OKAY! Thanks for holding up on this! You have no idea how many times I sat down and tried to keep going. But you know what made me come back to it? SPOILERS FOR SEASON FOUR!

How COOL was it that it was Kenzi AGAIN the one to go rescue Dyson?! I mean COME ON. SERIOUSLY. And then they give us a LAME-O episode where Hale wants to be "The Best" she's ever had? That's terrible, man! I'd dump his arse in a heartbeat if I'd been in her shoes. Come on, girl! Dyson would NEVER do that shit! These writers… argh! They write amazing episodes, but there's always something I'd change in them.

There are still people who say "Yuck! Dyson/Kenzi are like brother and sister! They don't/shouldn't/can't! kiss!" Um. Excuse me. Compare the looks those two give each other to the looks Hale and Kenzi share. I rest my case.

SO! New, LONG! chapter! I felt like ending it on several points, but I kept going because I wanted to give you some love! Keep sending me my juice, and I'll upload a new chapter in a shorter time than three months, I swear!

Enjoy!

I don't own Lost Girl, but I wish I worked in its Writer's Lounge and maybe throw a few plot points to them, to make it go the way I want it to!

6: Second and Third Sense: Hearing & Smell

"There's no cure for him," Trick said.

He seriously underestimates her stubbornness, Kenzi thinks. Doesn't he remember her saving Dyson's love not that long ago? Even after everything had seemed lost, she had gone above and beyond to save him, and had managed to do it pretty well… considering.

If you only think about 'getting him his love' back, then that had been a rotund success. But… not so much everything that had happened because of that. For if she hadn't gone to the Norn, then she wouldn't have had Inari's essence spilled all over her, and she wouldn't have been kidnapped by a psycho Kenzi wannabe.

She wouldn't have gotten hurt and Dyson wouldn't have tried to save her. It was all her fault that he was like this (she refused to believe he was dying.) There was no point moping about something that would never happen. Kenzi wouldn't lose him. She'd die first.

There was always something to do when all else seemed lost. She'd come to learn this the hard way, doing things to save her own behind, things that she will never, ever, let any of her friends find out.

To all of them, she was spunky, perky, awesome Kenzi. Best to leave it that way than to admit to things she kept buried at the bottom of her brain.

Kenzi pushes her shoulders back, infusing her voice with the strength she lacks. "So, I'm the only one he'll listen to, right?" she asks Trick.

Trick looks at her, then at Bo behind him, and back. The stone in his throat is not yet gone; he has to push at it hard to be able to speak. "For now, yes," he pauses. Kenzi can still see his eyes gleaming. "Your voice is the only one his brain will register. But we're still in an early stage, so if you could tell him to listen, to see us too, then I'm sure he'll understand."

"Maybe…" starts Lauren, taking a step forward, "maybe you could tell him to be still so I can take a blood sample?"

The memory of Dyson's face shifting the second Lauren tried to stick a needle into his arm is very fresh in Kenzi's mind. For a second she was able to see a face that had scared many now transformed into a ruined mask. The hollowness of his eyes, the greyness in his hair and paleness of his skin… more than scare them to death, it had made them all the more anxious, seeing its previous glory gone.

She had not known how much of a hold she had on him until then, when on an impulse she had jumped forwards to keep him from doing Lauren any harm. The sudden movement had caused her to flinch from pain, doubling over and immediately attracting Dyson's attention.

His appearance might look weak, but he certainly wasn't, at least not yet. The spell needed him strong. Before letting Kenzi fall to the floor, his entire body had wrapped around hers of its own accord, gripping it gently (her body language had screamed silent words of pain at him and he didn't want to add to her injuries). His mask of hatred had faded and the gentleness Kenzi could always see in his eyes had resurfaced.

He was still in there, she knew, and she would not let him go.

Shifting in her seat, she straightens her spine, making sure she looks as tough as she wants the others to think she is. Her eyes focus solely on Dyson, her heart sets intently on saving him one more time.

