A/N: This is it, step right up ladies and gentlemen! I'll now be able to take your bets on you gets injured, or worst, first. I'm evil, it's a thing. Much more action to come, I want to make this run through a few chapters as it's an important turn of events for the gang, and humanity. I didn't want it to be a 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' kind of deal. I hope it's as epic as the music I was listening to when I wrote it.
In a trance, eyes locked, pupils fully dilated, bodies danced together in unison. Sweat covered skin brush and stuck to each other. Burning words and heated groans merged into the vitiate air in time with flexing fingers pressing down into the flesh beneath.
The thin bed sheet had ridden down just below the valkyrie's tailbone, barely covering the women's intimate position. Hands laying flat down on the bed had been slipped underneath either side of Lauren's shoulder blades as Tamsin held most of the weight of her upper body.
Two Identical tattoos adorned the underside of the valkyrie's forearms. They were but red marks a few days after she was reborn, and slowly they become darker until they looked like fresh ink, imprinted into her flesh permanently.
The Icelandic blonde knew what they were, every valkyrie had them. They only appeared in Valhalla, when they were waiting for a rebirth. The symbol not only represented who they are, but also signified that they could use their very literal wings. Something which was not possible on earth, or so they thought.
Lauren had researched it and found nothing relevant, until Tamsin attempted to 'deploy' them, as she did up above. The doctor was far too astonished by the extensions usually seen in animals capable of flight to mourn the broken statue that resulted from the action.
The former detective had happily sang the famous R. Kelly song insistently enough to turn off her girlfriend from ever listening to it, or any other song with had anything to do with flying. She also took great pleasure in teasing her bearded companion for wanting to fly like a gryphon, the day he had been infected by the Rakshasa.
Back to your paid programming; the doctor's strong legs had been parted to the side as far as they could go, bent at a ninety degree angle as she followed the slow rhythm of Tamsin's hips. Both hands rested in the dip of the woman's back, her short nails scratching the soft skin with every trust.
Raising a hand, Lauren placed her palm against the taller woman's cheek, sliding it down and curling slender fingers around the strong neck. As the pressure below escaladed, her thighs clenched against Tamsin's side, knees digging into the taller blonde's laterals. At the same time, she brought their foreheads together, eyes closed shut as she hissed in a sharp breath and let out a stretched moan.
Tamsin groaned loudly, though fighting to keep her eyes open as she peered down at the blonde writhing underneath her own tensed body. She could feel Lauren's triceps flexing underneath her arms, and though the woman's nails pierced her skin, the valkyrie felt none of it as both her mind and body were engulfed by a blissful darkness, tuning everything out albeit intense satisfaction.
Their lips brushed together as they whispered loving words between heavy breaths: "I love you," Tamsin craned her head to nuzzle the side of Lauren's face. There was a burning in her throat as the doctor repeated the same words, and moments after the three century old fae was holding back tears.
This was the first time the pair had ever made love. The first time Tamsin had willingly shared such genuine emotions freely without the walls, without the fear. It wasn't hearing the doctor utter those words to her that crushed her defenses, but how sincere the syllables rolling off of her own tongue sounded.
The pleasure, the affection, the threat of a destroyed world looming over their heads; this combination, right in this moment, was too much for her to bottle up. Resting her chin on the smaller blonde's shoulder, forehead pressed into the pillow beneath Lauren's head, Tamsin hid away her face as hot tears rolled down her cheeks.
The attempt, although noble, was fruitless as the salty liquid crashed onto the doctor's shoulder. The satisfied smile on Lauren's face was replaced by a worried one, as her brow furrowed. "Tamsin, are you-"
"Fine," She spoke with a thick voice and a not-so-concealed sniffle. Sliding her hands further under the woman's back, the valkyrie hugged Lauren tightly as she ignored the soft chuckle coming from her. "I'm fine."
Turning her head, the human nuzzled her nose into Tamsin's neck, laying soft pecks along the nape and behind her ear as she wrapped both of her slender arms around her girlfriend's shoulders, offering her all the comfort she could give.
Minutes passed and neither knew how long they had been lying there, holding each other. Tamsin sighed as she rolled over onto her back, laying her forearm across her face and effectively concealing half of it. "I'm sorry," This never happens, she thought jokingly as she felt the warmth of Lauren's body press into her side.
