Prophecy of Power

Chapter 51


The stifling silence of the room is shattered by Lauren's cell phone, making them all jump at it's shrill ring. "Sorry," she mutters, as she fumbles into her jacket pocket retrieving her phone and looking at the familiar number flashing on the screen. "It's the lab. I have to take it." She gives Bo, an apologetic smile and squeezes her thigh before getting up and moving across the room. Lauren answers the phone in her usual professional manner and paces the room, talking quietly to whoever is on the other end. Bo watches the doctor in fascination, as Lauren starts gesturing with her hand and the familiar frown appears on the blondes brow. Bo noticed that Lauren used her hands a lot while talking, and realised that without her lab coat pockets to still her hands, her body spoke volumes in expressing her emotions. Lauren wore her lab coat like armour, shielding herself from those around her. Bo followed the movements that were graceful yet erratic, the doctor was not liking what she was hearing on the other end. "Just, start working on the vaccine and take fresh bloods from the sickest patients and test it against the new samples. I will take a closer look at my blood work when I come into the lab tomorrow. Getting a working vaccine for the flu is a priority, some of them are running out of time. Forget what you found and destroy any notes that you made, my sample must have been contaminated. I will do a full work up tomorrow. Just focus on synthesising the vaccine. I don't want any more deaths, understood? Good. Call if you run into any problems." Lauren cuts off the connection and replaces her phone in her jacket.

Bo goes to Lauren, concerned about the doctors health. What did they find in her blood, is she sick? "Lauren, is everything alright?"

"Yes, fine, they were just informing me of their progress. The preliminary results for the fae flu vaccine are promising." Bo waited for the blonde to mention the part of the conversation about her blood, when nothing was forthcoming the succubus pressed Lauren, encouraging the blonde to share.

"And what did they find so unusual in your blood? Are you sick?" Bo's anxiety only seemed to grow as Lauren hesitated at her questions.

The blonde seeing and feeling her lovers concern, sighs and rubs at her temple absently. She felt one of her headaches coming on. Ignoring the sharp short bursts of pain, she reaches out taking Bo's hand and encourages the succubus to go back to the antique settee with her. "Dave found some fae markers in my blood sample. I'm sure it's a mistake. Samples get contaminated all the time. Don't worry Bo, I'm not sick or anything." Lauren feels the tension recede from the brunette as they settle side by side, getting comfortable.

"And if the sample isn't contaminated? What does that mean? That you're fae?"

Trick returns to his seat, another glass of scotch in his hand. "It could be, that somewhere in Lauren's lineage, there was contact with a fae and the consequence of that meeting, was a child of mixed blood. There are plenty of humans out there that would have traces of fae in them. Trust me, Lou Anne and you, Bo, are not the first fae to ever fall in love with a human and you wont be the last. And some fae would not even know that a night of fun they had with a human resulted in a child. The laws are a deterrent for mixing and diluting the fae bloodlines, but it will always be a issue among our kind," he states matter of factly, a slight slur to his speech.

Lauren's temper flares at the old man's words, "An Issue! Don't you think it's about time your people get to choose for themselves, what they want out of life? Are you really so firmly set against fae falling in love with humans? Does what Bo and I have together, disgust you? Am I not good enough for her? Does the fact that Bo feels more connected to us mere humans than to the fae, piss you off that much? I'm sorry, but Bo wouldn't be who she is without her human side, it's what sets her apart from the rest of you." The sound of breaking pottery and the thuds of books flying from their place on Tricks many book shelves accompany the doctors angry outburst.

"Lauren calm down. I'm sure he didn't mean anything by the remarks," Bo says softly, wondering what has gotten into the usually even tempered doctor. She notice's the fine sheen of sweat coating the blondes brow. "Are you okay, do you need me to help relieve the pressure?" Bo places a concerned hand on Lauren's arm.

The blonde shrugs it off, her eyes holding Trick's steady gaze, "I'm fine. I just want an answer. You remember his reaction when he found out we were joined. I wanted to talk to him about it, but with your mum and the flu outbreak, I didn't have time. It's been eating away at me. You wonder why I question and lack the faith in our relationship, you are looking at it. I look up to him, Bo, we have shared numerous hours over the last five years discussing everything from fae politics and mythology to global warming. I thought he cared about and respected me...I thought we were friends."

Trick hops up off his chair and approaches the blonde, a little unsteadily, shock and sadness in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Lauren, it was a surprise that's all. Bo, was right. My remarks were not directed as an attack on you or your relationship with her. Lauren, I respect and care for you very much. You are one of the brightest people I have ever known and I cherish our friendship and you have more than proven yourself worthy of my granddaughter. The events over the last few months have been difficult on us all and I'm afraid that my patience has been a little thin of late and I have taken it out on those I care about the most..." He sighs a tired sigh. "I'm sorry... Seeing Aoife again, affected me more than I ever expected it would. It had me reliving a past I have tried so very hard to forget. I have made a lot of mistakes in my life and having to relive all that regret and heartache all over again...I know it doesn't excuse my behaviour, but please believe me when I say that I whole heartedly approve of the love that Bo has found with you. I know how important you and Kenzi are to Bo, that you both give her the strength and confidence to not feel ashamed of who she is. And that I am eternally grateful to you for loving her enough to sacrifice your life in order to save hers. Thank you, Lauren, from the bottom of my heart. It is an honour and a privilege to call you family." Tears had formed in Lauren's eyes at Trick's heartfelt declaration. The old fae takes the doctors face in his hands and kisses her on the forehead, before giving her a warm and comforting embrace. Lauren cries softly into the faes shoulder, all the anxiety and anger falling away with each tear, as Trick continues to hold her in a fatherly hug.

