Note for Steph: Thank you for your beautiful reviews, you're an angel and I love your feedback. The quote from Anna was from the first episode of The Lost Girl Rewatch Podcast, she says it when she is introducing Zoie.
INT - LAUREN'S LAB
"Tell me again," Lauren whispered, her voice a sultry invitation, her body arching in anticipation as Bo's lips caressed her skin, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. "How did you get injured?" she gasped, every nerve in Lauren's body ignited with desire, her heart racing and her breath coming in rapid gasps, unable to resist the electrifying allure of Bo's touch.
"Renegade Goblin," Bo mumbled as her hands glided down Lauren's shapely legs, skilfully removing the last barriers of clothing. Lauren's clothes lay discarded on the floor, evidence of forgotten caution and abandoned restraint.
"Oh, Bo..." Lauren moaned, her voice a symphony of need and longing, as Bo's lips ventured further, their tender exploration tracing a path of decadent pleasure between her legs. Every inch of Lauren's being yearned for more, her body responding eagerly to Bo's touch, grateful that she hadn't resisted this intoxicating temptation.
Their intimacy was a dance, Bo's hand reaching up for Lauren as her tongue skilfully worked between her thighs, a choreography of desire and connection that consumed them both. Lauren's hand found its way to join Bo's, their fingers entwined in a desperate embrace, their movements synchronised and purposeful. Bo possessed an intimate knowledge of Lauren's body, every caress and stroke expertly executed, each touch a testament to their shared passion.
The heat between them grew with each passing moment, their desires merging and intertwining, fuelling the flame. Lauren's moans of pleasure grew louder, echoing through the room. Bo, driven wild by the sound of Lauren's arousal, found herself consumed by an insatiable hunger, she guided her body upward, capturing Lauren's lips in a fiery, all-consuming kiss.
Their mouths melded together, their lips locked in a fervent embrace, Bo's hand continued its skilled exploration, drawing forth waves of ecstasy that crashed over Lauren's body, each one more powerful than the last. "Dr. Lewis, you are so damn sexy," Bo growled as Lauren came undone beneath her. In that moment of surrender, Lauren lost herself completely, swept away by the relentless tide of her climax.
As their bodies slowly calmed, the air hung heavy with a mix of satisfaction and desire. Lauren dressed herself as Bo gently passed her scattered clothing, their eyes smiling at each other.
"Well, that was unexpected," Lauren said as she adjusted her attire, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and satisfaction.
"Yes. Sorry. I-" Bo began to apologise.
"Bo," Lauren interrupted, her voice stern but seductive. "Don't ever apologise for sex."
Bo laughed, a throaty sound that filled the room. "I was more apologising for it happening while you're working."
Lauren pondered the thought, a glint in her eyes. "Still not reason enough to apologise," she said with a playful wink.
Lauren's phone suddenly rang, breaking the post-passion ambiance. Bo handed it to her with a smile.
"Dr. Lewis," she answered, her voice returning to its professional tone.
Bo couldn't help but watch her on the call, finding Lauren's professionalism so very attractive. The way she effortlessly switched between roles only added to her allure.
"Of course, I understand. I can be there within 20 minutes," she said, hanging up. She swiftly moved around the room, gathering her medical supplies with a sense of purpose.
"Everything okay?" Bo asked, concern evident in her voice.
Lauren looked at Bo, a small smile playing on her lips. "Are you supposed to be anywhere right now?" she asked.
"Nowhere important," Bo replied, her eyes locked with Lauren's.
"Perfect. You're coming with me," Lauren said, her voice filled with determination.
"Yes, Dr.," Bo said with a smirk, eager to accompany Lauren.
INT - THE DAL
Lauren and Bo entered the Dal, their expressions filled with a mix of determination and concern. They had just visited an injured Ogre who had fallen victim to the underground fight club hosted by a Fae named Salvatore Ferraro. It seemed that Ferraro was boosting humans with Fae powers, allowing them to defeat supernatural beings like the Ogre.
"No human could do that to an Ogre," Dyson remarked, his voice filled with disbelief.
Bo sighed, her frustration evident. "So a Fae has been pulling some underhanded crap, big surprise!"
Dyson shook his head, his confidence unwavering. "I don't buy it. Salvatore Ferraro, he doesn't have any dirt on him, Bo. He's clean."
"As far as you know," Bo replied, a hint of skepticism in her tone.