"Sorry for the intense orgasm?" Cheeky grin, the doctor lifted Tamsin's arm up, wrapping it around her own shoulder as she settled down half onto her side and intertwined their legs together. "You're forgiven." Sighing happily, Lauren draped her arm across the taller woman's midsection and nestled her head just under Tamsin's chin.
She couldn't help the tiny smirk that lifted the corner of her lip, knowing the good doctor was simply trying to cheer her up. Her fingers traced lazy patterns along the petite woman's side, like any good abstract painter would on a virgin canvas. "I gotta say cryin' like a little girl after cuming isn't the best way to ride it out."
Propping herself on her elbow, her whiskey eyes had no trouble spotting the worry in her love's gaze. "I feel it too Tamsin," Lauren guessed it must have been the right words to speak, as just a few seconds later she found herself in her previous position; back against the bed with an eager valkyrie laying quick pecks all over her face.
"Yeah, you feel this?" As she began trickling the now trapped doctor, a large grin spread across her face as Lauren's laughter filled the room.
"Oh no, no no no-TAMSIN!" The woman yelped through laughter and sharp intakes of air as she attempted to catch the relentless fingers assaulting her stomach and sides. Though, Tamsin stopped before the lack of oxygen became a problem, she always did.
The pair settled down, lying on their sides and faced each other. Lauren wanted nothing more than to enjoy the time with her girlfriend, acting carefree like the world wasn't truly coming to an end. She didn't want to bother the already burdened blonde with her own worries, but certain questions lingered and needed to be addressed.
The human's status with the fae floated in limbo, would she go back after everything's said and done? She knew Tamsin could only rest easy when she Lauren would be protected by a side again, yet who in their right mind would go back to a life of slavery? "Have you thought about what you're going to do after this?"
The woman shrugged in response and wrapped her arms around the smaller blonde's waist, pulling her closer. "We could run away somewhere, in the tropics. Live life easy."
Though the idea seemed appealing at first, it presented many challenges. "And become paranoid that we're being followed, t-that they've found us? Is that the life you want for us, Tamsin, for our fa-future." Did I almost say family? The doctor only hoped the minor slip up hadn't been noticed.
I thought she wanted freedom, Tamsin's brow furrowed as she asked: "So, you're gonna go back to the Light?"
"No. I mean, I-I don't know." Being free she truly enjoyed, though the fae could not only execute her for treason, but Dyson and Hale for being accessories after the fact. She couldn't risk their lives after all they've done.
"Join the Dark." Tamsin's tone was light, yet it didn't make the suggestion any less serious.
"You're going back?"
"If I wanna keep you safe, I have no choice." Kissing her girlfriend's shoulder, she continued, "The pair of eyebrows in heels is already after ya."
Chuckling, the doctor closed her eyes and groaned softly as the Iceland native's lips ghosted over the pulse point on her neck. "Join the light."
"AH! Ever seen a snowman in hell?"
"Honey..."
Tamsin lifted her head to meet Lauren's gaze. "Look, it doesn't matter what side we choose. As long as we stay together, we'll do alright."
Sighing, the human cast her eyes downwards. She hated to take up the subject, despised the fact that she could do very little about it. Society says she's crazy for attempting to find ways to live longer, science says there's much more to discover and the fae would undoubtedly throw her in the dungeon for even thinking it. "And when I grow old-"
"We'll deal with it when we get there."
"You can't leave everything up to chance, it's important to plan for the future."
Even if Tamsin didn't see this moment fit for revealing the deal she had struck with the God, she might not have another opportunity to do so as the world around them was quickly breaking apart. "Since this isn't small talk…I made a deal with Odin when I was in Valhalla."
"What kind of deal?" Lauren quickly sat up, holding the bed sheets against her chest as she did so. Starting to dread having asked the question, she grew weary of the answer she would receive. Was the valkyrie's stay on earth temporary?
Taking a deep breath, the blonde spoke with haste: "Thekindthatwillmakeyouimmortal."
"Tell me you're joking."
"I thought you'd be happy."
"Didn't you think for one second perhaps this was too big of a decision to take on your own?!" Slipping off the edge of the bed, the petite blonde quickly threw on her discarded clothes: a blouse and blue jeans.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't think to ring you when I WAS DEAD!" Throwing the covers off in a huff, Tamsin slipped into a pair of boxers and put on the tank top that had landed on one of the barrels earlier. Long, blonde curls bounced around her shoulders as she rolled the edge of the shirt down.
