Disclaimer: I do not own Lost Girl, the plot is of my own imaginings, and any characters that are unfamiliar. (This is set AU of S3 episode 11—Lauren's job was not Fae related, and Bo's father has not yet gotten involved)

02 December, 2013

Monday found Kenzi blearily making coffee at an hour that was too ungodly to mention. Bo had rolled in at four and collapsed in her room. Kenzi had been roused by the staggering footsteps and the drunken giggling. Kenzi had been much the same early that morning, but she had managed to stagger in at an earlier hour, no prospective fun-time partners in her horizon. After relocking the door after Bo left it swinging open, Kenzi settled her bestie in bed with a glass of water, an aspirin, and a loving hug.

So there was Kenzi, leaning against the counter while she brewed a cup of coffee and flipped through the magazine she had abandoned yesterday in favor for Conrad and lunch. One of the perks and pitfalls of having a non-traditional job was the excessive free time. Most people spent Monday morning preparing to do something. Kenzi was desperate to find something to do. She had, for once, kept the kitchen and her bedroom clean, the laundry was done and folded, and Kenzi had nothing to do. She was half tempted to make a mess just so she could have something to clean, or go pick pocket a few dozen marks in the park. But no, Kenzi was going to behave. She was going to do something productive, or at least something that got her out of the house. After coffee though. Coffee was a necessary thing for her continued existence at the moment.

When she had a cup of very strong black coffee in her hands, Kenzi spent the next half hour wallowing in the scent and the taste. Eyes slowly opened more than a crack, the taste of tequila finally disappeared, and a smile found its way onto her face as her mug clicked gently against new bracelet.

The silence of the predawn December morning was broken only by the incoherent, unconscious, babbling of Bo as she fought off or sexed up some hapless dream foe. Kenzi couldn't help the gentle smile at the thought of the succubus.

Monday started for Kenzi in the predawn chill that found her carrying her coffee cup down the road, her mouth half full of toast & Nutella. She was used to walking, walking was a pastime that Kenzi had never left behind. She was what her grandmother had called 'dikaya devochka' a feral girl. She had outstripped her cousins as a little girl in Russia, running wild through the landscape. When she had struck out on her own in Canada things hadn't changed, Kenzi had been essentially homeless, she was a survivor. A little walking wouldn't kill her, especially after all the faeshit she'd been through lately.

Kenzi watched the sunrise from the local park, she lay on a park bench and watched the sun rise and its trek across the sky. She didn't mind the chill, Russian winters were much colder than this early December weather. The first snow hadn't even fallen yet, sure there had been flurries, but it hadn't stuck.

A humming deep in her pocket shook Kenzi out of her glazed state. 1 new message. Kenzi flicked the text open and rolled her eyes at Hale.

Lil' Momma, brunch at 10 at The Dal

Kenzi swiped her thumb across the screen to call the man, it took a moment, but when Hale did answer, it was with a whispered voice, "Well, well, well, is that a voice of shame."

Kenzi could practically see Hale do his panicked full body 'shush'. "No," he whispered.

"Oh really, so why are you whispering," Kenzi whispered.

"I'm…at church," Hale managed to utter.

Kenzi bit her lip, "And you thought now would be a good time to answer the phone, in a church."

"I had a free moment," Hale stuttered.

"Oh yeah, I know that church is just chock full of free time that people are encouraged to talk on their phones," Kenzi drawled. "So how was the receptionist, did you sing her into su-,"

"Okay," Hale cut her off, his voice rising several octaves. "So," he cleared his throat, "are you coming for brunch?"

"I have some time," Kenzi shrugged. "Do you need an out?"

"Oh god yes," Hale exhaled heavily. "She keeps trying to cuddle me!"

"One wakeup call coming up, you like Brits, right," Kenzi asked before hanging up.

Flipping through her phone, Kenzi dialed Hale's house phone. Let it never be said that Kenzi wasn't a great wing-woman and a great beard. Swinging herself upright, Kenzi shook herself and settled into one of her many personas.

