Disclaimer: I know it has been a while for me to get back to writing, but you know life happens. I will try to update as much as I can and not take years this time. In any case, I am going to take the challenge of writing on Lost Girl Season 4. Though I was told to skip it, I would like to take up the challenge. It might get weary, but hang in there. Also, I am taking a different direction to help Season 4 and try to keep things as connected to the story as possible. The outcomes are always changing so bear with me. My apologies for any typos in advance. Thank you for reading and being patient. Now upward and onward...
Kenzi enters the dark crack shack and suddenly falls onto the floor. "Oww. My neck, my back, my neck and my back, not to mention my ass. What the hell?!" she says, looking around. She gets up and turns on the lights, searching the room, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Then she looks over and sees a basket. It appears to be made of gold and silver with pure silk linen lining the top. "Oh wow for moi?" she says, all smiles. "My ass doesn't even hurt at all, well not much. I wonder who would have left me such a gift." She thinks about it. "Dyson…" She shakes her head. "Nall, he's kind of on the broke side." Then she looks as if she has just received an epiphany. "Hale, yeah, it must be Hale, he's so sweet." She goes over to the basket and lifts the linen. "Hale? Hell to the naw naw naw to the naw naw naw." Kenzi begins to panic. "Okay, breathe, breathe. Shit happens like this every day, you know." She looks back inside the basket. "You know, there is a reason that I drink. Speaking of drinking, I could just be drunk, imagining things. So, when I close my eyes it will disappear." She closes her eyes tightly, and when she opens them again. "Damn, damn, damn! There's a fucking baby in my house. I mean there's a baby in my house. What the fuck dude, there is a baby in my house. What am I gonna do?" She paces the room for a moment. Then she goes back over to it. "Look at it," she says, watching the baby sleeping comfortably. "It's so cute…yes you are, yes you are, you're the littlest cutie pie I've ever seen, yes you are," she says, doing some sort of baby talk. Then she thinks about it. "What the hell am I doing? Okay okay, where's the alcohol." She heads to the cabinet and stops herself. "What are you thinking? This could be like, like Moses or somebody, you can't just drink in front of Moses." Kenzi places her hand on her forehead. "Okay okay, I know what I have to do." She takes out her phone and dials a number.
About twenty minutes later, there is a knock on the door. Kenzi goes over and opens it. "Oh my god Dyson, it's so good to see you," she says, hug included.
Dyson gives her an odd look. "Really because I just saw you at The Dal Riata not too long ago."
"Oh yeah that. And shhh. Keep your voice down okay. And just to be clear, I was at The Dal getting wasted before I came home, not after," she says, appearing to be talking to no one in particular.
Dyson frowns. "Kenzi, is there someone here?" he whispers, getting into cop mode. Kenzi nods her head yes. Dyson takes out his gun.
She looks at him like he's off his rocker. "Put that thing away. This might be little baby Jesus." Now he looks at her like a rockstar with no guitar. "I'm serious dude," she says. He puts away his weapon, but still looking at her the same. "Shhh, come here," she says as she tip-toes where the basket is. "You see," she says, pointing.
"I see that that's one hell of a gift," he says, inspecting it.
"Um no shit Sherlock. I mean watch your language."
"Okay," he says, with a frown, wondering what's gotten into her. Thinking it to be a romantic gesture from Hale. "Well, it is real gold and silver." He shifts the linens. "And your typical variety of gems, you know rubies, sapphires, diamonds," he says, being cut off by Kenzi.
"OMG! For reals," she says as she looks in the basket, her demeanor changing instantly.
"Probably Hale, showing off," he says, in a jealous tone.
Kenzi is so caught up in the jewelry that she almost forgot why she called Dyson. She slips back into reality. "No, it's not Hale. It's the baby," she says, in a hush tone.
Now Dyson is looking at her like he's about to escort her to the psych unit. "Baby? What baby?"
"The baby. It was just in the basket. I'm telling you, I'm not crazy so stop looking at me like that."
"Okay Kenzi, whatever you say, but do me a favor, call me when you haven't been drinking," he says. He is about to exit when she stops him.
"Okay okay. I know how this might look okay. But trust me I'm telling you the truth, there's a baby in this house, and it came from that Moses basket. So couldn't you just use your sniffing powers and you'll see that I'm telling you the truth," she says, pleadingly.
"I already have Kenzi. No one is here." Suddenly they hear a noise.
"You see, you heard that didn't you?"
"Stay back," he says, about to pull out his gun again, but Kenzi stops him.
"I will not let you shoot little baby Moses Jesus." He shakes his head and slowly walks over to the noise, Kenzi following behind him and to his surprise, he sees the baby. "See, I told you," says Kenzi. The baby is playing with an empty beer bottle. It looks up at them and smiles.
