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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: Chapter Four

By: The Rainbowwriters

Bo was tired as she pushed through the door to the Dal and closed it behind her. Her meeting with the Light Fae elder had been epically boring. Not that she had expected anything less, but she hadn't really wanted it to live up to all of her worst expectations. She had nevertheless spent the last several hours listening to the retelling of old stories which probably no longer resembled anything like the truth from which they were birthed. Each had stared either the 'generous' elder hosting the luncheon for her or one of his highly esteemed and ultimately worthy kin, every one of which also seemed to be at the meal.

In the end, the small lunch meeting had proved to be set for no less than twenty three members of his clan. All of which had dressed up for the occasion, making Bo's stylish but undressed choice of a flowing red silk top and tight black leather pants, topped with a long tailed black suede coat.

There had of course been a meal provided, the only highlight which Bo had politely enjoyed while listening to story after story. The history lesson was only broken up when the conversation turned to reasons why she should pledge her allegiance to the Light and come 'into the fold' as he liked to call it. He listed over and over to her the benefits of such a choice, both in the short and long term.

He had even had the audacity to mention Lauren on one occasion, which got him a glare and a raised eyebrow immediately from the family that were gathered with them, as if to suggest that this wasn't a suitable over dinner topic for the conversation to branch into. The unaligned Succubus' soft spot for the blonde human doctor known by the younger family members from the extensive Fae rumour mill.

In short, Bo had come away some five hours later with a slightly aching head, a large doggy bag of treats of the restaurants most famous dishes for Kenzi and dozen more reasons to never join the Light. Or the realization at least if she did, she would have to spend her time avoiding gatherings of old Fae desperate to entertain her with old anecdotes about their families victories over ancient evil.

As if all that wasn't bad enough, she had gotten out of said meeting only to pick up a text message from Lauren explaining that she was staying late at the compound to 'make up' for being late that morning. On top of that the blonde had outlined that she may even stay over at one of the compound residences if it got ridiculously late or she got involved in something that just had to have her attention. Bo had nearly just tossed her phone at the closest wall and screamed obscenities at it when she had read the message but had instead just got into the car and driven back to the Dal hoping that the new found sense of 'home' that it begun to develop would ease her terrible mood.

The atmosphere in the Dal however was subtly different to the warm, comfortable one the succubus had so quickly grown used to of late. For a moment Bo thought it was due to her and the attitude she had brought in with her, but she quickly shrugged that off when she looked up to see Trick and Kenzi sat at the bar. The young woman was slouched somewhat in her place, nursing a cup of coffee and her grandfather's head had come up to look at the door the instant Bo had slipped inside with an unreadable look.

Instantly the succubus' thoughts and reactions went into hyper drive,with everything that had gone on with and since the Garuda she just couldn't moderate her emotions that well. At moments like these Bo still felt like she was living on a knife edge. She felt her feet moving quickly from the door to the bar, her hand coming to rest lightly on Kenzi's shoulder the instant she was close enough.

"What's wrong? Are you sick? Trick?" Brown eyes flicked to look at the Blood King while the succubus' hand stayed on her best friend's shoulder unconsciously stroking over it lightly in a comforting motion. She noted that Kenzi was in one of her running hoodies, another bad sign.

"No, she's fine Bo." Trick tried to keep his voice warm and reassuring as he let his eyes briefly glance to Kenzi who didn't immediately offer an explanation. Clearly this was because the younger woman didn't want to have to admit to her best friend she'd tried to leave the Dal despite all the instructions she'd been given not too. "Kenzi had a little fright earlier, that's all. She met Thistle's barghest."

"Thistle's back?" Bo's eyes darted around the bar briefly coming to the logical but inaccurate conclusion.

"No." Trick corrected her quickly. "But her companion is keeping guard outside the door of the Dal, which Kenzi's inadvertently found out when she attempted to go to Seven Eleven for a..." He looked at the younger woman again. "Shush?"

"Slushie." Kenzi's head was still mainly lowered as she whispered the word.

