So…I'm exceedingly choked about having to wait ANOTHER week for a new episode of Lost Girl because the network couldn't get their shit together. Hope this tides you over though…

I woke to an empty sleeping bag, one that I'd been sharing with Lauren only a few hours ago. I pulled the large bag around me tightly, looking around the office-like room that was separate from the larger warehouse. I rubbed my eyes and slipped out; grabbing a baggy shirt I brought from Lauren's place and pulled it over my head. Last night had been…amazing

I felt her arms wrap around me from behind as she crawled back into the sleeping bag with me. "I wish that had been our first time." I said gently, running my fingers up and down her forearms, smiling when I felt her kiss my shoulder and pulled me to her tighter.

"In a lot of ways," she said softly, her breath tickling my skin "it was." We were silent for a long time afterwards; I almost thought she'd fallen asleep until she asked "are you ok?" That question confused me. I turned to look at her, saw the concern and worry in her lovely brown eyes and laid my head down on her extended arm. She watched my features closely, watching for any sign that I didn't want to be here or that I was hurt or upset.

"I'm so much better than ok." I murmured, pushing her hair behind her ear. "I've missed being with you like this." I said softly, she touched her forehead to mine sweetly and I sighed, letting her wrap her arms around me. She didn't say anything again for a long, long while, her fingers trailing up and down my back soothingly.

The tile floor was cold under my bare feet as I searched for the blonde. Where'd she go?

"Lauren?"

"Up here." Her voice softly floated through the air from the skylight, which I just realised was open. Hesitantly, I grasped the metal ladder extending towards the ceiling and hoisted myself up step by step towards the brisk night sky.

I heaved myself out of the hole and onto the roof, jumping a little when the aluminum's cold surface bit my toes. Lauren was sitting cross legged in the rays of the full moon, her back to me and even then I knew she was meditating. "I didn't mean to wake you up." She said gently as I walked to stand next to her.

"Why are you up?" I asked her, pulling my arms around me tight. I hadn't realised it was so damn cold out.

"A lot of reasons." She said, turning back to me, holding her hand out for me to join her. I didn't hesitate to sit in front of her, between her legs, her warm arms wrapping around my midsection, chin resting on my shoulder. "You're cold." She murmured gently, her arms pulling me into her tighter.

"And you're really warm." I said, unconsciously snuggling back into her. She smiled

"Another perk of being a species ambiguous freak. It seems the manticore have an internal temperature like a wolf; their body temperature remains the same so they can survive the cold and the heat without freezing or overheating."I played with the fingers on her left hand, touching them to my lips while I thought, smiling against her finger tips when she kissed my cheek. "You should go back to sleep." She said softly and kissed my temple. I shook my head slightly.

"It's too cold without you, besides…" I looked out at the horizon, seeing the mountains far in the background, the lights of the city shining well below the stars in the sky. "It's a beautiful night."

"Yeah…beautiful…" I felt her eyes on me and turned to look her in the eyes

"Why do I get the feeling you're not talking about the scenery?" She blushed and looked at the sky.

"You know, sometimes I look at the sky and I compare the constellations to the people I know."

"Really?" She nodded and I adjusted myself so I could look up too. "Alright, which one is me?" She smiled, the light of the moon casting on us like a spot light. She pointed towards the big dipper.

"Ursa Major."

"Why a giant spoon?" I asked, genuinely perplexed. She chuckled and shook her head.

"It's not a spoon. It's a bear."

"How is that a bear?" She pointed at the handle.

"That's the tail," she moved her hand to the cup part "that's the body."

"Bears don't have long tails."

"Evidently, this one does."

"Yeah, ok crazy-lady. Now how does that remind you of me?" She pointed to the smaller dipper.

"Kenzi is Ursa Minor. The smaller bear, because the Great Bear and the Smaller Bear are always together. Ursa Minor also contains the North Star and Kenzi was a major part of you finding a home." Suddenly, I was in awe. It was true. I was completely interested now. I sat up a little bit more, eyes fixated on the 'bears' in the sky.

"Alright, then which one is Amelia?" She pointed to a spot in the sky, I didn't try to see what she was trying to show me.

"Amelia and Dyson are Canes Venatici, the two dogs." I couldn't help but chuckle.

"The two dogs? Really?" She nodded, a faint smile gracing her lips.

"On a leash." Then I lost it and fell to my side, body shaking in spasms of tear wrenching laughs. I gasped for air as my stomach cramped and wiped at my eyes. Once I composed myself I settled back into her arms.

"Which one is you?" I asked, still wiping my eyes. She shrugged.

"I look for people I know. Not myself." The blonde murmured simply. I played with her fingers as she stared up at the sky.

"Are you ever going to forgive her?" She sighed and placed her chin on my shoulder.

"Yes and no."

"Yes and no?"

"I won't forgive her for what she turned me into, making me a half underfae half human hybrid, giving me no classification, making me unacceptable for both the fae and the human world."

"Lauren—"

"But, I will forgive herbecause she gave me back my chance at life. My chance with you." I smiled and snuggled in closer to her.

"You know it's all gonna work out, right?" She sighed remorsefully into my hair.

"I hope it'll all work out, knowing it as a concrete fact however…" I elbowed her in the ribs forcefully.

"Don't be so pessimistic."

"I'm being realistic, Bo. Being what I am at this very moment makes me illegal. Which means that sooner or later either the Ash or the Morrigan will come for me."

"And they'll..."

"They'll either kill me or take me in for research." I ran my fingers up and down her arms slowly.

"Isn't the Ash supposed to protect you?"

"The old Ash would, this new Ash would rather cage me up and never let me see the sunlight again."

"I'll protect you." I muttered grumpily. It wasn't Lauren's fault this happened to her. It wasn't her fault that the manticore, who apparently had been bought and set free in my home by a Dark Fae I happened to piss off, had nearly killed her. It wasn't her fault that Amelia did something that turned her into what she was. She shouldn't have to suffer for someone else's doing. "We'll all will."

"That's a great thought, Bo, and I'm grateful for all that you've done and all you want to do, but this isn't something you can fight." I turned to face her and took her face in my hands.

"Lauren, I want you to listen to me." She rested her hands on my thighs, eyes locked on mine. "No one will touch you, ok? I'll rip their arms off and beat them to death with them if they try." She smiled softly, sadly, but said nothing. "Ok?"

"Ok."

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