Dyson had taken off, not really ready or willing to accept that Ciara had died. He said as much to Bo before he left, and Lauren was concerned that he would do something stupid. She knew he was worse at expressing his emotions than she was, and she wasn't Dyson's biggest fan, but Lauren felt complete sympathy for him. To lose a lover like that without warning?

Lauren was glad that he stopped blaming her and came to apologize before he left. She was concerned he wouldn't show for Ciara's funeral at the Dal tonight; they all were worried about this. He hadn't even told Hale or Trick where he was going. Lauren knew he would regret it if he missed the wake, but she decided not to dwell on him too much.

She was far too worried about Bo, who was acting stranger than usual. Lauren sensed a lightness about her, but this also caused her darkness to surface more freely, as well. Her wife had become an enigma overnight. Bo had told her about the trip, meeting the kohen, and sacrificing her past guilt. It was nice to see her wife happier, but Lauren was worried exactly what this meant. Bo had even taken off last night, without any indication of where she was going, once she got some random phone call in the middle of dinner. Kenzi didn't seem to know why, either.

In the lab this week, Lauren had resumed her research but allocated the treatments to her nurses. She needed to focus; she had to find an answer soon. She wouldn't let anybody else die.

Bo tried to help, but the succubus's protectiveness and neediness were not the best for production. Lauren never thought she would be frustrated and feel like sex with her wife was an unpleasant chore that had to be finished before she could play, or in this case, work. Again, they tried to make love, but one or the other would get frustrated and hurry things along. Kenzi tried to play the mediator at breakfast this morning when they started bickering, but Lauren was too tired to fight with Bo again and left for the lab before they said something extremely mean to each other. Bo had lost her guilt, but it seemed like Lauren had found it; she wouldn't be surprised if Bo's lost guilt somehow converted to her through their bond.

Everybody was sad and trying to work through their emotions. Lauren didn't like who she became. She wanted to take Bo in her arms and let them both breakdown, but Lauren knew that if she stopped, if she turned the doctor part of her off, that she would have a hard time coming back. She was fighting her true emotions, but it had never been so hard to do before. Even though she knew she was overcompensating, Lauren also knew she had to stay calm, cold, and collected if she was going to get any work done.

It had been a long time since anybody had called her a bitch. Not even Dyson had ever called her derogatory names beyond "human." In the past, it never bothered her as much, but it did this time.

She stared at herself in the mirror, her black suit and dress shirt neatly pressed. In moments like these, it felt odd to waste time ironing and making sure appearances were kept clean. Bo came out of the bathroom, dressed in her head to toe black leather. Normally, Lauren would feel a strong urge to divest the woman of said clothes, but she just stared at her instead. Neither of them moved for several moments. Bo finally took the initiative and came to wrap her arms around Lauren from behind, lightly squeezing her torso and causing Lauren to breathe out strongly. This was Bo's new favorite way to say hello to the baby. She said that she wanted the baby to experience hugs early. It was the only time Lauren could remember smiling this past week.

"It feels somehow wrong of me to think about how hot you look in that." Bo laid her chin on Lauren's shoulder and swayed their bodies together. "When we get home, would it be okay if I showed you how much I love you and am thankful we're alive? Are we still fighting?"

"We aren't fighting, Bo. Not really." Lauren took a deep breath, finally placing her arms around Bo's and pulling her wife closer. "Honestly? I would love nothing more than to be with you. I'm just not sure…"

"It's okay, Lauren. I get it. You're too focused on other things." Bo pulled away from the embrace and went to sit on the end of the bed; Lauren didn't need their bond to sense the hurt feelings. "I love that you're able to be so strong. Honestly? You're the strongest person I've met, but I wish you'd show emotion some times. I hate when you shut yourself off and can't read you. It scares me."

"Bo, I want to, believe me. Can we just see what happens tonight? I don't want it to feel forced." Lauren smoothed her collar one last time before going to sit on the bed next to Bo. "It's just…the doctor part of me never shuts off, and I know that we'd be merely acting out of a transference of grief. Wanting to have sex is a very common response to grief. Biologically speaking, the transference often helps move the pain…to…to sort of use it as something else. Turn it into something different. Something better."

