Out of the Dark

by The Descent into Chaos

This Valkubus fanfic is at the request of a reader. It begins at the start of S1 E1 of Lost Girl when Bo is captured and taken to The Ash's compound. After being examined by Lauren and learning what she truly is, Bo is again taken to be given The Test, to choose a side. While waiting in custody, The Morrigan visits Bo to get her to join the Dark, and this is where the story begins.

7. Chapter 7

Bo awakens in her bed after having one of the weirdest and most vivid dreams that she had ever dreamt in her entire life. She looks around and finds everything to be normal, even down to her sleepwear. Bo feels this overwhelming sense of respite seeing that the dream didn't make much sense to her anyway, and she was happy for it to be just that, her imagination. Even so, she could not help but feel disturbed by it. And her heart felt different inside. It felt like she was happy and sad at the same time, with fear coming in between. Bo shakes her head and laughs to herself, thinking that she needs to stop tripping out. Relief resurfaced across her mind as she stretches, feeling invigorated. She gets out of bed and goes for the shower. Bo takes off her house gown and steps inside of the tub, closing the shower curtain around her. Standing, the water cascades down her body as she brushes back her hair with both hands, eyes closed. Her body begins to tense up as she hears what appear to be footsteps creeping towards her, and after that attack from a Morragh not too long ago, she has been prepared. Bo immediately opens the shower curtain with a blade in her hand. And much to her surprise stands Lauren.

"Bo, you're awake," she says, a sigh of relief in her voice, and a teary sparkle in her eyes. And just like that, Bo's idea of it being all just a dream shattered. Her mind begins jumping hurdles as it tried to decipher what was real and what was untrue. And even as her thoughts ran all over the place, it could only think of one thing or rather person, Tamsin.

Quite a few hours ago inside of the 39th Division Precinct. Dyson is under a desk, talking aloud like a mad person. Kenzi is lying on the floor in a deep sleep. And Bo and Tamsin lie facing each other, their hands had fallen from their original position but remained together, coupled on the floor. Upon first inspection, with two people unconscious on the floor, one in a deep sleep, and another gone mad, it would seem that Dyson was behind it all. So it was good for Dyson that Trick and Lauren arrived on the scene before any major heads, having been called by Hale, who was first to enter. After not hearing from Dyson when they were to meet up some time later at The Dal, Hale called him. It was unusual for Dyson to be so late, especially when it was his idea to go there. As was the case, Dyson did not answer, and having been his partner for several years, Hale knew how many calls it took to spell trouble. However, Hale did not have to get validation from the last warning call because Dyson answered his phone, sounding like a patient that had a critical relapse in a psychiatric facility. Hale hurried over to the precinct so that he could assess the scene before calling for back up. When Hale arrived there it was like a scene out of a movie. He was more than relieved to find that everyone was still alive, and that there was no blood. And instead of calling The Cleaners, the Light Fae clean-up crew, he dialed Trick, telling him of the details. Soon after his conversation with Hale, Trick called Lauren.

It was not long before Lauren and Trick arrived. Lauren immediately went around with her medical bag, examining each one of the unconscious ones to double-check whether or not they were still breathing. She could not help however to be thrown off by the positioning of Bo and Tamsin, well their hands. It would appear that they were holding hands. Lauren shakes off the idea, and takes it as a fight gone wrong, even though there were no indications of a struggle. But when it comes to Fae, Lauren had learned from experience that just because there weren't any visible bruises did not dictate that a fight hadn't taken place. She reaches Kenzi, who it would seem was in a deep sleep, and after nudging her a few times, Kenzi awakened, still seeming sleepy. Kenzi appeared to be fine save for an extreme headache, resembling what was to be called the worst of any hangovers she had ever encountered. Still, when Kenzi tried to stand to her feet, she was quite wobbly and a bit disoriented, looking as if she had been drinking in excess. Hale sits Kenzi down in a chair. Kenzi holds her head in between her hands and groans. Then Hale does a siren whistle on Kenzi and her headache is gone, much to her happiness and surprise. When asked what went down however, Kenzi could not seem to remember what had happened, the effects of Tamsin's powers still observable.