After about thirty minutes of explaining to Dyson how the baby was already there when she came, Kenzi has become exhausted as she rocks the baby in her arms that is wrapped in linens. "Look for the umpteenth time, it was here when I got here okay," she says.
"Okay Kenzi, I'm sorry if I'm having a hard time believing that a baby in a decked-out basket entered a locked home, and is brought here of all places."
"Hey, there is nothing wrong with my home. And have you thought that maybe someone wanted it here huh?"
"Yeah okay. How did they get through the lock? And why here?"
"Um I don't know, isn't that your job, Mr. Detective?"
"You're right. I'm going to call it in?"
"No you can't. What will happen to my little baby Moses Jesus?"
Dyson is starting to become weary of Kenzi's chosen name for the baby. "The baby will be taken by social workers and," he says, being cut off.
"No, it can't. You can't let it go into the system. Do you know what happens to a lot of children that goes into that?"
"I don't know Kenzi, perhaps they find better homes, have parents to look after them. It's really not my concern. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to do my job."
"That's pretty cold Dyson. And no, most of the time they end up runaways, living on the street, doing things that they don't want to do just to survive if they can."
"It's not my call Kenzi. Plus this is why you called me over right?"
"Well maybe I wasn't thinking straight. Mayhaps all the alcohol."
He raises an eyebrow. "All the more reason to make that call."
"Okay Dyson, I'm going to level with you alright. Now yeah I was freaked out at first, but now I feel different. I think I have grown a bit attached to um you know it." She lifts the baby and the baby smiles at her. "Who can say no to an adorable face like that," she says, smiling back. Kenzi places the baby against her shoulder. "And have you ever thought that maybe someone left it here for a reason. I mean the bling speaks for itself. Not that that is the reason that I don't think it should go. Just an added bonus, plus what if it's Fae huh? Have you ever thought about that?"
"I don't sniff anything Fae here," he says, folding his arms.
"Hey, but it can be, maybe it's too young now."
Dyson sighs. "Do you really think that you are capable of raising anything, let alone a baby?'
"Um ouch. And yes I do. I'll have you know that I have helped raised a many of cousins as our parents left us all together while they gambled and drank their lives away," she says as a matter of factly. Dyson isn't seeming at all convinced. "Look, just give me a chance. I can do this D-man."
"Okay Kenzi. I'll check at the cop shop for any files on missing children. This stays between me and you. In the meantime, for goodness sake, find out the sex of the baby and give it a proper name. And clean up this house, it's not suitable for a baby."
"Yes, and got it," says Kenzi, excitedly. Then. "Wait, you mean I have to look at its baby parts?" she asks, almost about to gag.
"Yes Mommie Dearest. Bathe, feed, change diapers, clothe, you know, all that parenting stuff."
"I prefer to be called Kenzi." And then she realizes Dyson's remarks. "Oh god no. I mean why, why me…why has thou forsaken me…I mean I'm sorry. My apologies little baby Moses Jesus. Don't really want to go to hell on a banana peel." She hesitantly looks between the linen and hurriedly closes it back. "It's a girl," she says, with a bit of relief. "Makes my job sooo much easier. I'll call her…hmmm, I need something strong, like a good o'l stiff Russian drink. I mean you know like a good Russian name," she says as she looks at the baby. "What about Tasya?" The baby starts crying. "Okay okay, no Tasya, um Aleksandra." The baby cries again. "Okay, it sounds like a name for an Olympic figure skater, I get it. Okay, um Zenya." The baby cries. "I so suck at this," says Kenzi, all the while Dyson is grinning. "Well it means noble. You're the one that came in here with all the fine trimmings. Okay okay Ksenia?" The baby cries even harder. "Hey, what's wrong with that, I swear you have no taste. I mean not trying to swear or anything." Kenzi thinks really hard, what about…Kira, it means master or lord whichever." The baby doesn't cry. "Well okay, Kira it is."
"Well there you have it?" says Dyson, refolding his arms.
"I still think that Ksenia would have been a better name but hey," pouts Kenzi.
"So, Dyson say hello to Kira, Kira say hello to Dyson." Kira does a gurgly baby sound. "Isn't she so cute. Now Dyson?"
He clears his throat. "Um hello Kira."
"Is that the best you can do, here," she says, handing him the baby.
"What? Kenzi no, I don't do well with babies." She hands the baby to him anyway and walks away. "But Kenzi, I don't know what I'm doing," he says, holding the baby out forward, looking at her.
"Just act natural, and be gentle with her head. Her neck is still delicate," says Kenzi, fumbling through her purse.
"Um goo goo gaa gaa," he says as he gently lifts her up and down. The baby slants her head to the side and frowns. Dyson looks at her oddly. "How long are you going to be because I have cop duties and stuff."