"Yeah, I…uh, I can see how intimacy would do that." Bo looked a bit excited, probably sensing and knowing that Lauren was honestly thinking about sex, too. Her wife was right, though: It did feel odd to think about sex before going to a funeral.

"It's in much the same way a person who's having a heart attack often feels a sharp pain in their left arm. It's the brain's way of redistributing the pain, so that it's not all concentrated in one area." Lauren saw Bo lightly chuckling, and she was reminded of how beautiful her wife was when she smiled completely. Neither of them had really smiled much this past week.

"I love it when you totally geek out." Bo smiled even bigger, wrapping her hand behind Lauren's neck to pull their foreheads intimately together. "I love you. We'll figure this out…together. We are in this together."

"We should get going." Lauren didn't move, instead moving her own hands to wrap around Bo's neck, pulling them even closer to one another.

"We should." Bo smiled slightly again, but this time, the familiar sadness of the week returned. Bo took a deep breath and leaned in to kiss Lauren, who gripped her wife's neck tighter than she meant before they broke their quiet embrace. It was all the emotion Lauren felt she could give right now; if she gave in now, she was afraid that it would all come crashing into her at once.

Lauren stood first, offering her hand to Bo, who smiled again in return before taking the offered hand and standing from the bed. They walked to Bo's car, holding hands. Kenzi had already taken Alexie to the Dal to help Trick. Lauren knew neither of them were really ready to face the old man, but they had to stop avoiding him. Even if they were both still upset at what he did, they would need to forgive him. Lauren didn't want Bo to go without her grandfather, and even though her wife didn't mention it, Lauren also knew that Bo wanted Trick in their baby's life despite his wariness about the entire thing. They hadn't even told him they were pregnant yet.

Lauren had already forgiven him slightly, since her rationality never left her. She understood why he did it, and even though he knew his writing would have consequences, he would not have deliberately caused them to lose a child or potentially never have kids. Besides, Lauren couldn't help but remember it was consequences to his writing that actually brought her to Bo at all. Sure, it had potentially caused the Congo epidemic, but she had solved that problem. She would solve this problem, too. She just hated that anybody else had to suffer so that she could find happiness.

The familiar sounds of upbeat Celtic music filled the rooms at the Dal. Fae of all sorts were cheering and having a good time. They were celebrating Ciara's life. Who could blame them? The woman was amazingly charismatic. Lauren considered her a friend, which was rare for her in this world.

Hale was holding Alexie while Kenzi stood beside him nursing a beer. Trick was standing next to them by Ciara's coffin.

Lauren felt Bo tense, so she squeezed their still entwined hands, sending her wife reassurance that this would be okay. That everything would be okay. They hadn't been back here or seen Trick since he had told Lauren about what he did. Bo eventually came out of her shock and pulled Lauren with her to greet their makeshift family.

"Hey, Bo. Lauren." Kenzi walked forward to greet them. Lauren actually accepted the loose hug, which seemed to surprise everyone there, including Bo. While she and Kenzi were friends now, intimacy between them was not common. She moved out of the awkward, needed embrace to see Kenzi pull Bo into a much tighter hug. Once out of the embrace, Bo moved to stand extremely close and protective against Lauren's side, clasping their hands together again. Lauren could feel Bo's ring digging into her own fingers from the tight grip. "Any word on Dyson?"

"None." Bo wrapped her other hand around Lauren's arm in an extremely possessive and comforting gesture. Bo had been hiding something last night, and Lauren sensed her increased spike of anger and tension when Dyson's name was mentioned. Maybe this was why her knuckles were bloody when she came home last night. Maybe she had heard from Dyson. Bo looked towards the coffin, which caused Lauren to follow her eyesight. "That's such a great photo of her."

