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Pairings: Bo/Lauren Set directly after our story "Faery Tale", the fourth story in an AU plot line.
Rating: M (Contains scenes of violence, sexuality and nudity)
No Faete But What We Make: Part Three
By: The Rainbowwriters
Dyson took a slightly deep breath, pulled at his dark leather vest and looked up at the double doors of the precinct building that stood in front of him and for the first time in longer than he could remember felt something akin to concern. It was an alien feeling for him considering his approach, view of life and existence in general, but everything that had happened to him since getting his love back from the Norn had coloured his view slightly. He felt like he had so much to make up for, in all aspects of his life and that just didn't fit with his usual outlook.
Wolves didn't apologize for their behaviour, you either liked what they did and how they did it, or you turned around and walked away. There was no kowtowing or begging, there was just action and reaction, but Dyson knew that wasn't going to work this time. This time, in so many different places, for so many different reasons, there was going to be the need for making up. A need for a period of reflection and basically thinking before he acted and that, well, that wasn't going to be easy.
To add to all of that he had a new partner to add to the mix. Dyson was never exactly great with new people, especially ones that he was expected to work with, which immediately meant that he had to form at least some level of a relationship with them. He had found a good friend and partner in Hale, and he knew that, but now Hale was the Ash. It wasn't that Dyson begrudged his friend that remarkable 'promotion', but it did leave him with a certain sense of discomfort at the effort it was going to take to get back to the familiarity and comfort that he had with the Siren.
Taking another breath the shifter pushed through the doors and entered the precinct nodding politely and even smiling to the calls and the greetings he received from his fellow officers. Not wanting to appear brash or rude Dyson made sure to return their well wishes before moving with purpose to his boss' office to check in and begin what he knew was going to be a long day.
Opening the door Dyson was immediately focused on by a pair of piercing grey eyes, that lingered on him for a long moment, causing him to look back into them, distracting him from looking over the large desk the Captain as he walked in. They belonged to a young looking blonde who stood with her back to the wall, close to the door, her hands tucked behind her back. She stood almost to attention, but there was something almost mocking about her attentive stance. As if she knew this was how a policewoman should stand when in her superior's office, at attention and alert, but that she was doing it for show and show alone.
It was fair to say that the blonde was quite beautiful. It was hard to judge just how long her hair was as it was tied up in a pony tail that gave her an almost severe, angled look, but still she was beautiful, and her eyes, though a beautiful colour were slightly... cold was the word, giving nothing of what she might be thinking or feeling away.
A polite cough from Dyson's boss broke the shifter from staring at the blonde and in fact made him realize he'd even been doing so. With a distracted frown he looked at the middle aged looking man in a cheap looking suit who was looking rather perturbed at the tall wolf.
"Nice of you to at least be on time." He pointed to the chair next to the shifter, to let him know he should sit down.
Dyson didn't say anything in response, after all what could he say. He was on time because he should be, and there wasn't much else to it. His return to work wasn't going to go very smoothly if he couldn't even appear on time for the first day.
"This is Detective Tamsin Nelson." The other man nodded to the blonde who just gave a subtle nod, she didn't move, didn't offer her hand in greeting. "You two are on in-house duties for the next few weeks till you get to know each other, and until Detective Nelson gets to know how things work around here and you find your feet again." He added more detail.
"Nice to meet you, Dyson Thornwood." He reached out his hand towards her..
"Your reputation precedes you." The blonde's tone was completely neutral as very slowly she pulled her arms around from behind her back and shook the one that Dyson offered, her grip surprisingly vice like. Grey eyes again locked onto his and held them intensely.
"I wish I had the same luxury with you." Dyson let her have the stronger grip, not really in the mood to get in any sort of a pissing match so earlier. "And I'm sure Detective Nelson already knows the ropes, where to find the stationary isn't hard to catch on to. I'm also sure there are cases we could be working on that are more important than a tour of the building." He tried to make a push to dissolve the so called 'desk' jobs they were going to be assigned.
"You have a lot to make up for Thornwood." Dyson's boss shook his head. "Prove to me your head is back in the game and the probation period won't be so long." He made the compromise with an arch of a bushy eyebrow. "Now take your new partner out for a coffee or something, you're going to need it when you see the mountain of paperwork you have to get through."
