She recalled that day clearly no matter how many years had passed. The bitch of it all was she couldn't remember what he looked like anymore. Everything else in her memory was clear but his face remained a blur. Maybe it was a blessing.

She had been such a curious, warm and naive girl. She hardly knew him, but she had fallen for him and that was enough for both of them at the time. She was foolish to believe he'd make it out alive. He would have died sooner or later, especially being a warrior. She didn't expect he'd die by his own hand. He disguised himself and broke in to the camp where they held her. The sword was magnificent. Swirling and slicing effortlessly and silently. It would be a few hours until sunrise. As they escaped, he held her and she could feel herself on the brink of death. He found a crude shelter, one far from the battlefield for her. She knew she was becoming to a mortal because of him but she wanted to be mortal. What good was immortality without him?

Come back to me.

He kissed her deeply and held her head in his hands.

I'll always be with you, Elsie.

She died inside the second the last syllable of her name flowed from his lips. She wanted to believe he'd be back. He tried to comfort her with a lie. It was easier to comfort herself with a lie. In her heart she knew that would be the last time she'd ever see him.

It was because of Odin that she lived. He was fond of her and treated her as though she were his daughter. Freyja wanted to make an example of her and let her live out a mortal life and she would have agreed with Freyja had Elrik lived. Odin refused to let her die and she was exiled for decades. It took her these decades to heal physically. It hurt to recall his name. She hadn't dared speak it. She told herself she had forgotten his name, forgotten everything. It was a silly girl's infatuation, she'd reiterate to herself.

Years later, after painstaking and covert research Tamsin discovered where he died. She sneaked back to find his last resting place. A crypt had been erected in memory of the fallen heroes. Age had covered the crypt, vines snaked around the door, almost enclosing the entrance entirely. She remembered staring hard at the sculpture, livid at the fact that his name did not appear on the list of honoured heroes. He deserved at least that much.

Tamsin stood for quite some time, wishing he'd suddenly appear behind her and tell her somehow he survived. She remembered the smell of the dirt, the dampness of it as it stuck to her fingers while her shovel hit the grounds beside it. She returned over the next several months, excavating the site on her own until she finally found a piece of his armour. She held up the eroded scrap. The emblem on the side was his family crest. It was barely distinguishable, but she was certain. She kept digging and found his remains. She let the tears fall freely, crashing to the dirt. All her anger flooded back at once. There was no mistaking it was him. His scraps of armour were still on him. He had collapsed face down, and when she turned his body around she saw a glint of light coming from the hole in his armour. She dug it out and discovered it was a shard from her sword.

She had made the sword to become whatever he needed and the last thing he asked from the sword was for it to kill him. After he died, the sword had no master. It hadn't trusted to anyone else save him. Moreover, she hadn't trusted it to anyone else. As far as the rest of the fae and Odin knew, the sword was destroyed. It was one small victory to her. She plucked it up and held it in her hands. It was still sizable, good enough to become a blade. She collected him and placed him in the crypt. With the blade, she carved crude but deep marks in to the side, at the top of the list,

ELRIK EINARRSON

She took a moment to admire her work and walked away. The less she thought about him, the stronger she became. From then on she had kept everyone at a distance. She was convinced the rest of her had died with him. Warmth crept back in to her. Half of her resented it, the other half wanted to seize it all. She was always on the edge of losing her mind around Bo and it simultaneously excited and terrified her. Bo was in danger because of her.
"It was a long time ago. After it happened, they put me on probation. Had "good behaviour" for years, tried to convince them I learned my lesson. I did my job and I was the best. I waited it out. Finally went back and found him and this shard. Figured it would come in handy some day. That girl I was before was gone and I became...Well, Me." Tamsin recounted.

Bo listened intently, wanting to find out more, hoping for more clues as to who Tamsin was. She such a puzzling and frustrating person sometimes. She always left her hanging.

"From then on I pledged myself to my clan and duties, tried to make life easier for myself by getting away from my old life." Tamsin shrugged it off.

She glanced at Bo, who was wide-eyed, hanging on every word.

"Are you..crying?" Tamsin asked, failing to mask her horror.

"No-" Bo started to say before the words got stuck in her throat. Her eyes were filled to the brim with tears on the brink of falling. She tried to take a deep breath to calm herself but only succeeded in taking in short sharp breaths. Her jaw felt sore and her cheeks felt hot. The more she tried to fight a meltdown, the more it fought to surface.

"I'm sorry, it's just..you loved him and when two people love each other they should be together. They-They need to be together! W..wh why can't they just.. Nothing should keep them apart-"

"Bo?" Tamsin grasped Bo's shoulder. Bo sobbed uncontrollably.

"They.. Th th They shouldn't be apart-"

"We're not talking about me anymore, are we." Tamsin hugged Bo. She shook from sobbing and Tamsin held her tighter.

A part of Tamsin felt elated that things were over between the doctor and Bo. She didn't allow herself to believe that for more than a brief moment. The other part of her reprimanded herself for being happy Bo wasn't with the doctor. It was painful to see Bo in crippling pain. Things would never really be over between Bo and the doctor or the wolfman. She had no chance in hell. How could anyone let her go?

Tamsin gently kissed the crown of Bo's head and murmured,

"For what it's worth, I don't think she'll ever really stop loving you."

"Thanks," Bo said, wiping her eyes.

"What Evony said, the whole chosen warrior thing-" Bo asked,

"Don't fuss over it, Succulette."

"Betting on me is risky, I thought you weren't a gambling woman," Bo sniffled through a meek smile.

"It's not a bet- Call it... an investment."

They walked a bit further and Tamsin pulled a key from her breast pocket. Tamsin opened a container. It creaked and echoed as she stepped inside. Bo stood outside.

"Cosy," she chirped.
"Your chariot awaits," Tamsin replied.

Tamsin tapped her foot several times in a pattern on the corner of the floor.

"What are you d-"

The floor started to sink and Bo lost her footing for a second. Tamsin put her arm around Bo.

"Arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times, Babe."

They landed with a soft lurch. Tamsin stepped off the platform, typed in a key code and released a lever. Bo scanned the area.

"I didn't know you were also Bruce Wayne. Anything else you want to let me in on?"

"Where's the fun in baring it all at once?" Tamsin slyly replied.