When Hale's message finished, Kenzi took a few short deep breaths and blinked back imaginary tears, "Baby, it's me. I know I shouldn't have walked out of the flat the other morning. I just, I got scared, Darling. Visiting home for Christmas is a big deal, especially to my parents. But if it is really what you want then let's do it. I'll be home soon, sweetheart."

With a smirk, Kenzi tapped the 'end' button and kicked off the bench. Life was good.

At fifteen minutes after ten, Kenzi sauntered into The Dal. Happily it was Hale and Dyson's day off so they were already sat at the bar, Tamsin and Bo were face down at the bar ignoring Trick's lecture.

At her entrance Trick turned and sighed, tossing his bar rag down, "There you are, I was about to set the cavalry on your scent."

Kenzi shrugged and unbuttoned her peacoat, "Sorry, I got a little tied up."

Bo groaned and lifted her head, "You were gone when I woke up, Kenz."

"Sorry Bo-Bo," Kenzi walked over and lightly hugged the older woman. "Went for a walk."

Hale raised an eyebrow, "Went for a walk? What did you get up to Lil' Momma?"

Kenzi threw her shoulders back and batted her eyelashes as she stepped towards the siren, "Well first I watched the sunrise with Marco, then I played with John and George, and lastly I cuddled with this sweetheart named Maxine." She sniffed and tilted her head to the side.

"Whoa," Hale gulped.

Kenzi relaxed her posture and shoved Hale lightly, "Get a grip. Like that really happened."

"So what did you do," Dyson asked, his hand relaxing from the coffee mug he had just broken the handle off of.

Kenzi shrugged, "I watched the sunrise with Marco, a stray cat, whupped John and George at chess, and then I stopped at a pet store where a super gorge guy works and cuddled a puppy named Maxine."

Dyson swallowed tightly, "Sounds, nice."

"It was," Kenzi nodded, "so what are we drinking?"

Tam-Tam and Bo-Bo groaned, one of the pair burping. Hale chuckled, "Irish coffee."

"Yum," the tiny Russian grinned, extracting her nearly forgotten coffee mug from her coat pocket and thunking it down on the bar-top, "Fill 'er up Trickster."

Shimming out of her coat as Trick took the mug with a shake of his head, Kenzi hopped up onto the barstool. "So Hale," she smirked at the man, "how was the rest of your morning at 'church'?"

"It was good," he grinned, "half-way through that little message and I was blissfully alone!"

Dyson shook his head playfully, "Kenz, you need to stop enabling him. It isn't healthy, for either of you." He set his hands on either of her shoulders and twisted her on the barstool to face him, squeezing gently. "Please, promise me you'll stop."

Kenzi inhaled deeply and nodded shakily, "For you," she warbled as she collapsed into his chest.

Dyson wrapped her tight, throwing Hale a dirty look in jest. "Look what you've done to her, this sweet woman, look how you've hurt her."

"Oh my god," Tamsin whined rather loudly, "would you three just jump off a cliff so a girl could get some sleep!"

"Ditto," Bo groaned.

Kenzi laughed against Dyson's chest, slowly pushing away. Reluctantly he let her go, though one arm stayed wrapped around her, resting gently on her hip as he took his own chair.

As trick set her newly filled mug before her, Kenzi smiled, "So Trick-man what's up?"

"Nothing," responded. "I simply thought it would be nice for us all to sit down and have a meal together."

"I agree," Kenzi smiled. "We never all hang out anymore. These two schmucks are always working and Burpy and Sleepy over there are on a flip schedule lately."

"Yes," Trick agreed with a deep frown as he glanced at his granddaughter.

After a meal of fruit, finger sandwiches, and absolutely adorable tarts that Kenzi had fallen in love with, Kenzi, Dyson, and Hale were sitting around a low coffee table. They had left the two hung-over fae slumped at the bar, pieces of toast half eaten.

Kenzi sat on the couch next to Dyson, leaning heavily on the man. Who could blame her he was hotter than blacktop during a heat wave. She glanced across the table at Hale, his trademark fedora spinning on a finger. "So what are two fine lawmen like yourselves doing this fine Monday afternoon," Kenzi put on a southern drawl, shaking her dark head gently for emphasis.