"Well, gee, I'm feeling a little left out in the cold over here," Bo says, bringing a small hiccuping laugh from Lauren and a warm smile from Trick. They unravel the hug to include the now beaming succubus as she feels her own heart lighten with Trick's full acceptance of the place Lauren holds in her life. There are murmured I love you's and several meetings of lips between Bo and Lauren before the three way embrace is broken and Trick moves back to his seat.

"So, now that we have gotten the welcome to the family stuff out of the way, lets move onto you two telling me everything that happened today at the compound."

Bo launches into telling her grandfather about the meeting with The Ash and then the events down in the archives. Lauren adds the important little bits that she feels may be important and Trick sits quietly, sipping his scotch and listening intently to every minute detail. "Wow, you two have had a very interesting day indeed," he adds ,when Bo finishes her recollection of the days events.

"So what can you tell us, Trick? Is Lauren right? Was the crown just showing me what I wanted to see or is showing me our future?" Trick notices the difference in the looks the two women in front of him were displaying. Lauren was wary and uncomfortable, with a small touch of mistrust. The doctor knew that he had been holding things back from them, but he hadn't done it intentionally. He was unwilling to contemplate the prophecy and it's words because all he wanted to do was keep Bo safe above all costs, he feared for her and the power she possessed within. Whereas Bo was leaning forward eager, open and hopeful and in this case he was pleased to at least give her something that would make her happy.

"You are both partially right. The crown will always show the descendants their soul mates, so if Bo saw you sitting beside her, Lauren, that means that the crown believes that you are the most worthy companion for Bo. The thing that isn't true is being crowned queen. The crown isn't sentient, it only recognises power, more specifically the power of my families line. It doesn't know that the fae aren't ruled by monarchies any more, it doesn't comprehend that now that the fae vote for their elected officials, it's role in our family is obsolete. I mean what would people think if you walked around with the crown upon you head, they would think you're nuts, except for those, perhaps, that have first hand knowledge of what the crown stands for and the power it possesses."

"I'm sorry, but I..why...how could the crown pick a human if it's job is to choose the strongest mate to continue your families bloodline. It doesn't make rational sense to me, don't get me wrong, I am humbled that I am being recognised as Bo's soul mate..I mean, how lucky am I," Lauren says, giving the beaming succubus beside her a kiss. "But the scientist in me doesn't get it."

"Maybe your big brain needs to take the back seat, while your heart drives on this one. I mean, I never thought I would find someone to love and that they would love me back, so completely without my influence. I mean it's unusual for a succubus to want a monogamous relationship right?"

"Correct, my parents were shocked when I brought Ysabeau home and declared that we were bound and she was to be my queen. Your grandmother may have had to share her body with other people, but I had her heart completely. Maybe it's your complete acceptance and love for who and what Bo is that makes you her true soul mate, Lauren. But whatever the reason, maybe it's better if we leave the crown were it is for now. I don't know if I trust The Ashes motives, I mean, what does he get out of showing you the prophecy and why didn't he show you it in his office. Instead he took you to one of the most secure and very rarely entered areas of the compound, where the crown just happens to be. I know you trust him Lauren, but please be wary until we can be sure that his intentions are honourable."

Lauren nods her head realising that the old fae had made a very good point. Had The Ash suspected that Bo was descended from The Blood King, and had he left them alone in the hopes that Bo's blood would call to the crown. Keeping Bo safe was Lauren's first priority now, and as soon as she signed the contract, she would be free of the obligation of having to blindly follow and trust the leader of The Light. He did after all admit to knowing about The Morrigan's plan to infect Bo with Seth's darkness. How far was he willing to go to prove the prophecy was real and that her and Bo where the central characters. "Will the crown be content being left behind?" Lauren asked, feeling stupid at making the suggestion that it would somehow find it's way to Bo all on it's own. "And why did the power scare me, when it surrounded me? Is it dangerous?"

