A/N: Wow, it's your lucky day, loyal readers! 2 stories in 3 days! Wooh-hoo! Had a bit of a dry spell a while back, now my muse is working overtime. Ok, so I hacked a scene, but it's not a doccubus scene…but ultimately it's a scene about doccubus! Just read, you'll see what I mean. :-P

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Down, Boy!

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Setup: Season 3, episode 4, Fae-de to Black. After being injured at the parking garage, Dyson tells Bo she needs to "refuel," to which she replies she is "working on it." She goes to Lauren for some sexy fun, but she doesn't fully heal. When she visits Dyson and Tamsin at the precinct later, Bo is in bad shape and Dyson discovers she is critically injured. All canon up to this point. Here's an alternate version of how it could have been handled. Dialogue from the show (owned by Showcase/Prodigy) is in bold italics.

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D: Can I talk to you a minute? Privately?

B: What's going on?

D: You tell me.

B: Dyson I really don't have the energy to play mind-reader with you right now – ahh!

D: Bo – [he touches her side]

B: AHH! [he reaches for hem of her shirt and pulls it up] "Don't…"

D: Wait! Please…Bo you're bleeding.

B: It's just a bruise.

D: Internally! This is serious!

B: I'm fine!

D: You could die! "Why didn't you feed earlier? I told you to go refuel!"

"I did!" With a fresh wave of pain, Bo felt the room tilt. With a sharp gasp, she clutched at the table to keep from falling over. Bo's head swam with each new throb to her side and she blinked repeatedly trying to get her eyes to focus again.

"So who fed you? Lauren? Or a teenage Peri?"

"Screw you, Dyson!" Bo snapped through gritted teeth.

"Yes Bo, exactly!" Dyson huffed sarcastically, but his growing alarm quickly changed his tone. "Please, come on Bo, you need to let me heal you!" He demanded anxiously, while unbuckling his belt.

"No – I can't." Bo swatted his hands away from his belt buckle, so instead he cupped her face in his hands to pull her in for a kiss. "Stop it…" She protested faintly, her eyes beginning to roll up into her head as it became more difficult to hang on to consciousness. Just as his lips were about to touch hers, Bo's eyes flashed an angry blue as she bolted up and pushed his face away forcefully. "I. Am. Monogamous. Dammit!" She ground out between loud, shallow breaths.

"Do you really think she would want you to bleed to death just to save her feelings?" He cried frantically. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her fiercely. "Please! There's no time to waste! There are no strings here, I promise!"

"Get…get me…" The room became fuzzier and fuzzier as Bo panted and struggled for words.

"What?"

"Get me someone else!" Bo's eyes flashed angrily again, but her vision remained unfocused and disorienting.

"Are you serious?"

"Not you…" She protested breathily. She started to slump over but she braced her arm against the table. She looked up at Dyson slowly as she continued to pant. She groaned as another bolt of pain threatened to topple her, but she just tightened her fists and growled at Dyson resolutely. "It can't be YOU! I won't do that to her!"

"Fine! But the only other Fae here is Tamsin!"

"Then bring me…bring me some hu –" Bo's voice trailed off as her knees suddenly buckled. Dyson lunged to catch her, then lifted her up onto the table. He held her upright as he shook her and patted her face.

"Bo, Bo, BO! No, no, nononono stay awake! You have to stay conscious! Bo there's no time – stay with me! I need to heal you NOW!"

Just as it appeared that Bo had slipped into unconsciousness, her hand shot out and grabbed Dyson's chin, holding his mouth open forcefully. Dyson's eyes opened wide in shock as the angry succubus sucked out wave after wave of ethereal, life-giving chi from his mouth. But before she took enough to make him woozy, Bo stopped feeding and released him. She continued to pant weakly, but the pain was less blinding and she felt fully conscious and alert.

"There…I've bought… some time. Now… bring me someone else!"

"But –"

"GO!"

Dyson turned in resignation and walked back through the interrogation room and out into the main floor of the precinct. Bo slowly reclined on the top of the table to give her a few moments rest without having to concentrate on keeping herself upright. Within a few minutes Bo heard voices coming from the interrogation room.

"Sure, what can we help you with detective?"

"Just need help with a special assignment. It won't take long."

Bo looked up and saw Dyson and two uniformed officers approaching the door to the observation room. With a determined grunt, Bo sat up to greet her new conquests. She smiled valiantly as she swallowed down the huge lump in her throat that had been growing while she had lain there coming to terms with throwing away nearly a month of hard-earned monogamy.

"Uh, miss, you shouldn't be in…oh, are you alright?"

"Guys, I uh, want you to meet a friend of mine…"

Before Dyson could say anything more, Bo reached out and grasped both officers' hands and pulsed them several times with glowing, orange bursts of enthralling energy, causing them to dreamily stare at her with rapt attention, ready to do her bidding. "Hi, I'm Bo."

Bo turned to look at Dyson, who was hovering by the door staring at his feet. "Thanks Dyson. Go wait outside and guard the door."

Dyson awkwardly looked back up and nodded his head silently. He slouched out of the observation room and closed the door behind him. He paused for moment, but as soon as he heard the first telltale sounds of a succubus feeding, he briskly crossed the interrogation room to the exit, locking the door on his way out.

Bo sighed wearily as she re-tied her wrap-around top back into place and zipped up her pants. She hadn't felt this shitty after sex since her killing days. Since her two police feeds were human, she wasn't a hundred percent healed, leaving her tired and sore; but the black cloud of dread and guilt that hung over her head was far more upsetting than her aches and pains.