"Yes Captain." Dyson gave a simple nod of his head and backtracked opening the door for his partner. It seemed to take the blonde a moment to decide to move, but when she did, she confidently strode past him into the hallway beyond. He followed and closed the door behind them. "So coffee? The stuff made in house is like battery acid, but there is a good place a few blocks over."
"By the sounds of it we're going to be seeing enough of this place in the next few weeks." The blonde moved to where her jacket was slung over what had used to be Hale's chair. "I'm not great with being cooped up so I vote for taking our chances outside." She pulled the expensive looking suit jacket on her slim form and without waiting for the tall shifter moved out towards the exit.
-x-
"Good morning beautiful." A soft kiss on her cheek brought Lauren to the realms of consciousness in the gentlest way that she could remember. Accompanied by a warm arm that slid over her hip and then across her stomach as Bo inched closer behind her, kissing her again. "You are so warm and smell so good." The succubus nuzzled her nose into tussled blonde hair and squeezed the blonde gently.
"Mmmm so do you." For the first few moments Lauren just let her increasing consciousness be filled with those very things, that was until her logical brain woke up and she realized something was very wrong. "What time is it? I didn't hear the alarm." She opened her eyes and looked up at the glowing numbers on the clock that informed her it was already nine thirty. "Oh no, no, I'm late." She wiggled out of Bo's arm to sit up, having to take a moment in that position as her body tried to adjust to the sudden change. "I am so late, oh God Hale's going to kill me."
"He most certainly is not." Bo let her push up and away and then moved to sit up too, bringing the sheet with her. "And you're not that late it's only what?" She leaned back, looking behind Lauren to the barrel acting as a side table. "Nine-ish." She said with a slight wince. "Okay so that's late. But can you really be late when you're officially in limbo?" She offered the counter argument.
"Yes Bo I can, I still have responsibilities to the Lab and the Ash." Lauren managed to push up completely and move to the small suitcase of clothes she had. There was certainly no time for a shower, and she only hoped she didn't smell as much like sex to everyone as she did to Bo. "I can't undermine Hale's authority." She began to pull on some underwear and pants. "Can you drive me?"
"Isn't that what got us into this predicament in the first place?" Bo replied with a bright grin.
With this comment Lauren had to stop and grin back, before she moved back over and knelt down beside the still naked brunette.
"You... if I didn't have to go... I'd drive you." She whispered before planting a solid, hot kiss on Bo's mouth.
"And just how am I expected to settle to anything all day after that?" Bo complained as Lauren pulled back to put on her bra and search for a clean shirt, not putting it on but collecting things she needed for a quick trip to the bathroom.
"You're a succubus, I'm sure you deal with sexual desire all the time." Lauren stalled at the door for a moment before realizing she couldn't go to the bathroom like this. Trick was most certainly up and Kenzi might also be. She bent down to try to get her robe on quickly. "Just be dressed and ready to take me to work when I get back." She used a different phrase the brunette couldn't twist.
"I deal with sexual desire by having sex." Bo pouted laying back on the air mattress with a laugh. "How can I have sex with you if you're at work!" She called out loudly as Lauren slipped out, shaking her head and laughing more as the door clicked closed behind her lover.
The brunette laid there on her back for a moment, with the brightest smile on her face. The night before had been wonderful, amazing, more than amazing. Falling asleep with an exhausted Lauren in her arms had to be the best way she knew of to fall asleep, well no, there was one better and that was falling into an exhausted sleep with Lauren, but with her succubus drive and stamina that only happened when Lauren had a chance to prepare and rest up for it. But it actually felt to the succubus that after everything that had seemed to go so very wrong, slowly things were picking up again and getting better.
"Bow-chicka-wow-wow." The phrase came loudly from the doorway as the succubus' bestie danced her way into the cask room the next moment. "Ba bow bow, chicka chicka." She ad-libbed as she danced in a little circle in front of the air mattress. Still dressed in her pyjamas, her long dark hair still messy from sleep, Kenzi was beaming from ear to ear as she stopped her little groove and looked at Bo. Instantly putting her hand up to shield her eyes from the mostly naked and on show succubus. "Ew put it away, those I do not need to see before breakfast, or after for that matter."
"You're the one who didn't knock, and it's not like you haven't seen it before." Bo laughed but she did pull the sheet over her body. "Besides, girls don't do it for you remember?"
"Yes but not when they're all primed and ready for action." Kenzi peeked out from between her fingers. "Seriously girl did you not get enough, you could cut glass with those things."
