A/N: Next chapter guys. Sorry for the long wait. At the moment (after the finale) I'm not very fond of Bo, so I guess Lost Doc is on hiatus for awhile until I can bring myself to write Bo like I thought she was. Right now I can't believe that she would anything to get Lauren back from Taft...

Chapter 5: Waking up

With a scream caught in her throat Lauren woke up. Cold sweat glistening in the dim light that shone through the curtains. Her heart was beating heavily. Was it a dream? She felt weak. A needle. An IV bottle was hanging above her head, providing her with necessary hydration.

Her stomach was wrapped in bandages. It felt tender and sore, but there was no burning sensation or any indication that an open wound was beneath it. Carefully she pulled of the bandage. No sign of the gash only a red line, that would possibly scar was visible.

So everything wasn't just a dream, a nightmare. Why? Why did her father do this? Tears were forming in her eyes. His touches were still lingering on her skin, burning, sickening her. The words he had soaken echoed in her ears, the glowing eyes boring into her. She saw the lifeless body of her brother, heard her sister screaming and felt the hot pain of a knife entering her stomach.

She brushed her hand along the rough skin. It was still raw and hurt a bit. The wound should have killed, she should be dead now. How was this possible? Was she out for longer than she thought? And where the hell was she?

She took in her surroundings. Nothing familiar. A bedroom, no real personal things. A clinic? No... was she kidnapped? Fear quickly spread in her body. She ripped out the needle. It hurt, but she didn't care. Her mother taught her better, but she used the used bandage to stop the bleeding.

„Ivy..." where was her sister? As realization hit her, panic struck her like lightning. She got up from bed, but almost fell down. Her head was spinning and dizzy from the blood loss it seemed and her legs were at best wobbly. Steadying herself on a drawer she scanned the room for any kind of weapon.

Danger, protect Ivy, get out of here... Unknowing to her, her eyes started glowing, an aura barely visible vibrating around her.

She grabbed a candelabra feeling reassured by the heavy object. This would do to defend herself, at least she hoped. The metal was cold in her hands.

She wasn't in fighting condition. Not that she ever was. Athletic, yes. A fighter? No. In one hand her makeshift weapon and the other on the wall supporting her weak body, she sneaked to the door.

There were voices outside the door. A female, a deep male and... Ivy.

Forgetting all caution she walked through the door as fast as her weakened boy allowed her to. She didn't expect to see what was unfolding in front of her. It looked like a commercial for a happy family, really disturbing, but warming her heart on the same time.

She was in a kitchen. Her sister sitting at the table, smiling, even giggling a little. A red headed woman seemed to be joking with her, a newspaper lightly holding in her left hand. At the stove stood a wide broad, muscular man with a rough beard preparing scrambled eggs. He was wearing a ridiculous apron growling in response of the red heads teasing concerning the eggs.

They were unaware of the blond standing just in a way to big t shirt and man boxers in the hallway. Who were those people? They seemed friendly and Ivy seemed to trust them. She could swear that the man was familiar. Had she seen him before somewhere? What the hell was going on?

She felt her vision become blurry. Her stomach rumbled. How long had she been out? Her knees shook and eventually stopped supporting her weight. With a loud thud she crashed to the ground, the candelabra clanked when it hit the ground, alarming the occupants in the kitchen.

In the blink of an eye the man kneeled at her side, picking her carefully up. „You are awake"

Lauren tried to escape from his grip, which was firm but on the same time gentle. „Let me go..." she begged.

„Shh... everything is ok Lauren. You are safe here. He isn't going to come to hurt you. I'm a cop, do you remember?" he hushed surprisingly gentle. A cop? She vaguely remembered. He found them. Saved them? The memory was foggy, many parts seem to be missing, but a voice told her she could trust him, that he wouldn't hurt her.

He sat her down on chair next to her sister. The little girl beamed seeing her sister and hugged her tightly. „Lori...you woke up..." The blond wrapped her arms around her sister. She was ok, Ivy was fine... Some of her tension left her.

„I.. guess... Ugh... How... How long? Who are you? Where am I and what the.. what the hell is going on?" She felt like she was thrown into a complete different world.

„I'm detective Dyson Thornwood and the red head over there..." he pointed at Rena

„I'm sergeant Rena Sawatzki. One of the good guys" she winked.

„Erm.. yeah... Well... I was the one who...who found you. You are in my apartment. I brought you here, keeping you save. You've been unconscious for 4 days... I.. I guess you must be hungry. You like eggs? Everybody likes eggs or not? What are you kids eating these days?" he started to ramble.

„4 days? Why... why are we here with you? what kind of game are you playing? One moment I have the best day of my life and just like that it turns into.. into... a nightmare. So many things I don't understand..." her voice was shaking, tears about to spill when she felt a comforting hand on her shoulder. She felt like the pain and confusion was taken from her, she was feeling warm and tingly.

„You've been through a lot. I understand that you want answers to all your questions and I promise you that we will try our best to answer them, but sweetie, please eat something first. You must be exhausted and even if he looks like a grumpy wolf who eats his food raw, he is a decent cook." she winked again earning a low growl from the detective.

Lauren nodded. As much as she craved for the truth (It was actually nagging her, like it always did when she didn't know something.) her body ached to feed. She needed food. The rest had to wait, maybe even a while longer. The idea hiding in a bubble where nothing ever happened was appealing. Confronting what she had seen, finally finding out was thrilling, but on the same time scaring her.