"He's a stand-up guy, a self-made man," Dyson continued, trying to defend Ferraro. "He acts as a heavyweight, helping human immigrants, providing loans, and job opportunities-"
"So he has a steady supply of bodies to throw into the ring," Bo interrupted, her confusion evident. It seemed obvious to her that Ferraro was manipulating humans for personal gain.
But Dyson persisted, describing Ferraro's positive contributions to the community. "His gym is legitimate, he sits on the board for the hospital, and he actively donates to charities. He's considered a pillar-"
"Pillar of the community. Yeah, boy howdy, has this guy ever perfected his cover," Bo interjected sarcastically, her frustration growing.
"I know you don't like humans being used for Fae spectacle, but for us, it's just a minor crime," Dyson stated, attempting to downplay the severity of the situation.
Lauren shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her voice firm as she spoke up. "Even if he's pitting Fae against humans?"
Bo reached under the table and squeezed Lauren's knee, a gesture of support and reassurance.
"For a guy like Ferraro, that's just a slap on the wrist," Dyson replied dismissively.
"Well, what about the human fighter who can beat up Ogres?" Lauren challenged, her annoyance at Dyson's lack of respect for humans becoming more apparent.
Dyson met Lauren's gaze, his expression stern. "If, and it's a big IF, Ferraro is somehow giving humans Fae powers, then yes, that is a serious crime. But I'm going to need one hell of a smoking gun. I can't touch him unless hard evidence falls in my lap."
A fire ignited in Bo's eyes as she stood up from her seat, Lauren following suit. Their resolve was unwavering.
"Well, evidence is going to fall so hard you're gonna be singing soprano," Bo declared with determination.
"Bye," Bo said abruptly, leaving with Lauren.
"I'm sorry he's such a jerk," Bo said, her voice laced with empathy as she gently took Lauren's hand in hers. Her touch was warm and reassuring, offering silent support.
"It's okay Bo, I'm used to the Fae treating me like less than," Lauren replied, her voice tinged with resignation. She squeezed Bo's hand, finding solace in their connection.
As they reached the Camaro parked nearby, Bo's body moved closer to Lauren, pressing her body against the side of the car. Their eyes locked, silently conveying a depth of understanding and admiration. "You, Lauren Lewis, are the strongest person I have ever met," Bo declared, her voice filled with genuine awe. Her eyes sparkled with sincerity, reflecting the truth behind her words. "Your intelligence is absolutely terrifying, and even Lachlan has had to acknowledge how important you are within the Fae world."
Lauren's smile grew wide, a mix of gratitude and affection spreading across her lips. Bo's heartfelt praise touched her deeply, reinforcing her worth and reminding her of her own strength. She squeezed Bo's hand once again, reciprocating the support and love as Bo chivalrously opened the door for her.
INT - THE CLUBHOUSE
"Hi," Kenzi said surprised, opening the door to leave and seeing a woman she didn't recognise.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know if I should even knock," the woman said, hesitating at the sight of Kenzi.
"Well, it beats kicking down the door," Kenzi replied sarcastically, her eyebrows raised. She glanced at the woman expectantly. "What?" Kenzi said, losing patience when the woman just stared at her.
"Well, I... I just have to ask... Do you live with this woman?" the woman asked, hope and uncertainty in her eyes as she held up an old school photo of Bo. "Her name's Beth."
"Beth. Hm-" Kenzi replied, looking at the image, trying to think of something to say. She crossed her arms, studying the woman intently. "Yeah, sure. Maybe. Why, what are you, some kind of stalker?" Kenzi said, her tone laced with suspicion.
"No. More of a hunter," the woman said, her voice serious. She paused for a moment, contemplating her next words. "Do you believe in monsters?" she asked, her eyes searching Kenzi's face for a reaction.
"Why?" Kenzi replied, her curiosity piqued as she leaned in slightly.
"Because you're living with one," the woman replied, her voice filled with a mix of urgency and concern.
Kenzi shook her head, a mixture of disbelief and concern etched on her face. "Come in, let's figure this out." The woman walked in, and Kenzi guided her towards the couch before heading towards the kitchen to get a drink. "What did you say your name was?" Kenzi asked, her voice tinged with both caution and a desire for answers.
