Thanks for the follows guys. Please, bare with me. This story is kinda getting away from me and I'm trying to nail it down so I can do it justice. Hope you guys like Kenzi's chapter. She's hard to write (maybe I'm just out of the loop with the lingo she uses) but I hope I got her general essence.

It had been weeks since Kenzi awoke on the floor of her old home. At the time, her memories had been so clear. Sure, there were parts missing; she couldn't answer all of their questions. It was like certain information had been wiped from her brain. As the days passed, it seemed like more and more of her memories were growing hazy and then disappearing completely. Soon, she was afraid, her whole experience in the afterlife was going to be erased. The thing that scared her the most was that every shred of her time with Hale was going to be forgotten. She clung to them with ferocity.

It would have been nice to talk to someone about it, but Tamsin had disappeared shortly after Kenzi's return and Bo was hardly ever around. As it turned out, the crack shack had become more of Bo's headquarters. Evidently, she had moved in with Lauren several months prior.

To add to the post-resurrection craziness, Kenzi felt different. It wasn't bad, but she didn't feel the same. It was like something was moving under her skin, waiting to come out. Kenzi had long ago grown accustomed to all the weird shit the Fae world threw at her. She knew she should tell someone, but it felt like she was always causing trouble. They'd spent the last year looking for her. Everyone deserved a break from Kenzi induced drama.

I've been spending too much time by myself. Gives me all the time in the world to wonder and worry. It was true. Bo was often at the clubhouse, but she was always talking to various Fae that had come to pledge themselves to the new queen. She was usually to busy trying to work out what it was she was supposed to be queen of to spend any real time with her best friend. As a result, Kenzi was having trouble readjusting to life. She felt more alone than she had in a long time.

It was on one of her more self pitying days that Dyson came by. It wasn't completely unusual. He was often in her home, but mostly it seemed he came on business for Bo. Sometimes he brought Kenzi a pizza, but that night he came bearing gifts: the newest version of Robot Hooker and a top shelf bottle of vodka, courtesy of Trick. They had played and drank and laughed all night. They'd fallen asleep on the couch, her feet in his lap. It was, hands down, the best she'd felt since returning to the earthly coil.

The next morning she awoke to the most exquisite feeling: Dyson was rubbing her feet and up her calves. He stopped when he felt her twitch into wakefulness, only to carry on once she'd opened her eyes. "Oh. My. God." Kenzi began, putting emphasis on each word. "That is amazeballs!"

"I'm here to help." He chuckled at her Scarlet O'Hara pose (one hand dramatically placed on her forehead, the other fanning herself). Waggling his eyebrows at her, he added, "In any way I can."

Kenzi couldn't be sure, but his voice seemed huskier and his eyes burned in a way that made her reconsider the assumption that he was joking. She sat up, removing her feet from his grasp; trying desperately not to snatch them away. That would make this even weirder. Right? Just act normal. So she laughed and smacked his chest as she rose from the couch. "Hungry?"

"Starving." He responded, that cocky smirk still on his face. "A night with you would give any man an appetite." This time Kenzi couldn't help it; she stopped mid-step and turned looking at him with wide eyes. "Dyson," she gasped, hoping he wouldn't see how much it affected her. "naughty much?"

"What can I say? I've missed my Kenzi and her unique brand of humor." He came around the couch and motioned upstairs. "I'm going to clean up. Can I use your toothbrush?"

"Uh, sure." She replied. I guess it's not that bad. No big right? Right.

The truth was that it wasn't strange or weird at all. It felt totally natural. That is, it felt natural until she remembered that this man had mated (the big one and only time) with her best friend. She knew Bo had made her choice, but it was still weird to think of her ex in such a way. Not that those thoughts hadn't been in Kenzi's mind before.

Kenzi could not remember a time she hadn't thought the wolf man was hot. I mean come on! Tall, chiseled bod, and damn if those curls weren't the cutest thing ever. It only took Bo five minutes to wrangle herself some shifter ass, and besides, Kenzi knew she had never stood a chance. She was a human. While she knew that Dyson loved her, would protect her to the very end, she also knew that Fae didn't really do relationships with humans. Except Bo, but Bo wasn't like any other Fae.

This, however, did not stop Kenzi from indulging in the occasional daydream focusing on her and a certain cop. But Hale had been the one to love her and she had loved him too. But the one thing she could distinctly remember from her time in Valhalla was when her late fiancé had kissed her goodbye. "I love you li'l momma, but there's someone out there who you were made for. Go, find him and be happy." She had felt guilty at first, but she was in the land of the living and she didn't know if she would ever see Hale again.

Since her fall from grace, as she'd begun to call it, Kenzi had noticed many things. For one thing, the relationship between Bo and Dyson seemed tense at best. She knew that Bo had chosen the Doc, but last she checked Dyson had settled into a long term waiting game. He hadn't been angry or jealous anymore. So what was his deal? She determined that she was going to have to sit her bestie down and get some answers.

She knocked on his door and waited. Sure, she could have picked the lock, but out of respect for the man inside, she showed a historic amount of patience. Finally, she heard the lock slide back and then there he was. Dyson, in all his glory, was shirtless when he opened the door. He looked her right in the eye, as if he had known it was her (He probably did with that super powered nose of his). He leaned on the frame and gave her a lazy smile. "What can I do for you this morning?" Kenzi rolled her eyes and pushed past him. Her hand tingled at the unexpected contact with the skin of his chest. Flexing her fingers she rounded on him as soon as she was fully inside.

"D," she began then faltered. Kenzi had never been the type to run for help at the first sign of trouble. The last thing she wanted was for the people she cared about to worry and she hated looking scared. "Kenzi?" Dyson could see that something serious was bothering her. Taking her by the hand he led her to his small couch and sat down next to her, his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders. "Whatever it is, we'll handle it together."

Looking into his eyes, Kenzi felt her fear subside. Yes, once he knows what's going on he can help me. And then it all came tumbling out in a barrage. "Dyson, I'm losing my mind. My memories from Valhalla are slowly fading. And I feel so different. I can't explain it. What if I'm turning into a zombie or something? And…oh my god…" She hesitated. A small squeeze from the man next to her urged her to finally say it. "I started a fire in the clubhouse." It was a whisper so quiet that it was only thanks to Dyson's sensitive hearing that he caught her words. His eyebrows shot up and he clenched her tighter.

"You did what? Why?" It was clear to Kenzi that he hadn't completely understood.

"No…I didn't…" She waved her hands around trying to get the words right. "I didn't get a lighter out and torch the place. I was…over emotional…and all of a sudden my bedspread went up in flames." She stared at him expectantly. He looked blankly at her for a moment and then she saw it in his eyes when it all clicked. "What? What is it? What have I become?"

Trying to suppress a smile, Dyson responded. "Fae. Kenzi, you're Fae."