Chapter 5

Kenzi rushed back into the clubhouse and took the stairs two at a time. Her thigh screamed out in pain but she bit down on her tongue and hurried. Normally she'd be out of breath but because of the adrenaline rushing through her veins she hardly felt it. Bruce was standing in the middle of her room, his big arms crossed over his chest and a hand resting under his chin. He was staring at Dyson's body and a look of worry was etched across his face. He turned when he heard her.

"Oh Kenzi, thank god! Look at him, look how pale he is." Bruce grabbed Kenzi's wrist and hauled her to the bed. She jerked away and looked down at Dyson. His skin seemed to have no color to it. The slight red of his cheeks was gone, the ever present circles beneath his eyes from lack of sleep were gone. He didn't look like himself at all. His face was not lined with worry or serious like usual and his brows were left unfurrowed. Worry washed over Kenzi like a tidal wave and she felt nauseous. The only colors present on his body were the dark purple bruises that covered him, and the deep gash in his side. Blood was pooling on his side from internal injuries and it almost looked black beneath his sickly pale skin. Kenzi felt like she was going to throw up but she didn't have time for that. She knew what she had to do.

"Bruce I need you to go downstairs and grab my ipod, it's on the table next to the computer. Listen to some music because there are going to be some very interesting noises up here for just a little while." Kenzi said. She didn't look at Bruce because she didn't want to see the look on his face.

"Kenzi, what are you talking about?" he asked.

"Just go Bruce. I don't have time for questions." She waved her hand. Bruce hurried from the room. When Kenzi heard his boots hit the stairs she sat down on the side of the bed and pulled the vial out. She opened it and looked down at the liquid inside.

"Alright, let's get this ball rolling." She poured some of the liquid across the wound on his side. Kenzi watched in amazement as the liquid seemed to take on a life of its own. The purple liquid moved like a snake, wiggling across his side and sinking into the open spaces in his wound. The liquid slithered and Kenzi swore she heard small noises. As soon as the liquid pierced the wound Dyson's eyes flew open. A raw ragged breath came out and he groaned loudly. Kenzi jumped up and stared down at him.

"Oh thank God you're awake. It would have been so awkward doing it with an unconscious person." She said.

"What did you do?" he asked staring at her wide eyed. Kenzi looked down at his side, it was healing at a remarkable rate, the wound closing very quickly.

"I…I." for the first time in her life Kenzi was at a loss for words. She didn't know how to explain what she'd done.

"Kenzi." Dyson said her name but couldn't get any other words out because he started to cough. Deep chest rattling coughs. His face was a mask of pain as he coughed and Kenzi put a hand on his forehead, gently rubbing his hair back.

"Shh, come on, calm down." Kenzi spoke softly and when the coughs stopped she found herself rubbing her hand down and caressing his cheek. His eyes were squeezed shut so she took the chance to use the rest of the liquid. She poured small dots over each cut and scrape, the liquid did the same thing. It slithered around the injury and then sank into it. Each scrape, cut, and bruise was healed within seconds. Dyson didn't move, he was still awake but trying to regain his breath. Kenzi tossed the vial to the side and took a deep breath. The next part of this was the part that she was going to have trouble with. It wasn't like she would have to imagine someone else, Dyson was hella sexy, but she would have a hard time forgetting that her best friend was missing and instead of looking for Bo, she was sexing up her boy toy. Surely though Bo would understand. It was life or death, it wasn't just because she wanted to have sex with him, not that she didn't, but that wasn't the point. She had to have sex with him, that was the point.

"Kenzi, you went to a Jinx didn't you?" Dyson asked roughly. Kenzi felt a little relieved that he knew what she had done, at least she didn't have to explain everything to him.

"I don't know what she was. Her name was Duchess." Kenzi answered. Dyson stared at her and then he closed his eyes and sighed.

"Damn it Kenzi." He said.

"Dyson I did what I had to do, I always do. You're not healing and you're going to die." Kenzi said. Dyson's eyes opened and he shook his head, he didn't look at her, he stared up at the ceiling, a frown present on his lips.

"She's a Jinx. They have special abilities that allow them to draw humans in and keep them as pets. You feel instantly attracted to them and all you want to do it stay with them and give them everything they want. They are magical beings and they constantly study other Fae until they know them like the backs of their hands. She may have helped you to heal me but now you owe her." Dyson said. Kenzi picked up the sad tone in his voice and she felt her chest clench.

"Well on the bright side I only owe her one favor. Duchess owed Tamsin a favor and she took that one for the stuff I just poured on you. The other has yet to be called up but I'll be sure to let you know when it is. But for right now, instead of bitching that I am saving your ass, can we just get on with this and get you back in working order?" Kenzi said. She was flustered, her whole body was warm and her leg was aching.

"Kenzi I can't do this, not with you." he said. Her stomach turned and in that moment, the girl who had always been confident and sure of herself, was gone. She felt absolutely worthless. He couldn't do this with her, why? She looked down at the ground and when she spoke it was in an unsure shaking voice, lacking all the confidence it once had.

"Dyson I know I'm not Bo. I know I'm not tall and I don't have an amazing body. I know having sex with me is not as appealing as the many other women you've been with." She paused, she didn't know where she was going with this, and when she felt tears sting the backs of her eyes she was shocked. Why the hell was she crying? She turned her head away from him and took a deep breath.

"I know I'm not nearly as beautiful as Bo, but um…you can just close your eyes and picture someone else because this isn't about sex, it's about your life. If we don't then you're going to die." Tears rolled down Kenzi's cheeks and a sob racked her chest. She turned her face toward Dyson who was staring at her with the most heartbroken look she'd ever seen.

"I can't lose you Dyson. I don't know where anyone is and if you die I'll be alone. Dyson you can't die. You're all I have." Kenzi sobbed. Dyson moved, he grunted, and struggled but he managed to get into an upright position.

"Come here." he grabbed Kenzi up into his arms and pulled her against his bare chest, holding her there while she cried. He'd never seen her so fragile and it killed a little piece of him to know that he'd caused that. He put his hand on her cheek and held her close to him.

"I didn't mean I can't have sex with you because you're not pretty. You're gorgeous and breathtaking. I meant I can't have sex with you because you're too special to me to be one of the girls I just have a quickie with. You're too perfect to be that girl. If we're doing this, we're doing it right. Nice and slow."