The stitches in her legs throb with renewed pain and Kenzi can feel them opening, feel them bleeding. And she knows by the way Dyson's nostrils flare, by how he moves about in his seat, breaking eye contact with her, that he can sense the blood seeping out of her too.

And so it is beyond anyone's power to stop the force that becomes him, overwhelming his mind and his spirit. The rational part of him processes this one moment: his friends' too slow movements for his quick reflexes; Trick's sorrowful expression; Hale's attempt at using his siren power on his impervious ears (really, hasn't he caught on to the fact that he can only hear Kenzi by now?).

But the side of him that's quickly succumbing to the spell is what's fuelling him. It's what's driving him to her side, making him comfort her because he's seeing her wincing, he's hearing her sharp intakes of breath, he's smelling the fresh blood under the gauze on her leg and he wants to make it stop.

He kneels in front of her. Bo doesn't like the hungry look in his eyes, not one bit, and even though Lauren's still beside her, with what little strength she's got left, Bo jumps up from her armchair and lunges at Tamsin, locking her in place with her arms on her shoulders and her lips on the Valkyrie's. She pulls back, drawing Tamsin's powerful essence along.

Both Lauren and Tamsin know this is what Bo needs right now, so neither makes a move to stop her. Lauren has resigned herself to staring from the side lines as her girlfriend feeds, but she has no idea what this little innocent act is making Tamsin feel.

The girl is getting more confused as the days go by. She has to give herself a quick reminder that is nothing more than a favour for her new friend. She surprises herself again with that thought. Never mind that she's the only one thinking it. It just feels… good.

It is over in a few seconds and it leaves Bo in a much better state than before. She is not in her prime, not by a long shot, but it'll have to make do. Remembering the beat up Dyson gave her at the Dal's cellar, Bo approaches him loudly, wishing he'll hear her. She drops herself beside him just when Dyson's lifting his too-huge-to-grab-Kenzi-lightly hands (never thinking that hurting her is the last thing on his mind; the spell will keep her alive… for now). Both of Bo's hands trap Dyson's.

The wolf man is left wondering why he can't move his arms, but catching a whiff of Kenzi's blood is what it takes to take him back to La La Land. That scent he knows so well, of flowers made of vanilla, he can smell it now, being this close to her. He knows this is the genuine Kenzi from the quality of the smell. It is such an enchanting aroma, mixing with the scent of her own blood.

"I don't think he'll hurt me," Kenzi says to Bo.

The words… they are familiar in his brain. He can still make sense of them. He can understand most of her sentence. But he wonders who the He she's talking about is. Who would dare hurt his Kenzi?

"But that's exactly what he'll do to you, Kenz. He may not do it willingly, but the spell is forcing his hand. It will not rest until he's tasted your blood. You know that. Do you want Trick to go over what could happen to you –to the both of you- if we let Dyson get too close?"

Kenzi shakes her head, dismissing the idea of Dyson killing her just because a stupid spell tells him to. "He's stronger than that, Bo. Do you honestly believe Dyson would kill me?"

Dyson… that's a name he knows. Why does he know it?

Ah. Because it's his. But there's no possible way Kenzi's talking about him killing her. And now her scent is getting so strong, too strong, it clouds all else. As she looks at him, she cannot know about the pheromones leaving her body, speaking to him in a language he knows just perfectly.

It is all he needs to know. Her lovely scent, her peaceful heartbeat, her beautiful voice… she won't give up on him, not yet. So he cannot give up on her.

Bo looks up at Dyson again and sees a confused look in his face. She can't possibly know what's going on in his mind, but at this moment, she's certain he won't hurt her. Lauren presses a hand on her shoulder, and Bo releases Dyson's hands. Instead of strangling her, like she thought he'd do, he simply lets them fall on his lap.

Lauren walks over to his other side, pushing her black doctor's bag over the floor, making as much noise as she can by bumping it into several pieces of furniture.