"What?!" Bo pulled her hand free from off Kenzi's shoulder and turned to fully look at her best friend. "Kenzi what were you thinking? How many times have we told you you can't leave the Dal, you're safe here."

"I just wanted to get some air, I've been cooped up in this place forever." Kenzi's words tried to make a vague argument for her misbehaviour but her face showed how 'sorry' she was for it already. "I didn't think anything bad could happen if I just went a half block to the store, that was until I was stared down by Cujo's twice as scary older brother demon dog." She admitted how much the event had shaken her.

"I think perhaps we all misjudged how much better Kenzi is feeling." Trick tried to offer a slim branch of support to her and his granddaughter. "Why don't I put this on a proper plate while you two talk?" He kept his loving eyes on Bo. "You can explain to her why her Fae Doctor has a barghest for a start." He offered knowing he hadn't done much to answer the questions visibly swirling around Kenzi's head, but it was something he knew that Bo should do. After all only the Succubus could judge what parts of Kenzi's ordeal should be revealed to her in detail and what parts should be lost to history.

Bo frowned slightly as she lifted the 'doggy bag' over to Trick before reaching out and putting her hand on her best friend's knee.

"Do you want to talk about this?" She asked of Kenzi letting go of a slightly tight breath that she had been holding. "It's a big conversation Kenz." She added, her face softly crumpled in a saddened frown.

"I'm being held at the new Dal medical centre, and there's a demon dog outside that is there to 'help' keep me safe." Kenzi made little in the air quotation marks, her own mouth pulling into a frown. "I know it's big, I guess I've been trying to avoid knowing how big but maybe it's at least time for the basics." She gave a soft sigh. "The way Trick made it sound, just by me leaving the bar something could possess me, like in the exorcist. Did I spit green pea soup at everybody?" She tried to make a slight joke but her own enthusiasm was lost.

Bo took another breath and then moved around the back of Kenzi's seat sliding her arm around her best friend's shoulders.

"Let's go talk about it." She encourage the younger woman to move off her chair in the hopes of guiding her towards one of the more comfortable seating areas. "I want to tell you everything you need to know okay." She said honestly. "But there are parts that you..." She paused. "You don't need to know, okay?" She smiled at Kenzi as the thin young woman slipped off her chair. "It's not that I don't want to tell you them, it's just you don't need to know them, they happened, they're over. They're never going to happen again, never going to hurt you again." She paused and made sure she could look into Kenzi's eyes. "Okay?"

"I trust you Bo." Kenzi did manage to find some volume in this statement as she slid into a booth and pulled her legs up to her chest watching the Succubus settle in across from her. "I know that probably the only reason I'm here right now is because of you." Her face showed easily how much she believed this, almost as much as she loved the Succubus. "Whatever happened."

"There is just so much to tell you." Bo reached up and rubbed her hand to her forehead briefly. "I don't even know how much you remember, Lauren says that you probably don't remember too much about the last..." She stopped herself when she realized how out of context what she had been about to say would have sounded to Kenzi. "What's the last thing you really remember, before waking up here? The club house sometime maybe?" She gave Kenzi some idea of what the answer might be, for at least a guide as to how to play this.

Kenzi closed her eyes for a moment trying to order the snippets of images and memories she had.

"Lauren was at the clubhouse, staying, because I was going to start the investigation but... I was coming down with the flu or something. I couldn't sleep and I was hungry all the time..." Kenzi opened her eyes as the moment started to clear more. "I had a nose bleed in the middle of the night, Lauren was freaking out about it, but I thought it was nothing... everything after that..." She put her hand up to her head. "It's like someone got me some acid from the 60's, the good stuff the government used to dose people with in those research movies. Everything after that is... weird. I can't make sense of it."

"You didn't have a nosebleed." Bo shook her head. "At the time we thought that but we were wrong." The succubus sighed softly. "Things started getting weirder for all of us Kenz at the club house, which eventually forced us to bail because of what happened to you, because of what we thought the thing in the club house did to you."

