AN: Own something? God no, but don't I wish.

So this chapter was actually inspired by Lgbish and a bit from cheekymadom along with a very long two days involving long meetings and two hour flights. It's my first version of Bo so please be gently. Thanks for the inspiration you two it's always good to have.

On the comments about the Faith/Lauren thing well all I can really say is that I love the doccubus but and I stress the BUT, Bo clearly wasn't in it. She's been rather MIA in her relationship (I blame the writers of course) for a good portion of the season. She gave more of a crap about Lauren in season two then she did in season three. I was rather disappointed. I don't know how many of you actually agree with that but it's what inspired this bit.

I'm not saying Bo isn't going to end up with Lauren in one form or another in the future. I've never been the biggest fan of monogamy and clearly BO isn't physically capable of it. So there is the possibility of a polygamous relationship in the far future. However, as it is I still think Bo needs to grow and mature a little. For someone who is thirty and change she acts on more than one occasion more like a teenager or earlier twenty something. Her trials have been more physical rather than emotional and I think she needs to develop a little more before she can find her way back to Lauren. If she ever does.

Anyways I am sorry for the rant and the long time between chapters. Life does get in the way of hobbies does it not? So here is my thanks to all of you who have taken the time to review. It is greatly appreciated and I am sure every author on this site will say the same thing. We don't get paid and this is just for fun for most of us. The simple reviews help us keep going and the in-depth ones inspire. So thanks again and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Next we return to Lauren.

Bo stared off into the darkness. It was like nothing she had ever seen or experienced. It was eternal and absolute. Releasing another sigh of frustration she slowly edged forward. It felt as if an eternity had passed by as she stepped further and further into the abyss. Part of her wondered where she was going or if she was actually going anywhere. The darkness was so complete she didn't know if she was moving towards or away from something.

Releasing a frustrated scream she sat down. She had been walking for hours or days and she hadn't seen a thing. She didn't know where she was but she knew she was in trouble if she didn't find a way out of it. She was hungry, she was thirty, and her need to feed was increasing with ever minute that passed by.

"You are so much more than I expected." A deep voice said somewhere out in the darkness. She recognized the voice immediately even though she had never encountered it's owner.

"Why am I here?" She asked feeling a touch of anger spark in her veins.

"Why do you think?" The darkness asked a hint of amusement clearly evident.

"If I had even a slight clue I don't think I would be asking." She replied snarkily.

"You have your mother's temperament. She was always impetuous. It's that fire that got her into so much trouble." The darkness said calmly.

"You still haven't answered my question; WHY AM I HERE?" She shouted into the darkness wishing she could pinpoint the exact location of the voice.

"You are here because you belong to me. You are a part of me. I waited lifetimes for you. I searched the world for you. I never would have thought you would find your way back to your grandfather." The voice paused as if in thought. "I suppose I should be grateful that you are so much like you mother. If you had chosen a side and kept under the radar I probably never would have found you."

"Why were you even looking for me?" Bo asked her curiosity getting the better of her anger.

"You are my daughter." The voice said simply as if that explained everything. "You are the key to all of my dreams, all of my plans."

"Why would you think I would follow along with your plans? I don't know. I'm definitely not going to let you use me like all the Fae want to." She snapped.

"I don't want to you use you Isabeau. I want you to join me as you have always been destined to. I want you to help me in uniting the Fae. I want a world where there is no Light and there is no Dark. Where our people are no longer in a tepid truce that could lead to war in a blink of an eye. I want a world where the Fae are free, are open."

Staring into the darkness Bo couldn't help but want some of the same things. The only problem was she didn't know how this stranger would bring it all about. "How would the Fae be free?" She asked knowing that every system needed a form of order, a form of government and guidance. As much as she would like the Fae to be united the idea of them being unleashed on humanity without restrictions was horrifying.

"We would united them Isabeau." The darkness said emphatically.