Kenzi knows it's time to test her abilities. Without having to look around, she senses the others arranging themselves in a circle around them: Tamsin at her right, Trick at her left and Hale directly in front of her and behind the kneeled down wolf.

She closes her eyes, trying to concentrate, as if what she's about to do requires having an actual Fae power. This should be easy, she's done it before, she can do it again. But she'll need his help this time. She is positive that in order to save him, he'll have to put his two cents in too. And damn if she'll let him give up before she's had a chance to make this right.

The world around her is gone. Faded into a blurred state in her consciousness. All she sees is a broken down Dyson, staring up at her as if she were the most brilliant star in the sky.

"You're going to be fine, Dyson," she says. Her voice is soft, but really, she doesn't need to speak louder since he can't hear anything but her. "I'll make sure of it, okay?"

That's it, what he was hoping for: her permission for him to speak. The neurons in his brain make the connection and he's blurting out a response. "Okay." She's set in motion something buried deep down in him. Something he holds on to with a passion. A defence mechanism.

He blinks once. He used to love Bo, before she moved on. He blinks twice. He sees Kenzi going back for him when everyone else had left him to fight off the Garuda on his own. He blinks a third time, seeing Kenzi's smile in a million different shades in his mind's eye. She said he'll be fine, and the way she said it, the special way her tongue rolled over to form his name, the softness of her voice, her steely blue eyes fixed on him as she promised him this… he blinks a fourth time, imagining what it feels like to hold her, not like he had before, but hold her with more meaning, burying his nose in her hair, in the crook of her neck, stealing a kiss from her lips.

There's a construction site in his mind. He's in charge and he's fighting hard to make that wall as sturdy as he can. He'll need all the help he can get to get that demon out of him, out of his head, and he's sure Kenzi will be there every step of the way, picking up the fallen bricks and putting them back where they belong. He swears that in his many years on this earth, no one has ever fought as hard for him as the woman in front of him; which means he'll have to fight harder than ever to earn a place in her life.

"Dyson," she says. This time he doesn't have to struggle to focus. His mind is one hundred per cent in the here and now. She's looking at him so sweetly, he can't help but to smile at her a lovely smile.

In the back of his mind he can feel it, a change inside him, a rage against the darkness. His heart beats faster, and he smiles even more knowing she's the cause of that. Even some colour returns to his face and he doesn't look so ghastly anymore, to everyone's surprise. Kenzi's already big eyes light up, two huge beacons attracting him to safe shores.

She's noticed the change in him, and his smile is so contagious, she smiles back without meaning to.

Some more blood rushing through him, bringing life into him. There goes her heart's song again, and that lovely aroma she's releasing into the air. It makes him go crazy. But he stays put, a soldier waiting for her command.

"We wanna make you better, all of us," says Kenzi, gesturing to the group assembled around them. "But you have to let us. Lauren wants to draw some blood from you, to make medicine for you. Promise you won't try to off her?"

Always so eloquent. Dyson chuckles, startling his friends. He knows what effect his words will have on them, but it's Kenzi he centres his attention on. "Of course I won't 'off' the doctor, Kenzi," he says in his low, rumbling voice.

His eyes never leave hers and she finds she's having trouble breathing. Dyson offers his left arm to Lauren, who quickly sets to work with Bo looking over to make sure Dyson's not bluffing. Lauren, however, is not so sure what's going on, so she takes the blood as fast as humanly possible.

"Done!" she exclaims, jumping as far from Dyson as she can. She tucks the vial of blood in her bag and puts it in the kitchen, far from anyone's reach.

"That was good, wolf man," Kenzi looks relieved and Dyson's happy he made her feel better. "You remember the rest of the gang, yes?"

"Yes." But he has no intention of addressing anyone but her. On second thought… if he means to get better, then he should do more to keep building that wall in his mind.

Dyson turns to look at Bo. He's never seen her this distressed. Hungry, yes. Ill and on the verge of dying, many times. But the concern masking her beautiful face… it is deeper than ever before. And he knows he's causing it.

