Title: Iron Sanctum [3/?]

Rating: PG I think...there might be swearing, and some minor violence

Warnings: Flirting, lack-of-action (again), swearing, Raina's glare and Bo getting all protective

Fandom: Legend of the Seeker/Sword of Truth/Lost Girl

Characters: Bo, Kenzi, Cara, Denna, Berdine, Raina, Darken Rahl, Lauren, and mentions of Kahlan

Summary: Rahl pays a visit, Berdine knocks out Bo and Lauren gets a job interview.

Cara stood up and grabbed the cloth off the bench beside her. Frustration at the lack of sex was itching at her. It'd been a while. She'd been so close before the phone call happened an hour and half earlier. "Fucking Denna," she muttered as she rubbed the grease off her hands. "Worse than what Zedd was like," she cursed. She shook the shoulder-length blonde hair and pushed her emotions down. They wouldn't do her any good now.

Her husky jumped up and growled. Cara turned and looked at him curiously before she closed her eyes.

Feeling a shiver, she looked up. Someone had past her boundaries. Walking up the steps to ground level, she walked through her hallway and to her front door. Her dog when the opposite direction to make sure no one else was in his perimeters. Cara stepped around the corner and into the foyer. Behind the frosted glass of her front door, she could see someone moving on her porch. She tucked the cloth into the back of her jeans, and opened the door.

Her expression froze. "Hello Cara." She sneered at him.

"What are you doing here?" She asked tightly. The man pushed his way through the door with little complaint from Cara. As much as she detested the man, years of being in his service made it hard for her to push past the memories of what he'd done to her. As much as she hated to admit it, a part of her feared him, even if it was only his astral projection in her house.

"Going to offer me a cup of tea?" He asked. Cara stood defensively at him as she resisted the urge to do anything stupid.

Cara glared at him, "I don't have any tea in this house, Rahl," she spat. Stalking past him she walked back to the garage to finish the touch-ups on her bike. "What are you doing here - I stopped working for you a very long time ago," She called over her shoulder, only to see him following her.

Darken Rahl adjusted his suit jacket and brushed off invisible dust from his shoulder as she jerked the door open and stepped down the short steps. "I have a proposition for you. Many years ago you ran around with a human, 'writing wrongs' and other foolishness." Cara rolled her eyes and walked over to the crimson and gunmetal grey bike, grabbing a tool, she went back to working on it.

"Whatever you have to say, know that I'll refuse you."

"That would not be wise." Cara's eyes flicked up and glared at him.

"I don't work for you or the dark fae anymore. I work for the Mother Confessor."

"Under Denna's command." Cara's jaw tightened.

"The Mother Confessor, though misguided, finds Denna more suited for the position of leadership over us."

Rahl chuckled and flicked a piece of hair from his eyes. Looking down at Cara, he grinned, "I could give you that power you desire." Her hand tightened on the spanner.

"I will not go against the Mother Confessor, not for you and never for something so simple as power. I have all that I need." Rahl laughed again, but Cara smirked. She knew that laughter all too well. "If you were half the person Kahlan was, you wouldn't need to tempt me for my loyalty."

"Rumours circled around that you were the Mother Confessor's concubine, have you been downgraded to her errand boy?" Cara's face contorted with wrath. Standing up slowly, she gave Darken Rahl the foulest look she could muster.

"Continue and those will be your last words," she threatened. "You know nothing of our relationship."

Rahl didn't step back, but the paused look he gave her was enough to tell Cara that he didn't take her threat lightly. After all, she may not be as skilled as Denna in keeping her victims alive, but she still was quite proficient in the art of torture. Seducing that side of her was never wise.

"I know what the Mother Confessor is attempting to do, and I know what your job is," Darken Rahl said.

"Congratulations, your spies do have the ability to listen to common knowledge."

"We will open-"

"No, you wont. What you will do, is join this version of yourself back with the original, and you will return to your 'master' knowing that my loyalty stands with the Mother Confessor, as it has for over a millennia, and it will continue to remain with her until the day I die. You will never bother me again and you will find someone else to be your double agent."

Darken Rahl's eyes flashed dangerously, but he made no comment. Instead, with a nod, he turned around to leave. Out of spite, Cara picked up the screwdriver and threw it into his head. She watched it fly through the astral projection of Rahl before the figure shimmered and disappeared.

Taking in a breath, Cara glared at the wall before her dog padded down the stairs and sat beside her. Whining, the dog look up at his mistress with wide eyes. Absentmindedly, she scratched behind a perked, charcoal coloured ear.

"You don't like him either," she whispered to the dog. "Come on, I need to go for a run." The dog barked and stood up, wagging his tail excitedly at the recognised word. Cara grabbed the thrown screwdriver and placed it back on the tray of equipment before whistling to the dog. He jumped and hit his paw on the light switch before following Cara.

Elsewhere, further in the city. Bo stood defensively beside Lauren. "So what, you're 'checking' out Lauren?" The doctor sighed and shook her head.

"Bo, this is how things work, even in the human world. You know that."

"I don't like it, what if they came here to kill you!"

Berdine rolled her eyes, "This is ridiculous, if we wanted to kill her, we would have already." Raina nudged her. "What?"

