Disclaimer: Lost Girl belongs to Showcase or SYFY and I am only playing in their universe.

A/N: You are just the greatest bunch of reviewers! Love the comments. Thanks to all you readers out there too! Okay had to do it, here is a little history on Bo. There must be a reason our girl has left her friends high and dry. Not pretty - mental abuse - even got mad when I wrote it….Lauren will be in the next chapter.

As Dyson left the shack he changed his mind and headed to the Dahl first. He wanted to check in with Hale before he returned to the shack and he might be able to catch a down time before the late night crowd arrived. As the wolf shifter entered the pub he heard a familiar voice, "My man," said the bar keep with a big smile on his face. Hale reached over and pulled a bottle from shelves behind the bar and had the shot ready before his old partner could get seated. "I owe you one for the two little guys you sent over, best dishwashers I have ever seen."

"Did you make the deal we talked about?" asked Dyson as held the shot glass out for another hit.

Hale poured the shot and laughed, "Yep good to go. They agreed not to mention there little run in with you in exchange for room and board for a month. I tell you they keep up the good work and they are on the books for good. What I want to know is who's the hot babe you brought with you and why didn't you send her of with the goblins? Then there's something about a large cat person, but I think I lost some important information along the way to understand that one?"

Dyson shot his old partner a sharp look. Hale held up his hands, "Whoa Dyson, the deal was that the goblins couldn't tell anyone else what happened, but I am not just anyone now am I. I am figuring the hot babe who carries a baseball bat was Kenzi? I am glad you found her."

Dyson growled his irritation and looked around to see who might be taking in their conversation. No one was nearby but the place was far from empty. Dyson rumbled, "No comment here, come by the shack tomorrow. Call me first. Trust me you don't want to just walk in the place. Thanks for the drink, but I am off to see the Ash. I'm out Trick's back door."

"Okay partner, I don't know what's up but I will be talking to you." Hale mumbled to himself as he watched Dyson head to the backroom.

"I know that she is my granddaughter, Dyson." Trick was sounding more blood king than friend to Dyson and that did not make him happy. He had headed straight for the light fae compound after he left the Dahl. The plan was to tell Trick everything but Dyson was blindsided by the man's attitude. "I have responsibilities beyond my family now, you know that. I can't just go charging into the man's home and demand to see someone who so clearly does not want to see me." Trick said with a very authoritarian tone. As late as it was, the man was still working, sitting at his desk signing papers and directing assistants to and from the office on various tasks.

"She is not well, I tell you. That…man… as you call him has done something to Bo. Give me one good reason why she wouldn't agree to see you. Think about it Trick. For two years she had been held captive by him and you have done nothing to…." Dyson growled harshly.

"You remember your place wolf!" Trick barked back. The former bar keep looked around quickly and said more quietly, "I am working on something and have people within the dark camp working with me, but it must be within the laws of our people. My hands are tied as the Ash. You cannot press me anymore on this Dyson. I have already given you leave to find Kenzi."

Trick looked hopefully at his friend and caught the grin that touched Dyson's lips. Before anything was shared aloud an assistant rushed up with an arm full of papers. Trick sat up straight and hardened his featured, "I want a full report when and if you ever have something useful to share." he said in a demanding tone. Dyson watched Trick's eyes quickly flick to the assistant who was obviously listening in. With a slight bow to Trick, Dyson turned to leave and froze on the spot. A low rumbling growl left his lips and he backed up to stand in front of his Ash.

"Oh unclamp the cheeks and let the knickers loose Dyson. I am here on business." Vex snorted. "You know Ash to Morrigan stuff. Important stuff." He waved his hand as to dismiss the man.

"My court Vex, I do the dismissing." said Trick with a shake of his head. "What can I do for the leader of the dark fae?" Vex looked at Dyson. With a sigh Trick said, "Dyson please stand down." With a snarl Dyson took a more relaxed pose.

Vex laughed, "There you go. Now move your hips a bit and let some air circulate around the …."

"Vex!" said Trick in warning.

"Alright just having a bit of fun," Vex's eyes twinkled. The goth leader of the dark fae then cleared his throat and did his best to become serious. "Ash of the Light, I extend an invitation to you and your court to celebrate La Shoshain at Carpe Noctem. An olive branch, if you will, between our two sides on a day to honor your little treaty establishing peace between all types of fae in the setting of my extraordinary club." Dyson growled low and Vex said, "What? The cover charge will be significantly lower than normal for the event."

"I will accept Morrigan of the Dark." said Trick formally pulling Vex's attention away from Dyson. "If you assure me that your court will be well represented. It is only two days away. La Shoshain is a day for all fae it would look bad if there was not representation from both sides."

"Everyone who is anyone will be there Pops." Tamsin's drawl drifted in from the door to the hall. She gave small nod to the men in the room. "I have it on good authority that even the Wanderer and his daughter will be attending as guests of honor. I believe it is a little show for the masses before your little granddaughter goes all dark."