Lauren goes over to Dyson, and with the help of Hale and Trick, was able to get him from under the desk. She examined him thoroughly, not knowing what to make of his sudden insanity. But when he started rambling things about the events, it became obvious to Trick what was the cause, a Valkyrie. And it didn't take a genius to know which among them the Valkyrie was. But to be sure that Tamsin was indeed a Valkyrie and not another type of Fae with similar power traits, The Morrigan was called, much to her annoyance. She insisted that no one else be notified until she arrived. And came she did, quickly, before word got out of a failed peace. The Morrigan entered the precinct with a couple henchmen and found the current state of affairs to be somewhat amusing. She orders one of the henchmen to take Tamsin. Then she, Trick and Hale convened in a corner. The Morrigan, not wanting her scheme to become lost, offered a way out so that her plan hidden behind the guise of peace may continue. The solution was simple, not to disclose the events that happened here to anyone outside of this room. And for the sake of maintaining peace between the sides, Trick and Hale agreed.

Lauren though, remained baffled by Tamsin's and Bo's condition. She knows a fair amount about Valkyries and their powers, yet it did not make sense for both to be unconscious, unless they were fighting to which there was not an indication of, and that bothered her. In any case, they all decided it was best to leave before any of the humans found them. Hale was to take care of Dyson, keeping him under close supervision until he returned to normal, his condition would last no longer than a couple days. He whistled for Dyson to follow him as he carried Bo. Trick and Lauren helped Kenzi, who was still unbalanced but headache free. And The Morrigan left with Tamsin and her henchmen.

Quite a few hours later, sits a clothed Bo and Lauren discussing the events in Bo's bedroom. Lauren tells her that she had been looking after her and Kenzi, requesting a brief leave of absence from The Ash for personal reasons. Bo thought it very sweet and considerate of Lauren for doing what she had done for them. But while she shows Lauren gratitude for taking care of them, it is apparent that Bo is still not over the situation that she has with Lauren sleeping with her by order of The Ash, regardless if they were leading in that direction or not. Lauren noticing her distant mannerisms apologizes again for what happened that day, and tells Bo that she would like to be given the chance to explain herself. Bo stands and walks to a nearby wall next to a window, leaning against it, peering out the glass. Her thoughts everywhere. She does like Lauren, and she had hoped that what they had would develop into something real. But Lauren manipulated her, forcing her to cast her wall up. Now she doesn't even know what she wants anymore. And in a few words, she tells Lauren that she doesn't want to talk about that now, and Lauren cannot do anything more but respect her wishes. But that is not the only thing bothering Bo as she continues to stare off. She wonders about Tamsin, and if she is alright, further, if she would be punished for what had happened, for Bo feels partly responsible. Kenzi enters the room, first giving Bo a huge hug, and then talking about everything that she remembered to her and Lauren. Bo's mind elsewhere.

Somewhere in Dark territory, Tamsin lies in a hospital bed, still unresponsive. The Morrigan is on the phone with a prospective client, her assistant beside her, and her henchmen guarding the door. A Dark Fae doctor is checking Tamsin's vitals all the while speaking to the assistant of Tamsin's condition. He tells her with reasons beyond his expertise that Tamsin has fallen into a self-induced coma. The Morrigan finally ends her conversation on the phone and asks the doctor the verdict on Tamsin, to which he tells her the same diagnosis. She then asks how long will Tamsin be like this, hoping that she would recover soon since she doesn't have time to replace Tamsin with a suitable candidate for her so-called peace project. The doctor tells her that it is undetermined, and that all he can do is continue to treat her until she comes out of the coma, if at all. The Morrigan is not at all pleased with the news. She raises her arm to liquefy him, and he quickly tells her that he is the best person to take care of the situation, rapidly stating reasons why. The Morrigan sighs as she flips her hair. She then gives the doctor 24 hours to rectify the situation or meet his maker, smiling. The doctor swallows a huge ball of air. The Morrigan walks over to Tamsin and tells her that if she dies on her that she will kill her. Then she bids the doctor adieu and leave, the assistant and henchmen following. The doctor completes his round and departs, leaving Tamsin alone. Suddenly a finger on the hand that the pulse oximeter is attached to twitches.

There is complete darkness before a memory begins to regain consciousness. The depiction is as crystal-clear as experiencing it in true life. Many centuries ago, there was a very beautiful maiden whose main duty at that time was to collect souls of the valiant to take to Valhalla, the great hall of heroes. This was just no ordinary maiden, this maiden happened to be a Valkyrie, and among collecting, it was also her duty to determine the outcome of battles, choosing who would live, and who would not, sending those that were deemed undeserving to Hel, the polar opposite of Valhalla, an underground place of the damned. Though the maiden intervened in battle whenever she saw fit, she was not ever to be seen by man unless they were on the verge of death. And she performed her tasks very well, so well that she was to become the next Commanding Valkyrie, the highest rank one can achieve.

