I am figuring out where to go with this now, these may be a bit boring. but i am trying to work out what will happen next to these two before i ramp up with the one idea i have. but like i said tamsin was a perfect fit for the last chapter, she has no romantic interest in lo, but there is a reason why she is in this story. that and i wanted to stay true if i chose to use existing fae characters. i like tamsins sassiness and strength, but i am bo lo till the end! enjoy! i will now dive into the thought process for the next run.

Bo and I ended our embrace and as she held the door to the car open for me, I heard the gruff voice, "Captain Lewis."

I turned to it and saw Tamsin standing just outside the embassy doors. She looked different, still in her uniform but a little bit more formal than I just had experienced her, in her hands she had a decent sized box. I paused and faced her, "yes?"

She stepped to me her eyes catching Bo as she came around from the front of the car, and to stand next to me. Tamsin stared at Bo for a minute, "um, do you mind if I have a private word with you, Captain?"

Bo looked at the two of us, "Lauren? Who is this?"

"This is the commander of my unit; I am not sure what else she wants from me." I was mildly agitated, "I won't be long."

I followed Tamsin to the side of the main entrance, we stood off to the side, I spoke quietly so no one could readily hear us, "What do you want? You did just give me my freedom or are you taking it back?"

Tamsin shook her head; she was still looking at Bo, "she is beautiful. More so in person…." She turned to meet me, "Relax honey, I am not here to steal your girlfriend or renege on your freedom." She held up the box to me, I could smell the whiskey all around her as she spoke, "I forgot to give you this, it was the only actual military thing I was supposed to do. "She shrugged casually. I opened the top of the box and saw inside there were medal boxes. I had been all too familiar with them throughout my career. I closed the box and tucked it under my arm, "thank you."

Tamsin was once again staring at Bo, "just remember what I told you, honey, live this life as glorious as the last, it won't be too hard especially with her on your arm."

I was done with this conversation, "thank you, tamsin. I am going to leave now." I turned to walk away and back to Bo, who was now standing with her arms folded and intensely staring at tamsin in a not so friendly manner.

Tamsin reached out and grabbed my elbow, "one last message." I paused and looked back at her, her eyes were very soft as she spoke, "Cate has forgiven you and said its ok for you to forgive yourself and move on," she motioned to Bo, "make it count, because I have given you fair warning, I will return." She dropped her hand from my elbow and snapped to attention, throwing me a pristine salute. I immediately did the same; it was a symbol of honor and respect. When Tamsin dropped the salute, she waved me off, "get the hell out of here Captain and throw that damn uniform out, you won't ever need it again." She took long strides and disappeared back into the building.

I stood stunned for a second until I felt Bo's hand slide around my waist, "are all of you army ladies that rough?" Bo looked at me with a half-smile, "I almost had to punch her the way she kept staring at me."

I laughed lightly, trying to put an ease on the situation, "I almost did too, but can you blame her?" I bent down and kissed her cheek, "she just had to give me the last of my commendations and reassure that I will never have to put this uniform on again."

Bo smiled wide, "great! Let's go get you out of it!" She stopped, "um I mean let's go get you changed and go shopping?"

I smiled, nodded and hopped as best as I could into the car, setting the box on the floor in front of me. I smiled as Bo began talking excitedly about what kind of clothes she would love to see me try. I smiled and started to feel at peace, but Tamsins warning had me thinking, what did she mean? She would return for me? I would have to refresh my Valkyrie knowledge as soon as I could.

The rest of the afternoon was cut short; I had become extremely tired after lunch and a trip to one of the clothing shops. I was pushing my body too hard too fast. I wasn't a super human or super species that could heal in the matter of moments. It had only been two weeks since I was hurt. I was very quiet as Bo drove us back to the compound. We had held hands all the way back; it was different now that there was nothing I had left to hide from her. I had a blank state to start from.

We arrived back at the compound a little before the dinner hour, Bo helped me back to my room and I eagerly took off my uniform and laid it on the couch. I could feel Bo's eyes on my half naked body; I spoke to her as I moved to put on my pajamas, "you can go find other…means to feed if you need while I am a little incapacitated." I looked down at the gauze on my stomach, it needed changing. I had moved too much and was slightly seeping.

Bo set down the shopping bags and moved toward me, "I am fine Lauren, and I won't do that, I have been using your injections. The fae labs were able to replicate your formula and I have a decent stockpile now." She also noticed the gauze, "let me help you change that." She went to the bathroom and came back out with the supplies the nurses had left in there for me. I was too tired to fight her; I just hoped Bo could handle what was beneath.