"Pumpkin, I told you to stay in the car and let me handle this." Vex said through a grimace of a smile. She raised an eyebrow and then rolled her eyes at him as he marched towards her and the door. Dyson had to bite his lip not to laugh. Right before Vex got to Tamsin he turned. "Oh yeah, it's a costume theme thing, leather theme of course, and besides it goes with that damn song the bastard plays all the time. "I'm a wanderer and I wander around" what the hell kinda lyrics are…." Tamsin smacked him in the back of the head. He snarled at her and then smiled back to the front of the room, "Laters Ashy and Pup."

Trick watched as the dark fae couple left, then acknowledged Dyson who was smiling broadly. The man bowed again to Trick and left in a hurry. The acting Ash sighed to himself. Who would have ever thought that he would be plotting with the Morrigan of the Dark to stop a rebellion on the side of the dark fae and at the same time trying to save his granddaughter whether she wanted it or not.

He had agreed to take over as acting Ash in part to help Bo, but she had flat out refused to even acknowledge him or his offer of help. If he could have he would done as Dyson suggested, taken her back by force, but it would have played right into this Wanderer's hands. He was a devious being and had tied both his and Vex's hands with fae law. Bo seemed to be with the man willingly and she was allowing herself to be used as a pawn in the Wanderer's plot to take over the fae. "Why won't she fight back?" he thought for thousandth time.

TWO YEARS AGO

Tamsin had finally played her cards and the fight Bo knew was coming was on. Whatever druid spell Tamsin had tried to use on her failed and it was purely valkyrie verses succubus. The fight really didn't take all that long, Tamsin was too weak to even come close to taking Bo one on one, and let's face it the valkyrie's heart was not in it. They had split up to try to find their friends and Taft. Mostly Bo needed to try to find Lauren.

Bo ran through the compound but it was deserted. She searched everywhere for Lauren, but she had seen it in her lover's eyes the last time they talked. The woman had the look of utter defeat and panic, she was going to run. Bo, herself, had a history with that same set of emotions and how running felt like the only option.

Making it to Taft's office she expected to find her mother in the care of a capture fae but instead the woman was dead on the ground and her mother was gone. Rolling the woman over Bo cringed at the telltale signs of her mother's kill. "Damn it!" she cried. Jumping to her feet she made one last pass through the lab. It had been destroyed; someone had done a fine job of wrecking the place. Medical equipment was strewn everywhere, some of it even looked used. The computer screens were all flashing blue screens or error messages. "Lauren!" she yelled more from frustration than anything. The woman's "I loved you," seemed to hang in the air. Bo knew that Lauren still had feelings for her no matter what she had said. "I will find you, Lauren Lewis, I swear it." said Bo with a biting growl and blue eyes. There was such conviction to the words they almost etched the air around her. Bo forced herself to be calm. She left her thoughts of Lauren and ran to find Kenzi and Trick.

Making it to the Dahl, she found the place deserted. She called for Kenzi but there was no response. The radio kicked on, "Yeah I'm the wanderer, Yeah, the wanderer, I roam around, around, around." sounded from the speaker. Bo readied for a fight, a card floated down from the ceiling. Her enemy's calling card. "Is that all you've got, music and card tricks." she snapped. That's when the pub's glassware exploded. Bo ducked down to avoid getting struck by the flying shards. A hand was placed on her shoulder. There was a huge drain of her energy. It felt as if she was being fed off of, she moved to turn and found that she was surrounded by black smoke. The last thing she saw was a handsome man smiling broadly. "Daughter, I have finally found you." then the world went black.

The next time Bo was fully awake, she had been jarred from her sleep by an odd chirping bark. She rolled to her side and found what looked like a fox peeking over the edge of her bed. "Did you just bark at me?" she asked the mischievous eyes. She heard the clicking of claws as her red furred visitor backed up and then spun in a circle. Bo's eyes widened as she saw that the animal's front legs were shaped like the talons of a raptor, like an eagle or a hawk. There were also small wings that jutted out from the shoulder area and lay flat along the creatures back. "Okay not truly awake yet." Bo said to herself and she moved to lay down again. The chirping bark rang out again and Bo knew that when she opened her eyes the foxlike creature would be looking over the edge of the bed again. She was right. Reaching out she scratched its head and laughed as the creature seemed to smile at her.

"Enfield," came a deep rich voice from down the hall. Bo bolted up out of bed and found she was wearing a long flannel night gown with lace trim. "Enfield," came the voice again, the little foxlike creature moved behind Bo's legs and then peeked back towards the sound of the voice. Bo looked up to see an older handsome man looking through her doorway. "Oh my dear, you're awake." He smiled but it didn't touch his eyes. "Enfield did you wake my daughter? If so I will have to punish you." he said it as if it was supposed to be a light hearted comment but instead it had the feeling of a real threat.

Feeling less than her normal badass self in flannel and lace, Bo attempted to look menacing. "Who are you and where am I?" she growled.

"Well daughter I am called by many names but the easiest one by far is the Wanderer. To you, well please address me as Father." he said with the same guarded smile. "You are in my home and safe at last. I have been searching for you sense your birth." Enfield nudged Bo's hand positioned himself for another scratch. She saw the man's face darken; snapping his fingers the animal dropped its head and walked out of the room. "I apologize for my familiar; the silly little beast can be a terrible pest."