One day while performing her duties, the maiden came across a handsome yet fierce warrior. Hovering about the battlefield, the maiden watched as the warrior slays his opponents with much art and skill. Not only that, but as the warrior fought, he treated each of his enemies with dignity and respect, never fighting unfair, going for low-blows, and did not permit the desecration of any bodies, allowing his enemies to collect their dead so that they may honor them properly.

The maiden also observed the warrior being honored by his brothers in arms after the battle, and upon returning to his homeland, adored by fellow citizens. He was not of noble blood, but his nature was as noble as one could be. The maiden was so intrigued by the warrior that she kept a close observation of him, wanting to know the passion of his fighting. It was then that she learned that it was not for glory, or to sit at the table among the greatest combatants known in the afterlife, but he fought for those that could not, to protect those that couldn't protect themselves. He fought for peace. The maiden found herself admiring those qualities about him. And she favored him.

When the warrior would go into battle, the maiden was never too far away. And in battle he was, engaging in every epic battle known in that region, fighting heroically. The maiden became the main topic of discussion among her fellow Valkyries for discovering such a fine specimen. This soon caught the attention of their Sovereign, who took great pleasure in obtaining such a worthy fighter. This created friction among some of her sister companions, who were jealous of the maiden and her limelight.

The maiden continued to watch over the warrior like a guardian angel, still performing her other duties of course. It would seem however that the more she watched him and his acts of valor, the deeper her feelings became. This in turn created an inner turmoil for the maiden since she had never felt these things for anyone, and it made her afraid. It was a spoken law against Valkyries putting anything else above their duties, and an unspoken one of displaying emotions since it was a proven fact that it obscured judgment. The maiden had never heard of any Valkyrie caring for anyone. So she kept her feelings to herself, but a few of the Valkyries began to notice a change in her. Gossip ensued. Gossip that climbed up the ladder, reaching their Sovereign.

With the way things were going there was no doubt in the maiden's mind that her warrior would be perhaps the greatest warrior Valhalla had ever seen. The maiden might not have been the Commanding Valkyrie in charge yet, but she was their Sovereign's favorite among them. He instructed the other Valkyries to be more like the maiden, who would travel far and wide to find their Sovereign the greatest fighters.

One day while out performing other tasks, the maiden heard the warrior's prayer, his voice resonating inside, sounding as if he is about to meet his demise. The maiden goes to him, ready to collect him, to take him away to Valhalla. When she arrived, she found him bruised and bloodied, a sword stemming out of his back. He falls to his knees and continues to plea for his life, praying to their Sovereign, not aloud, but in his thoughts. An enemy is about to swing the final blow, but the maiden intervenes, changing the course of the battle. The enemy slips and falls, and the sword he carried lifts in the air and lands into his heart. The maiden then appears to the warrior in a long white gown shrouded in bronze, silver and gold armor, where the upper half is made completely out of armor, and the bottom of the gown is embellished with gold and silver lining. Her golden tresses descend from a feathered wreath, white. A mystical aura radiates around her as she floats above the ground, her wings, a pearly white, wave against the wind. Her beauty shining vividly before him, the warrior looks as if he is seeing an angel, smiling that his prayers have been answered. Then he loses consciousness.

The warrior awakens to a field of lush green pastures, and lovely flowers of different hue spanning as far as the eye can see. He notices that his armor has been taken off of him and his clothing entirely changed into attire fit for royals. The warrior lifts his shirt and sees that his mortal wound has been healed. He sees the beautiful maiden sitting at the foot of a creek, pouring water onto her feet. She is wearing an all white gown. Her hair drapes over her shoulders resting underneath a diamond chained headband. The sun beaming upon her makes it all the more picturesque. He walks over to her slowly. The closer he gets to her it would seem the more her appearance changed. And when he does reach close yet far enough, she has become a beautiful swan. Upon seeing this, the warrior automatically falls down to his knees, singing the swan praises of thanks and gratitude, his arms raised to the sky. The swan maiden seems to be startled. Startled not by his presence, but by him. The swan maiden had never really interacted with a mortal outside of viewing their last breaths. He notices the swan maiden's sudden change of demeanor and hastily apologizes for his intrusion. Then it is as if he were spellbound, entranced in the sight of the swan. The warrior apologizes again to which bewilders the swan maiden.

