Author's Note: oh, ye of little faith... calm your doccubus-loving hearts down! haha. now, tamsin/rachel is a vital part of the story, as much as it seems to pain you guys, so i'm sorry about that, but if you continue to read this story you'll understand why i brought her into it. anywho, thanks for reading and reviewing, and thank you, Haruka-Clone, for letting me know i have some sort of psychic ability when it comes to zoie palmer haha thats awesome.

Bo

I had decided to go to the Dal and find out if Trick had made any progress in translating the ancient code. Kenzi had stayed at the house despite my worries about leaving her there alone while there were Fae hunting Lauren. She'd tried to reassure me that she'd be fine but I still didn't like the idea and wondered why she had volunteered to stay behind.

"Hey, Bo," Hale greeted me as I walked into the Fae bar and he was about to walk out.

"Hey. Have you heard from Dyson at all? I left him a message like, three hours ago."

Hale shook his head, "I haven't talked to him since yesterday morning."

"Isn't that weird? I thought you guys were going through the Ash's archives. And you are still cops, right?"

Hale shrugged, "He hasn't been really chatty the past few days. You know, with you guys breaking up... I don't want to push him to talk about it. If I know Dyson, he's probably just locked up in his apartment with his punching bag."

I nodded slowly, but something didn't seem right.

"Well, I'll see you around. I have to talk to Trick." He nodded and I walked past him and up to the bar.

"Bo," Trick said as he wiped down the bar. "I was just about to call you."

I raised my eyebrows, "Did you find anything?"

"Hm? Oh, you mean the prophecy," he said in a low tone. "Unfortunately, no. I just wanted to check in with you, make sure you, Kenzi and Lauren were okay."

"We're fine."

"Good, that's good. No more incidents then?"

"No. Have you talked to Dyson?"

Trick sighed, "He only told me about the bounty hunters because he is worried about you. And word has spread about the abduction, as well as the rumor of a human being made Fae."

I shook my head, "It's not that. I meant when was the last time you spoke to him?"

Trick studied my face for a second, looking confused. "Before he went to go check on you yesterday morning. Why?"

"I've just been trying to get in touch with him. If you see him, tell him to call me."

He nodded, "I will."

"Thanks." I turned around and started for the door. I knew I might be overreacting, but it couldn't hurt to swing by Dyson's apartment and see if he was home.

Lauren

Tamsin and I had just left the apartment and were driving back to Bo's house. It had been a nice place; two bedrooms, one bathroom and a large living area attached to a medium-sized kitchen. The rent was surprisingly low, too, so I decided it was worth filling out an application. The second bedroom would be perfect for a small lab area.

"So, I have to ask," Tamsin said, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked over and waited for her to continue. "What happened to your bandage?"

"Oh, um," I stalled, mentally cursing myself for forgetting about the charade. "A friend helped me out," I replied when I couldn't think of any better excuse.

"You mean the Succubus?"

"Bo, yes."

"We met briefly the other night. She thought I was someone else, though," she explained then glanced over at me quickly before adding, "I may have hit on her."

"And why are you telling me this? I thought it was clear that I'm not interested in you like that, so you don't need to explain yourself to me," I told her, annoyed. Hearing about her flirting with Bo made my stomach hurt.

"Relax, Doc. I don't get hung up on what I can't have," she said in a somewhat condescending tone. "I just thought you'd want to know that she turned me down, too."

"Why do you think I'd want to know that?" I asked her, even though it made me feel a little better.

She looked over and rolled her eyes at me, "Because it's obvious that she's the girl you're not 'technically' with."

I stayed quiet, running my thumb back and forth over the edge of my seat belt, unsure of what to say.

After a minute, Tamsin turned to me and opened her mouth to say something, but then looked past me, her eyes wide. "Shit!" she cursed.

I quickly turned to look out my window as Tamsin slammed on the gas pedal, pushing us forward so that the large, black SUV hit the tailgate of her truck instead of me.

Bo

I knocked on Dyson's door, then waited. I had called him on the drive over but he hadn't answered, so I left another message telling him I'd be stopping by.

I knocked again, since he might have been sleeping. Still, no answer.

I pulled out my phone and called him. A few seconds later, I heard ringing coming from inside the apartment.

"Dyson?" I called through the door. "Dyson, it's Bo. Can you just come to the door so I know you're okay?"

Nothing. Shaking my head, I decided to call the station.

"Hello?" a gruff voice answered, but it wasn't Dyson.

"Uh, hi. I'm calling for Detective Thornwood."

"He's not here," the man said in a bored tone.

"Do you know where he is?"