"Mel," she replied, taking a seat on the couch. "It's taken me years. Private investigators, reporters, friends on the force, every little scrap they could give me. Finally, I heard a rumour about a bartender who left a body behind in a way that caught my attention." Mel paused, her eyes glistening with determination. "Now it's just a matter of getting lucky and spotting Beth in a coffee shop. I'm sure it's her. We were friends in high school, she dated my older brother until he was killed."
Kenzi returned with two glasses of water, sitting on the arm of the couch. Her voice was full of concern and intrigue as she handed Mel a glass. "What happened?"
"Beth wasn't allowed to date, but she was always sneaking out with Kyle. One night, they went off in his truck, next morning a couple of kids found him dead in the back seat." Mel's voice trembled with a mixture of anger and pain. "Beth just vanished. I saw his body, he had this smile on his face, like some kind of sick joke."
Kenzi listened intently, her eyes focused on Mel's face, her heart growing heavy with empathy. "Look, I promise you, Bo—Beth—had nothing to do with that," Kenzi attempted to assure her, her voice filled with conviction.
"Either she killed Kyle, or she knows what happened and she ran off instead of telling us. One way or another, she did something horrible," Mel said, her voice firm, but laced with a hint of vulnerability.
Kenzi reached out, placing a comforting hand on Mel's shoulder. "There is just no way that Bo and this 'Beth' are the same gals! Bo was born right here in the big city! She wouldn't know a hoe from a ho-down!" Kenzi said, her words meant to reassure but also attempting to lighten the mood.
"Okay, of course that's what she told you. You could be in real danger. We need the police," Mel replied, reaching for her phone, her voice filled with urgency.
"No! No! I mean, you can't just call any cops. Not when I am personal friends with one of the best homicide detectives in the city," Kenzi said, desperately trying to regain control of the situation.
INT - COP SHOP
Bo had been to visit Ferraro at his gym, the atmosphere had been dripping with testosterone and misogyny. From fighters toughing out concussion symptoms to Ferraro berating and insulting them, the toxic masculinity ran rampant, disregarding common sense and safety. Bo noticed one guy in particular Ferraro was focusing on, he was seemingly the super-human taking down Fae in the ring. Bo suspected Ferraro was spiking his protein drinks. Determined to uncover the truth, she managed to snatch the bottle and hurriedly headed for the cop shop.
"One smoking gun, as requested," Bo said, entering the cop shop and passing the bottle to Dyson, her expression a mix of seriousness and urgency.
"More of a bottle than a gun," Dyson smirked, his eyes flickering with curiosity.
"Test it. It should reveal what's giving a human fighter superhuman strength and causing those rage blackouts," Bo instructed, her voice unwavering.
"Yes, Ma'am. I will rush it to the lab," Dyson replied, taking the bottle from her. "I'm surprised you didn't take this straight to Lauren."
Bo let out a sigh, a hint of frustration evident in her voice. "Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about her. What is your problem? Talking about humans like that when she was there, as if she hasn't helped you out with a ton. As if Kenzi isn't one of your friends," Bo confronted, her words tinged with disappointment. She crossed her arms, waiting for his response. "Why do you always have to be so damn black and white?" she added.
"Bo, it's complicated," Dyson replied, his voice carrying a mix of defensiveness and hesitation.
"It doesn't have to be," Bo shot back, her gaze unwavering. "I think Ferraro's been slipping him something from the Fae pharmacy," she said, refocusing on the task at hand.
"If that is the case, then not even Ferraro's high and mighty friends will be able to protect him," Dyson replied, his tone firm and resolute.
Just as they were engrossed in their conversation, Mel walked out of the interview room, catching Bo's attention.
"Mel?" Bo said, her voice filled with surprise and disbelief, recognising the woman from her past.
"That's her! She killed my brother!" Mel yelled, pointing an accusatory finger at Bo. "You can't run away anymore! You're gonna pay for what you did to Kyle!"
Bo was struck silent, her body frozen in place as the weight of Mel's accusation hit her like a tidal wave.
"You are going to face my parents and see the pain that you caused them!" Mel continued, her voice filled with anger and anguish.
Kenzi emerged from the interview room, having been inside with Mel. Bo turned to her, her expression a mix of shock and betrayal. "You knew she was here?" Bo said to Kenzi, hurt etched on her face, feeling blindsided by her best friend.
"Bo!" Kenzi called out desperately as Bo ran off, her heart heavy with a whirlwind of emotions.
INT - THE CLUBHOUSE
"Bo, what are you doing?" Kenzi asked, her voice filled with concern, as she watched Bo frantically start packing a bag.