He bows his head. "By the Gods, thou art as splendid as thou art magnificent. Not only in sight, yet act, for it is I that thee hath chosen among men. For that I am forever indebted to thee. From henceforth I shall be thine humble servant," he says, his face on the earth.

The maiden comes to him as she once was. The warrior feels a slight change in the breeze and lifts his head. He stares into her eyes, a winter's blue.

"I thought it merely a dream when I looked upon thee," he says, now in kneeling position. "I now know that I must have after all departed from mine former life, for a beauty such as thee cannot be seen with mortal eyes." He bows his head again. "Please pardon my lack of guile. If I am being too forthright it is simply that it cannot be contained." He looks into her eyes again. "For a beauty such as thee ought to be revered." The warrior stands to his feet. He tells the maiden that it had been her all along beside him in battle. That many years ago he had dealt with severe injuries, but for several years until recent, he has left the battles with merely minor flesh wounds. He knew that it was not skill alone, that he was being guarded. The maiden does not respond. He tells her that he knows that he could not repay her for all that she has done for him. So he gives her the only thing he could. "I am thine," he says, to her gently. "I am thine."

The warrior awakens on the battlefield in his original war attire. He stands up to see that only death surrounds him, he the sole survivor.

It did not take long for word to get around of the warrior's miraculous tale. The people began to praise him as a demigod, but he reminded them that he was just a man. And each time he returned to his modest home, he would find that he had treasures left at the door by locals. Believing he did not deserve such things, he gave it to those he felt deserved them more. This altruistic nature made him well-respected among the people, and it also made the maiden's heart fonder of him. She found herself often watching him even when he was not in battle. But when he was in battle, he knew that she was there with him, for he would look to the sky and there would be a constant flicker that only his eyes were allowed to see. And every night, no matter where he was, he would think of the maiden, and she would hear his thoughts of her.

With each battle earned the warrior even more admiration, and placed him among the greatest of heroes. Now held in the highest regard, his name became legend. He was close to the King, who wanted to bestow upon him title, yet he respectfully declined for what he had done was out of duty. The warrior had brought peace to their territory. The maiden and the warrior as it were, were as close to each other as the morning is to night physically, but emotionally they were as a wave is to an ocean. The time was fast approaching however that the maiden and the warrior would no longer be as they had been. The warrior had aged quite a bit, yet this did not falter the way the maiden felt about him, for her heart warmed for what was inside of him.

…The machine that is monitoring Tamsin's vital signs begins to fluctuate.

The warrior soon found himself at war again. A far away kingdom looking to expand their land had come to invade and conquer. When the warrior went to battle this day, he said a prayer and devoted it to the maiden. This went unheard by her, for she had never received it. The fighting went on as it typically did, with the warrior defeating each of his opponents. The maiden was collecting souls as usual along with eight other Valkyries, but something was afoot. The maiden noticed that her powers to decide who would live or die had been temporarily blocked. Her sister companions looked at her in confusion as well. Then she suddenly heard a loud cry, and she felt an ache in her heart. A spear had entered the warrior's body from behind. The maiden instinctively flies over to him, but just before she reaches him, the other Valkyries stop her, holding her, warning her that she cannot interfere because the battle had already been decided.

…The machine levels that are rising and falling more and more alerts the nurse, who goes into the hospital room to check on Tamsin.

The maiden was forced to watch the warrior fight on, though he was in major pain. Then another spear was lunged into him. For his enemies could not fight him in close range, so their tactic was to attack him from behind having no honor, for love and war were both one. The maiden ached again. And when it was apparent that the spears were getting the best of the warrior, his enemies gathered. Fought the warrior continued, even as he fell down to his knees. Each time a sword entered his body, the maiden felt a pain cutting into her heart. She struggled futilely to break free no longer able to stand the brutality of the warrior's suffering. And when she heard him call to her, it brought tears to her eyes yet as a Valkyrie she could not cry.

…The machine peaking, the nurse along with another nurse calls for the doctor on staff.

The warrior looked above and saw the maiden being held, the look in her eyes. He knew then that death kissed at his lips. Yet his only regret was death for it would severe the link between he and the maiden. Still he would gladly accept it, if only he could see the maiden one last time as she was the day in the pastures. The warrior raises his arm to the maiden, and she in turn reaches for him, neither reaching each other. The Valkyries that held the maiden releases her. Then suddenly the maiden's attire changes and she is in the white gown with the diamond chained headband, her wings stretching. As beautiful as the maiden is, her beauty could not hide the pain in her eyes. And the warrior, knowing that his time has come, tells her that it is okay, to soothe her heart, yet his last words broke it.