"No. He hasn't come to work in two days."

"He hasn't called in or anything?"

"No, ma'am."

I gave the man my name and number and asked him to call if Dyson checked in. I knew he probably wouldn't call back, but I didn't know what else to do. This was starting to get really weird.

After I hung up, I called Hale.

"Hey, Bo," he answered loudly, and I flinched.

"Hey. Do you know the address of the gym Dyson goes to?"

"Uh... yeah. I think so."

"Can you text it to me?"

"Sure. Everything okay?" he asked and I heard a familiar voice in the background.

"Is that Kenzi?" I wasn't sure if I was hearing things. "Are you at my house?"

"What? No, of course not," he answered quickly and my curiosity was piqued. "Anyway, I should get you that address. I'll talk to you later."

"Um, okay. Bye," I said, not sure what just happened. I could have sworn that was Kenzi.

My phone buzzed and I looked at the address on my screen.

I turned back to the door. "If you're just ignoring me, I'm going to be so pissed, Dyson."

Lauren

The truck had spun, flipped and then landed heavily on its wheels. My eyes had been closed tight the whole time, and I was afraid of what I'd see when I opened them.

"Doc," Tamsin said, her voice sounding far away. "Lauren!"

My body was shaking, everything was numb. I slowly opened my eyes. The windshield and all the windows were shattered and there was glass everywhere. I looked at Tamsin and saw the large gash on her forehead, blood running down her face and neck.

"Lauren, are you alright?"

I tried to speak but couldn't find my voice.

"Listen, just stay here and keep your head down," she instructed, reaching over to her glove box and wrenching it open. She grabbed a gun and kicked at the driver's side door. Why did she have a gun?

When the door wouldn't open, she pulled herself out through the window. "Keep your head down!" she repeated before running around the front of the truck. I ducked down but kept my head high enough to see her run towards the road as two huge, muscular men exited the black SUV with their own guns.

They were too far away to hear, and I stayed completely still as the scene unfolded.

The men were pointing their guns at the much smaller blonde, but soon their aim began to waver and eventually their guns dropped as they stared at Tamsin in some sort of trance. Then, they both seemed to faint, collapsing to the ground and not moving.

Tamsin started to walk back to the truck and I raised my head just as she doubled over and fell to the ground.

My door was jammed and I had to slam my shoulder into it several times before it budged. I jumped out of the car and ran over to her. She was unconscious but her pulse was strong. I looked back at the mangled truck; there was no way it would be able to run. I turned my gaze to the SUV, seeing only the front was smashed. We were at least two miles away from Bo's, and taking the SUV seemed like the only option since I didn't know how long the men would be out. I quickly grabbed Tamsin, lifting her upper body, and dragged her towards the road. I heaved her into the backseat, then hurried to the driver's side, relieved that the men had left their keys in the ignition. As I climbed in, I felt a sharp pain in my side and looked down. The black tank top was ripped open and soaked with blood. I lifted it to see a deep cut on my right side, just below my rib cage. The shock wore off and I felt all the pain that had been numb until that point. Clenching my jaw, I clamped my hand over the wound and started the car.

I pulled into the driveway minutes later, just as Tamsin was starting to wake up.

"Fuck. Where are we?" she groaned from the backseat.

I got out of the car carefully, still clutching my side, and went to open her door.

"Can you walk?" I said, reaching out my hand to her.

She sat up and nodded, "I think so." Her eyes travelled down my body as she slid out of the seat and held onto the door, trying to keep her balance. "That looks bad," she whispered, lifting her eyes to mine.

"You don't look too great, either. Come on, you definitely need stitches," I turned around and started limping towards the house with her following close behind.

When we got inside, Kenzi jumped up off the couch, "What the fuck happened?!" She hurried over and grabbed my arm, helping me to the couch.

"Some fucking assholes rammed into my truck," Tamsin said before collapsing into an armchair and putting her head in her hands.

Kenzi looked down at me and swallowed, "Jesus, Doc, that's a lot of freaking blood."

"I'm fine," I lied, my head starting to spin. The blood now was drenching the jeans I wore, slowly spreading down my thigh. "Kenzi," I breathed, "Where's Bo?"

"She went to the Dal. I'll call her," she replied, and pulled her phone out.

I looked over at Tamsin and saw her body start to slump. "Don't go to sleep, talk to me." I told her and she raised her head.

"Why are they after you?" she asked.

Ignoring the question, I looked up to see Kenzi standing and staring at me.

"Kenzi, I need towels or wash cloths, as many as you can get, and the first-aid kit from the bathroom." I had to try and slow down the bleeding and clean Tamsin's head wound. I knew that if I passed out, Castor would most likely heal me, but Tamsin was lucky she'd woken up the first time.

