This story is moving along famously. Thanks for the continued support! Oh, and one more thing, I only write this for the fun, so Lost Girl isn't mine. =]

Chapter 3

Dyson sat in complete shock at the words the Valkyrie had thrown at him. He wasn't quite used to her bitchiness being back full throttle yet and it threw him for a loop. He sat in his chair, weighing out his options in his mind on how to proceed with the situation that was developing. Trick had been quietly listening to the entire thing in his own chair and realized that Tamsin had been quite harsh on Dyson. He looked over and saw the wolf deep in thought, he then decided to talk to him about it.

"Dyson, I know Tamsin had no right to snap at you like that, but I doubt she meant it as tersely as it sounded. She is seemingly back to her old ways again and I think it has a lot to do with whatever they put her through while she was in Valhalla. We can only try to imagine how difficult it is on a Valkyrie to deliver a soul to Valhalla and, on top of that, she was questioned by the high elders there which probably wasn't all sincerities." Trick had a slightly worried look on his face by the time he concluded speaking.

Dyson looked up at Trick slowly, "I know Trick. It's just been a long and difficult time. Now that Tamsin is back, after everything she said, and what she didn't say; there is just so much we have to figure out. Bo will not stop until Kenzi is back here and I know she will give up anything for that purpose. We have to help however we can, but I think it may be time to realize that Tamsin is really the only one that can help us all at this point."

Trick got a more serious look on his face as he spoke up again, "Things are starting to accelerate much quicker than I would have liked. It may be true that Tamsin is our best hope for bringing Kenzi back, but we still have to worry about Bo and the effect her father will have over her. There are so many aspects of this that are uncertain, but we must continue to do all that we can to ensure the good of everyone. I honestly believe that Bo will do the right thing, she has grown a lot in the last few years and become a woman I am proud of beyond measure. The best we can do right at this moment is have faith in that."

Dyson nodded his head in agreement and got up to leave. He gave Trick a small smile and headed for the stairs. Trick returned the smile and turned to start digging in his books for more answers.

After leaving the Dal, Dyson decided to go talk to Tamsin in hopes of figuring out more about what she had said and learning more about what she had kept to herself. He pulled up outside her apartment building and made his way to the front door. He used the ride in between to gather his thoughts so decided to go straight to knocking. Knock, Knock, Knock. There was a slight rustle from behind the door and then very quiet footsteps as he heard her mumble under her breathe "…damn succubus back already…"

Upon hearing that, Dyson shifted his posture into a more attack-like stance and instantly found himself wondering why Tamsin would have assumed that he was Bo. As the door opened, he stood there trying to recollect his thoughts.

Tamsin's face did a one second jump from shock to her solid exterior. She then proceeded to speak after plastering her signature smirk onto her features, "Well, well, if it isn't the wolf pup. How about you start by telling me why you are interrupting my peace."

Dyson took a second longer than necessary before responding, he glared into her eyes, "Tamsin, we really need to talk. Can you just let me in?"

Instead of saying anything, Tamsin simply stepped slightly to the side to allow Dyson to enter. He walked in cautiously and made his way to the one sofa in her apartment. She closed the door, more firmly than needed, and made her way over to sit on the couch that Bo had been on not thirty minutes earlier. Her smirk grew slightly wider at that realization and she sat there waiting for the wolf to speak his mind.

Once they both situated, Dyson looked up to meet Tamsin's gaze and began, "Look, we both know there is a lot that has gone down and even more on the way. I need to know with one hundred percent certainty that you are on our side in all this."

Tamsin's appearance quickly became more serious, and slightly angered, as she spoke, "How can you even ask me that now? Have I not BEEN on your side for a long time now? Doubting my allegiance to the cause isn't going to get Kenzi back here any quicker. Why are you suddenly worried about me being against you and the gang?"

Dyson softened his appearance as he spoke back, "I'm sorry, Tamsin. I know that this isn't helping anything. I just heard you mumble something about Bo under your breath while I was standing at the door and it made me defens-"

Tamsin abruptly cut Dyson off, "Woah there pup, slow your roll. I have no means of anything other than making sure everyone stays alive long enough to finish this shit. I am not about to mess with the "Bo of Our Lives" drama that you and Lauren are featured in. I am here for the fight, get it right." Tamsin smiled to herself for the unintended rhyme and then the sternness prior to that slip-up returned.

Dyson gather himself and responded, "To be honest, I am over it myself. I made a promise to someone a long time ago and it is about time I held to it. It is time I let Bo go. I guess when you lose someone it makes you remember things and think about how you want to live your life. In order for me and Bo both to be happy with ours, I need to accept that we are friends, even though she does hold my wolf. It is time to move on, for her sake, as much as my own."

Tamsin realized that she had somehow been drawn into a mushier conversation than she originally thought and wanted. She decided it was time to quickly change the subject, "So why exactly did you come here again?"

