A/N~ So here is the second chapter. There have been several questions about what has been going on with Bo, I kind of hint at what is going on with her. If you squint and look at it sideways and you may figure it out. Yes Vex will be appearing eventually. He is mentioned in this chapter. Please read, enjoy and review. As previously stated I will be posting this story every other Wednesday. ~A

Chapter 2

Its about two weeks later and Dyson has been in bed about an hour and a half. After being up for nearly three days straight. They had been investigating a human/fae trafficking ring. The woman who had been in charge of the ring, was a very prominent council member. This made the investigation more than challenging they had to have proof before the council would even allow the arrest.

Dyson of course could get around that using the human police but he was trying to keep from causing problems among the ranks as many of them were watching him closely and suspiciously. He had been on the surveillance detail and the case had finally broken when an epidemic of fae flu had apparently infected the fae that were being held. The cops had arrived just as the council member had decided this batch of fae weren't worth the trouble anymore.

They had managed to rescue the human and fae she was holding, got the council member on trafficking and attempted murder of 25 human and fae. The paperwork was murder in itself, no pun intended. After getting by without showering for three days and about four and a half hours of sleep. Dyson was contemplating murder himself when someone came and was pounding on his door at 2:13 am.

To find the succubus on his doorstep when he had very deliberately been avoiding her for the past couple of weeks since the incident at the Dahl was unpleasant to say the least. When she barged in without being invited and expected a little sexual healing?

Dyson spoke through clenched teeth, "I'm not in the mood right now, Bo"

OH, I can fix that and with that she latched onto his lips and grabbed his bare arms. He could feel her trying to use her powers on him. The problem was he only felt it as a cool tingle along his skin. There wasn't any sexual feeling or pleasure in it. Apparently the succubus didn't notice this, as she continued trying to push him towards the nearest flat surface.

Dyson gripped her by the arms and pushed her back rather forcefully. "I said I'm not in the mood right now Bo."

The succubus looked at him with a rather hurt and confused look but before she could say anything, he added, "Maybe you should try to find Lauren you know your lover?"

"Oh is that what it is?" Bo said as if she had just come to a revelation, "You're jealous." The look of disgust Dyson gave her had the young fae recoiling a little.

"No Bo. You haven't noticed, that Lauren and I are friends. I don't sleep with friends, girlfriends. Apparently you don't have that problem." Dyson guided the slightly struggling young woman towards the door of his apartment and added, "You should leave now."

"But I still need…"

Dyson interrupted before she could finish, "I don't care. Not anymore. Go find someone you don't know to sleep with." he said as he shoved her back out the door as he locked it behind her before adding as he leaned his back against the door and muttered, "If you can."

Awake and worked up now, Dyson decided to go for a run to try and work off the aggression that the succubus had instilled in him in their short encounter. He changes into some running shorts and trainers and grabs his Ipod to try and think of something more pleasant. Kenzi's running music was what he played. Not that the goth ever ran for pleasure to his knowledge but she had chosen a play list for him to use.

Running in the wee hours of the morning had its pros and cons. Pro nobody else was out jogging, walking their dogs or anything else for that matter. Con was the potential for a mugger. Pro was the potential for a mugger. If some idiot wanted to take on a worked up aggressive werewolf, more power to them. He needed an outlet…one that wasn't sex with a succubus. Con he's probably have to stop running to bury the body. Pro more exercise. Con he was getting off track, he was supposed to be figuring out what was going on with himself here.

He had run for a couple of miles before it occurred to him what he was feeling. It was the same way he had felt when the Norn had stolen his love, but not quite. Perhaps that's why Bo's power hadn't worked on him this morning. The problem was that having meaningless sex with the succubus had never bothered him before. Not technically true he had always wanted more with Bo. Not something she reciprocated but this time he just hadn't been remotely interested. His dreams of Kenzi were way more interesting than he had been in Bo earlier.

He wonders though if his current restlessness while not Norn related might be fae related. Although he had been avoiding the Dahl in order to avoid the succubus, he figured it was about time to revisit his old haunt, and the Blood King for a little advise.