"Bo..." Kenzi looked at the Succubus sitting up a bit straighter. "I can tell there's a lot you don't want to tell me, but we all left the clubhouse? You thought there was a thing in the clubhouse? Hurting me? None of that makes a lot of sense, did another spider get in?"

"No, you saw things, in the basement." Bo clarified the point. "Then I came down and found you unconscious and covered in blood." Brown eyes glanced up to look at the other woman quickly.

"And we left the clubhouse?" Kenzi nodded that now it made a little more sense at least.

"Lauren wanted to check you out, she had all the things she needed at her place." Bo explained the very logical reason for the move. "Plus with what we thought was probably at the club house getting everyone away from it seemed like the right thing to do."

"But it wasn't?" Kenzi put in the obvious question.

"Not really." Bo shook her head. "Because it wasn't something in the club house, it was something in you Kenzi, something that had gotten into your body when you had gone to the Norn. But we didn't know that because, well you hadn't told anyone that anything bad had happened with the Norn." Bo frowned softly. "Apart from my grandfather who is all too good at keeping secrets." She frowned harder.

"The Norn? The reason I'm like this is because of the Norn?" Kenzi's eyes narrowed for a moment. "I so wish I'd cut another cord of wood off that damn tree."

"You're never going anywhere near her again." Bo put down the ultimatum with a shake of her head. "So..." She took a quick breath to focus herself again, after all she hadn't been expecting to have to do this right now, in fact she hadn't been expecting to do this. Yes, she had known that Kenzi had to be told, but it had been one of those things she had some how been expecting to just happen, not that she would actually have to do. Especially as it was potentially so, well traumatic. "Lauren took you to her place, while I searched the club house and worked with other people to try and figure out what was going on."

"But there wasn't anything in the clubhouse, there was something in me." Kenzi put together the small detail. "What was in me Bo?" A visible shiver went down her spine.

"A Ghoul." Bo made the reveal, looking over to her best friend with soft brown eyes.

"Like Halloween Goblins and Ghouls?" Kenzi's response was a little, well, blank as she couldn't wrap her head around what this meant in a Fae context.

"More like a not technically from this dimension underfae that lives to spread deadly disease and chaos." Bo clarified for her bestie.

"Continue..." Kenzi's voice squeaked as she reached to pull her legs tighter to her chest, finally having a name for the slight chill she felt inside her.

Bo nodded, though her eyes were on her best friend watching her reaction carefully.

"Well thanks to information we got from Trick and details Lauren was able to ascertain scientifically..." Bo glossed over the details, "We worked out what had happened to you and my grandfather knew of and was able to find a fae, one of the only fae left that could take the ghoul out of you. Lauren made sure that it couldn't hurt you any more that it already had physically." She pointed out. "Which is where Thistle comes in, as she is the Harvester." She reminded Kenzi of the facts she did already know. "Harvesters are ancient Fae Kenzi who have the power to draw out a creature's soul, their essence, and well, harvest it I guess." She summed up. "Thistle did that to you, but put you back inside your body, stripping off the ghoul essence when she did it, curing you from the possession."

"The redhead with the glowing eyes?" Kenzi checked that the memory flash she did have of this woman, one she didn't particularly feel afraid of, was right.

"Yes." Bo nodded again but then frowned softly. "But it's a little complicated." She hesitated slightly. "And this bit hasn't got anything to do with you, or the Ghoul or the Norn." The succubus shook her head. "Harvester Fae are rare, that is they're... well basically extinct."

"But Poppa Trick found one for me?" Kenzi couldn't help but have a soft smile of thanks spread over her features.

"He did." Bo smiled back and nodded for a moment wondering if she should just forget what she had been going to tell Kenzi about the horrible history her grandfather had with the Fae that had saved her life. But then she remembered who her friend was, and more importantly what she was, and that was a talker and she needed to know this couldn't be talked about. "But Kenzi, you can't talk about Thistle when this is over, because technically her existence is, well, illegal."

"Illegal?" Kenzi had to repeat the word. "Oh right, that explains why the Dal was turned into a hospital and I'm not at the compound." She gave another nod. "Is that why Hale hasn't been by to see me?"