Now dressed, or semi-dressed, each woman stood on their respective side of the bed, barking sentences at each other like syllables were sharp teeth and every word a bite.
Even though Tamsin was back in blonde – a much paler, golden shade of blonde mind you - it didn't make void the grieving Lauren suffered through for three months. "You don't think do you?" The human shot back as harsh as the words thrown at her were.
"I did this for you! For us! Isn't this what you wanted?"
"You did this for yourself! It's what YOU wanted, Tamsin. We never discussed any of this!"
The valkyrie was now standing inches away from the blonde. When did we move? "Is it such a sin to want to keep your forever?" Her voice was soft and held no anger.
"My life is not yours to decide. It's not s-some genetic sequence you can alter to fit your own selfish needs!" As the taller woman tried to reach out for her, the doctor shrugged off her hands and left the room, slamming the door behind her.
"Lauren!" Letting a large breath deflate her entire body, Tamsin flopped down on the bed and let herself fall backwards. After a few seconds of lying there, she came to the conclusion that mopping around won't do anyone any good, so the valkyrkie made her way into the basement where the diverse species of fae were training with the barkeep.
Tamsin had no trouble drowning out all the noises as her fists eagerly tenderized the material of the punching bag in front of her.
I thought it was every human's cracked up fantasy to find immortality. Why isn't she happy about this? Does she like the idea of us being together in her own lifetime?
What? You really think someone could endure your stubborn and grumpy ass for all of eternity? Oh shut up…me.
Every time I try to do good, I seem to do more wrong. Is there anything I can do right?
"FAECON ONE! FAECON ONE!" The voice of a tiny Goth woman broke her train of thought, as well as her concentration. She let her hands fall to her side as she turned her head to see what the commotion was about. The heavy punching bag had gotten momentum from the valkyrie's last punch and came back, smacking into the unsuspecting woman.
Almost losing her balance, Tamsin, nostrils flared, stopped the bag from moving with her hands as she walked towards her favorite drinking buddy. "Are we out of Vodka?" Her heart beat increased, and before she knew it, she was having a panic attack over the possible permanent extinction of alcohol.
Irritated, Trick held up a hand to let his students know to take a break. "What is it, Kenzi?" The king whispered harshly.
"Way, way worse." Kenzi replied to Tamsin first, before turning to Trick and holding onto his forearms, sea-blue eyes wide as saucers. "They're here, they're strong and they're trying to break through the force field."
"Are you certain?"
A thunderous blast shook the entire building; sounds of glass breaking, wood cracking and a frightened Kenzi could be heard around the room otherwise quiet with whispers: "This is not a drill, I repeat, not a drill!" The tiny woman yelled, from her position in Tamsin's arms, whom had caught her bridal style as Kenzi had leaped up, startled by the sudden noise.
As her mind drifted off to the blonde doctor, Tamsin let fear get the best of her as she demanded pointedly: "Where's Lauren?"
Climbing out of the tall blonde's arms, Kenzi checked her hair for any signs of imperfections. "Upstairs, suiting up with the D-man and Bobo."
Nodding, the valkyrie shared a look with the Succubus' grandfather. "Trick, get Hale and go." The group had planned both of their escape route to an unknown and secure site. No one had been informed of its location, but the blonde herself. Knowing the consequences of such a war - the aftermath of the chaos and ultimately the destruction of society - the fea needed their Blood King and Leaders to rebuild their secret empire.
Turning to the soldiers in stand-by, Tamsin commanded: "Everyone else, it's time to rock and roll. At the bar in five, let's move it ladies!" She shouted over her shoulder as she sprinted up the stairs, Kenzi not too far behind. Though, she had to wonder how the brunette could run in heels so high they could be considered stilts. I figured it out: running in heels is Kenzi's super power. I knew she wasn't human.
Another blaring noise shook the fae bar, countless bottles of alcohol fell and broke themselves on the wooden floors that had often been littered with the same liquids, and other unpleasant bodily fluids. Each break felt like a punch in the gut, as Kenzi carefully tucked the mini bottle that former detective had give up in her knee high boots.
The gang were lined up next to each other, Tamsin holding the front as she riled up her army for battle. Each word seeped into their skin and travelled through their veins, acting like a boost of pure adrenaline.