"I am thine." Then just as soon as the statement ended, so was he, being dealt the final blow. The maiden felt this surge of emotion flood inside of her, and not being able to restrain it, she allowed it to pour out, screaming. Her Valkyrie sisters looked at her in alarm, never having heard such a wail before. The scream was so loud that it crossed terrains and reached high above, not only stopping the battle, but ending it all together. That scream would later become only a tale to future generations.

…Tamsin's vital signs suddenly drop and then flatlines. A nurse is injecting Tamsin with a compound while the doctor performs chest compressions.

The battle over, the maiden flew to the warrior, kneeling beside him. The maiden looked upon the warrior and made his body whole again.

…The doctor and nurses are working relentlessly to recover Tamsin for fear of not only her death, but theirs as well.

The warrior's face has changed, and instead of the face of a male, it is Bo's. However, now it was time for the maiden to fulfill her duty, to take the warrior's soul to Valhalla. Just before she could, she is stopped by a fellow Valkyrie, who shakes her head. The maiden does not understand since the warrior was a great fighter, a champion among his people. The Valkyrie regretfully told the maiden that the warrior was denied entranced into Valhalla, his crime that he had forsaken their Sovereign by praying to the maiden before battle. This angered their Sovereign for it is he and he alone that received the praises of all his subjects. The maiden knew that if the warrior were not permitted to enter Valhalla then he must be taken to Hel. She felt this to be too dire of a consequence, that one mistake could cost someone so pure at heart their soul. The maiden refused to take him to Hel, defying their Sovereign, much to the shock of all of her sister companions, many of whom tried to convince her to collect the warrior and ask forgiveness. The maiden did not listen. Her defiance sped through like the current of air.

The maiden immediately began to regret her decision out of fear, fear that rocked her to the core for she had never refused to comply. But she remained firm. She had never felt the kind of feeling that she had felt for the warrior. Knowing that she can no longer go back to being the way that she was before, she accepted whatever was to come to her for her disobedience. And punished she was, for she was made out to be an example to anyone else who would even think of defying their Sovereign.

And the once beautiful maiden was now damned. Not able to take the form of a swan, but cursed to become a vulture. Not able to fly on horses, she is made to walk on foot with wolves, her wings taken away. The maiden is no longer immortal as she once was, and as part of her downfall, doomed to spend lifetimes on Earth, mortal lifetimes. And the warrior was sent to Hel where he spent the rest of his eternity.

Bo, who is still standing by the bedroom window, peering out of it, starts to clutch at her chest. Lauren notices and asks her what's wrong. Bo tells her that she doesn't know. Lauren grabs her medical bag, but Bo tells her that she is fine, that it's probably indigestion. The ache rips through Bo's chest again to which causes her to make a painful sound. Lauren goes over to Bo and takes her to lie on the bed, Kenzi helping. Bo repeatedly tells them that she is fine. Then Bo suddenly stops all movement, her eyes opened, but she is no longer present.

Simultaneously, Tamsin is still unresponsive to the tactics that the staff is using to revive her.

Inside of the darkness, a lucid image of the warrior appears, reaching out to the maiden, who is also there. And the maiden reaches back to him. Bo is somehow an audience to this. She looks to her side and there stands Tamsin, watching the two as well. Then when Bo returns her gaze to the pair, it is now her reaching for the maiden. Bo is so confused, yet the maiden's placid blue eyes feel familiar to her and she relaxes. In turn, Tamsin is reaching for the warrior, his eyes gentle. Bo notices that the maiden resembles Tamsin. And Tamsin sees the warrior's appearance changing, beginning with his eyes burning neon blue. Then as it would come to pass, the warrior comes to the maiden, and the two kiss a centuries old kiss, one of forever longing, and deep passion. And when they do finally release each other, Bo finds that she is staring at Tamsin, and Tamsin at Bo.

Bo comes out of her stupor, back inside of her bedroom, Kenzi and Lauren beside her. She is breathing like she has just run a marathon, with a very confused expression on her face. "Tamsin," says Bo as if she were there in front of her.

At the same time, Tamsin is revived, with almost the entire floor staff surrounding, the Dark Fae doctor giving thanks to every deity in his memory bank. Tamsin sits up upon hearing a voice. "Bo?" And then. "Shit!"