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Chapter 4 – Don't Say You're Sorry
Dyson had been completely useless at the station the next day. His lack of sleep was severely affecting his motivation to get any work done, and he just wasn't able to focus on anything besides Kenzi and their final conversation from the previous night. That is, if he could even call what happened a conversation. It was really just a lot of yelling on Kenzi's part while he was left with a pain in his chest that he hadn't felt since the Norn took his love.
And he knew that he deserved every ounce of the pain that he felt because every single one of her accusations were justified. She had counted on him to save her, and he had failed her.
Kenzi's humanity had always been a cause for worry in his eyes, and there once was a time when he had even considered her to be weak because of it. Of course that changed after they had switched bodies and he was finally able to see and feel how strong she really was. From that moment on he never once saw Kenzi as the weak human he used to see her as. She was the strongest out of their entire group, and had proved it time and time again. After all, she had saved his life twice already.
However, he could now see that Kenzi's strength and unwavering bravery had blinded him to her vulnerability in the often dangerous Fae world. He should have known better, but he had made a mistake and she had paid for it. She was right to call him out.
And she did have a right to know the details behind Inari's death, but if he was being honest with himself, he wasn't quite ready to have that conversation with anybody, let alone Kenzi. Lauren had brought it up once last night, but he had brushed off her curiosity just like he had Kenzi's.
Dyson groaned, running a hand over his face and through his messy hair. Part of him wanted to call it a day and head back to his loft for some much needed sleep, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to do anything until he made things right with Kenzi. He hadn't meant to make her so angry with his worry, but he couldn't help himself from feeling the way that he did. He had just wanted her to know that she could talk to him about whatever it was she was bottling up inside, but no matter what his intentions were, he had upset her and now he was left with his guilt and an urge to make it up to her.
He leaned forward in his chair, and glanced at the clock on his computer. It was just past 1 o'clock, and for the second time that day he was considering the benefits of leaving work early. It was then that an idea suddenly came to him, causing him to abruptly stand, grab his jacket, and head for the door.
Kenzi once again awoke with an aching head, but she was pretty sure that this time it was a result of all the vodka she had consumed the night before, and not the image of her evil doppelganger haunting her dreams. In fact, she was pleasantly surprised to realize that her dreams had been Inari free last night, with only that strange fox to keep her company.
Kenzi rolled over onto her back and rubbed the heels of her hands over her eyes, hoping to clear them of the bleariness of sleep. She was also hoping to clear away the awful feeling that was settling into the pit of her stomach as she remembered what had happened right before she passed out for the night.
She didn't know who was more surprised by her outburst, Dyson or herself.
Kenzi winced as she began to remember the details of all the things she had said to him, the things she had accused him of. She doesn't think she meant any of it, but she was so frustrated and a little bit drunk. Kenzi had momentarily lost control of herself and everything that she had been hiding.
And she was really curious as to why Inari had been half-naked and in Dyson's bed when she died.
Before she had anytime to dwell further on that question she heard what sounded like someone in the makeshift kitchen, which was then followed by the glorious smell of bacon. Confused, she sat up and looked at her bedside alarm clock. It was almost 2 o'clock, which meant that nobody should be home except for her. She knew it wasn't Bo because she was at Dawning training with Trick, and there was no way she could make anything that smelled that good. She paused for a brief moment before her curiosity and growling stomach overpowered her desire to go back to sleep. She jumped out of bed and quickly headed towards the kitchen. She was only mildly surprised to find Dyson standing in front of the small stove with a dishtowel draped over his shoulder. She paused for only a moment before speaking.
"It might be a little late for breakfast," she said, getting his attention. He turned towards her with a skillet full of sizzling bacon in his hand and offered her a small smile.
"Not when you're on Kenzi time. Besides, it's never too late for bacon," he replied, placing a few pieces on a plate next to a healthy pile of eggs. He returned the skillet to the stove and turned off the heat. "Besides, this is a peace offering."
Kenzi started to tell him that a peace offering wasn't necessary, but stopped herself. She had never been the type of person to turn down bacon. She sauntered over to the small table and sat down in front of the plate that Dyson had made for her.