Bo motioned for me to move over to the couch where she sat down and positioned me in front of her. She began to pull on gloves and prepare to change the dressing. I looked down and watched her, "I know, I am just saying I don't know how long it will take. I get tired walking down the street, let alone spending a night with you." I ran my hand down her hair, "I understand that you have to stay healthy, while I return to healthy, and I did abandon you…our relationship."

Bo looked up at me, with a steely gaze, "we never broke up, Lauren, and you have always been my girlfriend. There wasn't anyone else in the time we were apart. I couldn't bring myself to look at or even touch another like I had you." Bo reached up and put her gloved hands on my hips, "lift your shirt up?"

I gathered my shirt up and held it under my breasts, I could feel her eyes on my skin, "even though we are in a weird space right now, there will never be anyone who could replace you." Bo dragged a finger down my uncovered skin, pulling a shudder from me, distracting me long enough to rip of the gauze in one quick motion. I felt nothing but hear her gasp like I expected when she saw what was underneath. I reached down to her hand, steadying it, "I can do it if it's too much for you to look at." Bo shook her head, "I am good, I just…I am ok."

I could see her clench her jaw as she viewed the wound, She wanted to talk about it, but didn't out for my sake. She took a deep breath and busied herself cleaning it. She was quiet proficient at her movements; I wanted to ease the moment, "are you a secret doctor and I don't know about it? You are doing quite well at this."

Bo smiled, and kept working, "while you were still out of it after surgery, I followed the nurses around like a little kid, learning as much as I could and they would show me how to take care of you, if I needed too." She pulled out a cotton ball, looked at me with a smile, "this may sting a little." She dabbed at my stomach and I flinched, Bo instinctively grabbed my hip, steadying me as she finished. She then covered it with clean gauze but as she put the tape around the edges, her fingers drew a slow line around my stomach that drove me nuts. I dropped my shirt down as fast as I could. Bo then set to cleaning up the supplies, I went and sat on the edge of the bed, I whispered, "thank you, I apologize if it was a little gruesome."

Bo stripped her gloves off and put them in the same trash bag my old dressing was in, "I can't lie, it is pretty gross and I wish that I could take it away for you, but I haven't figured out that power yet." She looked at me, "Lauren, can I ask you a question? Two actually?"

"Yes."

"Will you be my girlfriend again? Like go steady with me again? And what did it feel like?"

I smiled at her first question, "of course I will be your girlfriend again, but like you said we never really broke up, I just disappeared." I reached for her hand, and when she took it I pulled her to sit next to me on the bed, "it felt like nothing, no pain or anything. It happened so fast that my body went into shock, the only thing I felt was when I left my body, there was an incredible feeling of peace and calm I had never experienced in my life. But as for the real physical plane, I felt nothing, until now and it's just sore and inconvenient. I can't move as much as I would like." I looked at her, "Why do you ask? Both questions?"

Bo shrugged, "I never really feel pain for long, physical pain. I heal quickly and forget." She leaned her head on my shoulder, "I just got tired of calling you my friend to the nurses, but I didn't want to jump the gun until I could ask you."

I smiled, "Bo you are adorable and a little dorky." I poked her in the side and she yelped a little, and pouted, "I am not dorky." I laughed, "You have the potential to be just as nerdy and dorky as me." I kissed her on the temple, "that's what I adore most about you."

Bo bumped against me, "no one can ever be nerdy as you." She winked at me, "how much longer do you have to stay here? I mean it is gorgeous here and that bed I may have to smuggle home, but there is too many people always in and out and I would love to just have a little more privacy with you."

I also wanted some privacy, Bo had stayed with me the last few days and I could see the looks the staff gave me. She was well known as the unaligned, but because of me they overlooked it, but I knew time would run out of courtesy. "I get a checkup tomorrow and ask if I am clear to travel."

Bo lay back on the bed, her arms folded under her head, "what if I just kidnap you?"

I looked over at my shoulder, eyebrow cocked, "I think that could be an idea if I don't get the green light tomorrow." I placed a hand on her leg, "I am ready for bed, I am about to pass out. You are welcome to stay if you want."

She cocked her head and stared at me, "just sleep?"

I frowned and nodded, "soon." Bo groaned and rolled off the bed, "I need to take a cold ass shower." She stood up and grabbed one of the shopping bags and pulled out the extra clothes she had bought herself. Bo had not gone back to the small hotel she had rented a room at since she started staying with me. She was hesitant to leave me. She pulled out a few articles of clothing, before she headed to the bathroom she picked up the box tamsin gave me and brought it over to me. "Here, you should at least look at these before you put them into storage with that uniform."

