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)

21 December, 2013

"Dyson, my man," Hale exclaimed as they sat at the bar, "I don't know how to thank you!"

Dyson nodded tightly, "No problem, 'tis the season, after all."

Hale hooked his hands on the lapels of his suit and straightened the jacket. "This is…this is awesome, man."

"Ah, you may as well have some fun," the wolf told the siren.

Said siren bent his knees as he twisted with excitement, "But twins, I can't believe this."

"Save the excitement for later," Dyson reminded his partner humorously.

Hale stopped short as he paced, "Hey, I have never had a that problem before."

"There's always a first for everything," Dyson commented offhandedly.

The other man glared at him, "And how are you things with you and Lil' Momma?"

"They're good," Dyson straightened slightly.

"Come on," Hale complained, "you can't just say that."

The curly haired man leaned back in his chair, "It's the truth."

And it was. Things had been progressing with Kenzi. She seemed happier with each day that passed. Things felt natural at the very least. While Dyson did have almost all the time in the world and he did want to be with Kenzi, there wasn't particularly any rush to the way things had been going. They felt natural. Although, Dyson did have to consider that he had been close friends with Kenzi for several years. That bond had, he supposed, advanced their relationship more than any number of dates or gifts could ever have.

When Dyson was just a young cub, he had believed that romance was and had to be a blazing inferno. With age he had realized, through watching others that those relationships and marriages very quickly fell apart. As he learned, his interests and priorities had changed. But then, that was true of nearly everyone. Dyson was looking for permanency, someone who he could settle down with. He had spent fifteen-hundred years more or less alone, it was past time.

Kenzi looked to be what he needed. She was stronger than anyone he had ever met, she had more heart, and she could match him move for move. Things were not simply 'good', they were wonderful, excellent, miraculous, even. Dyson was almost waiting for the other shoe to drop things were so great. That had yet to happen. He had thought the other shoe had dropped when Kenzi had frozen under the tree, but he had to remind himself that Kenzi wasn't aware of his long struggle. She had believed for a very long time that he was in love with Bo. That had been a very difficult problem to solve. In the end the truth seemed to be the most beneficial.

"Dyson," Bo appeared before as if summoned by his thoughts, "can we talk for a minute."

"Of course," he responded carefully.

Hale swallowed, his ebullience dampened for the moment, "I'm going to go…over there."

Dyson's muscles tightened in anticipation of one more Bo-sized blowout.

She sat down beside Dyson, "So you and Kenzi?"

He only nodded.

"You love her," Bo asked, expecting Dyson's tight-lipped responses.

"I do."

Her face paled a little, "Why now, when did you start loving her?"

"I think I always cared for her more than I should have as a friend," Dyson admitted. Bo deserved some answers after everything he supposed. "As for the timing, I guess I just got tired of waiting and watching her."

"Even when you were with me," Bo asked for confirmation.

"Bo," Dyson clenched his hand into a fist, "I care for you, I just don't love you like you deserve to be."

She nodded slowly, "Okay. Just promise me something."

Dyson looked at her in surprise. He had been expecting something more explosive, angry. "What?"

"Don't hurt her," Bo told him quietly. "She's the most important person in my life, and I don't think I could handle of this without her."

"I promise," Dyson gave his word quickly, he had already sworn to himself to protect Kenzi come hell or high water. "So, we're good?"

"I don't about good," Bo shrugged, "but I'd say we're friends." The succubus held her hand out for Dyson to grip. This was a step in the right direction.

"Works for me," the wolf said with a smile. "So you and Tamsin seemed to be getting closer."

"She's actually pretty cool, for a cop," Bo laughed.

"Former," Dyson corrected.

Bo shrugged, "May be why she's so much fun. We're planning a drunken caroling fest, want to join in?"

Dyson shook his head, "Someone needs to bail you out when you both get arrested. Kenzi and I will handle that, but feel free to drag Hale along."

Bo smirked, "He's Tamsin's new whipping boy. She actually made him her footrest the other day."

"During game night," Dyson asked covering a laugh.

"No," Bo shrugged, "we ran into him at lunch one day. He really didn't have any way to fight."

Dyson could only glance over at his friend, "Well he's a big boy."

Bo set her chin on her hand and leaned on the counter, "I almost feel sorry for the guy."

"Almost," Dyson agreed, "but not really."

"What did you do," Bo asked suspiciously.

"Nothing," Dyson smiled innocently.

"Right," Bo shook her head, "well I'm going to run and avoid the fallout from whatever you've done."

"Night," Dyson called over his shoulder as Bo left him for the great unknown.

Kenzi had been out and about all day running errands, collecting presents, and maybe pulling a few cons. After stopping at the Clubhouse and dropping off her haul and removing her costume, Dyson had called and practically demanded that she hurry over to the Dal for a night at their favorite watering hole.

After a little grumbling and playful arguing, Kenzi had finally agreed when Dyson had told him if she didn't she would miss the best worst-date in the history of the universe. Kenzi never could resist a best-worst. It was like asking if she liked drunken charades. It was an obvious answer. Who didn't love drunken charades? It was just about the most amusing thing you could do.

When she did deign to grace Dyson with her presence, he had eagerly kissed her and helped her into her seat, one eye across the bar on Hale.

"I feel loved," Kenzi huffed teasingly at the hurried attention.

Dyson patted her knee but didn't respond or turn to face her. He had much more important things to watch at the moment. What he didn't see was Kenzi getting more and more annoyed. And it was not a playful annoyance. With a sly hand, Kenzi reached up to Dyson's neck and with a quick jerk tugged the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

He grunted in pain and his head moved to face a not so happy Kenzi. She glared at him, "You insist I come down here and then you ignore me. Awesome! Exactly what I wanted to do tonight." She spun around on her stool and with one finger ordered a beer.