"Exactly." Bo smiled a more genuine and relaxed smile. "Hundreds of years ago a cull was ordered on Thistle and her Kin." She explained a little more. "A royal decree that rewarded gold for Harvester heads." She went on knowing her best friend would catch on sooner than later.

"As in royal like the Blood King?" Kenzi cut her off with a surprised look and Bo answered her with just a look and a sad nod. "So Trick and Thistle have hard core history? And he still called her?" Her confusion was more about that issue than anything.

"He loves you." Bo reached across the table and put her hand on Kenzi's knee and squeezed it tightly. "It's hard for him believe me." She admitted with a nod. "But he knows it was the right thing to have done. The harvest was a success, but and this is why you have to stay here until Thistle returns, until she seals the wound on your arm, there is still an opening to your soul, that certain fae can manipulate." The succubus explained the serious issue. "And I for one do not want another Ghoul fest." She smiled brightly.

"Me too, I mean I like being skinny but this is getting too Kate Moss-ish for even me." Kenzi tried to find a joke in the otherwise bleak history of what had happened to her. "But I totally get it now, no leaving the Dal, for anything, let alone a stupid slushie." She nodded her head and then pushed up moving around the table to the side where Bo was. "Thank you." She said softly and leaned out hugging her best friend tightly, the embrace showing how while at the same time the news scared her it also helped her understand the seriousness of what was going on and how much the people around her had done to save her.

"Like I said there are bits I missed out." Bo closed her arms around Kenzi and held her tight, she took a deep breath as she kept Kenzi close. "Because you don't need to know details, though one thing you'd probably want to know is that, when you... when the Ghoul you was out and in charge, you... There was a complication with Lauren."

"With Lauren? Oh please don't tell me I tried to kill the Doc?" Kenzi didn't pull back instead she cuddled closer to the Succubus savouring the physical contact. "I remember... in the bits and pieces... I remember her being with me a lot... I hoped..." She didn't finish giving a noise that showed how afraid she was that she'd tried to do something to her best friend's lover.

"Kenz it's okay, in fact something really amazing came out of it." Bo actually eased Kenzi back to look at her blue eyes. "Yes Lauren got sick, but it's okay because I healed her." She gave her best friend a stunning smile.

"You healed her but I thought you could only heal you?" Kenzi's look of confusion was evident.

"Kenzi it was amazing." Bo's smile was intense. "I found out my great grandmother was a healer, and she left me this orb." Her explanation was brief but hit all the important highlights. "And we don't really know how yet, but I healed her, we made love and..." She literally beamed. "And she was better, no plague, no typhoid not even the scratches were left."

"I have always said no one should doubt the power of your crotch babe." Kenzi smiled back at her the euphoric feeling a bit contagious, much like the list of diseases she now realized Ghoul her had been carrying to infect Lauren with in the first place. "Can I admit I'm tired now?" She made the soft admission. "I've been trying to be all go get em Kenzi, ra ra ra, but now that I have an idea of what I had inside me. Well like Linda Blair I need some down time to recover."

"Of course you do." Bo pulled Kenzi in for another softer hug. "Kenz, I really thought I was going to lose you, you can take all the time you need to recover. I'll even get... I don't know fake turf in here if I have to, maybe some bushes or something so you don't feel so cooped up?" She tried to empathize with her best friend. "All that matters is that you are safe and that you are getting better."

"I'll deal." Kenzi shook her head. "If everyone could go through all of that, I can put up with being stuck in a bar. I mean come on, could you ever imagine me complaining about being stuck in a bar? Ever? Clearly I am still recovering." She grinned and pulled up to stand. "Think Trick will mind if I have my snacks in bed?" She moved towards her hospital bed.

"Of course he won't. Let me check on your Hilton snack pack." Bo smiled and watched as the younger woman shuffled to and got into the large bed, before she got up and moved to the bar area and slipped out back to find where her grandfather had disappeared off to.

The succubus found her grandfather sat at his antique desk, jotting at his journal and he stopped writing at her approach. As always he had anticipated that their talk could take some time, and while the food was ready in his kitchen he was making sure that he didn't interrupt anything between the two of them.