"Fairies are so photogenic." Trick looked at them, following their eyesight. They all seemed to be hovering over the coffin, staring at the picture of Ciara on top. "It was hard to pick just one. Dyson sent over a whole box. Don't think he could bear to go through it himself."

"I should have picked him up so he wouldn't have to come alone." Hale stared, not really looking at anything. Alexie slapped his face lightly, which caught his attention. He smiled at the baby in his arms.

"If he comes." Kenzi rubbed her free hand down her son's back, smiling lightly at Hale.

"It's a heavy burden. Losing someone you love. Someone you tried to save." Trick turned to look at Bo, and Lauren could sense her wife's frustration. Bo turned to look at her, which caused Lauren to smile lightly at her to let her know she was okay. They were both obviously thinking back to their previous talk before they left, needing that physical confirmation that they were alive and loved. Bo squeezed their hands together again, her ring digging deeper against Lauren's hand.

"Lauren, when was the last time you saw your bed?" Kenzi stood next to Hale but reached out a hand to Lauren. "And I don't mean with Bo. I mean actual sleep."

"I'll sleep when I can figure out how to cure this blood fever." Lauren looked down at her fingers married between Bo's. The simple comfort in such a warm gesture was not something she was ever that great at in relationships before; it was just so easy with Bo sometimes.

"Well, if anyone can nerd out what we need, it's you, Doc." There was no sarcasm in Kenzi's voice; the young girl was being genuine and not making fun of her nerdiness for a change. This made Lauren smile at her. The music ended and Trick moved to the center of the room, getting everyone's attention before offering a toast to Ciara. Lauren was actually glad that Bo didn't have any alcohol in her hand; she had come home drunk earlier this week, lip split and bruising on her cheeks. It was one of their hurried sessions because Lauren was already frustrated at her wife for coming home late and drunk and disturbing everyone else in the house when she got home.

Lauren understood why Bo did it, but that didn't mean she had to like it. Despite being pregnant, Lauren was glad she didn't have alcohol, either; she needed to remain focused and not allow herself to lose her inhibitions.

The music resumed, and they all seemed to gather away from the coffin. Hale was talking about his family, which always seemed to make Kenzi scoff, probably in remembrance of the uncomfortable "date" when Hale had pretended that they were together for a family dinner a few weeks ago. Lauren had watched Alexie that night, while Bo was out fighting the good fight. That was actually the last time Lauren had taken any type of break from her work, and even then, she had picked it up when the baby laid down for bed.

The music stopped, and they all seemed to follow the fiddle players' line of sight. Dyson had just walked into the bar.

Lauren could see his troubled expression; he was fighting his emotions. It was something with which she was quite familiar. The music started playing again, and Lauren watched Dyson go to stand by the coffin and stare at the picture before placing something down in front of the frame. The doctor in her noticed the familiar signs that he had been in a fight; his eyes were blackened, and his face was cut and scratched in several places. It was not surprising if Dyson had gone looking for a fight to deal with his grief. From the looks, he had gone looking for a fight he knew he wouldn't win. Again, Lauren looked down at Bo's bloodied knuckles.

Bo was still mad at him for pushing Lauren, so it was not surprising that she didn't move to greet him. It did surprise her that Kenzi and Hale stayed in their seats, though. Dyson moved to the bar, looking like a kicked puppy. Lauren moved from her perched spot on the arm of Bo's chair, kissing her wife's head before standing and making her way to Dyson.

She approached him cautiously; not because she was afraid of him, but because she was not sure he would even accept her sympathy. She pulled a glass and a bottle from behind the bartop and undid the cap, as he looked over to notice her before covering his eyes with one hand. His despair was so palpable. Lauren decided this was the perfect time to make their truce official; it was time to honestly be nice to Dyson and try to be a friend to him. He obviously needed a friend.

"Whiskey?" Lauren poured the glass without waiting for his reply. He just seemed to chuckle lightly with his entire body. "My treat."

"You're buying me a drink, huh?" His humor was self-deprecating and sad, as he moved back to his despair. "It really must be the end of the world."

