saw her wife staring at her. Then, Tamsin showed up for lunch, and Lauren's energy increased. It pissed her off, but she didn't say anything, even if Kenzi sent a concerned look her way. She must have been showing her frustration on her face when Lauren lit up. She even hugged Tamsin, which was something extremely strange since Lauren was not a hugger, especially with somebody she barely knew.

Bo hated that her wife could feel such a strong pull and attraction from somebody that wasn't her. She was trying to be mature about it, since she knew Lauren would never do a thing about it. What made matters worse is that Lauren knew how Bo felt about Tamsin and the mutual attraction; she could sense how uncomfortable Bo was, but she still insisted on the Dark Fae woman being around. Was it the thrill of mixing with somebody from the opposing side? Sure, Tamsin was attractive; Bo did have two perfectly functioning eyes. Still, she didn't get the pull that her wife did. Was this another resistance trick? If they sent Emily and apparently Nadia after Lauren, it made sense that they would send somebody else. Even with her threatening glances toward the woman, Bo could tell that the detective really didn't care that she was all sorts of not-so-subtle flirting with another woman's wife right in front of said wife, who had previously threatened to cut her if she kept up with it. She wanted Lauren, and Bo had a feeling the woman usually got what she wanted.

"Not this time." She smirked and didn't realize she had spoken aloud until Kenzi and Lauren looked over at her, concern clear in their expressions. She just smiled and tried to save face. "Just thinking about some things."

"Lauren, I think I need to be excused back to my quarters." Dyson stood abruptly, a combination of fear and danger in his eyes. Was he picking up something she wasn't, or was she right that the hormone cocktail in this room was too much for him?

"Of course." She stood and went immediately into doctor mode. Her patient was number one priority now, so her previous spike in arousal dropped back to its normal five. Bo breathed out a frustrated sigh, glad for the distraction but upset that Dyson felt uncomfortable.

"I should go, too." Tamsin grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair as she stood, but she didn't put it on. She looked over at Lauren, who immediately smiled at the woman in return. Yes, Bo would definitely be locking that down; otherwise, Tamsin probably wouldn't be coming back alive from this trip. Bo had been mildly joking before when she said she would cut a bitch, but the more she was around the woman, especially when the woman was around Lauren, the more she saw the joke disappear completely into a serious declaration.

"We'll meet you at the travel agency tomorrow morning." Lauren moved over to hug Tamsin again. Bo could see that the Valkyrie detective liked the contact too much, and she had to hold the side of the table to stop herself from standing and cutting her right now. "Do not forget that thing we discussed."

"Oh, but the promise of you punishing me for forgetting is much more appealing." Tamsin arched an eyebrow, seeming yet again to forget that the woman she was flirting with had a wife sitting not five feet from her.

"Don't forget." Lauren chuckled at the joke, though her face was a bit stern. While Bo could admit she was glad that her wife was smiling and laughing after last night, she could also admit she was angry that it wasn't her Lauren was smiling and laughing at. Tamsin nodded and rolled her eyes in amusement before leaving. Lauren turned back to Bo, moving over to kiss the top of her head. She no doubt could feel how upset Bo was. "Stop overthinking things, babe. I'll be back in a bit."

With that, Lauren and Hale escorted Dyson out, presumably to take him back to the lab quarters. That just left Bo, Kenzi, and Vex in the dining room.

"Okay, what the bloody hell was that?" Vex pointed to the door where everyone had just exited. "I don't think I've ever seen our resident detective smile since Evony brought her in last year. Now, she's all about playing doctor?"

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Kenzi moved chairs to come sit next to Lauren's vacant one beside Bo.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I trust Lauren." Bo steeled her jaw, willing herself to control her anger and succubus need to take what was hers.

"If you want me to take her out, I have a butcher who owes me a favor." Vex leaned back in his chair, pushing it on its back two legs so he could rock. He said that so casually, like it was an everyday event to just kill off somebody for even looking at your wife funny. "You may want to stay vegetarian for about a month, though, just in case. Wouldn't want to eat the evidence yourself."

"That's not necessary, Vex, but thanks." She let out a harsh sigh and shook out her hands. "I trust Lauren."