"Hey boys, before you go…" She approached the two policemen that were finishing getting dressed in the corner. As they were securing their belts and holsters into place, she raised her hands up to their faces and pulsed more energy into them as she cupped their cheeks. "I really appreciate your help, but you have no idea who I am and once you walk out that door you won't remember ever meeting me. You've actually been in the break room drinking coffee this whole time. And you haven't seen or talked to Detective Thornwood either. It's been a really boring day, ok guys? Now get back to work!"

The two enthralled officers nodded and murmured in the affirmative, then Bo patted them on the back and pushed them toward the door. She watched as they walked across the interrogation room in a daze, and when they opened the door she saw Dyson standing out in the hallway.

"Dyson will you come back in here, please."

Dyson pushed past the exiting officers and hurried across the interrogation room. "Do you need more? I wasn't sure two humans would be enough but I didn't want to call too much attention by bringing in a bunch at once."

"No I'm fine for now. I'll get a top-off later. Come back in here and sit down for a minute."

He followed her back into the observation room and took a seat across the table from her. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah. Look, I want to thank you for helping me out. I really needed you and you came through for me. But I need to make some things clear. I'm fully aware that Lauren and I have some serious talking to do about my feeding needs. So yes, I've received the reality check and I will deal with it. Lauren and I will deal with this, and we will figure this out in a way that's best for us. I don't know what that will look like yet, but there has to be a line somewhere. And I'm drawing that line now so she doesn't have to. We are never having sex again, Dyson."

"Bo –"

"Please, let me finish. I know it was an emergency. I know you were fearful for my life and you had the best of intentions. But it doesn't matter if you say no strings attached. And it doesn't matter if I can compartmentalize it in my head, and feel nothing, and be just as much or more in love with Lauren after it's over. It doesn't matter what would go on inside our heads if you were to heal me. What matters is that it would hurt her. Deeply. Lauren already has enough compromises to make in order to be with me, Dyson. And I'll be damned if I force her to make another one.

"Bo, there will always be unforeseen emergencies. It's naïve to think you can plan ahead to avoid them. And you can't expect me to sit around and watch you suffer and die just because you want to be noble for your girlfriend."

"This isn't some false nobility trip, it's about having deep respect for the woman I love! False nobility is appointing yourself the designated royal penis hero instead of just helping a friend get hooked up with a chi supply that doesn't come with emotional baggage!"

Dyson gaped at her in horror, looking as wounded and betrayed as if she had just kicked him in the groin – and spat on him.

"Shit. Dyson, I'm sorry – that was a really fucked up thing to say." She buried her face in her hands and took a deep breath. "I'm…I guess I'm just still really stressed out." Bo rubbed her temples briefly and then reached across the table to take Dyson's hand. "You have always had my back, always been there when I needed you. I didn't mean to belittle the sacrifices you've made for me and I know that your willingness to let me feed from you is far more than just lust. And you've never done anything to stand between Lauren and I since we made our relationship official. So I'm sorry if it sounded like I was suggesting that. I've always been able to count on you and it means the world to me."

Dyson looked down at their clasped hands, inhaled deeply, and then nodded in understanding. "Thanks Bo, I appreciate that." He said quietly, then gave Bo's hand a final squeeze before releasing it.

"I'm just trying to say that the way you offer support to me – as a friend – has to be different now that I am in a committed relationship. And no, that doesn't mean I expect you to do nothing and watch me die if I get in trouble. As long as you are physically capable of healing me, then you are also physically capable of going out and finding someone else to bring back for me to feed on. And I am willing to accept any chi you offer me but there will be no sex and there will be no kissing. If you really care about me, Dyson, if you really care about my health AND my happiness, then the next time there's a healing emergency you'll do whatever you can to help me get the chi that I need – and I will be most grateful – but you will never pressure me to have sex with you again. I don't care if I'm mortally wounded and we're trapped in an elevator or shipwrecked on an island. If sex is absolutely necessary to generate maximum chi – then I'll take your chi after you and your hand have some quality alone time, but I'm not letting you touch me. We have a past, Dyson, so there's just no such thing as no strings attached. Do we have an understanding?

Dyson sat back in his chair and stared down at his lap for a long awkward pause. "Understood."

"Good." Bo stood up to leave, but Dyson remained still and silent. "Thank you for being there for me today, Dyson. You were just what I needed." Dyson nodded in acknowledgement, but made no eye contact. Bo decided it was best to quietly leave him alone with his thoughts, so she turned and headed for the exit.

"I'll always have your back, Bo. Count on it."

Bo paused at the door and smiled. "Likewise, Dyson. Always." Without looking back, Bo exited the interrogation room and made a beeline for the Light Fae compound.

Twenty-five minutes of rush-hour traffic later, Bo knocked on Lauren's apartment door.

"Oh hey, baby! Come on in…" Lauren quickly ushered her girlfriend inside. "I didn't think you'd be back so soon. Any new developments with the –"

Before Lauren could close the door or finish her sentence, Bo enveloped her in an urgent embrace, kissing deeply and desperately. After a few moments, Bo forced herself to pull back before their passions overwhelmed them. Keeping her watery eyes closed, she gently rested her forehead against Lauren's while they continued to hold each other and catch their breath.

"Baby, we need to talk."

FIN

A/N2: In case you haven't seen it, LGFaenatics has sponsored another doccubus one-shot fic challenge and they just posted a collection of 14 fics by 14 authors under the title Massage Envy. The challenge prompt was for Bo or Lauren to give the other a massage. The stories are various ratings and genres but they all have a doccubus massage. :-) The authors are competing for a prize, so try to go over and read them all and vote for your top 3 favorites. Vote on LGFAenatics' profile page after you've read the stories. The poll is open until Thurs Jan 8. Happy reading :-)