"You sure did a good job this time, Tamsin." I comment, pulling the last stitching through her hand. Tamsin's not one for staying out of fights. Seems like every other day she's walking through those doors with something new to add to the books.
"Thanks doc, I don't know what I would do without you."
"Well I would hope you'd go to another doctor, mind telling me what happened this time?" I pry.
"I was enjoying a nice and quiet lunch at the Dal," Of, course. "when this drunken brute walks in slamming down two hundred dollars, claiming that whoever could take him in a fight would receive the money as a reward. I know, right? Who does that? Anyway, no one would step up against him, so I decided to take one for the team," rolling my eyes, I can't help the laugh that escapes. Tamsin, Tamsin. Always getting into unnecessary situations.
"And did we win?" I ask, knowing full and well what the answer was. Tamsin doesn't look it, but she has some hidden strength behind those puny arms. She is what we call a Valkyrie, someone charged with taking the souls of fallen warriors to the afterlife, Valhalla. She also has the power of Doubt, which usually comes in handy in messy situations.
"Of course! How else am I going to pay for this doctor visit?"
"Tamsin, you don't ever pay anyway!" I tease, jabbing her in the shoulder.
"Ow, doc. I told you to keep a tab going. I'll pay you back one day."
"You do realize, I won't still be around a hundred years from now, right?"
"You never know; You are the best doctor around. I mean you found a cure for our kind, and you had little information to go on at the time. I have no doubt that you will come up with a solution to prolonging human life." She responds, taking her phone from her pocket. "I have to go though doc, Thank you again. You busy later?"
"Yes, I'll be at the Dal." She returns a big grin, before making her leave.
For the remainder of my day, I decide to do some research on what type of Fae Bo could be. I'm not entirely sure what she was doing to me earlier, but it felt very persuasive. So she must have some type of psychological control on others. The sensation it sent through my body was like fireworks, and there was a bit of a pull following. In that moment I felt I would do anything she'd asked me to, and I wanted to do anything she wanted me to.
That being said, she must somehow feed off the energy of others, and if I'm not mistaken, that energy could very well be sexual energy. I only know of one other type of Fae to do something similar. An Incubus, but they are primarily male. I'll have to look further into it, but at least I have something to go off of. Trick would more than likely know, he's one of the oldest Fae I have had the pleasure of becoming good friends with. Trick owns that Dal Riata, a neutral waystation for both light and dark Fae. Maybe he'll also know something about this mysterious Bo Dennis. I think to myself, noticing that I've been doodling her name over and over again on the paper of another patient.
Why am I so intrigued by this woman? I've known her all of 45mins, and even then I don't fully know her, but something about her has completely enthralled my thoughts. Not to mention her beauty is nothing like I've ever seen, even when compared to my ex Nadia.
"Doc?" a voice breaks my thoughts, looking to the door the Shapeshifter is leaning against the frame.
"Dyson, everything okay?" I ask, standing from my chair. He nods as he takes a few steps. "I wanted to stop by and apologize for my actions earlier. I shouldn't have lost my cool, especially in front of you."
"I see; have you been continuing the temperament practices I gave you?"
"I have, but I really don't think the effects are as good, as when you are helping me with them Doc." He replies, leaning against the desk.
"Dy, you need to be able to work on them on your own. I won't always be around to calm you down."
"I think all I need is a release of frustration, and my temper would be easier to control." He finishes, sliding closer to where I am standing.
"I told you, that would never happened again. We both made a mistake, and you know how I feel, Dyson."
"I don't feel like it was a mistake, Lauren. Was I really that bad?"
I release a small chuckle at that, "No you crazy wolf, you were… gentle, and wonderful, but Dyson I love women. I always have, I was just vulnerable back then, with Nadia leaving me and my father passing. You were sweet, and kind to me. I took advantage of that, and I am sorry."
"Oh come on Lauren, give me a chance to change your mind. I promise I'll be the best thing for you. I'll protect you, and cherish you. I feel like I am fal-"
"Dyson don't, please. I'm sorry, but we can't be a thing. I don't feel the same, please respect that."
Saying that triggers his anger, his eyes go from a calm ocean blue to a dark sunglow yellow, a low growl follows. "Dyson, remember your practices. Breathe, and clear your head."
Nothing seems to be working, as he continues closing the space between us, rage clearly filling his head. "Remember why you want this control over your anger. Dyson, please!" by this point he has me backed up against a wall. "Think about Ciara!" I yell.
Just then his eyes go from the awful yellow, to blue. Shaking his head, he takes glance of the room. "Lauren, I- I don't know what came over me. I'm so sorry. Gah! Why does this keep happening? It's like once I've reached that point, I have no control." I place a hand onto his shoulder in support. "Dy, we'll figure it out. I promise."
"I could have hurt you Lauren! God, I don't know what I would do if I ever did. Maybe, I should look for help somewhere else,"
"Oh come on wolf. I'm fine, and we were able to bring you back before you did anything. We just need to figure out what triggers it, and yes, maybe we should have someone else present when I'm helping you, but we'll get this figured out Dyson. Okay?"
"Do you think it has something to do with Ciara's death?"
I lightly shrug "Do you blame yourself?"
"Sometimes, If I would of just gone with her."
"Dyson stop. You have no reason to blame yourself. You both had lives to live, and things to take care of. You had no way of knowing that the underfae were on a killing rampage where she was going. No one knew until it was too late." He just nods his head in response. "Listen doc, I do care for you very much, but I also do understand that you don't reciprocate those feelings."
"I do care about you, but only as a friend. You are family Dyson. You, Hale, Tamsin, Trick. Hell even Vex sometimes, but we won't let him know that." I reply, giving him a playful wink.
"Thanks Doc. Hey, did you happen to get anywhere with the girl we brought in earlier?"
"Yes, and no. Her name is Bo, and she was raised by humans. Which explains why she didn't know she was Fae. That's going to be the tricky part. I have little to nothing to go on, in finding information on her type. But we'll get there. She's coming back tomorrow so I can run some tests."
"I see, well let me know if there is anything I can help with. Are you going to be at the Dal later?"
"I will," I reply, forming a soft smile.
"I'll see you then," he replies, giving me a nod before taking his leave.
Collapsing into the chair, I let out a drawn out sigh. What a day! Trying to keep up in the Fae world is rough. I wonder sometimes why I even agreed to help. Oh wait, for Science. That's right. I guess I should go see Trick about one Bo Dennis, and this mysterious trigger with Dysons anger. He has to know something. I think, packing up for the day. One last glance around the room, before flipping the lights off.