"It's not Lauren that you're worried about, though." Kenzi laid her hand on Bo's thigh, stilling the shaking leg that she wasn't even aware was shaking. "Are you sure we should let her come with us? I've not seen you this upset in a while."

"It's not just the Tamsin thing." Bo bit her lip, not aware how much she really needed to process this information with somebody who wasn't her wife. Kenzi to the rescue, as always. Vex was just there for immoral support. "We found out yesterday that Lauren's dad is part of this resistance thing, and then, if that wasn't enough, Lauren finds her mom's old journal and discovers she has some big Light Fae Ash birthright. Apparently, my dear old in laws have been completely trying to control my wife since before she was even conceived. At least, that's what I got from what she told me."

"Woah, dude. That's intense." Kenzi took a second to let that settle, and Bo let her, only nodding her agreement. Vex had since learned when to keep his mouth shut. "You wouldn't be able to tell. The doc seemed so…normal. Maybe more intense than usual, but with taking care of Dyson, I thought it was just that."

"Well, that and the Norse bird trying to infiltrate your little love nest." Well, Vex did know when to shut up. It was kind of a tossup with him sometimes.

"I have all of this anger, and it's like she's all of a sudden fine with everything overnight."

"Apparently not, sweetcheeks. Your bond thing, remember? It's there, but she's being Lauren and pushing it aside. That means you get it. You know that." Kenzi had been around them long enough to understand how their bond worked on the outside. She saw the things they couldn't because of their sole focus on themselves. When Lauren had figured out the fae serum, Bo had asked if it could turn a human into a fae. Lauren had seemed to know why she was asking, and they had a long conversation about Kenzi. Bo knew it was unfair to even consider throwing her best friend into a world she didn't really want. Lauren just reminded Bo that it was going to be beautiful spending Kenzi's mortal life with her, watching her get old and eventually die, because it would remind them of how precious life really was. Lauren had finally explained what she had learned about hybrids dying. They were essentially mortals with a longer life span and great aging genes, but anything human could kill them: disease; mortal wounds; accidents. Even if she wouldn't change much in appearance, Lauren explained that she could die of natural causes without any warning. Since she had no guarantee of how long that natural life span would be, she insisted that she and Bo really take the time to enjoy and be with one another while they could. Since Bo had signed on for this to be it, her one and only love and relationship, Lauren mentioned she wanted to make it more than worth it for her. Bo had to agree, which was why it was so easy to trust Lauren wouldn't do anything about her attraction to Tamsin.

"Intrinsically, sure, but this anger is more. It's like I'm seeing and hearing about all of these horrible things, and I have this inherent need to do something about them." Bo had been feeling them since she came back from the dead. They had slowly crept up on her, but lately, they had been overwhelming. "I was going to talk to Gram about it here after lunch."

"Because getting answers from her is always so easy." Kenzi smirked a bit, which did relax Bo.

"That's just it. I'm going to try something new. I'm going to demand answers." Bo took another deep breath and let her shoulders loosen a bit, already convinced somehow that this method was going to work. It had to; they left tomorrow, and she didn't want the confusion and frustration to follow them on their trip. They had too many other things to worry about to let the other stuff cause them to implode.

"Telling off your wife's grandmother, who just happens to be a dear old friend of mine? You do realize she can make you disappear quicker than either I or the Morrigan could?" Vex seemed more amused by the prospect than anything. "Mind if I buy a front row seat to this train wreck?"

"No, I do this alone. I have to start practicing this queen thing, and that means I have to start thinking I have the real command. Gram will understand that; there will be no impaling today." Bo grabbed the last grape from the bowl sitting in the center, seeing that Vex was going for it. She did it more to prove she could than actually wanting it. He just huffed back in his seat. "I doubt Lauren will be back for awhile. She's probably going to finish preparing the lab and work so Janelle can take over this week. Good thing no apocalyptic fae disease or research is taking precedence right now. I kind of want to ride the Lauren/Bo happy train a bit longer before I lose my wife to her work again."

"You do realize you probably jinxed yourself there, love." Vex leaned back in his chair again, rocking but not falling. Bo kind of was rooting for him to tumble over; it was always funny to watch.