"How did it go?" He asked of her gently as he laid the pen down and turned to give her his full attention.

"Oh you know, it's a lot to take in, and I think I did a pretty bad job, I wasn't exactly ready." Bo admitted her own shortcomings easily. "She's really tired, I think the barghest experience scared her and all the information, it's been a little over whelming." She added with a frown.

"As she has shown in the all to recent past Bo, Kenzi is a fighter, stronger perhaps than many Fae that I have known over the years." He complimented the raven haired girl lightly.

"She says she doesn't remember anything that happened, I hope she was being honest." Bo admitted with the same frown.

"It's very likely that she rememberes only bits and pieces, images that she's not able to fully focus on in her mind. The Ghoul's power wouldn't have exactly wanted to share consciousness with her in any capacity." He gave her a soft smile. "I'm sure you what you told her is enough for now, there will be time, lots of time to deal with the rest of it when everyone is more prepared. Sometimes Bo..." He looked at her with a more serious gaze. "The hardest part of being someone's friend is to not tell them the things they don't need to hear, but think they want too."

"Are you perhaps talking about me?" Bo turned the statement round on her grandfather gently.

"Yes." He gave a soft nod. "I hope you can understand why at times I have kept information from you, until you were really ready to hear."

Bo let out a relatively hard sigh as she moved a little more into the room and leaned up against the mantle reaching out to play with the edge of the Niagara photo frame that she had given him. He had moved it to sit up there and stand along side the beautiful etching of his wife. The style clashing so horribly with the antique wood carving that it made Bo smile and almost brought her instantly to the point of tears.

"I understand that you felt you had to make decisions, that you needed to keep things hidden." Bo nodded. "And I know that I am impulsive and reactionary, and I don't make being told things easy." She gave the older fae all the praise she could.

"And I am an old Fae, used to keeping secrets and not very good at telling stories about myself." He added wanting her to understand that it wasn't just because of her that he had chosen to act in the way he had.

"You so should hang around Light Fae Elders more often, they just love to talk about the past and their exploits." Bo rolled her eyes and smiled actually managing to chuckle slightly.

"It is one of the reasons I avoid them." Trick admitted pushing up and moving over closer to her. He looked from the etching to the photograph and back to Bo, before giving a soft sigh that turned into a smile. "The first time I met your grandmother, my Ysabeau, was at Beltane..." His smile broadened a little. "Which to explain to you is an ancient festival celebrating the spring and the coming planting. She had every colour of ribbon I had ever seen in her hair, with bells fastened to the ends, so everywhere she walked there was a symphony."

Bo too glanced at the two images side by side on the mantle and smiled at the memory that her grandfather drew to the forefront for them both to picture.

"Did she give you any play?" She chose the worst possible phrase she could deliberately.

"Oh no." Trick had to shake his head with a soft laugh. "Unlike today, a Lady didn't reveal her secrets at just a glance or a look. A young man had to work for her attention and affections, especially when that woman was one as beautiful as my Ysabeau. I spent the entire festival trying to compete with the other young males at the various sports, but I was never good at archery and I am clearly not that skilled on a horse." He gestured to himself. "But what I didn't know that night, when I went back to my bed alone..." He stressed the point. "Was that it wasn't my success that impressed her, but my efforts, my tenacity. The next day I received a courier who bore a letter from her with one of those ribbons."

"That's so romantic." Bo beamed at her grandfather truly caught up in the almost dream like quality of the story. "Are there still Fae that can make these?" The succubus asked reaching out and picking up the etching of her grandmother.

"Oh yes, the art has not been lost to our people." Trick nodded, pleased that the small memory had been well received by his granddaughter.

"Do you think maybe you could find someone?" She kept the one of Ysabeau in her hand as she asked the question. "A pair would be nice don't you think?" She said putting it back and picking up the Niagara shot. "To replace this." She held the souvenir frame with a smile.

"I will arrange a sitting when Kenzi is healthy." Trick's smile could only be described as beaming.

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