Bo had to take a moment to just laugh and rest her head back on the pillow.
"I'm a succubus and I never get enough of Lauren." Bo managed to speak after a few moments. "How was your hooker-a-thon?"
"I think Poppa T switched my TV off at like two or something." Kenzi shrugged and sat down on the mattress. "It's great though, thanks babe." She smiled at her bestie with genuine honesty. "Lying around wasn't cutting it anymore, and though I still feel like crap, I feel like crap with a teacup full of energy." She crossed her legs and made herself a little more comfortable. "So how was the sparkly sex shack?" She added with a little lean forward and a brighter happier smile.
"It was great, thanks for helping." Bo smiled back at her. "And I know you hate being cooped up in here but it's what has to be for the moment." She underlined in a soft voice, reaching out to put her hand on Kenzi's leg. "With everything you went through Kenz, teacup full of energy is awesome. I'm so proud of you for being so strong." She admitted, knowing in her heart that the better her best friend was feeling the closer they were getting to having to explain to her what had happened to her in detail.
"Hey it's not like I could leave you to your own devises right? You'd be useless with out me." Kenzi smiled at Bo, her big blue eyes filled with heart warming affection. "So moving on to different less emotional topics for so early in the morning, what are you going to wear for your meeting this morning?"
"My meeting?" Bo's look was one of blank confusion.
"You've forgotten haven't you, I knew you would." Kenzi shook her head with a smile.
"I have no clue what you are talking about." The reclined brunette made the admission.
"You have a meeting with one of the Light Fae elders at eleven o'clock today at the Hilton. Don't remember which one, but I got the reminder this morning on my phone." The raven haired girl smiled. "Told you babe, you'd be a mess without me." She leaned forward and patted Bo's leg beneath the sheet. "You just about have time to drive your sexed up girl to work, drive to the crack shack, take a shower, pick out an outfit, do your hair and drive downtown."
"I know I would be a mess without you." Bo grinned at her, though she was slightly annoyed at herself for ever making the arrangements to meet with the various Fae who wanted the Champion's attention. "Do you have a name for this guy?" She rolled finally out of bed towards some clothes.
"Nice ass." Kenzi gave a whistle. "It's on my scheduler." She nodded as she let herself drop to lie on her stomach on the air mattress. "I think I pushed a bit hard yesterday, I'm all puppy tired today, it's a day in bed with hookers for me I think, remember that when you're out with the schmoozing and the boozing without me."
"You need to take it easy today, have a nap every hour or so." Bo smiled at her pulling on a shirt. "I'll bring you back something from the Hilton, I'm sure whoever this old fae is they can afford to get you take out."
"Awesome." Kenzi rolled over onto her back letting Bo throw some clothes on ready to put the day's plan into motion.
-x-
The walk to the small street corner cafe had been made in silence, the wolf and the harpy walking some distance apart, both of them taking notice of more or less everything else but each other. When they had arrived, two coffees had been ordered, again with no casual banter and then they had each taken their own and chosen to sit on the high stools that were lined up against the thin window perch. They sat there for a long moment with the drinks just leaning on the thin wooden shelf, each watching the street through the glass, when eventually the blonde tipped her head slightly. She didn't turn to look at Dyson, or in any way focus on him to address him, just shifted her focus on the street beyond.
"Just so you know I know you're not happy to have a new partner, and I know you're not happy I'm a woman." She laid out rather plainly. "I'm not happy with either of those facts either. But I've been sent here for a reason and we both have to just put up with that."
"I know we do and I'm willing to work at it if you are." Dyson put forward. "There is usually a lot going on around here that needs good police work, and from what they gave me of your file you do good work." He turned his head to stop looking at the street and to look at her. "And I'm guessing you've heard lots about me but try to keep an open mind, things were going on outside of my control, but I'm back to normal now."
"Normal?" Tamsin quirked a well shaped eyebrow. "There is no such thing." She shook her head and also stopped looking out of the window. "Do you have much Dark Fae trouble here?" She asked picking up a spoon and slowly drawing round in a circle through her coffee.
"A fair amount." Dyson admitted the truth. "The peace is always being tested by one thing or another and the Morrigan likes to cause disruptions."
"And the rogue Succubus, is she as much as a problem as they say?" The blonde queried tapping her spoon on the side of her cup, though she had added no sugar to the drink so quite why she had gone through the procedure was uncertain.