"One thing at a time. We're going to get Dyson better, we're going to do this crazy birthright tour for our daughter, and we're going to come back and kick some resistance ass." Bo took one last breath to steel herself before standing. It was now or never. If Gram hadn't joined them for the actual eating part of lunch earlier, Bo would have used that excuse as a peace offering. Nobody could turn down her grilled cheese sandwiches.

When she walked back to Gram's office, she didn't expect the door to already be open. Gram never did this, saying it was a power move to make her appointments wait on her to allow them entry. Bo wondered if she would keep an open door policy, or if people would abuse that so she would have to start leaving her door closed, too. What would her door be? Where exactly was she supposed to rule? She had been assuming that she would do it from the farm, since it had become their home. Was that wrong to assume, though? The need for Dark and Light territories and rules about crossing the enemy lines would be a thing of the past once she took control, so why would it matter where she ruled? This was definitely something she would have to consult with Lauren about, since it would probably be their home, as well. Wherever they landed, Kenzi and Alexie had to come with them. That wasn't even a question.

Still, Gram leaving her door open was odd. It was almost like she was expecting her. When Bo saw her face light up after she entered, politely knocking on the doorframe before doing so, Bo waited until Gram looked up from the open file on her desk before saying anything. She was determined to do this, and she wanted to do it before she lost her nerve.

"Okay, I need answers." Bo hesitated slightly before deciding she had to stand her ground. She walked over and sat down across from Gram, making sure to keep strong eye contact. "What I mean is, I don't want the cryptic. I want real answers."

"Of course you do." Gram smiled playfully before rolling her eyes. "What is it you want to know?"

"Everything." Bo held her gaze, daring her to argue. "But right now, I will do with information on the resistance."

"Ah, that's a name I haven't heard in centuries." Gram leaned back in her chair, folding her hands together on her lap. "Though I'm surprised it took them this long to resurface. I would have expected them to make moves much sooner."

"Apparently, they have been making moves for years…with your granddaughter." Bo propped her arm off the back of the chair, relaxing a little. "Lauren's father is apparently part of it and has been running interference in her life. I'm not exactly sure the details, but I know Emily was sent to her, and I think Nadia has something to do with it, too."

"I knew I never liked him for a reason." Gram stared at the wall for a second, and Bo gave her a chance to process before continuing. The older woman took a deep breath before nodding, standing, and moving to sit in the chair next to Bo's, putting them at an even level. "Angela was asked by the old Ash to take on a big peace project, to prepare for the changes that would happen in the world. When Lauren was born, I knew she was special because I knew who she was. So did Angela. Somehow, William must have found out. It actually explains a few things from these past few years. Do we know any of the endgame?"

"I know he's wanting to enslave all of humanity to the fae, and he hurt Lauren. She loved him, and he threw that away. I don't need to know anything more than that. Whatever this resistance is, I want it gone."

"Spoken like a true leader." Gram looked impressed, which surprised Bo considering the woman hardly ever showed this in her expressions. "The resistance is as old as the clans. There is no telling how far they reach, but I do know they feel threatened because once you go into power, they have no more control over the fae. They have no more influence, but they will keep trying. Anyone who dares oppose you once you accept your throne will be stupid, and this world is full of idiots. Still, their purpose will be annihilated once you are queen. You think a power hungry group wants that? So, of course, they're going to do everything to stop you from taking control before that happens."

"But her dad has been doing this to Lauren for years before I came along." Bo rubbed both of her hands along the back of her neck. For some reason, she was feeling extra stressed.

"There are any number of prophetic fae in the world. It's not unlikely that one is part of the resistance." Gram moved forward to place a comforting hand on Bo's knee, but she didn't send the usual Hestian warmth with it. This surprised Bo, who sent her a curious glance in response. The woman seemed to understand. "I need to start getting used to asking permission before I dose you with my power. It is a sign of respect."

"You never have to ask to comfort me. You're my wife's grandmother; we're family. I would expect nothing less." Bo placed her hand on top of Gram's, smiling at her. She instantly felt the warmth being passed to her and relaxed. Gram would definitely be sticking around; it was good to have a Hestian on your side for those extra stressful days. "If they're after me, and if they're after Lauren, then what is stopping them from attacking you while we're gone? I'm not so sure about leaving now."

