It had been two weeks since Bo had made love to Lauren, only to find out she was there only because her master commanded her to be.

Bo's blood still boiled.

So here she was, in a bar drastically close to Lauren's apartment, drinking one of her favorite drinks. She knew she shouldn't have chosen this particular bar, Lauren could walk in any moment, but Bo wasn't really in the thinking mood. She could feel the sweet aromas of the sex filled people in the room, dancing extremely close, and she wished she could just forget about it. Tonight was the night to get drunk, stumble stupidly to the clubhouse, and relax. Sure there was booze at the house, but that would mean Bo would have to talk to Kenzi, and the human was already tired of Bo's moping moments.

Taking another swig of her drink Bo was caught off guard as a familiar aura filled the room. One that burned so bright it outmatched everyone else.

Lauren.

Bo's Lauren.

Shit. Bo was a grade student again as she turned around quickly in her seat, hunching her shoulders over herself, trying to make herself invisible. Bo didn't realize what she was trying to hide from, Lauren didn't see her as she walked towards the bar far down from where Bo's seat was. Ordering a drink, she didn't look around until the bartender gave her her order. Bo's eyes widened as she saw Lauren's order was a whole bottle of Vodka. She saw no one else with Lauren, and was shocked to think the good doctor would dare think to drink that whole pitcher by herself.

Lauren moved through the crowd easily enough and chose a booth that she snuggled into relaxing immediately, as if that was the seat she always sat in when coming to the bar. She sat at an angle where, if she wanted to, she could still see the bar but also had a wider view of the dance floor, without sacrificing her solitude. Bo could see her face fully, and she knew if she stared at Lauren long enough, the blonde would notice something and look up.

So Bo did what Bo did best.

She tried to ignore Lauren.

The night progressed slowly for Bo, but it must have been fast as hell for Lauren. Bo looked over every few minutes and each time Lauren was scarfing down yet another glass of alcohol and putting her head in her hands. As a doctor she couldn't have found that healthy for herself, Bo pondered as she watched over Lauren.

No, Bo told herself.

No, she was not going to look after Lauren.

But, Bo thought, who would if not her?

Bo hated her weakness when it came to Lauren. It far outmatched even what she felt for Dyson, or any other partner in her life, and she didn't know how to deal with it. Her blood boiled from what Lauren had done, but still Bo found herself eerily drawn to the blonde.

She was broken out of her thoughts when she looked over and saw a tall, brawny guy passing himself into the seat next to Lauren. Lauren, who wasn't looking as she was continuing her tradition of putting her head in her hands after a glass, was startled as the guy touched her bare arm. She looked up at him with confusion and opened her mouth to speak. Bo couldn't hear her, but she knew Lauren was telling him no and to get away from her.

Of course, Bo thought, Lauren would say it so much nicer. If the doc was anything, it was polite and passive aggressive.

Bo's thoughts shifted back to the first night she had met Kenzi. When the creep had spiked her drink and was trying to rape her. A new anger boiled in Bo as she saw the guy try to come onto Lauren, his hand between her thighs, his other arm wrapping around Lauren's shoulders pulling her further towards him.

And everyone just kept dancing. Like they didn't notice the obvious assault right in front of them.

Lauren moved her face from side to side, the universal sign for 'get the hell off', and was shocked more than anything when she felt the guys greasy mouth on hers.

That's it! Bo moved so fast across the room, she barely registered it herself as she pulled the guy off of Lauren, making the bottle and glass on the table crash onto the ground. She glared at him, fully comprehending her eyes that flashed an insane deep blue, and was about to sate her hunger with the man's chi, ready to drain him dry. Before she could, she felt a small flurry of fingers on her arm. Lauren was there, looking up at her, her eyes pleading.

Bo looked back up towards the scared male in her hand and growled, "Get the hell out of here," Before pushing him with such force he catapulted into the table behind him, knocking it down with him. Bo watched as he scrambled up to his feet and ran out of the bar.

And everyone just kept dancing like nothing had happened.

Bo shook her head, she hated men like that, and tried to leave. Before she could even move Lauren was around her, pleading and crying and drunk as hell.

"Bo, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't- I wasn't- I knew it was going there before he even ordered me to, I swear! I wanted to. I wanted to so badly. He didn't order me to love you, Bo. That was me. Bo- I'm sorry- Bo. Please forgive me, Bo. Please- please- please." Lauren wrapped herself around the brunette, her arms holding her up as she slumped, her face practically in Bo's breasts as her legs could barely support her. Bo grabbed the back of Lauren's head, tangling her hands in her blonde curls, and shushed her, telling her it was all okay.

If Bo knew anything, it was that talking to someone who was obviously drunk wouldn't get you very far. And Bo secretly liked this Lauren. Drunk, pressed against her crying, and child-like. She wanted to put Lauren to bed, to tell her it was okay as she kissed up and down her body. But it was too soon to do that, way too soon from the betrayal.

So Bo did what Bo did best.

"Time to go home, my doctor."

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