Just a little one shot in Lauren's POV set in season 1 before "Vexed" and inspired by Brandi Carlile's "100"
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"Will I Ever Cross Your Mind"
Another year closer to dying. I never used to think of birthday's that way, but that's how I've come to see them since I became a slave to a race of immortals. The last few years they had also come to mean another year alone and another year of no freedom. I gave up everything to save Nadia and I was still no closer to an answer for what caused her coma. I was still no closer to saving her. I used to think I could do anything. Now it was apparent my arrogance cost us both our lives, not to mention the lives of the people at the pipelines. As brilliant as I was, I had managed to make a complete mess of everything. I go through days now with no hope. My personality gone, just a human robot trying to go unnoticed by the beings that fed on us in one way or another. Even though I was amazed everyday by the things I learned at work, I still wished I could go back and never go to the Congo. Of course I wished I could change the reasons I ran there in the first place, but mostly, I wished I had gone anywhere else, or just faced my crimes. Human prison would have been a thousand times better than my life with the Fae. If I lived to be one hundred, I wondered if I would ever get it right. At least that was true until she walked into my life.
I remembered when I was a little girl, when people would sing. I'd blow out the candles, cross my fingers tight and always wish for the same thing. I laughed at myself, because since I met her, I've done the same thing, only now I did it every night. If I lived to be one hundred, would I ever cross her mind? My logical brain said no, but the small part of my heart that she defrosted, said...maybe. I could wish, sometimes they came true. I shook my head. I wasn't sixteen anymore. I was far from living a fairy tale unless I was the maiden locked in the tower. That could work I guess. Maybe Bo was the one who could free me from my prison. If nothing else, she already freed my heart. Well...not freed so much as stolen it.
I threw back another shot, thanking myself for stopping to pick up a new bottle for my special day. Special day... that was really the day she walked into my life. The day everything changed. When I first touched her skin, it was like something that was once dead had reignited within me. Her brown eyes gave me hope. I didn't know if I would ever see her again, but I knew right then that I would give my life to save hers. I was sure it didn't mean the same thing to her. For a succubus I was just another person, human or Fae, that desired her. God she was beautiful. Why wouldn't she be? She was only the most perfect specimen of the most desired beings on the planet. When the thought of her crossed my mind, I had to close my eyes. I took a deep breath and tried to calm the pounding of my heart.
I liked to imagine her at home, lying in bed doing the same. When she went to sleep, she'd notice the empty space where I wasn't by her side. She would long to have me, the way I longed for her. Anytime she closed her eyes she would dream of me, just as I did her. I was as bad a love struck teen having fantasies of a celebrity that never knew they existed. To be loved by them, touched by them. I'd almost scream like a Beiber fan if she so much as looked my way. Maybe even fan myself before I passed out. That's how badly I wanted her, wanted it all to be true. What made it worse was that unlike a celebrity, she was tangible. I did see her, touch her, on a regular basis all in the name of science. I guess my job had its perks. I downed one more shot, six I think or seven...it didn't matter. It was a me party, a party for one and I was going to make a night of it, or at least until I passed out.
I flopped down on the couch with bottle in hand. Why did I bother with a glass anyway? It was my day and I'd do as I damn well pleased. I didn't have to work tomorrow so tonight I was going to live it up and drown in dreams of Bo. I didn't know how long I was out before I heard a knock at the door. I forced open my eyelids. The clock said nine thirty at night. Some partier I was. I groaned as I pushed myself off of the couch. I was sore from passing out in an awkward position and had to stretch on my way to the door. I checked myself in the mirror, never wanted to look a fright in front of the Ash. They already thought humans were frail, didn't need to let him see me a drunk mess. I stood up straight and smoothed down my slightly wrinkled clothes. I opened the door and my jaw dropped.
"Bo? Wha-"
"Happy birthday Lauren."
She leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, then pulled a small cake out from behind her back. Maybe I wouldn't have to wait until one hundred after all. I guess sometimes dreams do come true.