"You're not helping." Berdine shook her head and threw the loose, wavy braid, over her shoulder as she cocked her hip. "We started off on a bad foot, I'm sorry. We were just told to come here, check out her papers and work and to meet her in person."

"Why?" Bo asked. "I mean, why come to her house, why not ask to meet up somewhere - and why unexpectedly? I mean, you come off quite suspicious doing all this."

Raina shook her head. "We're simply just given orders by Denna and she's given orders by her superior."

"And who's her superior?"

Berdine stiffened. "It doesn't matter."

"Is Dark fae, Light?" Bo demanded.

"Who are you?" Berdine pushed past Raina and stepped in front of Bo, "We've been civil enough to you, we've discussed as much as we can - possibly more than what's wise," her eyes cut sharply between Lauren and Raina before turning back to Bo. "We have business to discuss with the good Doctor, private business, so if you wouldn't mind, please leave."

"No."

"Bo-"

"No, Lauren. Something isn't right about this, I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone with these women." Lauren's face softened as the protectiveness of Bo.

"Bo, I can't explain why, I'm sorry, but you have to go," Lauren whispered as she placed a hand on Bo's arm, "I don't want you to get hurt." Bo tightened her muscles defensively as she shook her head.

"I don't like this, Lauren."

Bo through a kick into her side, forcing Berdine to let go. Berdine shook her head and loosened her body, ready to attack again. Bo lunged another attack, Berdine caught her arm. Reaching out, Bo grabbed Berdine's face.

"No, Bo don't!" Lauren shouted.

Defiantly, Bo pushed endorphins through Berdine's skin. The woman's grin widened as she twisted the endorphins and flooded them back into Bo. "Wha-?" Bo asked as her eyes flashed confused.

"You're power is mine," Berdine said as Bo collapsed onto her knees. She pulled all of Bo's power and flooded it back inside the woman. "I'm sorry it had to come to this," she whispered before the woman collapsed. Letting go of the succubus she shook her head and tensed her shoulders before turning back to Raina.

"I wish you didn't do that," Raina sighed, "I hate pissing of succubi."

"What would you have done?" Raina shook her head and turned to Lauren.

"If you're worried you can check on her, I don't think Berdine did anything serious." Berdine's brows pinched nervously under Raina's glare before she nodded at Lauren. Quickly, Lauren knelt down in front of Bo and checked her vital's, letting out a sigh, she stood up and nodded.

"I'm pretty good with that sort of thing, I know how much people usually can stand."

"I'm sorry about Bo."

"I understand," Raina said, "Berdine's been itching for a fight since she missed out on the shifter fights."

"Can't believe I got sent to Rome, while you got to go to Wales and deal with the shifters," She pouted. "It's not fair!"

Lauren eyed the two women warily. "Can I move her?" Raina nodded. Without hesitation, Lauren lifted Bo up and placed her gently on the couch before turning back around. "My, ah, papers are just..." she walked over to the kitchen table and grabbed the folder before returning and handing it over to Berdine's outstretched hand. "Umm, is there-is there anything else I can do?"

Nervously she ran fingers through her hair as her eyes darted to the knocked out Bo. She worried how Bo was going to react when she woke up.

"No, not really. If your qualifications are good, Berdine will take you on with the job."

Berdine's eyes went wide as she flicked through Lauren's papers, "That was you?" She said surprised, "you were the one who figured out how to repress the gene in va-" She stopped and nervously cleared her throat, repressing the urge to geek-out with the Doctor and ask how she did it. There would be time for that later. "These are very good qualifications, some of the best I've seen." Her eyes turned to Raina. "I think there's no one better for the job."

Lauren's bit back the pride inside of her. Instead she shifted her weight and twisted her fingers before taking in a breath. "I'm wiling to do whatever needs done, to the best of my ability."

"You'll work with me on the case, I'll translate the texts-"

"If you don't mind me asking, what needs to be done?" Lauren interrupted as she tried to follow what was happening.

Raina and Berdine met eyes before Berdine turned back to Lauren. "The Mother Confessor wishes to open the door back to the Midlands, she wishes to return home to her family. Her banishment has ended and she misses her husband and children. We...that is...all that deiced to, will return with her." Berdine shifted her feet, "we wish to close the doors behind us permanently."

"Permanently?"

"That's ah, where you come in. There are things there, especially in the Wizards Keep, that the fae shouldn't get their hands on." She sighed and folded her arms. "I'll explain it more in detail tomorrow, I think you kind of need the visual side to completely comprehend what I'm asking of you. So we'll see you at the Lab tomorrow?"

"Ah, sure, sure. That's fine." Berdine nodded and reached into the back pocket of her pants, pulling out her wallet. She slipped out a cream card, and handed it over to Lauren. "They're my contact details, if something happens, and um...I'm sorry...about your lover." Lauren parted her lips to reply before sighing and nodding.

"It's my fault, I should have given her more information or explained it better."

"She's the neutral one, isn't she?" Lauren nodded. "That makes more sense." She smiled and turned to Raina, "We'll leave you two alone then, and I'll see you tomorrow."