"This is necessary, dear. Just follow the instructions, which I am sure my granddaughter has meticulously planned, and you will be fine. You will be stronger. All of you will." Gram leaned even further, almost in a conspiratorial manner. "And that was not cryptic. That is all I know. You are getting ready to embark on unchartered territory. This has never been done before, so I have no advice to give you on what to expect. I can just give you the instructions."

"It's not too late to call Woods to set up a barrier around the farm." Bo wasn't really prepared to deal with his special brand of insane, but she would do what was necessary to protect her family. "I will tell Evony and Lachlan to send patrols here, but only people they trust completely. Emily is part of the Ash's guard, so it wouldn't surprise me if more people were on the inside."

"We do what is necessary to protect our family. Sometimes, we have to do hard things to ensure that remains." Gram looked so serious and sad, as though she was recalling a recent memory. "I have killed to protect my family, and I would do it again. I'm not the weak old lady you probably think me."

"I don't…" Bo was still trying to imagine Gram killing somebody. She was so nice that it was hard to remember she was Dark Fae. Dark didn't mean bad, but it did mean doing things differently.

"The tattoo that Lauren has been trying to discover for the past few months." Gram walked over to her desk and started sketching something on a post it note. She handed it to Bo, who looked at it in shock. "Look familiar?"

"Yes, that's it. This is that damned thing…well, I think it is." Bo looked up from the post it note. "It's a good thing you run a farm. I'm not so sure you'd make it as an artist."

"Oh, my dreams have forever been crushed." Gram rolled her eyes in amusement before smirking and nodding toward the tiny piece of paper in Bo's hand. "You have solved yet another mystery. That is the resistance's brand. Anyone involved with the resistance is marked, even without them being aware sometimes. They mark their pawns so that they can keep better track of them."

"How can you not be aware you are getting a tattoo?" Bo crumpled the paper. She didn't need to show it to Lauren, though Kenzi would probably get a good laugh at the poor drawing skills. Kenzi was the worst about putting Gram on a pedestal; it would do good for her to see that the woman couldn't do everything. Bo knew that was exactly what she needed with Lauren at one point, so she was glad to find a few things her wife wasn't good at, such as skeeball. Bo had kicked her ass last time they took Kenzi and the actual kids to the arcade.

"You have been with the fae how long now?" Gram just sent an amused smirk her way, as though this were all the explanation she needed. "You will be fine on this trip. You have nothing to worry about."

"Well, other than not knowing what to expect, horny detectives tagging along, and possibly signing up our daughter for something she doesn't want. I know the feeling and don't want her to be forced into something. She should have a choice when she's old enough to handle it." Bo recalled the entire queen thing and not being asked if she wanted that role. She knew why she was so angry then. Plus, she wasn't exactly getting laid on a regular basis, so she was more irritable at the time, too. "Briann is going to be allowed to choose to be whatever and whoever she wants."

"And I would expect nothing less from you." Gram smiled before standing again. "Now, is there anything else you absolutely need to know right now? I do have a farm to run."

"How do we defeat this thing? I'm used to going up against individual enemies. I've never had to take down an entire organization before."

"Nobody has ever defeated 'this thing' after centuries of existence. Nobody has even come this close, or known who was part of it." Gram walked around to sit in her oversized chair, but before she did, she sent Bo a look that expressed her true concern and pride. "I have faith in you. If anybody can, it is you."

"When we get back from this trip, you have to let us start doing more around the farm. Lauren can cook sometimes, and I fix a mean fence post." Bo smiled before finally standing herself.

"You're volunteering your wife for things?" Gram looked amused, as she sat back in her chair and started to chuckle. "You've been married a year now; two if you count the first time you got married unofficially. Surely you know better by now."

"It's something we discussed before; it wouldn't be completely involuntary volunteering." Bo walked to the door, turning around before she exited, thinking better of it. "I'm serious, Gram. Let us start helping more; you look so tired lately, and you watch Briann all of the time when Kenzi can't. You let us live here; the least we can do is earn our keep."

"You're a good woman, Bo." Gram relaxed in her chair before nodding one last time. Bo smiled back at her before exiting the room, pulling the office door shut behind her without needing to ask.