"I have to run, Kenzi! Again!" Bo replied, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desperation, her hands shaking as she continued to pack her belongings.
"We can fix this!" Kenzi pleaded, stepping closer to Bo, her eyes brimming with determination.
"I KILLED her brother! That can never be fixed!" Bo exclaimed, her voice breaking with anguish. Overwhelmed by guilt, she collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down her face. "And no matter how much distance I put between then and now, Kyle will always be dead, and it will always be my fault! You should have told me that Mel was here-"
"I was just trying to protect you," Kenzi interjected, her voice filled with regret.
"Bo?" Lauren's concerned voice pierced through the tension as she entered The Clubhouse, the door left ajar.
Bo had called her in a state of distress, mentioning someone from her past named Beth and her need to flee. Confusion clouded Lauren's mind as she swiftly made her way upstairs, drawn by the raised voices.
"Everything bad that's ever happened to me in my life has been because someone has been trying to protect me WITH LIES!" Bo cried out, frustration lacing her words. Her eyes met Kenzi's as she poured her heart out. "You have no idea what it was like for me!"
"No, I don't, because you never told me anything!" Kenzi's voice quivered with a mix of hurt and longing for understanding.
"Because it was horrifying and awful!" Bo replied, her voice trembling with vulnerability.
"Okay, well, I want to understand. So, tell me-" Kenzi began, her voice softer, an unspoken plea for Bo to open up.
"How could you possibly understand?" Bo interrupted, her voice filled with a deep sense of isolation and pain.
"Bo?" Lauren's voice cut through the heavy atmosphere, her gaze filled with worry and compassion. Bo looked up, her tear-stained face meeting Lauren's concerned expression. "Bo, what's going on?"
Lauren approached Bo, aching to alleviate her heartbreak. She didn't fully grasp the situation, but she was determined to be there for Bo. Kenzi scooted further onto the bed, making space for Lauren to sit beside Bo, her touch gentle and reassuring as she took Bo's hand in hers.
"I grew up on a farm. I thought I was a regular girl. I went to church with my parents!" Bo began, her voice trembling as she delved into her painful past. Her eyes overflowed with tears, mirroring the depths of her emotions. Lauren squeezed her hand, a silent gesture of support.
"What happened?" Kenzi asked, her voice filled with empathy, her own eyes shimmering with shared emotion.
Bo continued, her voice heavy with sorrow. "When I hit puberty, I started to feel different."
"Your powers kicked in," Lauren interjected, understanding flickering in her eyes.
"I didn't know how dangerous I was. My parents taught me that sex was evil, and I found out just how right they were. I discovered how evil I was. I had the devil inside of me," Bo confessed, her voice breaking with self-loathing.
"Oh, Bo," Lauren whispered, her touch continuing to comfort Bo, an unspoken promise that she wasn't alone.
"You really thought that?" Kenzi asked softly, her voice conveying a mixture of sadness and disbelief.
"I was so terrified. So, I told my parents what happened, and they broke down and told me that I was adopted. The only thing they had was a baby picture with a name written across the back," Bo revealed, her voice filled with aching vulnerability.
"Bo," Lauren whispered, her voice full of understanding and compassion.
"I hated them. I hated myself. So, I ran. And now, I have to keep running," Bo said, her voice a blend of anger and sadness, the weight of her past bearing down on her.
"Bo, we can fix this. Running isn't the option. You have people now who can help," Lauren reassured her, her words infused with genuine care.
Kenzi nodded in agreement, her eyes filled with unwavering loyalty and love.
Just as the heaviness threatened to consume them, Bo's phone rang, cutting through the air, breaking the tense moment.
"It's Dyson," Bo said aloud, answering the phone with a tremor in her voice. She listened intently before responding, "Yeah? Fine." Hanging up the phone, she quickly gathered herself. "I have to go. I still need to solve this case," Bo declared, slipping on her jacket, her movements imbued with determination.
"Okay, we'll come with you," Lauren declared, her voice laced with determination. "And then we can figure out what to do, together."
"Yeah, Bo Bo, we got you," Kenzi chimed in, her voice filled with unwavering support and friendship.
INT - THE DAL
"Hey," Dyson greeted Bo, his eyes scanning the room as he noticed Lauren and Kenzi following behind her. His expression softened as he took in the sight of their united front. "Did you tell her?" he asked Lauren, concern etched on his face.
