Okay, peeps! Sorry for the long - looong - wait. I can't focus on these two too much lately. They've ran away from my mind. Still, I wanted to give you something, however short this is, because many of you keep telling me to update and I feel terribly bad about it!

Tell me if you liked this, and maybe it'll help kick-start my muse again!

I don't own Lost Girl, but I do wish I owned Kenzi's killer outfits!

5: Second Sense: Hearing – Part Two

Dyson's been stone still ever since he heard her voice. He remembered it, yes, in his mind; but right now it feels like he's listening to it for the first time ever. It has a sort of melody to it, doesn't it?

Yes, it goes up and down and up again like verses in a song. It reverberates inside his ears, goes up to his brain and lodges itself up in there. Two or three minutes ago he decided that there was no point in trying to decipher what the other voices were saying. Honestly, who cares about them?

They have sat him down in the armchair opposite her. There he's close enough to her that he won't have a fit, but far enough in case he breaks down and goes all ballistic on her.

This is a thought that is on everyone's minds: The possibility of Dyson caving into the spell's wishes and effectively killing Kenzi. Or rather… it's present in all of them but one.

Still in her previous place at the sofa, Kenzi can't take her eyes off the man changing right before her eyes. She's sure he's lost some hair off his face since entering the room looking like a zombie. Always a great actress, she's artfully supressing her emotions, showing nothing but a clear poker face.

Thoughts of going away, of getting to a place where she actually belongs and leaving all of this behind have made themselves known to her many times before, but now they've rooted themselves at the front of her skull. She couldn't say how many times she's screwed things up, how many fucked up situations she's gotten her friends into.

Every one of her messes flashes before her eyes, and that sense of guilt threatens to break her. But this time it's different, oh so very much.

Dyson is dying, they've told her as much, and she simply cannot bear the thought.

She can't imagine losing her wolfman; whatever will she do without her rock? Yes, Bo's her family now… no, she's more than that, but…

Dyson's her man. Kenzi takes a deep sigh as she realises that he's the only man she's ever trusted in her life. She thinks of Nate, of their time together back when things seemed to be going well. With him, life seemed easier… But she knows, though, that she never really trusted him; couldn't and wouldn't, if she's honest with herself.

Few (very few) are the people tying her wandering spirit to this one place. Losing one of her reasons to stay is scary. Having that reason be Dyson… she can literally feel how her heart starts cracking from the outside in.

There's a gentle hand on her shoulder, shaking her out of her thoughts. She clears her throat, burying her sadness, pretending to have been struck by a feeble coughing fit.

"Sorry, what?" she says, realising that Trick had been talking to her. Her eyes don't leave Dyson's vacant ones.

Having left the Dal in the hands of a capable friend, Trick has rushed through town to get some very strange, very expensive herbs. He hopes that with Lauren's help, he'll be able to buy Dyson some more time. He's only recently accepted that Lauren's contributions to Fae medicine are valid, but still. She's no Fae doctor, no matter how hard she studies them. Right now, though, she might be the only person suited to help him.

"I was saying," Trick goes on, letting his hand drop on his knee, "that we don't have much time. He's in the second stage already. And from what I know of this spell, it could turn into something pretty nasty, pretty soon."

A collective sigh rounds the room. The gang's all here; even Hale gave up his Ash duties for the day to be by his friend's side. From his place behind Dyson, he tries to remain rock solid. But, like everyone else, this knowledge is harder to digest than anything they've ever known, and no one is doing a very nice job at staying calm, other than Kenzi.

Seriously, Bo's afraid for Dyson, but she's terrified for Kenzi. She hasn't seen her act normally ever since Trick came in and started explaining to her what was going on. This is a side of Kenzi Bo has never known. A completely calm and collected statue has taken over her friend and she has no idea what it'll take to get Kenzi back.

Bo can feel how losing Dyson is going to impact on her, she's never been oblivious to their interactions; Bo knows that even if Kenzi has never acknowledged it, her feelings for the alpha wolf go way deeper than she lets on.

She fears that this might be the final straw, the drop that fills her friend's glass and makes her tip over, into the abyss.

Lauren takes a step forward, feeling the need to break the tension.

"Trick," she says, "you said you'd brought some herbs with you? You think maybe we could concoct something to counteract this spell?"

Trick takes a small bottle out of his leather vest and hands it over to her. "It a mixture of dried aconite and powder of dried mermaid scales."

Bo brings her eyes up. "Aconite?"

Her voice scares her grandfather, she sounds so exhausted and brittle. Trick looks up at Lauren, and for the first time ever, the two hold a silent discussion. Trick knows from the way Lauren's looking at him, that nothing she's done has managed to get Bo to feed. Of course, he knows his granddaughter well enough by now to know that she wouldn't go hunting during a situation like this.

"Wolfsbane," he tells her. "It grows stronger in the north, battling the snow under the moonlight. It's unlike anything I could grow in my back yard."

"Of course," Tamsin's voice resounds from the background. "Wolfsbane to get his wolf to lower his defences, and mermaid scales to kick-start his healing process."

"That's the idea, yes," Trick replies, looking over his shoulder at the woman sitting at the kitchen area. "But we'll need some of his blood, too."

Bo shakes her head. "Uh, uh. No way. Lauren already tried that and Dyson almost bit her arm off." She's too tired to stand, the only thing she can do to guard her girlfriend is place her hand against her leg, almost trying to reel her in. She's lost her strength, though, and can do nothing to keep Lauren from moving away from her.

"Okay," Lauren says, determined. "What do I do, Trick?"

"You? Nothing. I'm not surprised by what Bo's saying. Right now, the only one Dyson will listen to, the only one who has any chance of getting him to do something, is Kenzi."

All eyes fall on her, each pair determining how frail she is, examining her bruises and guessing her internal injuries. Kenzi turns around, finally breaking eye contact with Dyson and looking at Trick.

"You're serious?" she asks. "I can fix him?"

Bo shifts uncomfortably in her seat, huffing. "Trick, what are you saying? Can she?"

Before he can say anything more, his defeated sigh tells them all they need to know. His shoulders slump, his features fall and he just can't be strong anymore.

He doesn't want to look up, he doesn't want them to see him like this, but it's useless because his tears are already falling down his cheeks, and Bo's breath is so loud in his ears it's all he can hear. If anything, it breaks him down even more.

His voice is all but gone. He has to swallow loudly to clear his throat. "No," he says, through tears and rocks that form in his mouth and fall all the way to his stomach. "There's no cure for him." Trick's gaze turns to his friend, but Dyson doesn't even pay him attention. "I'm sorry," Trick tells him.

But Dyson is too far gone to hear him.