Shaking her head Bo closed her eyes seeing no point in staring into nothing. "I don't want to rule the Fae." She said softly knowing that she didn't have the means of the knowledge to guide the Fae.

"Who says you have a choice?" The voice asked.

Hearing the truth in those simple words Bo felt her body shake. The darkness felt as if it was closing in and soon there was nothing. No thought, no feeling, and no sensation. There was only the darkness and the emptiness.

Opening her eyes Bo stared at the floor. Taking a moment to feel her body she knew that she was lying down on a cool hardwood floor. The smell of stale beer and old alcohol lingered in the air. It was a familiar scent and she knew without having to look around that she was back in the Dal. She wasn't sure what had happened or how it had happened but she knew something had happened. The memory of the voice and the darkness were still fresh in her mind causing a shiver to ripple down her spine. If the voice had belonged to her father then she knew she had a very real reason to be afraid. For all the gentleness and kindness in the voice there was darkness and steel behind it.

She didn't know the details behind her conception and abandonment but she knew that she needed to find out. If her father intended to use her, she knew it would be for nothing good. If he wanted control of the Fae she would not be his method of getting it. She had no desire to rule the Fae. She wasn't her mother and she was certain after her brief encounter that she was nothing like her father either. She didn't seek power and control. She just wanted a touch of normalcy. She wanted love, happiness, and a place that felt like home.

Pushing herself up she felt her hunger roar up. She was starving. Looking around at the disaster that was the Dal she wondered how long she had been in the darkness. Was it a matter of minutes, seconds, hours? She wasn't sure but her hunger made her feel as if she had been gone for weeks. Brushing off her clothes of glass and dirt she moved towards the door. The bar was clearly empty and she needed to find someone to satisfy her hunger.

Walking out of the Dal and into the darkened streets she was glad. Moving towards the night clubs and bars she smiled. The closer she got the more she could feel the pulse of desire thrumming through the dark streets. It was a teasing scent of perfume delighting her senses and arousing her hunger. In a near daze she moved towards a club with a small line outside waiting to get in. Brushing her hand along the bouncers arm she walked into the club with a smile. She knew she looked a little ragged and beaten but the joy of being a succubus meant that no one ever noticed what she really looked like. Her sexuality was a draw that overrode her appearance more often than not.

Sliding onto the dance floor she let her body move to the beat and soon she had a group of guys and a couple of girls swarming around her. They were all caught up in her haze of sexual hunger. Brushing her hand along one hand, over one cheek, across an arm, along a hip, she fueled their desire and increased their level of lust. Soon there were a mass of arms touching and caressing her body tuning her own lust. It felt like rain on a parched desert to feel their want, their need. Sliding her hands around one man of medium height and brown hair she pulled him close and pressed her lips to his. Taking a sip of his chi she felt her body shiver in delight. Releasing the dazed and enchanted man she moved on to a slight slip of a woman with auburn hair and green eyes. Her desired increased and she smiled as she pulled the woman close. Their bodies touched from hip to breast creating a near aching need between her legs. Taking a deeper taste of the auburn haired beauty Bo smiled and released her moving on to another member of her little harem. Selecting a tall blonde male she let her body wrap itself around him enjoying the feel of strong muscle and masculinity. Sliding her hands through his hair she pulled his lips to hers and kissed him deeply. He tasted of alcohol, something strong with a deep woody flavor. Smiling into the kiss she pulled away a little taking his chi with her. She was nearly full one more taste and she would be satiated. Moving along the circle she found a blonde and her heart skipped a beat. The blonde's aura burned brightly with desire. Sliding her fingers into the blonde's hand she pulled her closer. Caressing the blondes cheek she smiled and kissed her softly taking small sips of Chi.