She shook her head, her eyes filled with empathy. "No, I didn't get the chance."
"Tell me what?" Bo's voice held a mixture of curiosity and apprehension as they all settled down around the table.
"So, you were right. Mike is doping," Dyson said, passing the case file to Bo. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of understanding for her, knowing the weight of past mistakes haunting the present. "You okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine care.
"Sure," Bo replied, her voice betraying a hint of sadness as she delved into the file. "What am I looking at?"
"It's a biological compound. Matches the secretions of an amphibious Fae called the Gama," Lauren explained, her voice steady and informative.
"Alpha, beta, gama?" Bo interjected, her curiosity tinged with a touch of humour.
"Gama-Sennin. Toads, frogs. Masters of drugs," Dyson replied, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Lots of interesting stuff comes out of their pores."
"So, Mike's been drinking frog sweat?" Bo exclaimed, her expression a mix of disgust and disbelief.
"A lot of aboriginal cultures will lick a frog before they go on a hunt," Dyson added, his tone informative.
"Why do you Fae never fail to make me want to barf," Kenzi chimed in, her words laced with a combination of humour and genuine distaste.
As the pieces started to come together, Bo's understanding deepened. "So drinking Fae frog nectar-" she began, her voice tinged with a mixture of realisation and revulsion.
"Would give a human fighter a significant boost in the ring," Lauren finished, her voice calm and matter-of-fact.
"Power shake indeed," Bo muttered, a flicker of determination shining in her eyes.
"The secretions are giving Mike superhuman strength, but it's also going to kill him, and soon," Lauren explained, her tone filled with concern and urgency.
"There's a good chance that the next time Mike steps into the ring, a highlight of the fight is gonna be his internal organs exploding," Dyson added, his words delivering the gravity of the situation.
"So, shut down Ferraro's little fight club!" Bo exclaimed to Dyson, frustration and determination blending in her voice.
"I need proof that Ferraro is providing the frog sweat," Dyson explained, his eyes locked on Bo's, conveying a shared sense of purpose.
"His fists have spikey things coming out of them, like a horned toad or something," Bo remarked, her mind already racing with potential strategies.
"He invited you to a fight, right? Get me into that fight tonight, and I'll find out for sure," Dyson proposed, his voice holding an unwavering resolve.
"No, no, no—I'm not fighting. I have to blow town now that Mel has found me," Bo protested, her voice tinged with a mix of fear and urgency.
"We pulled some strings in the human system. Got Mel put away for the evening. On a psych evaluation. For our own protection," Dyson revealed, his voice calm yet filled with determination.
"Why would you do that?" Bo questioned, frustration seeping into her words as she unintentionally continued to cause Mel pain.
"Just get me into that fight. So that I can take a sample from Ferraro, and then we'll know," Dyson urged, his voice carrying a note of urgency and conviction.
"I'm just really not in the mood to trade punches with anyone right now," Bo confessed, her vulnerability slipping through her words.
"Then keep your distance. Keep the fight going long enough so that I can get what you need," Dyson suggested, his eyes locked with Bo's, offering reassurance amidst the tension. He understood the pain in her eyes, the weight of guilt and regret. "Bo, do not let this girl get under your skin. Sometime or another, we have all hurt those that we love," Dyson advised, his gaze now shifting to Lauren, a shared understanding passing between them.
Lauren offered Bo a gentle smile, her eyes filled with empathy and support. "Please, just be careful. We don't know who else is having their drinks spiked. I don't want you getting hurt, Bo," she pleaded, her concern evident in her voice.
Bo squeezed Lauren's hand, gratitude and reassurance flowing through her touch. "I will be careful," she promised, her voice carrying a sense of determination and a renewed sense of purpose.
INT - UNDERGROUND BOXING FIGHT
The atmosphere in the room was electric, charged with anticipation and excitement. The crowd had swelled to a massive size, their raucous cheers and screams reverberating through the air. All eyes were fixated on the boxing cage positioned at the centre, where the upcoming clash was about to unfold.
"Welcome to the Cage, Ladies and Gentlemen!" Ferraro's voice boomed over the speakers, amplifying the already fevered energy in the room. "On the under-card this evening with a record of eight and one, five knockouts! The Damsel of Distress, Thhhhrasher!" The crowd erupted in a thunderous roar as Bo's formidable opponent made her entrance, exuding an undeniable aura of strength.