The younger girl nodded and ran off, returning a minute later with several cloths and the kit. Taking a few of them, I pressed them to my side, focusing on my breathing to try and ignore the pain, then getting up and going over to Tamsin.

"Shouldn't you take care of that, first?" Tamsin asked.

"Seriously, Doc, if you die before Bo gets here, she'll kill me," Kenzi added.

"I'm not... going to die," I whispered, putting some alcohol on a cloth. My hand shook as I began to clean the wound as gently as possible.

Bo

I had been on my way back to Dyson's apartment after finding out he wasn't at the gym, when Kenzi called.

All I had heard was 'Lauren' and 'accident' before I hung up, pulled an extremely illegal U-turn, and sped towards my house. I was there in ten minutes, after almost causing two accidents by running red lights. It was sheer luck that no cops had been in the area.

I ran into the house and nearly slammed right into Kenzi. I looked past her to see Lauren laid on the couch with Tamsin kneeling beside her. Rushing over, I saw the blood soaked rags Tamsin had pressed to Lauren's side.

I knelt down by her head and she opened her eyes to look up at me, there were cuts on her cheek and her nose. I didn't waste any time, bending down; I knew how to heal her.

"No, Bo. Don't," she said softly. "Castor... he'll heal me."

I shook my head, thinking about how Castor had told me he had no life essences left. "He can't heal you if you're dead. Now, just shut up," I told her before pressing my lips to hers, letting my chi leave my body and enter hers.

When I pulled away, she inhaled a deep breath and I looked over to see Tamsin lift the rags. There was blood but no wound.

Lauren pulled herself up to sit on the couch, "I'm sorry about your clothes."

I stood up, "We need to talk," I told her.

She looked at me and then Tamsin, "I need to stitch that. t's my fault this happened."

"No, it's not. It's whoever's behind this bounty bullshit's fault," I corrected her, getting fed up with everything that was going wrong. "Tamsin, get up."

The woman gave me a confused look, but stood up. "This is a one-time thing, okay?"

She was still staring at me in a clueless way as I put my hand on the back of her neck and leaned in, not touching my lips to hers. I breathed my chi into her and her eyes went wide. I watched as the cut on her forehead healed, then pulled away, feeling a little dizzy but pushing through it.

"Holy shit," Kenzi whispered from her spot behind me. "That is awesome!"

Tamsin ran her hand over where the wound used to be. "Thanks," she muttered.

"Don't mention it," I told her then turned to Lauren, who was staring down at her hands. I took one of them into my own and she looked up at me. "Come with me?" I asked her and she nodded. "You two stay here. We won't be long," I told Tamsin and Kenzi before heading for the stairs, still holding Lauren's hand.

When we got to my room I turned around to face her. "I can't do this, anymore."

I saw the hurt enter her eyes and she looked away, "I understand. These aren't your problems. You shouldn't have to-"

"No, that's not what I meant," I cut her off, sharply. "I need to know what you want, right now, because I don't think I can handle not knowing what this is. You could've died, again, and I never would have gotten to tell you..." I stopped, feeling my chest constrict as my words were caught in my throat. If I said them, it would make what I felt inside more real. And if she rejected me, again, I'd break.

"I love you," she whispered, bringing her eyes back to mine.

I nodded, "Exactly."

She laughed softly, "No, Bo. I'm telling you that I love you."

I stared at her, trying to process what she'd said. "You... you do?"

"Yes, of course, I do. You had to have known that. I've been in love with you for lifetimes, as far as I know."

"Then why won't you be with me?" I asked her the question she had yet to actually answer.

"Because I love you," she whispered, "and if we are to be together while you can't feed from me, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it. Knowing that you need others to give you what I can't... Bo, I'm not strong enough to deal with that," she admitted, her voice breaking as she looked to the ground. "I wish I was, but I'm not. And you need someone who is. I'll just end up letting you down."

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't force her to do something that would hurt her, but I couldn't take that as an answer because it meant this was my fault.

"And I know it's selfish," she continued, "but if we were together, I'd want you to be mine, and only mine."

"But I already am," I told her, shaking my head. "And whether we're together or not, I know I always will be. Don't you see that?"

"Bo..."

"Lauren, just give me a chance to make you see that I love you, only you." I didn't let her reply, instead bringing my hands to either side of her face and kissing her hard, determined to convey my feelings through touch because words hadn't worked so far. She gripped my wrists as she matched my desperate movements.

"Tell me you can do this," I breathed, resting my forehead against hers. "Please..."