Pulling the blonde towards the VIP section Bo pulsed a rush of desire through the bouncer in front of the VIP room. With a smile the bouncer moved aside and opened the partially translucent curtain back. Returning the smile Bo guided the blonde towards one of the plush couches. Pressing her lips to the blondes she sat down pulling the blonde onto her lap. It felt wonderful to hold a woman again. It felt even nicer to caress her hands and fingertips across satiny skin. Slipping her hands lower Bo stroked the woman's breasts. Perk nipples strained through layers of fabric to greet her palm. Smiling into the kiss Bo pulled back looking into green eyes. Her frown slipping she remembered that the eyes she wanted to look into were brown. The skin she wanted to caress reminded her of silk. The perfume that teased her senses was too flowery. It wasn't the slight mix of musk and spice that she had come to associate with home.

Feeling as if she had been doused with ice water Bo shifted the blonde off her lap and made her apologies. She needed to find Lauren. She needed to make sure Lauren was okay regardless of the stupid decision Lauren had recently made. She was still angry, she was still confused, but she was still in love.

Walking out of the club she left behind her disappointed admirers and made her way back to the Crack Shack. The walk took longer than she had expected and by the time she arrived the sky was lightening. Part of her wondered why she hadn't simply called Dyson or Hale or Kenzi. She had a network of friends to rely on and when she needed them she didn't think to contact any of them. Looking back towards the Dal she wondered why she was going home. Wasn't she supposed to meet Tamsin at the Dal? Her mind felt foggy. Her memories felt distorted as if it had all happened a long time ago. The urgency to see everyone had dimmed and had nearly disappeared. Shaking her head to free her confusing thoughts she opened the door of the house and wondered where her cell phone had gone.

"Kenzi?" She called out hoping her best friend would have some answers. "Kenzi are you here?" She called out louder moving into the living room. It was empty and the TV was turned off which was a rarity if Kenzi was home. Walking upstairs she knocked gently on Kenzi's door then opened it. What she found was something of a shock. Kenzi lay curled up under the sheets with a partially naked Hale. She suspected he was completely naked since she couldn't see under the sheets.

Wondering if it was worth it to wake up the new lovers she weighed her need for information versus her need for sleep. Deciding she needed to know what was going on more she called out Kenzi's name. She wasn't surprised to see her best friend pop up the sheet falling down to her waist revealing a lot more breast than she wanted to see. Turning around Bo waited for Kenzi to stop squealing and then screaming and then putting on a shirt. The sharp smack on her arm was all the notice she needed to know Kenzi and Hale were decent. Turning around to Kenzi's outraged face Bo smiled.

"Where the heck have you been? I've looked everywhere for you, so has Hale and Dyson. What the F happened?" Kenzi practically shouted wrapping her arms around herself defensively.

"I'm not sure really. I mean Tamsin and I went to the compound and freed the Fae. I told Tamsin I would meet her at the Dal with the others and then ... nothing." She said unsure if she wanted to share her new found knowledge with anyone until she had spoken to Trick. "Where is Tamsin? Why didn't she get Dyson and meet me at the Dal? Where is Trick?" She asked thinking that finding her grandfather sooner rather than later would be wise.

"He's in Ireland with Stella. Dyson's returned home and Tamsin didn't survive the accident." Hale answered staring at Bo as if he had never seen her.

"When did all of this happen?" Bo asked feeling confused.

"Trick left while everything was going down. I sent him off with Stella so he would be safe from all the political mayhem that was going on. Dyson got into a car accident with Tamsin not long after he got out of the compound and Tamsin didn't make it." He said avoiding mentioning Lauren.

"What about Lauren?" Bo asked noticing that Hale refused to address the topic of Lauren.