After returning to his place for a quick shower and a change of clothes the werewolf headed out to the fae Way Station. It was nearly five in the morning and the pub was still doing business by the time Dyson arrived. The world weary Trick was listening to a bit of gossip from a pair of satyrs who were passing through. When he saw Dyson though he excused himself and headed over to the bar.

He held a bottle up of Dyson's usual drink of choice but the werewolf was still too worked up for that to be a good idea, and shook his head. A concerned expression passed over the barkeeps face as he came over and said, "Coffee?" when he noted the time.

Even the thought of caffeine didn't seem like a good idea to the admittedly fidgety fae as once again he shook his head, asking for hot tea instead. Really concerned now the bar keep went behind the bar to the kitchen, he was gone for several minutes. Giving the cop time to survey the crowd, a couple of fae he recognized he nodded his head in greeting. The rest were either fae he didn't recognize or didn't associate with for one reason or another.

When the Blood King returned he was carrying a wooden tray with what Dyson was willing to bet was an antique tea service set on it. Patrons parted before the older fae as he headed through the bar to the stairs that led down to his apartment.

When thy finally got settled the werewolf didn't waste time as he was being served he asked Trick. "Are there any prophecies that might explain why I'm feeling so…edgy?" he asked baldly.

The Blood King looks at the younger fae with some concern, "How long have you felt this way? When did the feelings start?"

"It started shortly after the night that Kenzi sacrificed herself," he said a little harshly. There were other ways to describe that night to be sure but to Dyson that was the one event that defined that night to him and it was the primary thing he couldn't get over about the past several months.

The bar keep stared at his friend for several minutes, while quietly sipping at the hot brew. Finally he set the porcelain cup back on the saucer. Standing he walked over to his desk and after a series of touches here and movements of certain drawers, a hidden drawer popped out of the side of the cabinetry. Trick reached into the secret drawer and pulled out a very old leather bound volume.

He came and sat back down, before finally speaking to the werewolf. "When I was the Blood King I made several prophecies that sill haven't come to be…yet." He handed over the journal he had just retrieved and said, "You look through this, some of them may resonate with you. Keep it as long as you need, just do all of us a favor and don't let it fall into the wrong hands."

Dyson looked into the other fae's eyes and asked, "Including Bo?"

"Especially Bo," the older fae said succinctly.

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Dyson had been standing outside of Lauren's apartment that she had been sharing with Bo. He had been standing there for nearly half an hour, reassuring himself that Bo was not in residence while Lauren still was. Although he and Lauren had become surprisingly good friends since the incident with the Inari. He always felt like the third wheel when the three of them were together for any length of time. Not to mention if he were honest he still wasn't over what had happened between he and the succubus in the past few weeks.

Lauren still loved the succubus despite her many flaws or maybe because of them. Either way he still wanted some company and also to pick the lady doctor's mind just without the benefit of her girlfriends presence. He just had to figure out a way to have the doctor keep their discussion between the two of them. He wasn't above manipulating Lauren's doctor/patient privilege to accomplish that goal.

He was convinced that the succubus was not in residence when he went and knocked on the door. The doctor was happy to see him as she had managed to have a day off from the light fae clinic which rarely happened and made him even more amazed at the missing succubus. Normally the two of them would be shacked up and not leaving the bathroom except for bathroom breaks and to get food for the human to keep up her strength.

It was late afternoon and Lauren by her slightly flushed porcelain cheeks and reddened eyes and nose was either sick or had been crying. The fact that she was already nursing a glass of single malt, an excellent one from the smell. Told Dyson that the human probably needed a friend more than anything at the moment. She poured him a glass of the dark amber whiskey and settled down before clinking her glass with his own, as she said, "To the gone but never forgotten."

He didn't answer as he watched her take a deep sip of the fiery liquid. She picked up an envelope that sat on the side table and held it up for him to see as Lauren explained, "Photos. They were from our beach trip with Kenzi. I had them developed and was looking at them…. Bo said they meant nothing and I should throw them away because Kenzi was gone."

Dyson felt his blood heat up and his vision began to go red. Then he heard Lauren's next words, "Dyson, don't. I think it's just her way of grieving." The werewolf didn't agree with her assessment. He had seen Bo's eyes both a the Dahl and at his apartment and he knew there was something not there that had been before Kenzi had sacrificed herself. Something vital that had been there when Bo had chosen the human side shortly after they had first met. He didn't call the human doctor on her belief in the succubus though.