The cheers intensified, the sound reaching a crescendo that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. The anticipation was palpable, as if the entire space held its breath in anticipation of the upcoming spectacle.
"And in the grey corner, I give you, with a record as blank as the virgin snow. The Angel from the Alley, the Sizzle from the Streets, Boom Boom!" Ferraro's voice cut through the crowd's anticipation, rousing a murmur of curiosity and intrigue.
As Bo stepped into the cage, the murmurs grew louder, spreading through the sea of spectators. Eyes followed her every move, some filled with doubt, while others harboured a glimmer of hope.
Ferraro's voice reverberated through the room once again. "Tonight's fight is scheduled for as long as it takes for a knock-out or a tap-out. And there's one rule: there are no rules! Fighters, come out swinging at the bell!"
The crowd erupted into a deafening roar, their excitement reaching a fever pitch. The moment the bell rang, Thrasher wasted no time, advancing aggressively toward Bo. They circled each other like predators, their movements calculated and precise. Thrasher initiated the first strike, but Bo's reflexes kicked in, allowing her to dodge the first two punches. However, the third connected, sending a jolt of pain through her body.
As the blow landed, a flood of memories surged in Bo's mind, memories of Kyle, the night they were together, and the tragic accident that claimed his life. The images mingled with the chaos of the present, threatening to overwhelm her focus.
Another punch from Thrasher snapped her back to reality, this time striking her in the gut with force. Bo staggered, her back hitting the cold cage. Pain seared through her, both physically and emotionally, but she refused to succumb.
"Bo! Keep your guard up!" Kenzi's voice pierced through the chaos, a beacon of support amidst the turmoil.
Summoning her resilience, Bo rose to her feet, determined to push forward. Thrasher's assault continued relentlessly, each blow weakening her resolve. Traumatic memories of her past continued to assail her mind, threatening to break her spirit.
"Come on, keep her on the outside with your jab!" Kenzi shouted, her voice laden with urgency and desperation. Bo managed to evade a couple of punches, mustering her strength to retaliate.
"That-a girl! Come on!" Kenzi's encouragement rang through the air, a lifeline of support in the midst of the storm.
For a brief moment, it seemed like Bo regained control, landing a couple of solid hits on Thrasher. But the fleeting victory was swiftly snatched away. Thrasher unleashed a barrage of strikes, overpowering Bo's defences. Waves of pain, fear, and regret crashed over her, engulfing her senses.
A massive blow landed, sending Bo crashing to the floor, her body refusing to cooperate. Desperately, she tried to shield herself, but
Thrasher showed no mercy, raining down relentless punches.
"Come on, Bo, get up!" Kenzi's voice resonated with desperation, her words a desperate plea for her best friend's safety. But Bo felt paralysed, consumed by a self-imposed penance for the pain she believed she had caused.
She mustered the strength to rise, but her efforts were futile. Thrasher's punches continued to rain upon her, her face stained with blood, her body battered and bruised.
With one final devastating blow, Bo collapsed, defeated and defenceless. The crowd erupted in wild celebration, their screams and clamour reverberating through the room, drowning out all other sound.
Kenzi rushed into the cage, her concern etched on her face as she desperately tried to aid Bo. Dyson appeared at the edge of the cage, his voice filled with a mix of anger and worry. "What the hell were you doing in there?!" he bellowed, his frustration lacing every word.
Amidst her exhaustion and pain, Bo mustered the strength to speak. "Did we get what we needed?" Her voice trembled, a testament to her physical and emotional strain.
Dyson's expression shifted, his disappointment evident. "His scent's not right. Ferraro's not the frog," he disclosed, his tone heavy with the weight of the revelation. "Get her out of there, Kenz!"
With every ounce of strength remaining, Kenzi lent her support, assisting Bo out of the cage and away from the pounding feet and roars of the room.
INT - LAUREN'S APARTMENT
Just take some of my Chi!" Dyson growled, frustratedly assisting Bo as they walked into Lauren's apartment. His brows furrowed with concern, and he glanced back at Bo, searching for any signs of improvement.
"Dyson, leave me alone! I'm fine!" Bo yelled, her voice strained with pain and stubbornness. She winced with every step, but her determination refused to let her show weakness.
"Bo!" Lauren called, her voice filled with worry and relief as she descended the stairs, rushing to her side. Her eyes swept over Bo's injuries, her hands itching to provide immediate care.