Looking at Kenzi, Hale considered how to broach such a delicate topic. Receiving a shrug from Kenzi he wished they were better at silent communication. Releasing a sigh of frustration he looked at Bo. "From what Dyson told me she performed a risky operation on Taft making him into a hybrid Fae. What she failed to tell Taft was that she turned him into a hybrid Cabbit, not a hybrid wolf. After the procedure was over and Taft was gone she released Dyson and told him to do what was necessary. He didn't see her get out and he isn't sure what happened to her after he left." He paused unsure of how to continue with the terrible news. "Once I wrapped things up with the Morrigan and the Elders I found the compound and ordered it searched. Someone had practically burned the place down. There were a few bodies of which we identified. One was a Fae Cabbit and the rest were human." Looking at Bo he apologized with his eyes. "One of those humans was Lauren." He stated softly knowing there was no real way to soften the blow.

Staring at Hale, Bo heard the words, she heard them over and over in her head and failed to understand. "How? When I left she was alive. She was fine. How did it happen? When did it happen? Where is she?" She asked the desperation coming through in her voice with every question.

"The doctor said she died from blunt force trauma about three weeks ago. I had her buried at Shady Oaks cemetery." Hale said as gently as possible.

Leaning against the wall Bo tried to get her bearing. It felt as if her whole world had turned upside down in a matter of seconds. Lauren was dead. Tamsin was dead. Trick was gone. And three weeks had passed without her knowing. A sense of guilt washed over her as she thought of her last moment with Lauren. It had been bitter and sweet. She didn't understand why Lauren had chosen to work for Taft. She didn't understand why Lauren had betrayed everyone. Looking at the guilt clouding Hale's face she stood up straight. "Why Hale? Why was she working for Taft?" She asked feeling deep in her gut that Hale knew the truth.

"She's the only one who suspected that Taft was up to something nefarious. When she first came to me about it I brushed her off. She came to me again when the bodies showed up and we struck a deal. She was sure Taft was behind the murders. I wasn't so sure but I needed any help I could get in figuring out what was going on. She agreed to work for Taft and find out if he was the one behind the mutilated Fae. In exchange for her service she would be freed from the Fae. Once she was in we could no longer communicate but I trusted what she was doing and I knew she would destroy Taft. She managed to and my last act as Ash was to give her, her freedom." Hale finished unable to express how sorry and devastated he had been since he had found Lauren.

Turning around Bo walked out of the room ignoring the shouts of worry behind her. Walking out of the house and towards the cemetery she felt as if she was in a daze. The information she had received swarmed around her brain reminding her of all the ways she had failed. She hadn't meant to leave Lauren behind. She hadn't mean to always turn away and move on to the next problem.

Wandering through the cemetery it didn't take her long to find Lauren's grave. It was no longer fresh but only a light dusting of grass had grown over. Sitting down next to the grave, staring at the headstone she breathed deeply feeling the tears rising to the surface. "I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry you died so unhappy with me, with us. I'm sorry I will never get the chance to fix things between us. Oh god Lauren I'm so sorry." Bo sobbed feeling her heart break as the tears and pain overwhelmed her.

"I never noticed it was always about me. I don't know what that says about me but I just never noticed." Taking a deep breath Bo let her hand caress the headstone. "You always just made everything so easy. You always focused so much of yourself on me it was so easy to forget that you needed things, that you needed attention." Wiping the tears running down her cheeks she let out a sob and reined in another. "I'm sorry I never noticed how much you needed me. I'm sorry I didn't make it more about you." Hugging her knees to herself Bo thought back to everything she had planned.

"I wanted so much more for us. I thought if I gave you enough space you would eventually be ready to have me back in your life. I never thought I wouldn't get that chance." Tracing out the letters of Lauren's name she smiled softly. "I should have fought harder for you. I should have made more of an effort to show you how much I wanted you regardless of the fact that you wanted a break. I should have showed you how important you are to me. I should have shown you how much I love you." Tracing out the dates she couldn't hold back the sob that wracked her body. She had missed Lauren's funeral. She had missed her chance to save Lauren."Please babe, please come back." She whispered leaning against the headstone wishing it was Lauren she was leaning against.

"I could bring her back." That voice said as it stepped out from behind a large angelic monument.