"So lets see these photos," he requested with a little half smile.

Lauren pulled the photos out of their protective sleeve. There were a few photos of the three girls in their cover-ups as they first arrive at the beach. There were the requisite beauty shots of the beach itself. Then there were the romantic shots of Lauren and Bo together being all mushy as Kenzi had put it. These were probably done by the goth girl herself. Casual, candid and very romantic.

Then there were the ones of the girls in their bathing suits. Lauren was wearing a pale almost ice blue one piece with white trim. Bo in a black one piece, her curves and naturally olive toned skin showed off to best advantage. Kenzi was a surprise, as the usually very covered-up goth girl was wearing a black bikini. The skimpy suit showed yards of skin that had usually been covered up in her usual style. Including more than a few parts that the werewolf had never seen before.

Like the mark that was on her right thigh.

The picture showed a scantily clad Kenzi sunbathing on a beach towel at the beach and the young woman seemed to be asleep when the human, and he could only guess it was Lauren had taken the picture. Her head pillowed on her crossed arms, her limbs shiny with suntan lotion, her usually pale skin flushed with warm color. Her upper thigh covered with their soul mark.

He knows it's their soul mark and not a tattoo because he had the same mark, in the same place on his own thigh. At the very moment he realized this, he also realized one other thing.

Bo had seen this mark. She alone had the opportunity to see the marks on the both of them. Kenzi and Bo had lived with each other for a while before she and he had even met. Things like the beach trip ensured she would have seen it at least a few times before they had met. Then of course she knew about his mark because of all the "sexual healing" the werewolf had done for the succubus over the years.

Such sexual activities had required a great deal of nudity between them and he knew she had seen the mark., As many times as she had traced it with hands, tongue, and fingers. So why hadn't the succubus ever mentioned the pairs matching tattoos? Two of her supposedly favorite people in the entire world and she hadn't thought to mention that mark to either of them before?

He tried to be casual as he asked Lauren, "Would you mind if I got some copies of those? I'll be happy to pay…"

"Don't be silly Dyson," the lady doctor said as she reached into the drawer of a side table and pulled out another envelope with copies of the photographs inside.

"How did you know I would want copies?" the detective asked seriously his brow wrinkled as he rather reverently took the envelope.

"She was our friend and these were the last photos ever taken of hr. As far as I know anyway," Lauren replied with an understanding smile.

"I had duplicates made of all of the photos for you and Trick and even Bo." Lauren replied, "I even made some copies for Vex although I tried to keep the ones that were of any of us without the cover-ups on separate. It made me uncomfortable thinking of him with photos of us in just our swimsuits. I have no idea when we might see him or even if we ever will again." Seeing the werewolves suspicious expression.

"Be honest though detective, Kenzi was his favorite of all of us. It was a dysfunctional friendship, but it was a friendship." Lauren said seriously. "Probably the most normal relationship the Mesmer has ever had."

Dyson looked down at the packet of photos and had to agree with the human. The thought had him doing something he never would have done otherwise. "Give them to me." he suggested.

Seeing Lauren's expression of shock only made him realize what he had said and he tried to explain. "I just figure I'm more likely to run into him what with me being a detective and occasionally running errands to the dark fae compound than you are, Doc. After all, you're so dedicated that you're more likely to be found here in your clinic, the Dahl or at your place." he said with a shrug and a half smile.

Lauren replied with a quirk of her lips as she handed over the extra envelope of photos, "Is that your oh so subtle way of trying to tell me I need to get a life Detective Thornwood?"

"If the shoe fits Doc," he said with a chuckle. Before adding, "Want to meet up for a drink at the Dahl later?"

Lauren smiled genuinely as she responded, "That would be lovely, I'll suggest it to Bo."

"Lauren," Dyson offered seriously, "The offer was for you, with or without the succubus, ok?"

At her surprised nod, the werewolf took his leave of the doctor. He had some research to do, and what he was researching neither the doctor or the Blood King could help him with.