Dyson sighed. Somehow he had managed to screw up. "I'm sorry, Kenz."

"Don't really want to hear it," she informed him as she popped a pretzel from the bowl on the bar into her mouth.

He set a hand on her lower back, slowly stroking her skin in a soothing manner, "I'm really sorry."

"Uh-huh," Kenzi ignored him and took a huge of gulp of beer that trick set in front of her.

"I'm sorry I ignored you," Dyson told her slowly, "that was wrong of me, I just didn't want to miss anything."

Okay, maybe she was overreacting. It wasn't like he had done something really terrible, like ignored her in favor of another woman, or tried to eat her, or sell her, or trade her for a car… Sighing, Kenzi turned to face the genuinely sorry man, "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have snapped, but you in my defense, a girl kind of likes to be looked in the eyes when she's out with her…wolf-man friend?"

Dyson nodded, lifting her chin so he could do precisely that, "You look beautiful, and I think calling me your boyfriend might be just enough."

"So much for creativity," Kenzi shrugged. "So what exactly is going to be the best worst-date?"

"I owed Hale a little payback," Dyson told her with a smile. "So I set him up with a few friends."

"Plural," Kenzi asked intrigued, a curious smile playing on her pink lips.

"Twins," Dyson clarified tipping his head to the other side of the Dal where Hale was sitting rather impatiently at a booth.

The siren shot to his feet as two very tall, very leggy redheads stepped into the Dal. Kenzi raised an eyebrow, "Friends?"

"Just friends," Dyson said with a smile. "Trust me."

Kenzi tipped her head to lean against Dyson, "Okay."

The pair watched as Hale nearly tripped over his own feet in an attempt to meet the twin redheads at the door. He failed, but managed to recover so that he was at least semi-composed when the two smiling women stopped before him. Over the other noise in the Dal, neither Kenzi nor Dyson could hear what was going on, but that didn't, on the whole, matter.

Both of members of the audience could clearly see Hale's trademark half-chuckle half-smirk. He extended his arms to the two ladies and led them to the booth. Hale, while not short, was significantly shorter than the twins.

"This is good," Kenzi informed Dyson, "but I wouldn't say it's the best-worst."

Dyson slid his hand into hers, lacing their fingers and squeezing gently. "Give it a chance."

"Fine," Kenzi sighed, drinking her beer and curling a little closer to Dyson.

The date continued, drinks arriving, hands wandered mischievously, and Hale looked like the tomcat that got the pussycat. That however was short lived as a game of pool began and Hale became the twins' plaything. Kenzi had always been a fan of being 'taught' how to do something, any sort of body pressing against body all in the disguise of teaching was titillating. She certainly wasn't alone in that thought. It was, after all, a very popular ploy. Hale, however had just learned that, perhaps, he didn't like it quite so much as he had. He had bent over to take his shot only to find one of the twins plastered to his back.

Kenzi watched as Hale's face went droopy. Dyson coughed softly, choking back a fit of laughter. "What," Kenzi asked eagerly.

Dyson tugged Kenzi closer, "Let's just say Hale just got a very unexpected surprise."

A frown tugged at Kenzi's face, her mind spinning furiously trying to figure out the joke. She watched the twins carefully. Their mannerisms, their quirks…and then it hit her. "Drag queens," Kenzi blurted out in amazement. "You set Hale up with drag queens?"

"Possibly," Dyson told her.

"Oh," Kenzi exhaled in the pure hilarity. "We have to go, now, before Hale manages to escapes and comes over here to kill you."

Dyson stood up with a nod, "Not a bad idea."

Kenzi and Dyson had spent the ride back to his place in near tears at Hale's expense. They had tossed a variety of possible endings back and forth. The winner of the 'what-if' game was Hale being tag-teamed with no escape possible. They had ultimately decided that Hale deserved what he got. Hale really needed to learn the consequences of his actions.

When they arrived, Kenzi could only smile as Dyson pressed a silver, two-handled, cup covered in Celtic etchings into her hands. It was absolutely filled with varying shades of purple and white calla-lilies. She supposed it was an odd vase, but Dyson wasn't exactly the vase type of guy.

"Thank you," she inhaled the sweet scent of the flowers. "You're so sweet."

Dyson took the cup of flowers from her, setting them on the table, and pulled her into the circle of his arms. "I love you Kenzi."

"Love you too," she rose onto her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips, her fingers drifting to the buttons of his shirt. The utter surprise of the flowers had reignited her blood. She had never felt this way about a man before, but then again, she had never been with a man like Dyson. Someone who cared so much. Someone who did little things to make her smile just because he could.

For Kenzi, there really was no one else but Dyson.

Hi hand slid under her shirt, sliding along the bare skin of her spine. She pulled back and tugged him towards the couch, "Wanna fool around?"

Her question startled a bark of a laugh from Dyson, but he followed her, tumbling on top of her, hands and mouth eagerly taking of the task at hand.

"When I was one-and-twenty / I heard a wise man say, / `Give crowns and pounds and guineas / But not your heart away.'"

- A. E. Housman quotes

A/N: 21/25. I thought it was about time that Bo and Dyson talked. I hate drama. So it had to happen. Hale just can't seem to catch a break, well, perhaps Christmas eve will be kinder…but then again I don't really have much control over that. On another note, on my first day of holiday I went Ice Skating at a local rink. I only fell twice, and only once was on me. It was a lot of fun, but now I'm a little sore. I hope you all had a nice Saturday! Thanks for all the love, and I'll see you all tomorrow. Ta!