Dyson shook his head to clear his thoughts, "I just wanted to clear up some things about how you intend on getting Kenzi back. We need to make a more legitimate plan."

Tamsin rolled her eyes, "Oh joy…"

Back at the Dal, Bo has managed to make her way inside and head down the steps to Trick's den. As she walked through the door to enter, Trick looked up from his reading and greeted her, "Hello, Bo. I wasn't expecting to see you so soon, how are you feeling?"

Bo did a two second argument inside her head about what exactly to tell Trick and where she wanted the conversation to go, "I am doing alright, just a little confused about everything. I need to talk to you about something."

"Anything, what can I help you with today?" Trick smiled as he responded.

"Well, recent events have brought to light the fact that I am blacking out for time periods and am not able to remember what happens in said times. I am not one hundred percent sure what is causing it, but I have an idea. Any thoughts of your own?"

Trick's face grew weary, "Bo, there is a lot of unknowns when it comes to you specifically. This unfortunately sounds like something that is being caused by your father. Now that we know Odin is determined to get control of you, he is probably going to turn up the heat on us by trying to elevate that control. If you are blacking out, it is most likely due to him in some way. How do you know you blacked out instead of just passing out?"

"Tamsin. She found me in the middle of a fight last night with some pretty nasty faes. Some "J" thing… Anyway, when I woke up and we were talking, I had a flashback of sorts to the fight and remember feeling lost in a darkness that I couldn't escape. How do I fight this? I can't go around blacking out at random. How would he be able to gain control?" Bo's face held a look of frustration.

"There are certain triggers that can help your father gain control easier. When you give in to the darkness that lays within you from him, in any way, it gives him a key to unlock the darkness there and use it to his benefit. What were you doing before you blacked out? Do you remember how you were feeling or anything that could help us determine what caused that black out?"

"I was taking a walk to clear my head. I was thinking about Kenzi and how to get her back. Lots of things were on my mind, I was getting slightly more angry about everything. That's all I remember before the darkness."

"Anger could easily be a key for him. Anger is a very dark emotion at its root, Bo. It is very likely that is how he gained the upper hand on your own conscious mind to take over. For the record, it is not necessarily he, himself that is in control. It is still you, just the side of you that you don't let out. His part of you, so to speak. You need to be careful to avoid letting your emotions fly out of control so that he won't have a way to use them against you. That is the only way to keep him from making you blackout again."

"Great, so don't get angry or upset about anything. That is gonna be so easy. Thanks." Bo rolled her eyes slightly at the fact. She started to get up to leave.

Trick saw Bo beginning to head out and figured he should add, "And Bo, be careful. If this is all happening this quickly, it is only going to get worse. Keep yourself in check."

Bo nodded and headed out the door.

Dyson lowered his head into his hands momentarily before regaining his previous posture and continuing, "So, you know where Kenzi is being held and how to get there. You left out details of what it is like in there. We need to know guard rotations, blueprints, the kind of cell or bonds she is held in, exactly what Odin is capable of, what his guards are-"

Tamsin cracked her neck before interrupting Dyson's rant, "Okay. I get it. You want details. Some of which I do know, others I don't. I know enough to get us in and to Kenzi. The rest is up to the wonderful imagination."

"Let's start with what you do know."

"Well, she is being held in A-" Tamsin was interrupted by the sound of glass breaking in her bathroom. She immediately turned her head, as did Dyson.

They were both staring directly at the bathroom door as it burst open and four Maero came crashing in.

"Shit, Dyson, they are Maero!" Tamsin sprung from the couch in a fighting stance.

Dyson followed suit and was up in a blink, his eyes yellow and wolf emerging. "How do we kill them?"

Tamsin kept her eyes on the enemy as shadows began to take over her face, "We don't," was all she said before focusing all her power on casting doubt towards the group.

Dyson had never seen Tamsin use her powers in such force and her face was much darker than he remembered. He registered this quickly before taking one of the Maero and slinging him across the room, back into the bathroom he came from. He growled before pursuing it and the battle began.

Tamsin on the other hand, took a different approach now that Dyson wasn't able to see her. Her wings shot out from her back and her eyes went even darker. She held the gaze of the other three Maero and had only one thought go through her mind. Die. All three of them immediately fell to the ground. She let the shadows fade as she brought her wings back in. She winced very slightly from the pain and headed to the bathroom to make sure Dyson was alright.

Dyson had successfully ripped the other Maero to shreds and was in the process of trying to find something to set it on fire. Assuming that it would be best to go the full hundred yards in this case, Tamsin gave him a box of matches from the drawer and walked into the kitchen area to grab them both a bottle of water.

It had been a very long time since she used her power in such a way. Letting the Valkyrie within her loose is dangerous, as she knew well. However, it seemed to take less out of her than it would have previously, which made her mind start to wonder why. Dyson walked into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of water she handed him. They sat there, both deep in their thoughts, trying to figure out what just happened, and why.