"Well aren't you the smart one, Wolfman," she said, picking up a piece of bacon. "The quickest way to my forgiveness is through my stomach."
"Yeah, I'm finally learning your ways," he replied, sitting down across from her. He watched as she happily ate her breakfast, and was glad to find that she didn't appear as angry as she was last night.
"I knew you would, eventually," she said around a mouthful of eggs. A moment of uncomfortable silence passed between them as she continued to eat and Dyson sat, unsure of what to do. Kenzi was the first to say something.
"You didn't have to do this, you know," she said, looking down at her plate, "There's nothing to forgive, Dyson. If anything I'm the one who should be apologizing to you. I was pretty mean to you last night."
Dyson sat stunned for a moment before he could reply, watching her as she refused to look him.
"Kenz, you had every right to say those things to me. You have every right to be angry about what happened to you. I came here today to tell you that I'm sorry for everything, and I wish more than anything that I could take it back. I may not be able to change what happened, but I want you to know that I will be here for you if you ever need me."
Kenzi sat for a long moment without saying anything. While she was over the anger from last night, she could still feel it buried deep down inside of her, and she didn't know what to do about it.
"Thanks, D," she said, finally looking up. "And you're right. I am angry, but now just isn't a good time for that. With Bo's impending Fae Judgment Day the last thing she needs is to worry about me." Dyson shook his head and let out a long sigh.
"Kenzi, look. What's happening with Bo is big, and scary, and serious, that's true. I won't argue with you, but your problems matter too. And I hope that you know that if you can't go to Bo with a problem, you can come to me. I know I did a shitty job of it last week, but I need you to know that you can count on me," he said with a pleading look in his eyes. Kenzi smiled softly at his words.
"I know, Dyson. I know I can count on you," she said before running her fingers through her disheveled hair, "And I know that you're worried about me, and that you want me to talk, but I just—I can't. Not yet."
Dyson reached across the table and grabbed both of her small hands with his large ones. He waited until she was looking at him before he spoke.
"That's okay. I'll be here when you're ready," he said, caressing her knuckles with his thumbs. He felt his Wolf sigh with contentment at his nearness to Kenzi. They were both happy to have her forgiveness.
Kenzi could feel a slight blush creeping it's way up her neck, something that always seemed to happen when she was around Dyson. She gave his hands one last squeeze before pulling away and returning to her breakfast.
"Okay, seriously though," she began while munching on a piece of bacon, "Why are you here? You have one of those grown up jobs that you actually have to go to everyday."
"One hour of sleep doesn't exactly equal good police work, and I wasn't getting anything done knowing how pissed you were you at me," he said, leaning back from the table.
"I wasn't pissed," she said, laughing. Dyson only offered a disbelieving look as a response.
"So, um, there was one thing I wanted to talk about," said Kenzi, her tone unusually tentative.
"Okay, shoot," Dyson replied, raising a single eyebrow in apprehension.
"It's about what Lauren told me last night, about Inari and your bed. I asked you what that was about last night, but you didn't give me a straight answer. So I was wondering if you would give me one now."
Dyson immediately became tense at her question, the same one that he was avoiding asking himself.
"I'm not sure how to explain it. Tamsin scrambled my brain with this power that she has and then everything was very confusing. I felt unsure about everything, so I went home to sleep it off and there you were—I mean, there she was—wearing nothing but one of my shirts. I'm not sure you're ready to hear the rest."
"Well that doesn't sound ominous at all," Kenzi replied sarcastically, "Now you have to tell me."
"Really, Kenzi. You don't want to know." Kenzi narrowed her eyes and studied him briefly. She came to the conclusion that he genuinely didn't want to talk about whatever had happened, so she let the subject drop.
"Fine, you're off the hook. But don't think this is the end of it. You'll tell me one day," she said, pointing her fork at him.
Dyson sighed in relief before getting up to pour himself some much needed coffee.
Author's Note 2: What did you think? Any predictions yet?