"You have read the stories, about what the crown does, but what is only mentioned in passing is that, the potential of so much power can change a person and not usually for the better. It was a part of what caused your grandmother to cross enemy lines to seek an end to the war once and for all. She had told me that the war had changed me. That I wasn't the man she had fallen in love with all those years ago. The crown would whisper to me, and urge me onward to win at all costs and that cost in the end was your grandmother, Bo, my wife and then it all just spiralled out of control from there. I was distraught when I learned the fate of my poor dear Ysabeau and how my conquest for power and victory had driven her to take such drastic measures. And then everything that happened with your mother after that, I renounced the throne and just walked away, lost in my own grief and guilt. Very few fae alive today know my true identity and I like it that way, but eventually I will have to expose myself to The Ash, so that I can reclaim the crown for our family. So yes, Lauren, in the wrong hands the crown can be incredibly dangerous, but if used correctly it can be the difference between life and death." Trick finished the last of his scotch and placed the empty goblet on the wide arm rest. "Is there anything else you would like to ask?"

Bo shook her head, her heart heavy for the sadness that she saw in her grandfathers eyes. "Actually, there is one more thing I would like to ask, if you are up to it?" Lauren says, knowing that she was the only one looking at the big picture. Tricks eyes were haunted as he continued to be pulled back into some of the most painful memories of his past and Bo was feeling sad because she was the one that had asked him for the information that lead him to his sadness. "Where you the recipient of the other copy of the prophecy?" The blonde felt Bo tense up beside her.

"No, not me." Trick slid down off of his chair and walked over to his desk, waving his hands and whispering a few words under his breath, the bottom drawer slid open of its own accord. He reached in and pulled out a small black leather bound book. After pushing the drawer closed with his foot, he held the book out to Bo. "This was your grandmothers journal. I would like you to have it." Bo reaches out and takes the journal from Trick, opening the book carefully and tracing her fingers over the delicate swirling script that was written inside. "The Oracle and Ysabeau were childhood friends, it was sent to her. She never told me about it; I found it years later when I was able to read her journal without weeping over every page I read. I found the prophecy folded up and tucked inside the leather cover. I will leave that with you it's yours now. Ysabeau wrote a lot about your mother and the trials she went through as a young succubus, you may find some of it useful. Now if you don't mind, I'm feeling quite exhausted I think I might go lie down for a while."

"Are you all right, Trick?" Bo asks gently, passing the book to Lauren before getting up and kneeling in front of her weary grandfather.

He gives Bo a smile, "I will be, Bo. I would just like to be alone for a while."

"Okay. But promise that you will call if you need anything. I'll come right over."

"I promise. Goodnight, Bo, Lauren." Bo gives Trick a hug, before watching him shuffle silently away towards to hall leading to the rooms already lost in his thoughts of the past. Bo gets up off her knees and rejoins Lauren on the couch.

"Are you okay," Lauren asks, the succubus her hand reaching up to cup her face.

"I should be asking you that, Lauren, you don't look well." Bo says, giving the blonde a kiss and initiating the exchange of chi from Lauren into her. She stops after several minutes the life essence swirling around inside warming the succubus up and making her crave more. "I should take you home, and give you a thorough checking over doctor."

Lauren leans over kissing Bo again, her tongue tracing the succubus' bottom lip causing her to moan and lean in closer, her arms pulling the blonde towards her. "Do you want to look at the prophecy first and see what we are up against," Lauren says pulling back, before she lost all sense of control and took Bo right there on Trick's couch.

"I guess so. If you want to. Then we can focus on the more important things," is Bo's response as she plants another quick kiss onto Lauren's hot and accommodating mouth, her teeth tugging on her bottom lip as she pulls back, the air growing thick with unbidden desire. Bo sits back a little, taking a couple of steadying breaths and then takes the journal from it's place in Lauren's lap. Opening up the front cover she feels around until she finds the hidden opening in the leather and draws out the folded piece of yellowed parchment. Bo opens it up gently, careful not to rip the delicate paper and together they begin to read.

A lost girl, hidden from all

Able to seduce, kill and enthral

once discovered, chooses neither Dark nor Light

though she has claim to both through birthright.

A delicate balance on the brink of war

rumbles of dissatisfaction and discord

many craving freedom to be restored

worry and fear cause actions made

with hope that a rebellion will then fade.

Cursed by the darkness, primal instincts rise untamed

Banished by the healers light, through her sacrifice death is claimed

Breath of Life, giving rebirth, two become one.

Bound through life and love, forever entwined never undone.

A reluctant champion will arise,

with a guiding light and loyal allies

With a silver tongue and righteous heart

The old establishment will be torn apart.

Brought out of the dark ages and into the light

A dawning of a new age, swayed through power and might

What was once divided, will now combine

With the rise of the old blood line.

There will be dark times ahead, a looming shadow will spread.

To wreak havoc to those most trusted, to be mislead

the seed of corruption, held within a dark royal,

so seductive and powerful, will begin to uncoil.

Eating away from the inside, unseen by friendly eyes.

The internal struggle of conflicting power, emits only silent cries.

Dark and Light; Life and Loss

The two joined as one, will bear this cross.

To find the balance, two must become more,

A redistribution of power to ensure balance evermore.

THE END OF PART 2

STORY CONTINUES WITH NO FATE BUT MY OWN.


Author's Note: Even though this story is complete I would still love to hear what you thought of it. Thanks for reading. :)

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