I took it slowly and set it on my lap; I waited until I heard the water running in the shower before I opened the box. There were four boxes of the same shape and size, a thin stack of papers under them and a small envelope that looked ancient. I pulled the papers out and it was all of my formal paper awards that went with each of the medals and my formal discharge certificate, signed by tamsin. I opened the medals one by one; I had gotten another star of military valour, another sacrifice medal, and the star of courage along with another campaign medal. I looked at them all and set them back in the box, it was officially a part of my past that I wouldn't have to look back at unless I wanted to. I then reached for the ancient envelope. There were no markings on it, I opened it up and silver charm the size of a half dollar fell out into my palm. I held it up and looked at it. It looked as old as the necklace from Bo. It was a pair of raven wings made from silver, they were worn and heavy. I was confused; I held them against my palm as I pulled the small paper out of the envelope it came with. The note was written in a handwriting that looked equally ancient. Hard angles of pen strokes that I could tell was the result of being taught how to write over thousands of years ago, it was beautiful and hard to read, but I was able to decipher it.

"You are a great warrior. Never forget that, stop living for others and start living for yourself. Keep the wings as a reminder….you have changed the fate of many. –T"

I set the note back into the envelope and held the wings in my hand, Tamsin was an intriguing enigma. I squeezed the wings in my hand tightly. I then reached back into the box and pulled out the small box containing the star of courage, the highest honor bestowed upon me, I pulled the medal out and set it in another box. I then delicately set the raven wings in the box, slid the note underneath the velvet cushion and closed the box. I then took it and set it in the pocket of my favorite leather jacket.

I then heard the shower turn off, and a short minute later Bo stepped out. She smiled at me and held her arms out, "what do you think?"

She was dressed in a God Save the Queen tourist shirt that was a little bigger than what Bo normally wore, that also barely covered her lower half, which I was certain she wasn't wearing much underneath.

I smiled and shook my head, "you are such a tourist."

She padded past me and climbed into bed, "when in Rome?"

I sat in the exam room, sitting on the exam table hearing the paper crinkle around underneath me. It was different for me to be on the other side of the fence so to speak, the patient instead of the doctor. I fidgeted as I waited for the doctor to come into the room. I made a note that I would not make patients wait any longer than they had now that I was experiencing the anxiety I was certain they felt.

I looked around the room and was about to get up to start looking through drawers to see what kind of supplies they held, when the door opened and the doctor stepped in. It was a different doctor than the surgeon who had initially worked on me. This doctor was a lady, a lady in her late forties and distinctly English through and through, with a gentle hint of Irish accent. She smiled at me as she sat down, held out a hand in greeting, "hello doctor Lewis, I am Doctor Emma Evans." Her touch was as gentle as her nature. She flipped through my chart, "you are healing nicely, and progressing as expected for a human and you no longer need the antibiotics."

The human comment hung on my ears, I knew I was in a fae hospital, but it still felt weird. I couldn't help but ask, "What kind of fae are you?"

Dr. Evans smiled as she continued to read over my chart, "I am a shaman, a Gaelic one from the tip of Ireland." She set the chart on her lap, "I heal people through my talents, and I have only worked with the light fae that come in. You are actually my first human in my entire career. Quite the human actually, I have heard about your endeavors in the human world as a doctor and a researcher, I am most impressed with your work with the succubus." She caught the look that came across my face, "but I am not here for that, you have been inquiring when you can go home. The nurses have told me that you have taken upon yourself to do all of your dressings? Doctor heal thyself."

I shrugged, "I don't want to burden the staff any more than I have, but yes I am eager to go home, I am certain I am well enough to leave your care." I paused, "not that the care has not been outstanding, I just want to go home."

Doctor Evans smiled, "of course, well looking at your charts your only issue is the seeping you still have from the wound. Everything else has begun to knit together as it should." She sighed and scooted closer to me, "I can help you with that." She motioned me to lift up my shirt; she then peeled the gauze off my stomach. She looked at it closely, and then she held up her hand. It began to glow a light green. Doctor Evans then placed her hand on top of my wound. I felt a warm feeling and the pain pull out of me. She only held her hand against me for a few seconds before pulling away. "That will take care of the seeping, and I can officially sign off on you going home."

I looked down at my stomach and saw that the wound was closed up even more, the deep red edges were gone and there was no pain as I touched it. Doctor Evans was washing her hands and looked back at me, "when you get home, have them take the stitches out. You won't need them in a few days and in a week you will only have a white scar." She dried off her hands and picked up my chart. "The nurses will bring the discharge paperwork to your room."

As she went to walk out of the room she stopped in the doorway, "one thing Doctor Lewis, when you return home, I hope that you continue to work with the fae, we need a talented doctor like you. Take care." She smiled wide at me and closed the door behind her. I sat and stared at the wound, everyone knew who I was, and it made me feel like an instant celebrity. My life was becoming weirder and weirder by the day.

TBC