"Where our feet walk, our enemies will cower and hide. Where our swords are drawn, they will lay bloodied on the ground." The soldier's chants grew louder and louder, burying the almost constant shudders under their feet and over their heads.
The gang took turns staring at each other, the gleaming in their eyes intense, their bodies on edge. They clutched to their weapons tightly, their only hope for survival. They didn't have much for armor, most of it the soldiers were wearing; bits and pieces of metal here and there, covering the most vital parts of their bodies.
Tamsin had insisted that Lauren would wear a shield on her back, which could be useful in a handful of situations. The rest of the gang were clad with sharp steel and the leather sheets to hold them in. Dyson had shoulder protection as well as a shield and a claymore, whereas Kenzi held her trusty Geraldine in one hand, dust knuckles in the other, and had thrown a knights helmet over her head, claiming she didn't want to ruin her hair.
The succubus, armed with her charm and a deadly broadsword had strapped on metal greaves over her usually leather-clad legs. All the better to crush their faces with, the brunette reflected on her last talk with the Iceland native, a slight smirk on her lips.
Speaking of whom, our blonde leader wore a form-fitting breast plate which covered her torso fully. Her golden locks, usually in a bun, had been tied in a pony tail. Under the protective armor, she wore a white blouse, the sleeves rolled up to the inside of her elbow. Black pants covered her slender legs, and had been stuffed into the greaves that matched her breastplate.
As the valkyrie's speech reached its end, the army barely stood still, blood lust raging inside each and every fae and human alike. "Leave your mercy here, bring on the bloodshed. We fight to kill, to win. This is our land and we're taking it back."
Although the fight between the doctor and Tamsin had not been resolved, Lauren was impressed by her girlfriend's leadership qualities. She could easily see how the woman was at the head of armies over the course of time, leading them to crushing victories. She possessed charisma, strength, but most important of all, she cares. She cares for Lauren, she cared for the gang and for the fate of humanity that she had lived amongst for centuries and more to come. Tamsin's energy radiated and bounced off of everyone in the room, it was intoxicating. It was no mystery how the blonde had fallen madly in love with this woman.
As the soldiers dispersed and took their formations, the tall blonde turned to the Succubus. They were strong; the will to fight and survive was at its highest, though none of it was enough to ensure their survival for the horror they are about to face. They needed a boost, a power-up, and Tamsin knew exactly what to give them. "Take my chi."
Before the brunette could react, the valkyrie's lips were on hers, a strong arm wrapped around her back. Careful not to let herself enjoy the warmth and softness of the taller woman's lips, Bo raised both of her hands up to hold Tamsin's face as she pulled back slightly, mouth open as a flow of blue energy transferred between the pair.
Exotic and cold, the valkyrie's chi filled her with a such power that left her whole body tingling and craving for more. The first time she had tasted it was different, it was exhilarating, but also much less vibrant. Now this, she couldn't even begin to compare with any other chi she's ever tasted. She could almost feel Tamsin forcefully pushing more and more of her essence into her, eyes soft, making her confident that it was okay to take all that she needed, and then some.
The tension between both women was palpable; the hatred that once caused this slowly morphed into great respect. Everyone could see it, namely Kenzi, who was the first to voice her thoughts. Looking between Lauren and Tamsin, she said: "That has to be awk."
Chuckling, the doctor raised a brow. "Or just really hot."
Mouth wide open, Kenzi lifted the visor on her helmet as she gasped loudly: "Doc!"
"I'm with Lauren on that one." Dyson added, sharing a fist bump with the doctor, whom wore a matching toothy grin.
Kenzi shook her head at them, as her eyes were back onto the pair engaging in what could only be described as fae porn. As the women broke apart, their eyes glowed the same bright, blue color. Stepping aside, Tamsin motioned her hand towrads the gang as her eyes never left Bo's.
"H-how am I supposed to-"
Tamsin spoke like the answer was obvious, "You're the Succubus, succubus. So, succugive."
"That's helpful." Clenching her jaw, the brunette closed her eyes and focused herself on the chi that coursed through her body. When she had grasped hold of the core of the power, she opened her mouth and countless streams of blue, shadowy essence flowed into everyone's mouths. When Bo opened her bright, cobalt eyes, she could see everyone marveling at the strength she had felt, and is feeling, coursing through her veins.