"Her name is Bo, and she is more of a problem solver then a problem." He couldn't help but stick up for the brunette. "You can make your own assessment when you meet her."
"And are you fucking her this month or not? That kind of detail got hard to keep up with." Tamsin tossed the spoon onto the surface in front of them. "I'm leaning towards are from the instant defensive stance you took when I asked about her, but you never know with wolves, they tend to have a loyal streak with things they've pissed on once."
"And even for a harpy you seem to have no sense of tact." The wolf narrowed his eyes at her for a moment and then sighed looking back out the window. Hale's instructions to play nice echoing in his ears. "No, Bo and I are just friends now." He tried to deal with the issue head on. "But yes I am protective over her, so is the Ash." He added wanting her to start to understand early the way Bo played into everything. "Anything about your love life I should know about?" He turned it around on her.
"I don't usually ask for names." Tamsin looked at him with those slate grey eyes slightly narrowed. "But I'll let you know if that changes, if she's free I remember succubi can be fun."
"She's not." Dyson shook his head. "And you aren't ready for someone like Bo. She grew up among the humans, she isn't like any Fae you've ever encountered, Succubi or not."
"A succubus is always free." A bright laugh came from the Harpy as she shook her head. "It's sounding a lot like I'm exactly what this Bo needs, a real Fae who isn't going to treat her with kid gloves."
This made Dyson laugh back in both amusement and disgust if he was honest.
"You could try, but I'll bet you fifty she turns you down." Dyson took a long sip from his coffee.
"A hundred sees me telling you exactly how she sounds when she..." Tamsin stopped, a sparkle gleaming in her grey eyes. "If you know how that sounds of course to verify."
"A weeks wages." Dyson turned to look at her with the counter offer. "And I do know, in case somehow the sky falls and she's willing to bed you."
"A weeks wages and you do all the paper work for the probation period that she not only rides me for hours but that I can get her to let me mark her, nothing permanent just a token for the bed post." Tamsin pushed the wager higher.
"And when she turns you down flat, a weeks wages and you do the paper work." Dyson stuck out his hand again, but this time when she shook it he didn't hold back and squeezed just as much as she did.
-x-
Kenzi was bored. Her hand throbbed from playing too long and there was nothing on the TV that kept her interest for longer than a few moments. Trick was busy out in the back and she didn't like to interrupt him when he was back there because it subtly suggested to her that he was doing 'important' stuff. Whatever that might mean to a Fae as old and as important as the Blood King. Bo was out at her lunch date with the Light fae elder, no doubt bored out of her mind as well, but at least she had free food and alcohol to help pass the time.
Technically while she had both of those as well, Lauren had more or less put a block on the alcohol. Asking her if it was at all possible to not drink, but if it was absolutely necessary try to limit herself to one or two beers maximum until she was much more recovered and had begun to gain weight.
Of course the blonde was at the compound working and she had already left a message with Kenzi to pass on to Bo that the young woman knew her best friend wouldn't be happy about. The doctor was going to be home late from the compound in an attempt to make up for the time she had missed by being late in that morning. The blonde wasn't expecting to get home before eight and Kenzi could only begin to imagine Bo's reaction to that when she eventually got free from her luncheon.
Slipping off the bed Kenzi wandered over to the bar and looked at all the bottles of alcohol lined up neatly on the shelves and briefly thought about just stealing one of them and taking it back to bed with her. It was only the internal revelation that she actually felt too crappy and didn't want to regress into feeling any crappier that made her hesitate and then decide against the move. Even though she was, she decided thirsty. She wasn't however in the mood for fountain pop or anything funky that came in a can from one of the little fridges.
Kenzi mused for a moment about what to do about her predicament and chuckled at the irony. She was in a bar but couldn't find anything in it she wanted to drink. She then had the brilliant revelation that there was a Seven Eleven just at the corner up the street that had a slushie machine, and sold pick your own candy. The young woman's mind was made up in an instant.
With a glance down at her PJ's to check that they weren't too obviously indoor only PJ's she moved to push her feet into Bo's sneakers that were neatly lined up near to the front door of the Dal. The succubus' running hoody was hung up on the coat rack just above them, which was Kenzi's second stroke of luck as she reached up to pull it down, shoving her arms into it quickly and zipping it up.
