Note to Readers: I've never done this, so not sure if I'm writing this right. But this chapter may contain certain "triggers." So if anyone may be affected by the content I apologize in advance. However, I would like to assure you all that Bo is not being raped. And here's a couple of reasons why to ease your mind: Tamsin can read her thoughts of her, so she knew what she wanted even if she didn't say it. And however disturbing this may sound, Bo could fight her off if she wanted, but she didn't want to. She was just throwing a fit because her feelings were hurt. And she was crying because their actions were bittersweet, making love when someone she cares about can be facing death in her eyes. I really like to leave stuff to imagination, but not in that kind of way. Okay, so thanks for reading, sorry about the chapter within a chapter, but I would like every reader to be able to feel comfortable...Now that that's over, I guess upward and onward...
*** At the crack shack. Kenzi is fast asleep on the sofa, sheet covering, Ziggy the teddy bear resting in her arms.
Upstairs, Bo is seemingly restless, tossing and turning, lying in her night gown. Something doesn't feel right, having no other alternative she addresses the situation with a knife, sliding it from underneath her pillow, throwing it in the direction that is making her anxious. It doesn't make a sound.
"Show yourself," she says, sitting up in her bed, another knife in her hand. "Final warning."
The person steps into the moonlight streaming from the boarded windows. "You always sleep with knives?" says Tamsin, holding the thrown knife. Her eyes peering back at Bo, who at first seemed happy to see Tamsin, and then not.
"How'd you get in here?"
"Do you really want to know?" says Tamsin. She looks back through the window, at the search team scattered, staking out the home. "Amateurs," she says, to herself, shaking her head. She turns back around. "You really should do something about your security, it's really not safe."
Bo sighs. "Is that why you came here, to tell me about security or lack thereof? And I think I can handle myself." She lies back down, placing covers on herself, facing away from Tamsin.
Tamsin walks over to her, taking off her clothes until she is left with a tank top and boy cut underwear. She gets into the bed, next to Bo and rubs her arm.
"What do you want Tamsin?"
"I thought it was obvious."
Bo turns around and faces her. She frowns, shaking her head. "I don't understand you. I mean, why are you doing this to me?"
"What am I doing?"
"Why do you hurt me?" says Bo, with tears in her eyes.
Tamsin frowns as if Bo's words hurt her to hear that. "Hey…that's not what I want," she says, softly caressing the side of Bo's face.
"And what do you want?" says Bo, a single tear falling.
Tamsin brushes the tear away. "I'm here," she responds. She starts kissing Bo. The kisses grow ravenous. Tamsin climbs on top of Bo, still kissing. Bo's gown slides off. And Tamsin's hands trail her body, Bo reacting to her touch. Then Tamsin's top comes off. She moves in closer, exploring Bo with her lips, until she reaches her neck, then her lips again. Their hands holding onto each other. As their bodies move in unison, Tamsin's hand remains underneath, exploring the region below. Bo's body starts trembling, she holds on Tamsin tightly. Then out of nowhere Bo moves away, shaking her head.
"I can't do this," says Bo. She gets up from out of the bed, wrapping a sheet around herself. Tamsin looks at her in confusion, sitting up in the bed. "You can't just come into my home, into my bed, and lay with me like everything's okay," says Bo, expressing herself with her hands. She sighs. "So are you still planning on turning yourself in?" Tamsin doesn't respond. Bo exhales, upsettingly. "So you think that coming here would make everything better? That that sleeping with me would make everything alright? Is that it? Huh? Say something dammit," says Bo, frustrated. She backs into the wall, rubbing her head, crying. Tamsin walks over to her as she can hear her thoughts of her. She tries to look into Bo's eyes, Bo moves away. "No," she says. Bo covers her face, Tamsin removes her hands. "No," says Bo, frowning. She moves away from her, Tamsin grabs her hands. "Don't." She pushes Bo back against the wall. "Stop, what are you doing?" says Bo. Tamsin starts kissing on Bo's neck. "No, stop Tamsin, I don't want this." Bo pushes Tamsin off of her. Tamsin pins her against the wall. "Are you serious?" says Bo, looking at Tamsin like she has lost her mind. Tamsin ignores her, kissing her again. "I said stop!" She tries to push Tamsin off, but Tamsin holds her against the wall, restraining her hands against it with her hand. Bo continues to fight with Tamsin, trying to break free. Tamsin opens Bo's legs, and places her hand in between them. "No stop."
Tamsin continues. "Do you want me to stop?" she says, looking Bo directly in the eyes. Suddenly an erotic sound escapes Bo's lips. And she submits to Tamsin, who picks her up and places her back in the bed. And they continue as they once were. Hot tears sliding down the sides of Bo's face. ***
The next morning, Kenzi wakes up and heads to the bathroom. She finds Tamsin in there. "Okay, so didn't expect this," says Kenzi, as surprised as ever.
