Ch 2.
Okay here is chapter 2, is a little long, consider it my apology for taking so long to update. Thank you everyone who reviewed, favorited, and added my story to their alert notifications. I really do appreciate reviews it lets me know I am not butchering this : ). And my chapter 2 was so long that I also have chapter three done, short but done. Thank you again : D.
Kenzi rushes towards the car her legs jelly, she leans against it her breath is rushed and it feels like fighting a losing battle.
"I have to get out of here." She all but throws herself into the driver's seat.
Trembling fingers grip the steering wheel, a feeling that can be compared to fire licks at her side and the world is becoming severely blurred. She looks down at her seat notices blood pooling.
"Shit that can't be fixed with a band aid". Shaking her head trying to sort through her foggy mind, 'Think girl think, where do I go, hospital? NO! Hi nurse lady I was involved in an altercation that involved some crazy guy who tried to cutting me open to bond me to him so my bestie would join the dark side'
'Oh yeah definitely get tossed in the loony bin for that one'
'Lauren's lab? Fuck no' 'Not home Bo's there, not ready to face her, I'd rather go into shock than explain this situation to her.'
Everything feels tingly, her arms and legs feel heavy and her head is swimming, drifting slowly away to some land that requires no cognitive skills.
Suddenly there is a loud bang on the glass, she looks up to see but before her black painted blood stained finger tips can unlock the door she's out, her small frame limp and clammy to the touch. A voice that this young thief has come to associate with safety tears through her unconsciousness then something that sounds like glass breaking is the last thing she can will herself to hear. Dyson watches Kenzi flashing in and out of consciousness as he carries her back down into the lair. He grips her helpless body as if his life depends on it, because it does, if Kenzi dies he dies, no thanks to Bo.
Moments before….
Dyson walked up the stairs completely ignoring Hale's curious eyes and parted lips wanting to erupt in an acquisition of some sort. Dyson leans forward over the bar his eyes focused on a large amber filled bottle. His long arms reach out and his nibbles fingers goad the bottle toward him, he gets his prize and sets it down grabbing his shot glass from earlier fills it eagerly. The whiskey burns but feels good, drowning away his worries for but a moment.
"Dyson!" Hale shouts, dragging the brooding man from his thoughts of self doubt.
"What?" he snaps out a bit louder than intended. His long fingers hold the shot glass between them he tumbles it back and forth in his hand.
"What's that and that?" the Siren gawks at the taller man worry apparent in his eyes.
The broody wolf glances down noticing dark crimson stains on his once crisp white shirt. Dyson's heart sinks and realization hits him. Before he can form the thoughts he finds himself heading out of the Dal searching for his new 'pet'.
'What the hell was I thinking?' the thought continues to run ramped though his mind.
He spots her car and runs full force towards it knowing Kenzi has lost more blood than he originally realized, 'How bad is it?' his fists clench at his stupidity and lack of correctly handling priorities.
Anger courses through his veins, how stupid could he have been to not realize how bad off she was, he could smell it, all the mineral metallic, yet bitter sweet blood. He gets to the car and tries to open it, to no avail. Her eyes close and fear courses through his body, he slams the back of his gun through the window unlocks the door and prays to the great wolf spirit that he's not too late.
The centuries old wolf knows that this is no good, she won't make it to a hospital if it's as bad as he thinks. He thinks back to the battle of the Garuda.
"Hale!" He growls loudly as he all but runs into the Dal, Kenzi's lifeless body in his arms.
The detective looks up at his partner the beer in his hand slipping onto the cool ground, the entire bar is silent save the shattering glass bottle its contents pooling under its owner's feet.
He can't speak only look at Kenzi with a gut wrenching feeling, "COME NOW," Dyson grits through his teeth no patience to be found for his partner.
Trick hearing the commotion comes running up from below and he stiffens in his movements he realizes what Dyson wants Hale to do as the two pass him on their way back to the lair. Kenzi begins to stir as Dyson lays her flat on a table that the bar owner has cleaned off.