"Then let me find someone to help you heal," Dyson insisted, his frustration intermingling with genuine concern.
"I just need to sit!" Bo snapped, her words laced with both frustration and pain. Dyson assisted her onto the couch, his expression a mix of worry and helplessness.
"Bo, why haven't you healed yet?" Lauren exclaimed, her voice brimming with concern as she knelt down beside her. Her eyes focused intently on the wounds, assessing their severity.
"Cause I'm not in the mood!" Bo retorted, her pain evident in her voice and etched on her face. Her frustration simmered just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over.
Lauren's concern deepened, her voice tinged with both compassion and a hint of frustration. "Since when is mood a factor? Bo, you have a biological imperative—"
"Oh, screw my biology!" Bo interrupted, her emotions erupting. The pain of her injuries mingled with the anguish of her past, creating a volatile mix. Her voice quivered with raw intensity. "I'm so tired of my life being dictated by something that I didn't choose! I am done being Fae!"
Dyson wordlessly passed Bo a rag, a desperate attempt to offer some form of assistance. But Bo, consumed by her emotional turmoil, threw it aside, rejecting any help.
"I got this," Lauren said to Dyson, determination gleaming in her eyes as she retrieved a kit of medical supplies. Her voice conveyed a mixture of gratitude and determination.
"Thank you," Dyson said, briefly squeezing Lauren's shoulder before leaving the apartment, his concern trailing behind him.
"I'm sorry," Bo whispered, her voice laced with remorse and vulnerability, as Lauren settled down beside her.
"Come here," Lauren said softly, her touch gentle and soothing as she used a medical wipe to gently cleanse the blood from Bo's face. With each swipe, she assessed the injuries more closely, her eyes flickering with concern.
"Ow," Bo gasped, her pain vividly expressed.
"I'm sorry," Lauren murmured sympathetically, her touch lightening as she continued her examination. "I don't think that's gonna need stitches," Lauren assessed, her professional instincts taking over as she cleaned up the most severe wound on Bo's face.
"Lucky me," Bo replied sarcastically, her voice a mix of resignation and humour, though her eyes still reflected the lingering pain. She winced with each touch.
Lauren rubbed her hand gently on the side of Bo's face, her touch warm and comforting. "Bo, I'm so sorry that you're going through so much. I know that the surprise of your past has—"
"It is not just my past," Bo interrupted, her tone heavy with emotion—sadness, regret, and a sense of longing. "It's my present. For a long time, I'd forgotten what I am to humans. A monster."
"Bo, you're not a monster. I know that," Lauren replied, her voice brimming with conviction and empathy. She leaned in closer, her gaze locked with Bo's. "And whatever happened back then, it wasn't your fault!"
Bo's voice raised, a mixture of pain and frustration bursting forth. "I killed a boy! And then what? Then I ran away— I ran away! I didn't take responsibility for what I did, and his poor family..." Bo's voice cracked, tears streaming down her face, her pain and guilt overwhelming her. "I never gave them closure."
Lauren's heart ached for Bo, her eyes filled with compassion as she squeezed Bo's hand, holding it tightly. She spoke with a voice filled with love and affection, desperately trying to convey her understanding. "Bo, you're not the same person you were then. You were a child, just discovering your powers and learning how to survive. You can't blame yourself for the mistakes you made when you were being controlled by your powers. You did the best you could, Bo. You are a completely different person now. You are in control, you are strong, you are wonderful. You put others before yourself, always showing those around you that you care. Bo, the person you are now is so very loved."
Lauren returned to tending Bo's wounds, her touch gentle steady as Bo's tears subsided.
"Hurts," Bo whispered, her pain still evident, but their connection beginning to alleviate it.
Lauren's voice was tender as she acknowledged Bo's discomfort. "I know, Bo. But what happened in the past—"
"No, I mean, the spot you're on, it hurts. Really hurts," Bo clarified, explaining the soreness caused by her injuries.
"Tender," Lauren whispered, her fingers shifting away from Bo's face. Concern flickered across her eyes as she adjusted her approach. "Bo, let me help you. I don't know how much damage there is; you could have internal injuries."
Bo shook her head, the weight of her emotions still pressing upon her, but her love for Lauren offering a glimmer of solace. The intensity of their connection began to overshadow the pain, if only temporarily.