"Um, yeah, I was looking for the," Tamsin clears her throat. "Um toothpaste."
"Footlocker," says Kenzi, pointing.
"Thanks," says Tamsin, with a frown.
"No problem, no problem at all. If you'll excuse me," says Kenzi. She goes out into the hallway, does a couple of Hail Mary's while doing the curse of the black spot dance from the Pirates of The Caribbean, where they wipe their chest, stump in a circle and spit.
Tamsin watches in a strange curiosity unbeknownst to Kenzi. "You do realize that you just put a curse on yourself right?" she says.
Kenzi gasps and holds her hand against her chest from being startled, blushing from embarrassment. "Holy shit, for reals?" she says, looking as if she is about to hyperventilate.
"No, I'm just fucking with you," says Tamsin. She goes back into the bathroom.
"What? Did I just get played," says Kenzi, to herself, really shocked. "Oh it's on like Donkey Kong. Yeah, that's a good one," she says, to herself, nodding her head, walking away. "I must be slipping if a Sith Lord got jokes."
Not too much later, Kenzi is sitting on the sofa, eating a bowl of cereal when Tamsin comes down. She walks over to Kenzi. "Well if it isn't Death Comedy Jam," says Kenzi.
"Kenzi," says Tamsin, with a serious tone. "Regardless of how you might feel about me, I guess we have one thing in common. So seeing as all of this kind of happened without any planning on my part, when you go out, I would appreciate it if you kept my being here to the people here in the house. Meaning acting as if everything is normal and not informing anyone of my presence," says Tamsin, arms folded.
"What, Tamsin asking me for a favor? I'm shocked," says Kenzi. Tamsin gives her a look. "Okay whatever, I kind of clocked the A-Team some time ago. And I won't tell your business."
"Thanks," says Tamsin. She goes over to the kitchen, and starts getting things out the fridge with a frown.
Kenzi goes over and sits at the table. "Whatcha doing?"
"Well I am attempting to prepare a meal, out of this. You guys really need to shop more. And clean out your fridge."
"Hey no complaining. It's not like we were expecting company. Besides, people usually don't stay for meals," says Kenzi. Tamsin gives her a piercing look. "Ahaha," says Kenzi, trying to play it off. "You know me, speaking without thinking. Well hell it's true. So, where's Bo anyway?"
"Asleep," says Tamsin, in her usual nonchalant tone.
"Damn, for real?" says Kenzi, her mouth opened. "It's like that. Wait, hold on, just exactly what kind of sleep are we talking here because I would hate to get medieval this early in the day? And why the hell did I not hear anything? I mean yeah, there was major dust on my ass, must have been the worm I ate," says Kenzi, in deep thought with herself.
"Wait, are we still talking?" says Tamsin, looking at her seriously.
"Ouch. And I thought we were breaking ground here, but as usual the real Slim Tamsin had to stand up, being a bitch," says Kenzi. Tamsin gives her a warning stare. "Hey hey you asked for that one. Anyway, you cooking? Like what the hell? And I mean that figuratively, you hear me figuratively." Kenzi takes a mouthful of cereal. "So, you must really care about Bo. I mean to go through all this trouble, being a fugitive and all. And still putting in work. Gotta respect the hustle."
Tamsin sighs while looking like she wants to vomit. "You're treading."
"Noted."
Tamsin starts putting together all of the ingredients to make a meal work. Making things from scratch, using leftovers. Kenzi is watching in amazement like a small child in an audience, watching a magic show.
When Tamsin finishes, there are muffins, biscuits and gravy, soft and creamy grits, pancakes and French toast, eggs scrambled and over easy, finely cut pieces of meat, chopped up fruit, a glass of orange juice and coffee.
"You think this is okay? Or that it's too much?" asks Tamsin. She hands Kenzi a plate, and has a tray for Bo.
"Um hell yeah it's okay," says Kenzi, chomping down. "Come again," she says, bowing her head.
Tamsin leaves Kenzi downstairs, taking up the tray for Bo.
Upstairs, Bo is coming out of the bathroom in a robe, having taken a shower. She looks at Tamsin with a quizzical expression. "You cooked?"
"I um, thought you might be hungry, so," says Tamsin.
Bo's eyes turn blue. "I am."
Meanwhile, Kenzi is downstairs pouring syrup all over her plate. Suddenly the house sounds like it's on the verge of collapse. "What the fuck?" she says, jumping out of her seat. Then she sees dust falling and hears moaning. "You've got to be shitting me? And I'm eating." She shakes her head. "I tell you, no respect these days," she says as she grabs her plate, and leaves.