She turned again to her sister. „How are you Ivy? Are you hurt?" she asked concerned.

„Nah... I'm fine... Wolfie and Ren are very nice. They play with me and tell me stories..."

„Wolfie?"

„He tends to mostly tell wolf related stories and his gruff beard seemed to have reminded her of a wolf" Rena described smiling at Dyson.

Ivy seemed to be actually ok? It wasn't like she wasn't happy about that, but shouldn't the girl be more... disturbed? Sad? Showing any sign that what happened a few days ago affected her? At this moment, Lauren couldn't anticipate what Ivy actually that. She didn't know the secrets the little girl kept from her for the greater good. Had she known, things probably would have gone differently.

„Here you go, the Dyson special, kiddo. " He smiled when he sat down a plate in front of Lauren. The blond teen had to admit that it looked delicious. It was just toast with scrambled eggs and bacon, but it tasted like heaven in the almost starving ones mouth.

During the morning they chatted and talked, avoiding the big elephant in the room. The cops seemed to genuinely nice and caring, though Dyson seemed rough there was a soft spot she could see.

They sat down in the living room, Dyson bringing some „coco moo" he called it with him. Ivy was in the room next door taking a nap. This was the moment of truth Lauren knew. She was nervously fidgeting with the cushion on the couch. Rena sat down beside her and again her distress seemed to ease away. It was actually strange.

„So..." Lauren said not really knowing where to start.

„What we are going to tell you might sound... crazy, impossible, supernatural, but you will see that everything will fall into place when we finish. I want you to listen carefully. It will be much to take in at once, but I'm sure that you will understand..."

„Allright... Now I'm scared..."

„Don't be. Just listen."

Lauren gulped her mind was buzzing with information. „So... you are... you are telling me that there is a.. a whole different world with... with fairies and gobblins and trolls? Magic... A different race of... of people? People who FEED on humans? That my father fed on me and is... is... Fae? That... That's quite a lot... So you say that I'm human? A plain human?" Dyson nodded remembering what trick told him: Don't tell her. She has to be kept save. When she finds out, she has to be the one to discover it herself or we are jeopardizing her heritage.

Lauren was nervously running her fingers through her hair. Curling lonely strands around her finger.

„You two are Fae?" Dyson nodded again.

The blond needed some fresh air, needed time to think, but she knew that the detectives won't let her taking a stroll just like that. As surreal and strange their story seemed, she trusted them. Ivy would be save when she was sneaking out for a hour or so.

„I... want to lie down for a bit if that's ok... I need to... to figure this out. I will have a lot of questions, but I'm just exhausted..."

„Of course sweetie. Take as much time as you need. You can always ask us if you have something on your heart." Rena smiled at her understandingly. She wondered what kind of power the red headed detective was harboring. She never met someone with such a calming personality.

„Erm... thanks. I'll be quiet... Don't want to wake up Ivy."

The air was cold, but was calming down her hot head. She tried to grasp what was happening. Her brain managed the flood of information surprisingly good and she was already starting to get a clear picture sorting everything out. She had always been an incredibly fast learner and had never any problem recalling even the tiniest and useless information. She sometimes wondered about this talent. Even her father seemed impressed by her from time to time..

Her mind was wandering. She didn't know where she was going and she didn't really care. Kicking a stone absentminded she walked along the streets she felt at home.

She only recognized where her feet were subconsciously dragging her when she came to a stop in front of door. Bo's door. Why was she here? She didn't know this girl. She probably had already forgotten her. They were stranger who spent a wonderful day together but nothing more. They weren't friends, but something pulled her near. It was like something was calling for her.

She was about to turn around and go back, not wanting to worry Dyson or Rena, but then decided against it. This time she wouldn't be coward hiding behind her fears.

Self consciously she rang the door bell. Nobody opened. She rang again.

Of course she isn't home dumbass. What did you expect? That she was waiting for you?"

The moment she wanted to turn on her heels, the door opened. A Bo only wearing a bathrobe opened her door, drying her hair with a towel.

„Sorry that I took so long I just took a shower.." the brunette smiled apologetically.

Lauren blushed. Damn that girl was beautiful even, or especially when she just got out of the shower. She supresed every inappropriate thought, this wasn't the time.

„It's ok.. I shouldn't be coming here uninvited... I better go..." she turned around, ready to leave, when she felt a hand holding her wrist pulling her inside.

„You are always welcome her Lauren. Come, I make us something to drink."

Lauren just nodded and followed Bo in the kitchen. The whole house smelled like Bo. She thought she was getting lost in that scent. How could this girl affect her so much.

„I... I heard... People talk... You know... I... I'm sorry..." Bo was rambling.

Lauren looked into Bo's sincere and honest eyes. She wasn't just saying this, she meant it. Bo saying it, made things real, made her recall what happened days ago the floodgate opened and her emotions swept her away like a tsunami. Tears started welling in her eyes and before she know she jumped into the warm arms of Bo., bathing in her presence and just let go. She was clinging to the other girl, sobbing, wetting her robe, not caring what the other might think. The brunette was holding her tightly, softly stroking her back and her.

Her pent up feelings were surfacing and just for once she allowed herself to weak, because she felt safe. Safe in Bo's arms.