The blonde wasn't stable.

Bo gave a little bit of chi back.

But the life force wouldn't do it's only job.

Give life.

The blonde put out her hands, trying to stop the relentless Succubus.

"I won't let you die, I've just found you," the brunette pleaded.

"No Succubus, I just found you. So I'm not about to let you go. You've been without strength for too long,"

Bo looked offended by the statement.

"I'm a big girl I think I can-" before finishing, the brunette felt a shortage of breath and became light headed, "survive t-two years without-"

"Two years Bo?"

The Brunette's face changed and she felt the need to defend herself.

"I'm tougher than I look Tamsin!"

The blonde's eyes began to well up and her whole demeanor softened. Tamsin grasped Bo's face gingerly and with her last bit of strength, tenderly brought herself up to kiss the beautiful woman above her.

It surprised the Succubus being that she was just yelling at the blonde beforehand, yet she couldn't help but melt into the moment.

Breaking the gesture but obtaining her position, the Valkyrie whispered onto Bo's lips, "Bo...it's been fifty years. I've been searching for you for fifty years."

This made the brunette angry with confusion. She dropped the blonde's head unto the floor with a loud band, causing Tamsin to cringe and weaken even more so.

"Lauren….oh god, Kenzi," realisation had kicked in.

"I'm sorry Bo, truly I am."

"Stop! Stop calling me Bo that's not you, what happened to Succuslut and Hotpants huh?"

Tamsin held up her hands slowly, "Please stop yelling...it really hurts."

Bo took her turn in holding the other woman closely now.

"Aren't you supposed to be some big, bad Valkyrie?" Both faes released a breathy almost inaudible chuckle at the question.

"I was you know, a big bad Valkyrie. The baddest. The strongest. The best. And not to mention p-pretty badass."

"I think you might have mentioned it," the brunette equipped with a wink. "So tell me all mighty Valkyrie...what changed?"

Tamsin was fading in and out of lucidness now. "Tamsin?"

"I changed. You changed me. But if it's all the same to you, I'd like to not be interrogated before I die-"

"You're not going to die," Bo cut in quickly, "I won't let you."

Tasmin grasped the Succubus's right hand hand tightly, "Please."

"No. It's out of the question, I'll get you out of here."

The blonde's eyes narrowed and her nose scrunched into her signature contortion.

"Do you even know where we are? It took me four days just to drive out here from the nearest airport, which is another three days from the closest town. Bo, just hear me out… please?"

Bo squeezed back ten fold as she nodded in compliance.

"I've spent my last life, borrowed time, searching for you. I knew that after Brazenwood...I knew something had to be wrong-"

"Well don't you know how to boost a girl's confidence," Bo cut in again.

"Please Bo," Tamsin pleaded, more stern this time. She nodded once more and mouthed an apology.

"I've never you know… like um… like really truly felt something I guess. Of course I had no control over my actions at that moment in time, must have been that blasted machine, but I felt something nonetheless. That's more than I can say for anyone else in all of my many lifetimes."

As Bo opened her mouth in response, Tamsin covered it with her own in return.

Their lips fit each others perfectly.

It was soft.

It was wet.

It was… terribly uncharacteristic.

"Are you going to let me finish or not?" The Valkyrie whispered against the Succubus's eager mouth.

Their eyes met. Bo's eyes black with desire and fear. Tamsin's a lifeless pale green pigmented with concern.

"Not if you're going to punish me like that each time."

More than anything Bo had wanted something to be real, be here. She wanted to feel someone, thoroughly. It had been far too long since human contact. Since the feeling of someone's body on hers. Since the feeling of someone's lips on hers. Since the feeling of someone at all.

But not now. Not like this.

All the brunnette longed for at this moment, was for this to be fake.

Tamsin isn't really here. Please. NO. Not like this.

"Bo?" The woman's mental battle had been rather obvious.

"You're not really here are you?"

"I am."

"But you can't be."

"But I am."

"But you can't be!"

"But I am."

"BUT YOU CAN'T BE!"

Tamsin slipped a dagger from her left boot and sliced a vein on her wrist open.

"Bo I'm here! I've spent the last fifty years of my life searching for you, and I'm here! I've loved you since the day we rescued Dyson from Taft! When I saw you see your mother, and when I saw how much that hurt you, and when I saw how damn hard you work to save the ones you care for I knew! I knew how much I cared for you! And I knew that I couldn't live another day in my miserable life without you! If you could see yourself, just for a day, you'd see how everyone else sees you. And my god, you are freaking beautiful! You're a goddamn mess, but beautiful nonetheless. You're beautiful, and I hope that one day you believe it. Your existence gives me peace. Words fall short whenever I want to tell you how special you are to me, but all I can say is, that my world is full of smiles whenever I think of you. And this," Tamsin motioned to her wrist, "is to prove that I am most definitely here. Most definitely alive. Most definitely in love with you."

A silence as deadly as the Spanish flu fell over the two.

The water stopped dripping.

"Tamsin, I-"
"You don't have to answer. The keys are in my right pocket, take the truck and follow the map taped to the driver's side windshield. Get as far away from here as possible. I'll bleed out in moments, this has just sped things up a bit."

"Are you insane? What happened to the Tamsin I know? The Tamsin I thought about every day until I forgot all details of her face. What happened to you? To the woman I love?"

"You...l-love me?"

"No. I don't love you."

"Oh," Tamsin felt her eyes burn with surfacing tears.

"I love Tamsin," Bo held the blonde in her arms and ghosted her fingers past every inch of her pale skin, "You aren't Tamsin. You can't be."

"But I am."

"But you can't possibly be."

"I'm here for you."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I'm here for you."

"Not helping."

"But I am."

"So you say."

"I am."

"But what does that mean? What does this mean? How can any of this possibly be happening?"

Tamsin took out a nicely folded piece of paper from her left pocket and handed it to Bo.

"The key," she said, "drivers side, follow the map."

"I'm not following."

"Before you open this. Before you read this, I have to tell you something. I know now that you love me-well Tamsin- and this changes things. Everything actually. You weren't supposed to love me."

"Now I'm really lost."

"Isabeau Dennis, I just want you, that's all. All of your flaws, mistakes, smiles, giggles, jokes, sarcasm. Everything. I just want you. That being said, if you open that paper, everything will fall apart around you. If you open that you can't go back. If you don't, then you leave here, leave me, and go home. Go back to Toronto. Back to your private investigation firm. Back to Dyson, Trick, and the rest of the fae. You can live your life," Tamsin caressed Bo's cheek with her hand, "If you do open it then you can be with Kenzi, Lauren, and me if you'd like. It would be amazing, but limited. It's terribly difficult to explain really."

"Then I'll open it of course!-"

"Wait. If you do so, you won't be able to be...you anymore."

"Me? You mean, Succubus?"

"I'm afraid so."

"No more sex addiction, no more beauty."

"Hey, no," Tamsin kissed Bo sweetly, "don't say that. Before I met you I never knew what it was like to look at someone and smile for no reason. And I hate like...everyone."

"Okay?"

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Together?" Bo posed.

"Together." Tamsin agreed.

The two grasped each end of the paper, and opened it gingerly.