Later that day, Kenzi returns. And it's quiet. She goes over to the television and turns it on to one of her shows. "Yes, just in time," she says, happily, planting herself on the sofa. Then out of nowhere, dust is falling again, and more noises. "Oh hell no, not this shit again. I literally was gone for hours. And it's Pretty Little Liars, do you know how hard it is to wait week after week to be even more confused I mean what does a girl have to do around here," she says, in a whiny voice. "Dagnammit there are rules!" she yells. She takes a bottle of wine and starts guzzling it down, turning the volume on the television up.
About forty minutes have passed and Kenzi is locked into the television screen. Upstairs, Tamsin is putting on a cami and a pair of shorts while Bo is wrapping her robe around herself.
"I think I was getting used to wearing birthday suits," says Tamsin, with a smile.
"Well as much as I enjoy seeing you in your birthday suit. I guess we have to put on clothes some times."
"What for? They're still going to come off," says Tamsin, sitting back in the bed.
"Confident. I like that," says Bo. She crawls onto the bed and kisses Tamsin. Tamsin rests Bo on her backside, caressing her leg. Now they are holding each other, looking into each other's eyes.
"I guess you weren't hungry," says Tamsin, jokingly. Bo doesn't respond, looking as if something more serious is on her mind. "Something wrong?"
"No," says Bo, softly. "Maybe. I, I want to tell you something, but I don't know how, I mean I do but I don't know how I should say it."
Tamsin looks at her with understanding eyes and smiles. "Just say it, that usually works."
Meanwhile downstairs, there is a knock on the door. "Really?" says Kenzi. "Come on, why are you going in that direction? A is right there, geez," she says, sounding frustrated to the television screen. She goes to the door and opens it. The Morrigan walks in, along with a few henchmen. "Um excuse you? A door opening does not mean come in. And you are not on the guest list."
The Morrigan totally ignores her. She stops by the sofa. "Oh, how so very…quaint," she says, looking around the place as if it makes her sick.
"Can I help you?" says Kenzi, walking back into the room.
The Morrigan gives her a prudish look. "I suppose. Where is your owner?"
"What?" frowns Kenzi.
"Oh don't be like that hun. Your hearing is just fine. Now scurry along," says The Morrigan.
"Maybe if I knew what the hell you wanted I could direct your call," says Kenzi.
"Why aren't you just as cute as you are stupid? Okay we can play this game. I believe that your owner has something that belongs to me. Now be a good pet and go fetch, I don't have all day," says The Morrigan. Her muscle bound goons surrounding.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, and unless it has anything to do with bad manners. Well you can take that shit back with you, out the door."
"Well now, you are quite the firefly. I can see why you're still alive. Well momentarily anyway," says The Morrigan, with a shrug. "Now let's cut the shit, you all have something that I want, and I would hate for things to get ugly, but judging from this place, things already are."
Upstairs. Tamsin and Bo have just finished kissing. "You never said what was bothering you," says Tamsin. "Why are you being shy?"
Bo looks down. "Because Tamsin." She shakes her head. "I don't know."
"You never had a problem talking before. Tell me, or should I be concerned?"
Bo takes a deep breath. "Okay," she says, looking back at Tamsin. "Tamsin, I love you," she says, with a gentle voice.
Back downstairs. The Morrigan is fed up with Kenzi's lollygagging. "Search the place," she orders.
"Hey you can't do that," says Kenzi, with her arms in the air.
"Watch me," says The Morrigan.
"See now you done gone and pissed me off," says Kenzi. She looks around for something close to pick up. Then she pats herself and finds a pocket knife.
The Morrigan laughs. "You can't be serious?" she says.
"I am. Yeah, show me what you got," says Kenzi, tossing the knife in each hand.
One of The Morrigan's goons knocks Kenzi over to the couch and goes upstairs.
"Now that was just plain rude," says Kenzi.
Upstairs. Tamsin is frowning. She holds her hand against her chest like she's in pain. Her breathing is heavy. She feels something changing inside of her. "Get away from me Bo!" she yells.
"What?" says Bo, caught off guard, her eyes hurt. Tamsin grips her chest tighter, than almost immediately she jumps away from Bo, landing across the floor. "What's happening?" Bo says, concernedly. "I don't understand."
"Get out of here!" Tamsin yells. She balls up in the corner and groans in pain.
"Tamsin?" says Bo, reaching out to her.