Startled Bo turned to the voice she knew so well. The voice that echoed through the darkness. Standing up she stared at the man she knew was her father. Looking at his dark hair, sharp features, and blue eyes she knew she was looking at a masculine version of herself. He was tall, dressed finely in a pin stripped grey suit with a vest and blue tie. The cane in his right hand looked more like a decoration than a necessity. "You can't bring her back. She's been gone too long and I know if you do she won't be the same. You can fix the body but you can't bring my Lauren back." Bo said sharply unsure how she knew the truth behind her words.

"How do you know Isabeau? Wouldn't you like to have her back?" Her father said seductively.

"Not as you would bring her. Not as I would bring her either." She paused looking at the headstone. "I've brought someone back from the threshold of death but this isn't the same. She's been gone for weeks, not minutes or hours. Whatever else is out there after death, she's already on that journey."

"Who says there is anything after death? Who says that world, that realm isn't part of my power?" He asked seriously looking at his daughter with softening eyes.

"Then I doubt she would appreciate being taken from whatever peace she has found." Bo replied thinking of that possible peace.

"What about her child? Do you think she would return for the sake of her child?" He asked walking towards the grave stopping short of stepping on the new grass.

Startled Bo stared at her father as if he had grown three heads and told her that the world was flat. "You don't know what you are talking about." She said softly, angrily.

"Of course I do. I've been circling around you for the last couple of months. I took the time to learn everything I could about you. I even took the time to read the coroner's report on you little human. She was twelve weeks pregnant. Didn't she tell you?" He asked knowing Lauren had never said a word. "I guess you weren't as careful as you should have been were you?" His smile twisted into a partial sneer. It was obvious he held a great distaste for human/fae relationships.

"I don't believe you. I have no reason to believe you." Bo replied confused by his last comment.

"Why would I lie? I have never had a reason to lie. I always make my intentions clear. I could bring her back. I could bring her child back. I make no false propositions on that front or any other." He said taking a step closer to Bo avoiding stepping on the grave.

"How do you know all this?" She asked feeling overwhelmed by the information.

"I care about you. I waited so long to have you, longer than I thought anyone should ever have to wait. I didn't think you would be able to do this? Not at your age." He said pointing towards the grave.

"Do what exactly?"

"I didn't think you would be able to impregnate you're human." He said with a reprimanding sneer. "It isn't wrong per say but it is a abomination of our species. We are a superior race and our purity depends on our ability to differentiate between ourselves and humans. We play with them, we eat them, we teach them, but we don't breed with them." He stepped away moving to the other side of the grave to take a closer look at the headstone. "I know she was exceptional but she was still human. It just isn't done Isabeau. You would have known better if your mother hadn't been so impetuous as usual." He released a disappointed sigh shaking his head before looking back at his daughter. "I have such high hopes for you. You have a lot to learn before we are able to start."

"I can't...I mean there isn't a way for me to...how could I have?" She asked flabbergasted.

"It's part of who you are, what you are. I don't know if the child was yours or one of your other lovers but you were the facilitator sort to speak." He said casually as if it was common knowledge and perhaps it was for all Bo knew. "Still it's just not done. The humans thought you kind did that more often than not but really only the rebellious children ever tried it. Incubus on the other hand have always had the propensity for playing around with humans and creating random half breeds. Thankfully there are few Incubus left." A slight shudder racked through his body as if he were truly repulsed.

Staring blankly at her father she knew the world he wanted wasn't one she would want to live in. His words, his body language told her he had a great dislike of humans and considered them to be the inferior species. Shaking her head at his arrogance and lack of foresight she looked at the grave. "I don't know what you thought to achieve by coming here but I can promise you, you have wasted your time. I'll never help you bring order or unity as you say, to the Fae. I may not like how they are now but I doubt I could stomach what you would make them into. I chose the humans a long time ago and that decision isn't going to change anytime soon."

"Who says you will have a choice?" He asks before enveloping her in darkness again.