It wasn't that Kenzi didn't know that she wasn't supposed to leave the Dal, she did, everyone had been through it with her, several times. Not in any real detail though, they had all just underlined to her that Thistle's work wasn't complete and she needed to stay in the safety and sanctity of the Dal until it was. There had been mentions of souls, and of open wounds and of great danger, but it had all sounded a little too sci-fi to the young woman and after all she was only nipping to the Seven Eleven. What dangerous soul sucking Fae hung out at the Seven Eleven? With any luck she could be out of there and back with her sugary icy treats before anyone noticed she had even gone.
With a conspiratorial smile Kenzi reached up and flipped the main lock off the front door of the Dal and pulled it open, moving to take a step into the street beyond.
Before she could move across the threshold a low ominous growl filled the entire bar, indeed the whole street it seemed. It was so intense that the young woman swore it made the glass of water that was on the table near her medical bed shake. Bringing blue eyes up to look out into what should have been an empty downtown street, Kenzi instead found herself staring into two huge red eyes and a slobbering mouth full of teeth. A second growl filled the air, its source now obvious as it came right from the snarling jaws of the hulking barghest that was filling the doorway.
"TRICK! POPPA T!" Kenzi stepped backwards, tripping over her own feet in the process, sending her tumbling to the floor on her ass.
The large unearthly dog never moved into the bar, merely stood on the threshold, its eyes on Kenzi's as she crawled backwards on her ass away from the door.
"HELP!" She called louder than before.
For his part, Trick had been perched at his desk reading important notes and documents and as soon as he'd heard Kenzi's scream he was up and racing as fast as he could upstairs. When he finally arrived there he saw the young brunette on the floor, the door to the Dal still wide open. But in his initial look he couldn't see anything else that would be of any concern.
"Kenzi? What are you doing? Did you get dizzy?" He moved over to her, worried about her condition.
"Big Fricking Demon Dog." Kenzi pointed at the door, her blue eyes as wide as saucers.
"Dog?" Trick moved his eyes to look at the door but he initially saw nothing. Then as he looked back at Kenzi it dawned on him what it might be. "Does this dog have red eyes?" He questioned pushing back up onto his feet and moving to the door to slowly shut it and lock it again.
"Why are you asking? It's right there..." Kenzi's voice went to a high squeak when Trick went close to the door to close it, petering off when he did so and locked it without seeming to be at all concerned. "Okay that was weird." She added with a hard frown. "Why didn't you seem to see Cujo?"
"Let's get you back in bed and I will explain." Trick's voice was warm and reassuring as he helped her up and back to the bed before he spoke again. He fussed with the blankets a little and checked that she hadn't done any damage to her hand before he finally looked her in the eye again. "I didn't see the dog Kenzi, because I was not meant to see him. He is a barghest and he is here to protect you, and keep you within the area in which its mistress has made safe for you."
"Wait, that thing is one of the good guys?" Kenzi could feel her heart still pounding hard in her chest.
"I wouldn't go that far, he is the servant of his mistress and his mistress alone. Any other will only be protected if Thistle wishes them to be." He gave her a soft look knowing all of this was hard for her to understand. "Right now you are under her protection and the barghest will serve his mistress, which meant keeping you in here. Where were you going anyway?" He asked with a slightly disappointed frown.
"To the Seven Eleven, I wanted a slushie and some candy." Kenzi pouted slightly feeling instantly sad considering the look of disappointment she had caused. "I got myself into some serious shit with the Norn didn't I?" She asked of the Blood King with an uneven frown.
"Yes Kenzi you did." He reached out and took her bandaged hand. "This wound, it isn't just in your flesh... it reached deep inside you, into your soul. That is the reason you must remain in the Dal, where protection has been created for you. If you had gone to the Seven Eleven, any number of entities may have tried to re-invade your body and in your weakened state even Thistle would not have been able to remove them."
Kenzi's head dropped as she felt the sudden weight of reality settle against her.
"I'm sorry." She looked up just a enough to catch Trick's eye.
"There is no reason to be sorry, what is done is done and while I know this waiting seems hard to you, the hardest part is in fact behind you." He gave her a soft smile. "You just have to promise me you won't try to leave again."
"Don't leave, got it." Kenzi nodded and let out a sad breath as she leaned back against her pillows the weight of everything she had been through feeling heavy on her again suddenly, along with the fact that in reality it wasn't even over.
-x-