"PLEASE," says Tamsin, in her demonic voice. Chains start coming from out of her like tentacles, her face ghastly. Two henchmen burst into the room. The chains retract. The lights start flickering and eerie sounds peel through the walls. Tamsin looks up and the goon that makes eye contact with her drops dead while the one behind him body is shaking from several chains pulling him against the wall before he is met with a final blow to his skull. Bo is looking at the henchmen, her eyes horrified. She grabs her mouth as if she is about to gag. Then a few chains grab Bo, taking her into the bathroom, into the tub, wrapping around the exits, locking her in. Tamsin is really breathing heavy as if there were a mask over her face, her body moving as if it were searching for air. Then she grabs the floor with her hands that are beginning to turn grayish black. The darkness stemming from them until it reaches her head. She looks up as if she can see all around her. Her head slants. Then chains appear downstairs, underneath the floorboard, underneath the henchmen, grabbing them entirely, their bodies crushing in between the chains.
"Shit!" yells Kenzi, tripping herself over on the couch. Eyes amplified. "You see the shit you started?! This shit could've been resolved by a phone call."
As the henchmen rush in, one by one they meet their demise with chains. The Morrigan looks around unfazed as she sees the men clinging to life. Some even being dragged out of the house. Kenzi is on the sofa, her head down, covering her ears as she hears their screams, and those of the others outside. Suddenly there is a rain of gunfire, outside, no bullets hitting the house of course then it goes silent.
Kenzi lifts up her head, looking at the damage, struggling with her nerves to get off the couch. She shakes her head. "Oh somebody is paying for this shit. And I'm talking cash."
Then one of the bodies that was supposed to be dead stands to his feet, eyes a pale white. Kenzi looks like she wants to have a heart attack. "You wanted to see me?" it says, sounding like it definitely came from death.
Kenzi closes her eyes, while making the sign of the cross.
"I suppose this isn't Maurice now is it?" says The Morrigan, so very causal. She leans against her leg, folding her arms. "Now I normally don't do this kind of shit, making house calls." The Morrigan sighs. "Did I mention I hate making house calls? You know this. So this is by all means personal."
"This is between me and you. Those men didn't have to die," says the corpse of Maurice.
"Well be that as it may," says The Morrigan, she stops herself, looking at the crumpled up body of one. "I guess it's true what they say, that's why the pawns move first. You just added more paperwork to my night. Oh well, that's what assistants are for. It's still going to cost you." The Morrigan flings her hair. "Darling dear, we have much to discuss." The corpse looks like it's about to die again, weakening, eyes opening and shutting. "Tomorrow. 8 a.m. sharp. Don't keep me waiting."
"Fine. Collect your dead." The body drops to the floor.
"And she works for you?" says Kenzi, with a confused expression, shaking her head. The Morrigan looks annoyed. Suddenly all of the bodies left downstairs melts, flesh still bubbling. Kenzi covers her mouth and nose from the stench. "And she works for you. Understood," says Kenzi. She looks around. "I think I'm gonna hurl." The Morrigan walks away. "Hey hey, who's gonna clean this up?"
Upstairs. The chains have disappeared that was keeping Bo locked in the bathroom. Tamsin is still dark, curled up into a corner, the wood underneath her rotting, and the curtains near her singed. Bo enters the room. "DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!" says Tamsin, sounding like she's really hurt, her head down.
"I'm just trying to understand all of this Tamsin. I don't know what's going on. I don't know if you're hurt. People are dead in my bedroom. And I need to see if Kenzi's alright."
"SHE'S FINE."
"Then what about you? What can I do for you?"
Tamsin's head is still down. "STAY AWAY."
"I don't want to do that Tamsin. I can't. Not now." Bo sighs. "I don't know if I'm doing something wrong, or if we are. And I don't know what to do anymore. I just, I just feel like every time we move forward, it's like we're being knocked back. I mean whoever is writing this stuff has a pretty fucked up sense of humor." Bo shakes her head. "I just want to help Tamsin."
Tamsin still breathing heavy. "YOU CAN'T. NO ONE CAN."
Bo looks disheartened. "I don't believe that."
"BO, I DON'T WANT YOU TO SEE ME LIKE THIS."
"I don't care what you look like Tamsin," says Bo, sincerely. "I still see you for you. Whatever it is, that's happening, we can work through it. I meant what I said, when I said that I l…"
Tamsin interrupts. "DON'T BO. I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU."
Bo looks shocked. "Why would you hurt me?" she asks, with a frown. Tamsin doesn't respond. "You know, some of the things that you say?" Bo shakes her head again. "It just doesn't make sense with how you act towards me. Maybe if you told me what's going on I can understand. I know that you're not evil Tamsin, so how can you hurt me?" Bo looks as if she's just realized something. "Is it because of what I said, because I…" says Bo, cut off, holding her neck, her oxygen taken. She falls to her knees.
Tamsin can hear Bo struggling for air. Suddenly Kenzi comes up. "Bo are you okay?" she says, rushing over to her. Bo's breathing is back to normal. She looks up where Tamsin was and sees that she is gone.