"Bo," Lauren whispered, her thumb gently caressing Bo's bottom lip. "Let me help you heal, let me take your pain away."
Bo shook her head again, conflicting emotions warring within her, but Lauren's touch grounding her. Lauren's hand brushed down Bo's cheek, and instinctively, Bo leaned into the touch, seeking comfort.
"Lauren, you can't. It's too much," Bo whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of desire and concern, her gaze locked onto Lauren's face.
"So let me help a little, just a little," Lauren urged, her voice filled with determination. She lifted Bo's chin, their eyes locking in a gaze filled with longing and trust. Lauren's lips brushed against Bo's, their kiss tender, barely there. "We've been getting so good at it. Let me try," Lauren whispered, her lips pressing more firmly against Bo's.
Bo allowed herself to surrender, her lips responding eagerly to Lauren's. A surge of energy flowed between them as their connection deepened. Bo's hands instinctively wrapped around Lauren's neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. The transfer of chi intensified, revitalising Bo's injured body. Their lips remained locked, the energy flowing between them continued. In a moment of fervour, Bo pushed Lauren backward until her back met the couch. Their embrace grew heated, fuelled by desire and the exchange of energy. Bo's hands, driven by urgency, slipped beneath Lauren's shirt, her fingertips eagerly seeking any exposed skin they could find.
Amidst their intense connection, Bo's consciousness awakened to the length of time she had been consuming Lauren's chi. With every ounce of willpower she possessed, she pulled away from the kiss, her chest heaving with a mix of desire and concern. Her gaze locked onto Lauren's face, searching for any signs of distress, her own need momentarily eclipsed by the need for Lauren's well-being.
"Are you okay?" Bo asked, her voice brimming with concern, her fingertips brushing against Lauren's cheek.
"Bo, I'm good. I'm good. It's okay, take what you need," Lauren reassured her, her voice filled with trust and desire.
Bo didn't need to be told twice. Her lips eagerly sought out Lauren's neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses as her hands moved with purpose. Her touch was both tender and passionate as she explored every inch of Lauren's body, conveying her desire and appreciation.
Their lips found each other once again, and as they kissed, Bo continued to draw in the intoxicating chi, consuming it all for herself. Bo skilfully slipped her hands inside Lauren's clothes, their bodies pressing against each other, skin against skin. Lauren's moans of pleasure filled the room, igniting Bo's hunger further.
Their connection deepened, their bodies entwined as they moved with a shared rhythm, dancing between desire and love. Bo's fingers explored Lauren's depths, eliciting fervent moans and gasps of pleasure. Lauren's arms wrapped tightly around Bo's body, her nails lightly grazing her back, providing support as she surrendered to the intensity of the moment.
As their passion soared, Bo's lips once again found Lauren's, her strength continuing to build. Their bodies moved in unison, each touch and caress heightening the pleasure they shared. Bo's movements grew more forceful, driven by a primal need, while Lauren's responses grew more urgent, her cries of ecstasy echoing through the room.
Lauren moaned, lost in the whirlwind of sensation, her body trembling as her orgasm washed over her. Bo kissed her passionately, their connection still vibrant as the echoes of Lauren's release reverberated through her own body. Gradually, Bo's movements slowed, their shared intensity giving way to a tender and profound closeness.
Bo continued to support Lauren as she gradually descended from the heights of pleasure. Their bodies remained intertwined, their breathing gradually steadying.
"Are you healed?" Lauren whispered, her voice filled with desire, her eyes gleaming with affection.
"Mmmm, all healed," Bo confirmed, her voice laced with contentment and desire. The connection between them, both physical and emotional, left them breathless.
"I wasn't sure if you were going to do me or I was going to do you," Lauren chuckled softly, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on Bo's back.
"Lauren," Bo's voice was gentle but concerned. "I took more than I ever have before. I can normally feel you starting to weaken, but not this time." Bo was confused, Lauren shouldn't be able to heal her to completion.
Lauren let out a soft sigh, her fingers now caressing Bo's cheek. "Your injuries looked worse than they were, plus I'm still tinkering with your treatments, Bo." Bo looked at her, unconvinced. "And I might have been playing around with some treatments of my own," she revealed with a gentle laugh.
Bo eyes widened and Lauren's laughter grew warmer as she leaned in to kiss Bo once more. "We can talk about it in the morning. Right now, I need you to take me to bed," Lauren whispered, her voice filled with desire and a hint of playfulness.