"You don't have to pretend with me." She stared at him and waited for him to make eye contact. His brooding eyes were so strong. It was hard to picture this as the man that antagonized her all those years. "It's not weak to let it out, Dyson. It's human." She watched him look away, knowing how much he was not a fan of humans, especially her. "What I meant was: It takes strength to express your pain. So that you can go on."

Dyson stood up straight from his leaned position against the bar. He didn't do it to show his dominance, though, Lauren noted. He looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, Lauren." He was genuine, as he made strong eye contact. Lauren felt his honesty. He wasn't just apologizing for pushing her last week in the lab. He was apologizing for much more than that.

"Thank you." Lauren stared at him and smiled lightly. It felt refreshing to know they could move past this. He no longer blamed her for Ciara's death, and while they weren't suddenly best friends, they could move on to becoming eventual friends. Well, maybe not friends. Colleagues who didn't hate each other?

Kenzi and Hale came over, and Dyson pulled Kenzi into a hug. It was less awkward than her own with the young girl, which showcased the closeness between the two of them. Moments like this made Lauren realize just how detached she was from the group still. Bo walked over, placing a comforting hand on Lauren's back, just as Dyson walked away from them with a return to his broodiness.

"Hey, ready to go home?" Bo obviously felt the tension and came to rescue her. This time, Lauren was happy that she didn't actually need rescued from Dyson.

"Sure." Lauren pulled her lips together in a tight smile and nodded her head for emphasis. "Kenzi, do you need a ride?"

"Nah, I'll stick around a bit longer. Hale can drive me home later." Kenzi came to stand in front of them, placing a comforting hand on Lauren's arm. She was being extra touchy-feely tonight. Even though Lauren understood why, it was still odd to experience such strong and direct affection from the young girl. "Go home and get some sleep, Doc. Don't let Bo keep you up all night."

"No promises." Bo winked at her best friend, which caused Lauren to roll her eyes in amusement. Bo was so sure of herself sometimes, even in the most inappropriate of places. "It's been a while since I've picked a girl up in a bar and taken her home."

"Bo, let her sleep." Kenzi was smiling, obviously amused. "I'll be home around 9 to put Alexie to bed. Try to get it all out of your system before then."

"That just gives us an hour and a half. That's not enough time." Bo didn't seem to register that she was negotiating sex with someone other than her actual partner and without even knowing she was actually getting any tonight. Lauren wanted to be mad, but she remembered their previous conversation. It was extremely natural to want to transfer their grief and remind each other that they were in love.

"Don't I get a say in this?" Lauren smiled before standing from her spot at the bar. "Sleep. Sex. An hour. A day. Can we just go home?"

"You're right. We're wasting time." Bo stuck her tongue out at Kenzi in an extremely childish manner as she guided Lauren out the door. Again, Lauren couldn't help but chuckle at her wife's attempts to ignore her own grief.

The drive back home was met with silence, which did not falter as they made their way back upstairs at the clubhouse. Carefully placing her suit jacket across the back of the bedroom chair, Lauren moved into the bathroom to brush her teeth and hair. Bo stayed in the bedroom and was removing her shirt, her boots already kicked across the floor, when Lauren had entered back into the room. She just smiled at her wife, loving the exposed torso and black bra that Bo wore, miraculously pushing the girls up in an extremely delicious manner. It was impossible to deny Bo was attractive and that Lauren did want to run her hands down those curves. Bo knew it, too, as she unzipped her leather pants and peeled out of them.

Lauren just watched as she stood by the mirror on the opposite end of the room. Now was not the time to scold Bo for being careless when discarding her clothes, as she kicked the pants under the bed. Bo was standing in her underwear and staring at Lauren, eyebrow arched in a "what are you waiting for" expression. Lauren wasn't even aware that she had finished unbuttoning her dress shirt completely until she felt Bo's eyes move down her body.