"No Dyson no labs, no hospitals, if you even try I'll neuter you" she winces in pain gripping Dyson's hand with surprising strength.
"Kenzi.." Dyson breaths through gritted teeth, this little human is now his responsibility whether he likes it or not.
Though before he claimed her Kenzi was his responsibility the day she was left in his charge during the foot soup debacle.
"Look it's going to be okay, Hale's going to fix you…again." He smiles weakly at her realizing how fragile she really is her skin is paler than he's ever seen it and the rust colored blood doesn't help as it covers her hands and stomach.
Hale looks at Dyson like he's insane, he knows that this is the best bet for his pain in the ass Kenzi, but still last time he was lucky he didn't kill her and everyone else in that padded room.
"Do it please," The wolf warrior pleads with his best friend as he squeezes the little human's hand tightly trying reassure her it's going to be okay.
"No it's okay, I'll be fine, just slap some super glue on it," Kenzi moans trying to sit up but cries out in pain, Dyson holds her still letting her cry into his shoulder as he kneels down to an appropriate height for her.
"Hale, Kenzi needs this," Trick adds pulling Hale down to his height then clapping a hand on his shoulder patting it. The old bartender then glances at the pale human on his table and her new reluctant yet caring owner, as said owner is whispering something into the girl's ears.
"If I kill you don't be mad okay?" He stares down at Kenzi pulling her shirt up farther targeting in on what needs to be cauterized.
And you don't let Bo eat my face!" He points at Dyson unsure if he can luck out for a second time. There is a high pitched noise and everyone except the Siren is holding their breath. He finishes and steps back to make sure he didn't kill her.
Dyson runs his fingers across her abdomen and side eliciting a soft whimper from the young woman. Her hand finds his and she gives it slight squeeze and tries to shift her exposed skin from his eyes but instead yelps in pain as she sits up. Dyson is immediately at her side again checking the wound. The older man brings over some gauze, cleaning alcohol and of course drinking alcohol.
"Thank you," she says looking at the three men watching her carefully as she swigs from a bottle of vodka.
"It didn't close up all the way but the most you'll need are some light stitches" Hale says leaning against the table worry still clinging to his voice, "Are you okay and what the hell happened?"
Kenzi explains about her attacker and keeps the part about the claim to herself.
"Oh okay, well that doesn't explain very much, why did Dyson let you go when he apparently was close enough to smell the blood?" the Siren waves a hand as Dyson's ruined shirt.
"And why the hell do you both have blood on your lips and your wrists are…OH MY SWEET SIREN ASS?" Hale screams causing the other three to stare at him mouths slacked jawed mirroring his.
Kenzi bites her lower lip her hand covering her wrist as she looks down then back up.
"I didn't ask him to do it but I had to that's why that guy attacked me okay?" She flinches as Hale runs the palm of his hand across the mark examining it to make sure his eyes aren't deceiving him.
Dyson trying to stay calm, cool, and collected fails as his wolf becomes restless because it does not like Hale touching its mark. He shifts closer to the two and 'inadvertently' knocks Hale's hand away from the wolf's new charge.
Before anyone can finish explaining Lauren comes running down the stairs her doctor bag in her hand and eyes wide. "Trick called me, said it was an emergency."
Kenzi gives the bartender daggers, which actually makes Trick blanch. Dyson doesn't look none too happy as he stands in front Kenzi for a moment then his senses come about him, reasoning takes over that the Doc can take better care of her than these three men can as far as medicinal purposes are concerned.
"I told you no questions Lauren, and you didn't tell Bo?"
"Tell Bo what?" None other than raven haired vixen herself stands at the top of the stairs her arms folded a face of impassiveness stares back at the others until she sees her 'little sister' being patched up by her girlfriend well her friend with benefits her whatever she hasn't decided yet.