Dyson's rumble of a laugh seeped into her back and made her press a little further into the man.

Hale frowned, "I have to go visit my father. Apparently my sister went off and nearly married a stranger, so we're having a family meeting."

Dyson laughed, "And see I always thought that would be your situation."

"Shut up," Hale slunk a little lower in his armchair.

"What about you D-man? Run in the woods, commune with nature," Kenzi teased with a flirty smirk.

"Not quite," he patted her arm gently.

"Well," Kenzi sighed deeply, tugging lightly at the tank top that had ridden up her belly just a little too far, "I am going grocery shopping. I realized that reason the kitchen is so clean is because we don't have any food in the clubhouse."

"That would do it," Dyson chuckled. "Well you're in luck, I'll drive if you'll fend off the supermarket hussies while I shop?"

Kenzi laughed, "Didn't you just tell me to stop enabling Hale by being his beard?"

"Yes," Dyson agreed, "But I'm asking you to protect me from being taken advantage of."

"Yeah," Hale scoffed, flipping his fedora onto his head, "because that would happen."

Dyson glared at Hale who mouthed the word 'whipped' at Dyson and did the little hand gesture to go with it. Dyson, being the mature wolf of substantial years flipped him off in response before pulling Kenzi smoothly to her feet and escorting her out of The Dal.

"You know, I've always wanted to do this," Kenzi giggled as she stood on the cart, leaning back into Dyson.

He turned his head slightly to smile at her, his head resting on her shoulder and hers on his. "Not even as a child," he asked.

"Nope," she denied, "not even as a juvenile delinquent."

Dyson grinned and kept pushing the cart, Kenzi reclining comfortably against his strong chest and cradled between his arms. "So, where to first?"

"Cereal," Kenzi demanded. "Momma needs her some Honey Berry Crunch."

"Yes Ma'am," Dyson called and saluted with one hand. He was rewarded with Kenzi's laughter. The light sweet sound that reminded him of simpler times, but that was Kenzi, a simple human woman.

Monday found Kenzi and Dyson rushing around the grocery store. Kenzi squealing at every sharp corner and quick stop that Dyson exaggerated. Kenzi was laughing so hard by the time they were almost done that she could barely stay upright and one of Dyson's arms was locked around her waist keeping her locked to him.

"Oh wait," Kenzi choked out. "I need shampoo!"

"Okay," Dyson spun them around, maneuvering them into the proper aisle.

Kenzi hopped off the cart and slipped out of Dyson's grip, bending down and skimming the shelf for her favorite vanilla and cocoa butter scented shampoo. Humming happily when she tipped it into the cart, she ran her chipped nails across the rows of nail polish. She shouldn't, she wouldn't. She had, like, five tons of half used bottles shoved in a box in her closet. It didn't matter that the new metallic polish looked absolutely delish.

A hand plucked the bottle she had been lingering on from the shelf and set it in the cart. "Dyson," she sighed, reaching to grab it only to have her hand blocked. "I'm behaving, I don't need it, and you're tempting me!"

Dyson stepped closer, "Ooh, temptation. Copper metallic nail polish, it'll look so good on you."

"No," Kenzi, groaned. She tossed her head back and stomped her booted foot on the floor, the picture of frustration.

Dyson dragged her into him and said the magic words, "My treat."

"Mm," she whimpered. "That sounds so dirty and so good!"

Dyson chuckled lowly, "happy to oblige, M'Lady."

Kenzi leaned up and wrapped her arms around Dyson's neck, inhaling the woodsy scent that was all wolf-man, "You are the best!"

"Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies."
-Aristotle

A/N: Thank you to those who have reviewed. For those of you who don't know me, or my Holiday fics, here's the rundown: I write and post 1 chapter a day until Christmas. That doesn't mean you shouldn't review, I write this for you all as a gift, so return the love. I do have a job that doesn't always stick to nice hours, so hopefully I'll manage to stay on time. Love to you all, see you tomorrow!