Taking a step back, the petite brunette shook her head. "Talk about a succuorgy."
Rolling her eyes, Bo folded her arms over her chest, a pout on her lips. "When are we going to run out of Succubus puns?"
"Never." Kenzi retorted quickly.
"Miss Tamsin," One of the soldiers approached her, hand on the hilt of his sword. "They've broken through."
Nodding, she answered simply: "You know what to do."
"Clear the area and take cover! Quickly, brothers!" He shouted and led the army behind the bar and overturned tables scattered about.
The gang followed suit; Tamsin pulled the petite doctor into her arms. She felt Lauren's hot breath on her neck, as she shielded her face from the explosion that brought down the whole back wall of the Dal. As the dust settled, Tamsin stepped forward quickly as she drew her weapon. "Go now!" The soldiers piled into the massive whole they created themselves and filled the streets with battle shouts alike.
A harsh crack sounded and the front door of the bar was taken down. Hades' undead army had no qualms about breaking and entering. They all wore the exact same armor which covered most of their bodies. Their eyes glowed red and their skin was a void grey, cracked and dry like old pottery.
The fae units did their job as told; a group of fifteen defended the entryway they had blasted, while the others cut a path ahead for the five friends.
"Come on!" The valkyrie shouted as she ran towards the opening, effortlessly vaulting over the pile of destroyed bricks as she burst into the streets, followed by Bo, Dyson, Lauren and Kenzi whom did the same.
The sky was overtaken by black clouds, the only reason you could make them out was the hue form the lighting outlining their shape. The air was thick with smoke from the numerous fires that were burning all around the city.
The undead soldiers that had filled into the bar had now been trapped by Tamsin's army, whom fought them off the best they could. Sounds of steel hitting steel; shouts and screeches determined who won each battle. The valkyrie recognized each one as fear and death grazed her skin and tightened her chest.
Lauren spotted a red ball of energy high in the sky. She estimated it to be five clicks away. "Tamsin, up above."
Glancing above, Tamsin turned to the group. "That's where we need to go."
"What is it?" Bo asked curiously, eying the crimson ball of energy looming in the darkness of the day. Or was it night? No one was sure.
"The portal to Hell." She explained quickly.
One of Hades' soldiers had slipped through their defenses and was coming up behind the gang.
Tamsin's eyes grew wide, as she spotted the soldier. From that point on, everything seemed to unfold itself in slow-motion, like someone was messing with the fabric of time. Letting out a shout that seemed to stretch on for days, the valkyrie dashed in its direction, yet it felt like her legs weren't fast enough, every step seemingly taking great effort.
Panic on her face, the woman shouted again. "DYSON!" She watched as he turned around and tried to block the sharp steel that shattered his sword and embedded itself into the higher side of his ribcage.
Tamsin didn't stop running as she shoulder blocked the soldier, sending him flying back against the part of the brick wall that was still standing. Her mouth was open, her throat constricted, she knew she was shouting, yet she couldn't hear a thing. With a vicious thrust, she pierced the undead's armor, flesh, muscle, tendons organs, and bone as the tip of her sword severed his spine.
The soldier wiggled around the blade, letting an otherworldly screech as he dissipated to a pile of dust onto the valkyrie's armored feet. Turning around, she shouted something, though she wasn't sure what, as she ran to the bleeding wolf's side, sliding on her knees next to him. She could see her hands moving to cover his wound, yet they didn't seem to move fast enough for her liking.
Tamsin hadn't felt Lauren's warm hand on her shoulder, hadn't seen her rush next to them; all she could see was the blood flowing freely through her fingers. She felt the wetness of tears caress her cheeks as she pressed her hands down onto the man's open gash.
"Tamsin, I'll take care of him." The doctor watched her girlfriend's face. She hadn't reacted to her touch, to her words; she seemed to be frozen in time. "Baby, you have to let me look at the wound." Nothing; not a flinch. Was she even breathing?
The Icelandic blonde closed her eyes, though she thought it was just to blink, the darkness seemed to last much longer. Why didn't she get there fast enough? Why didn't she prevent this? She swore to protect them, and failed without much effort. She was no good to anyone, not to Lauren, not to her best friend, not even to herself. Why did Odin bring her back if he knew she would have failed so miserably? Lost without hope.