The first thing Kenzi was aware of as came out of the near death sleep she had experienced, was the warmth and softness that surrounded her. She knew she wasn't in her own bed or even at the crack shack. She wasn't entirely sure where she was, maybe at the Dal? Her boots were missing from her feet and she wasn't wearing her jacket or the bustier she'd had on either. Someone had taken some liberties.

And then it was the stiffness of her muscles and joints and then the a few sore spots thrown in for good measure. She could only imagine what her face must look like. She knew there had been a couple of punches to her face and maybe a scratch or two. Hopefully it wouldn't be too bad or Dyson would be a royal pain about it and either Trick or Dr Hot pants would be called to fuss over her. Like she needed that!

Her eyes flickered open to see Dyson sitting on the end of the huge bed. His bed! She must be at his loft. And she was in Dyson's bed?! He had his back to her, his elbows on his knees and his head bowed down in his hands. At first she thought he had fallen asleep but then she realised his shoulders were shaking slightly, like he was crying. What the hell?

Silently she snaked out from under the covers and stretched out her hand to place it gently on his back. Startled he leaped away from the bed, wiping at his eyes. "D-man it's ok, it's only me."

"Holy shit Kenz! Only you!" he answered as he made a beeline for her and wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, inhaling her scent as he did. "You scared the living shit out of me, collapsing like that! Why didn't you say something...?"

Kenzi rolled her eyes at him; she'd heard this mantra or a version of it all before. She found it best to let him have his say, let him get it all out of his system and then go from there. There was silence "You done?" she asked.

"Yes," he growled out "but if you ever do that again I swear I'll..."

"I know...I know! You'll lock me up for at least a year to keep me safe." It was a threat he used on her so often it had actually lost its effectiveness.

Dyson looked at Kenzi now he'd finished. How could he tell her the reason why he wanted to keep her safe? How could he possibly confess to this tiny human, this dynamic, impossible BLOODY human, that he loved her more than anyone or anything on this earth?

Dyson couldn't remember a time when he didn't love Kenzi. It seemed like she had always been there, holding a special place in his heart. Even when he was with Bo, she was there, that elbow in his ribs, that sarcastic comment, his constant companion even if she wasn't physically by his side. She was the one who had gotten his love back from the Norn and the one who had saved his butt a few times. Kenzi was the one he had fallen completely and utterly in love with.

"D-man? Earth to D-man?" Kenzi said waving her hands in front of his face. Dyson turned his focus back to her.

"Tell me...tell me what you saw at the end. In the vision you had."

Kenzi retreated back to the warmth and comfort of his bed "I don't want too." she said in a small voice "It scared me, so much. I don't want to say it out loud, just in case."

"Just in case?" Dyson queried.

Kenzi wrapped her arms around her knees and nodded "You know if you say it out loud, put it out in the universe there's the possibility that it will happen and I certainly don't want that." How could she even think about tell Dyson what her vision was, her nightmare?

Him laid out on that cold, white altar. His body bloody and raw, his blood staining the stone, his life force dripping away. And what if it came to pass? What then?

She loved this man, telling him would kill her. Kenzi had always been Team Dyson and although she had felt as betrayed by Dyson as Bo had when he had lied, there had been a small spark of relief that there may be a chance now for her. It had needed to be fanned a little especially as the sista code had big problems with you going after your BFF's ex and Kenz never went against the code.

Kenzi had been hurt both physically and emotionally by men in her past, but Dyson had never intentionally hurt her. In fact more often than not he had protected her from everything. She knew he wasn't the same as most men, besides the whole Fae thing of course, and that's why she could trust him and love him completely.

"Was it something to do with Bo?" Dyson asked softly.

Kenzi shook her head "No. That's what I expected it to be. Trick told me it would use my greatest fear against me but it was entirely different." Fresh tears streaked down her face, dripping into her lap.

Dyson's fingers softly wiped the tears away "Hey, hey now, it's ok. You're safe. Nothing and no one is going to hurt you or come anywhere near you." And then he gently pushed a ribbon of her dark hair back behind her ear. Who knew a man as physically imposing and hard as the D-man could be so tender.

Kenzi crept over the distance between them to sit herself in Dyson's lap. She wrapped herself around him, burrowing into his warmth. She drew a deep breath. "Ok I'll tell you D-man but promise me you won't freak out 'cos I already am."

Dyson gave her a small smile "I swear." He held up his pinkie finger to her. Kenzi looked up into his steady gaze and latched her pinkie to his.

"It was you."