There was always something so primal whenever Bo ogled her. The thought excited Lauren, who was frozen in place. Bo came to stand in front of her, pushing blonde curls away from her shoulders as she slowly pushed the dress shirt from Lauren's body. Still, Lauren stayed in place, afraid she would stop Bo's careful ministrations if she moved. She closed her eyes and relished the feeling of Bo's lips pressed against her neck. Bo was being slow and careful, obviously afraid Lauren would stop her, too.

Lauren opened her eyes and made direct eye contact with Bo, as the woman undid her pants and pushed them slowly from her body. If there was such a thing as eye sex, they were definitely in the middle of a very intense eye sex encounter. Neither said a word, keeping their eyes staring, hands barely touching the other's body, as Lauren stepped out of her dress pants. She definitely couldn't scold Bo for leaving her clothes lying around when she couldn't manage to break away from the contact long enough to fold her own.

They both stood in their underwear in the cold room, the winter wind howling against the windows and causing their skin to jump. Still, neither of them broke eye contact.

Bo moved her hands to wrap Lauren's head between them, her fingers massaging Lauren's hair as she pulled her in for a kiss. Lauren closed her eyes again and allowed the slow, sensual kiss. There was nothing desperate about the kiss; there was nothing primal, either. Lauren just felt…loved. It was exactly what they both needed.

They both seemed to realize that Lauren was not going to pull back now. Instead, she moved her hands up to grip Bo's and pull them down from her head before clasping both of their hands together between them. Lauren played with Bo's hands, loving the way Bo's heated skin always flushed brighter when she touched her.

When it felt like Bo couldn't take anymore playing, Lauren moved her hands behind Bo's back to undo her bra. She watched as Bo allowed the straps to fall from her body, and the garment to fall to the floor, exposing herself to Lauren, who could only stare at her wife's chest. Bo obviously sensed her spike in energy upon seeing this; it was something Lauren did not think she would ever tire of seeing. Bo really had an amazing body. Lauren moved to undo and let her own bra fall to the floor, loving how Bo bit her bottom lip to keep herself in check.

Bo stepped forward, pulling Lauren into a full body embrace, breasts mashing together and arms encircling the other. There was nothing hurried about it; they needed the slow lovemaking. It was no longer just about transference and a need to reconnect. This was now about how much they loved each other and needed to express that.

Neither said anything, as Bo pulled her slowly over to the bed. They both crawled under the covers and didn't bother to turn off the bedside lamp. The soft glow illuminated their bodies, as they moved together: kissing; staring; and touching. Bo pulsed her lightly a few times and took some chi a few times. It was a reminder that Lauren had their baby growing inside of her, which was the ultimate expression of love. Bo must have sensed it, too, as she slowly ran her left hand down Lauren's chest and across her abdomen, watching her hand movements before moving her eyes back up to smile at the woman above her. Lauren couldn't see the hand between their bodies, but the feeling caused her to continue her own hands moving inside and around Bo.

Bo pulled her down for an intense, slow kiss that seemed to last until the familiar humming and glowing started to surface as Lauren felt her wife release against her hand. Bo's breathing was heavy, her chest and face flushed. Lauren loved to see the utter pleasure and love cross Bo's expression after she brought her to orgasm. These moments made all of the fighting and grief worth it.

It had been so long since they had made love like this, as Bo rolled their positions. That slow, sensual lovemaking that always made them feel closer. There were still so many things they needed to do and talk about, but these moments were the ones where Lauren allowed herself to be the most vulnerable. She had worked so hard and long lately, her sadness and guilt overburdening her, so the release Bo gave her in turn made Lauren squeak, trying to fight her moan.

When her breathing finally started to calm, more from the intensity than the activity, Lauren felt Bo's hands pushing her hair away from her face and running her fingertips across her face. It was such a relaxing and comforting gesture. Lauren had to fight to keep her eyes open. Bo leaned over to kiss her, body entangled beside her. Soft, whispered "I love yous" were the only thing heard in the room for several minutes before Bo moved her head to lay on Lauren's shoulder. Lauren wrapped her arm to keep Bo close, not quite ready to move her limbs, as her utter calmness finally caused her to fall into a deep slumber.