Bo

"The resemblance is uncanny," Trick stated, "but we can't be sure."

I was still staring at the photo, "What does this mean?"

"We think it's a prophecy," Dyson said. "We won't know more until Hale and I go back through the archives and get more pictures. We can't take anything out without permission and it would raise suspicion with the Ash."

"I've got to call Lauren." I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone.

"No, Bo." Dyson pulled the phone out of my hand.

I looked up as he shook his head, "What are you doing?"

"Until we figure this out," Trick cut in, "Lauren can't know."

"Why the hell not? She's probably the only one who can help you translate this and I am not keeping this from her," I said firmly.

Trick raised his hands, "Bo, you have to understand. We still don't know if we can trust her, yet. This Fae, whatever he is, brought her back to life for a reason. We won't tell the Ash about this until we know everything. If word about this prophecy gets out, they will come after Lauren and they will imprison her, or worse."

"What if it's a good prophecy? They can't just take her," I said, looking between Dyson and Trick.

Dyson answered first, "It doesn't matter, they'll see Lauren as a threat. We're doing this to protect her."

"Then why can't she know? It's not like she's going to tell anyone," I tried to reason with them. This was ridiculous.

"I don't trust her," Trick deadpanned. "You will not tell her, Bo. It's for the best."

I shook my head, "Lauren is the same person she was before. I know she can be trusted." I grabbed my phone from Dyson and stormed out of the Dal.

Dyson had called six times in the past hour, but I had yet to answer. I was sitting in my car, parked outside of the Crack Shack.

Everything seemed to be falling apart and I didn't know what to do about it. I thought about the picture. I knew it was Lauren. What if something bad was coming? And why the hell did it look like she was that freaky Fae's lover?

Things were going to get out of control soon. Once Lauren made a decision whether to be Light, Dark, or neither, I could lose her. If this Fae was going to cause problems, I could lose her. If this prophecy made her a threat...

There was one thing I could control, I thought, looking at my phone as it rang once more. Resolutely, I picked it up and answered, "Dyson?"

"Bo, are you okay? I'm sorry about Trick-"

"We need to talk," I cut him off. "I'll meet you at your place."

Along the drive to Dyson's apartment I had tried to come up with a way to break up with him without him hating me. Nothing had come to mind, so I decided I was just going to be honest. He deserved the truth.

"Hey," he greeted me and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. "What do you want to talk about? You sounded really serious."

I followed him in and we sat side by side on his bed.

"It is serious," I began. "Dyson, I care about you... a lot, and I'm not sure how to say this."

"What is it, Bo?" He looked me dead in the eye and I was forced to look away.

"I..." I couldn't think of anything to say that would soften the blow. I shook my head and sighed, "I'm sorry, but... I don't want to be with you anymore."

I watched as he hung his head, "I knew this was coming," he said, softly. "How many?"

"How many what?"

"How many people have you slept with in the last three weeks, Bo?" His voice was strained.

"Dyson, I-"

"I'm not stupid. I know what happened with Lauren at the Dal."

My muscles tensed. "You do? Why didn't you say anything?" I couldn't believe he'd just let something like that go.

"It wasn't the first time you cheated on me and I know Lauren wasn't the only one. Who else did you fuck?" His anger was rising, but I couldn't blame him.

He just wanted honesty. "Just one other... a few times... I'm so sorry-"

"Get out," he said in a low voice. I could tell he was trying to restrain himself. I nodded and got up.

I guessed it was a bad time to ask if we could still be friends. I left without another word.

When I got to my car, I pulled out my phone. I found the number I wanted and hit the 'call' button.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Kenz, Dyson and I broke up."

"Holy shit balls, Bo! Get your ass home now. I'll get the wine and ice cream ready."

Lauren

When I woke up, there was a note on the coffee table from Bo.

'Lauren- I'm going to the Dal. You've got my number in your phone if you need anything. - Bo'

I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes just as Kenzi came running into the house with what looked like two bottles of wine and a pint of vanilla ice cream.

"Oh, you're awake," she said and set the things on the counter. "Bo will be back soon. We're having a girls' night. You up for it, Doc? Just so you know, there may be tears and weapons involved."

"What?" I gave her a confused look and she came over and sat on the couch, tucking a leg under her.

"Bo and Dyson broke up, so now, as her friends, it's our job to cheer her up. Or at least get her drunk," she explained.

"And the weapons?"

Kenzi shrugged, "The depressive tearful phase usually turns into the weapon wielding anger phase."

I just nodded slowly.

"So, I've got a question for you, Doc."

"Okay..."

"You really don't remember me or Bo? Or is this another mission from the Ash?"

I raised my eyebrows, "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't remember... Wait... another?"

She tilted her head, "So you really don't remember spy-banging Bo to keep her away from the Fae whose powers you've recently contracted," she grimaced. "Contracted might not be the best word. Makes it sound like a Fae STD... we are talking about Vex, though, so maybe that is the right word."

I just stared at her as she rambled.

When she was finished she nodded, "You don't remember, obviously, and I'm not too sure Bo wanted me to tell you that... So, let's just keep it between us, okay? We'll call this a new beginning, the past is the past, yada yada, alright?"

I nodded, not sure what else to do.

The door opened and Bo walked in. Kenzi jumped up, "Bo-Bo, how you doing?" She gave Bo a hug, "What did Wolf man do? Do I need to break out the dog whistle and spray bottle? Cause I totally will."

I watched as Bo put her hands on Kenzi's shoulders with a small smile. "I broke up with him, Kenzi. And I'm okay, really."

"You broke up with him? What happened," Kenzi asked.

Bo shook her head, "We'll talk about it later. Right now I need to tell you guys something, but you both have to promise this stays between us until I find out more."

Her tone was solemn; I could tell whatever she was going to say would be bad.

"Scout's honor," Kenzi said, lifting her hand up and doing the Star Trek symbol.

Bo looked to me and I nodded, "I promise. Not a word."