"I'm okay, Bo. I'll be fine. Right, Kenzi?" he asks, looking back at her.

"Of cours-" she begins.

She hadn't expected Trick to be that fast. The man literally flew to catch her hand before it landed on Dyson's face. Trick nearly knocked Bo to the side, but that was the least of his worries.

"Trick, what the hell?" Bo asks, raising her hands.

"Sorry, Kenzi. No touching. That goes for you too, Dyson. Understand?"

Yes. He did understand, very much so, and as much as it caused him severe agony not to be able to caress the gorgeous female sitting a breath away, he knew Trick was right.

Kenzi pushes Trick away, gaining control of her limb once more.

"Yeah, Trick, what the eff?"

"The spell is getting strong, twining itself with Dyson's nervous system. If you so much as lay a finger on him, it could make him relapse. He seems to be fine now, and we want to keep him that way." Trick looks pointedly at Dyson, like a father chastising his son. "Lucid."

"Okay, I think I got it!" screams Lauren from the kitchen.

Without anyone noticing, she'd set up a mini-lab there. The grinning blonde is now coming directly towards Dyson, a winning smile plastered to her face and a syringe in her right hand. If she's feeling this confident, he thinks, then let's have it. It couldn't hurt him more than he already was.

"Dyson, I'm gonna need your arm."

Her left hand waits for him to comply. He rests his elbow on top of it, the crook of his arm facing up. Just as she's ready to plunge the needle, Dyson stops her.

"Will this hurt, doc?"

"Um… it… well, I think it shouldn't. I've never faced something like this before."

"Lauren wouldn't hurt you, Dyson," comes Kenzi's gentle voice. And it's all the incentive he needs.

He nods, a signal to let Lauren know she can proceed. The needle breaking his skin feels like a mosquito bite, but what's amazing is what he feels next. Acting like an energetic booster, the cocktail the doc put together feels like a thousand tiny workers have come to help him on his construction site. The wall builds itself faster and thicker. His immune system is re-booted, and everything starts working as it should in the body of an Alpha male.

"Hmm," he mumbles, smiling.

Tamsin swings a leg over the back of the sofa, then her other leg, until she's sitting beside Kenzi, looking at him in astonishment.

He can get better, if not for himself, for her. He'll do anything to survive this and figure out what his heart is so desperate to make him understand.

His transformation is visible to the human eye. His colour comes back, his muscles look healthier and his sight's not as unfocused as before. If she could, Kenzi would pat herself on the back for being right once again. But looking at her wolf man getting better before her eyes is reward enough.

She'll have to help the others find a more permanent cure for him, because she's absolutely sure she won't last much longer without being able to touch him. Her hands burn with the desire to roam over his body, his face and lips.

She lets herself fall into her fantasy and imagines a scenario where no one's dying and it's just the two of them. Dyson would whisper in her ear and tell her how sorry he is for not realising she was there all along, and then his lips would burn a trail all over her neck until they reached her lips…

"Kenzi," says Bo. "You look a little flustered. Come on, I'll take you upstairs."

The heat in Kenzi's cheeks deepens as she realises her mistake. She let herself get too carried away and of course Bo was able to feel it!

"Um…" She doesn't want to leave Dyson's side, but what else can she do?

"You should get some rest, Kenzi," Hale tells her. "I'll make sure Dyson gets home safely."

Geez, does everyone have a horny-scale in them?

"Go." Dyson's gruff voice is a soft order. He seems to be okay, Lauren's medicine must have done something to him. "I need the rest too."

"Okay, then. I'll see you tomorrow." And she lets Tamsin help her up, while Bo places her hand in the small of her back.

Neither knows this, but both Kenzi and Dyson wish it was him resting his big hand on her skin. Dyson may not be a succubus, but the increase in Kenzi's pheromones works better than any imagined fantasy for him. It's his want of her what manages to start breaking cracks in his wall.

After all, Dyson and the spell are both after the same thing. He just doesn't know how badly, yet.