"He's not a pest, he's cute. What is he?" Bo asked.

The man laughed, it was both a beautiful and dangerous sound. "He is an Enfield, I don't give beasts names my dear. This just speaks to how under educated and untrained you are." Bo gave him a hard look, but the man just kept speaking, "My dear it is not your fault. Like anyone who has been raised amongst the lower fae and humans, you are ignorant because of your neglect." he face showed such pity for her.

"Well, I think I will be taking my ignorant little self out of here" she snapped she felt her eyes turn blue. She felt fear for the first time. She also felt the man was lying. "Do you have any proof that you are my father?"

"Of course I'm your father." he laughed. Bo didn't like the answer and started walking towards the door. "I don't think that it will be possible to let you go quite yet." said the Wanderer. The man clapped and several other people entered the room. "You are the strongest source of chi I have ever been around. Like you, I have a need for chi energy too." The people around him started to chant. Bo went on the attack but it was too late. The hexes hit her from all directions and she was dropped to her knees.

As Bo struggled to remain conscious she heard the tap of high heels on the tile then the sound of a familiar female voice, "I told you she would not just fall under your control because you claim to be her father. Drain her and be done with it. From experience I can tell you she is nothing but trouble."

The Wanderer laughed, "You have no idea of my power. When it is enhanced by this being's chi I will be unstoppable. If I keep her under control and in my power she will live for five or more years before she is completely drained and incapable of feeding. You youngsters have no patience for the way true magic can work." The man paused, "But you, my dear, have done me a great favor stepping in where others have failed me. I will remember it when I am leader over all fae." He moved and touched the back of Bo's head. She felt the chi start to drain from her body.

The female voice snapped again. "Always happy to help and I do appreciate you keeping me in mind, but I still say kill her now." The sound of high heels on tile drifted away.

Bo drifted into blackness on the Wanderer's words, "Oh silly little succubus your life is now mine. Your training will begin tomorrow so sleep well, little daughter."

"You can eat shit and die," snarled Bo and she fought the four men around her with all her might. She was so weak, but she was still more than a match for the warlocks' one on one. She matched them blow for blow and was almost free when she was struck down with a hex to the back she never saw coming. She fell to the floor in a heap.

"Wanderer," huffed one of the bruised and beaten warlocks. "It has been a month and still she fights. I am beginning to believe we should just kill her. She has too much spunk, heart or whatever." Those were the last words the man ever uttered as a hex struck him in the chest and blew up his heart.

"Heart!" an angry voice yelled, "Is there anyone else that wishes to second guess my plan?" the Wanderer asked. He was as exasperated with the uncooperative woman as the rest but he had siphoned her chi and felt the power it gave him. Took the weak mimicking powers of his magic fae heritage and allowed them to blossom to full-fledged fae powers.

"Heart," he hissed, and then he went very still, "Heart," he said again but this time with a smile on his face.

The next time Bo woke she was in bed in that same stupid nightgown. There was no friendly enfield blinking bright eyes to greet her. She only got to see the little guy when it snuck in on the sly. Instead a surly looking redcap had taken to being her normal morning companion. He was on the door again today. Seeing her raise her head, he turned and left the room. Bo stood and winced at the beating her body had taken. She dressed in one of the simple cotton dresses that were given to her. They were plain and practical as with everything she had encountered since her captivity. No one touched her except the man claiming to be her father and then it was only a hand on her head or upper back to syphon off her chi. Nothing more. There was a void of feelings of any type. She was getting so she loved the fighting just so she could have contact with another living thing. Bo knew that she would be in serious trouble if this continued. As a succubus she could literally starve to death.

"Good morning daughter," she recognized the voice but it was somehow different. "Face me," he said with a cruel tone. Bo swung around as if she had no control. The only time she had felt anything like this was with Vex and his mesmer skills, but this had a darker feel. He laughed at the look on her face, then the Wanderer started walking towards Bo. "You have been nothing but trouble daughter." His voice sounded as if it had an echo. The echo was different than the spoken words, "You are nothing. You are trouble." Bo shook her head. She had been deprived of feelings and now her mind was being filled with these hurtful words. "You will do better daughter." the man said but the echo was, "be better or die." Bo's eyes flashed with a burst of energy ran at the man in a desperate attack.

"I am your father and the only one who cares for you." said the man. The echo said, "I own you, no one cares for you because you are a monster." He slapped Bo to the ground as the last of her energy ran low. The man bent over her, "Your friends have left you. Your lover is most likely dead. I am all that you have." The echo pounded Bo's brain and try as she might the words touched home, "You have no one, you are completely alone."

For the first time, there was no fight to the succubus; she just sat on the ground. The Wanderer placed a hand on Bo's head and patted her like one would a dog. He said in a normal voice, "I believe we have found a way to work together my daughter. As your manners improve I will allow you to regain some of your strength. You will learn to share with me willingly." He walked off in triumph. The mighty succubus was going to be putty in his hands. All he had to do was break her heart.