"Just a second."
"Well you are kind of cute," says Dyson, to the baby. The baby does some baby blurbs. "Goo goo gaa gaa," he repeats.
"Bo," says the baby.
Dyson looks confused. "Did you hear that? I think Kira just said her first word."
"That's good, that's good. That means she likes you," says Kenzi.
"Hey, I'm not too bad at this," he says, nodding his head. "Um goo goo gaa gaa."
"Bo," says the baby.
"She just did it again. But I don't know what she's saying," says Dyson.
"Um she's a baby. You're not supposed to yet," responds Kenzi.
"What's a bo anyway?" he asks.
"She's probably just being all gurgly. You know how babies are."
Dyson repeats the same phrase again and this time is met with a surprise. "Anyway, I was looking for change for diapers and stuff for the baby, but as I can see," says Kenzi, looking at the baby peeing on Dyson. "There probably no rush."
Dyson is upset. "Here, take the baby. I have to clean up this mess."
Kenzi grabs the baby. "Well, you know where the bathroom is." Dyson goes upstairs. "Look at my little Kira, not even two seconds here and you are already causing shit, I mean stuff. That's my girl. My little mini me. I'm so proud," says Kenzi. The baby just smiles at her. "Let's get you all cleaned up shall we."
Later that day, Dyson returns with a bulk load of stuff for Kira. "Dang D-man, when I asked for baby stuff, I didn't mean the whole store, geez," says Kenzi, helping to put away things.
"Well the women were more than happy to show me around being a supposedly single father and all, providing me with phone numbers just in case I need any assistance," he says, with a bit of annoyance in his tone. "So, where is that little," he says, being cut off by Kenzi. He clears his throat. "Kira."
"She's asleep in her Moses basket," says Kenzi, to which drives Dyson's nerves with the whole Moses thing. "So any word?"
"Not yet. So far you're stuck with the little…Kira."
"Oh Dyson, why so serious, it was only pee."
"Wolves don't like to be urinated on. It's…" says Dyson, being cut off.
"Oh c'mon Dyson, she's only a baby. And hey she could've crapped on you. Now that would have been adorable," says Kenzi, with a giggle.
"Well I'm glad that you think it's funny, you two belong together."
"You think so?" asks Kenzi, seriously.
"Anyway," says Dyson, changing the subject. "I brought over some clothes I got from the lost and found at the precinct."
Kenzi opens her mouth in disgust. "You brought back hand-me-downs?"
"It's all I could gather. I mean I did just spend a load of money on someone that pissed on me."
"Be that as it may, hand-me-downs. Kira shows up with gold, rubies, diamonds and the like and you bring her back hand-me-downs?" says Kenzi, still flabbergasted. "She could be like royalty dude."
"Well, what was I supposed to do, get some baby couture?"
"Um yeah, I mean you could have took a ruby."
"That's evidence Kenzi," he says, pointing at her like a parent warning a child.
"I know what it is okay. And no, I haven't touched it."
"Okay Kenzi. I'll return if I hear anything about Kira. In the meantime, see you later…Mom," says Dyson, exiting.
"Hey, it's Kenzi okay Kenzi!" The baby wakes up and starts crying. "Dude, what have I gotten myself into," she says as she walks over to Kira.
A couple of days later, Kenzi gets a knock on the door, it's Dyson. "Thought I'd check up on you and Kira," he says.
Kenzi looks exhausted. "Well as you can see we're doing just fine," she answers.
Dyson notices how tired Kenzi appears to be. "You sure you're still up for this?"
"Like I said we're good. Tell me, do they make Ritalin for babies?"
"That bad?"
"No no, she's just you know so…I just need a chill pill dude," she says, flopping down on the sofa. "Any leads?"
"None so far. Where is Kira at anyway?"
"Finally asleep in my bed. She didn't want to be in her crib anymore," says Kenzi. Dyson gives her a look. "Hey, this is nothing that K-star can't handle. So how's the Dal? It seems like I haven't been there in ages."
"The same. Except people have been asking about you. I just told them that you were doing some casework."
"Yeah thanks. I haven't been this sober in a long time. I think I'm going through withdrawals or something. I just need a night out."
"The price of parenting I'm afraid."
She gives him a half smile. "Yeah yeah." Out of nowhere they hear a noise from upstairs. "Oh tell me that she didn't fall. I so suck." They both rush up the stairs and sees little Kira trying to walk, bumping into things. "Oh how cute," says Kenzi, with a smile. Then suddenly she and Dyson realizes something. "Um wait, I didn't know that newbies could walk at her age."
"They can't," says Dyson, with suspicion. "She must be Fae."
Kira wobbles over to Kenzi, who picks her up. "See now aren't you glad that you didn't put her in the system?"
"There are still adoption services for the Fae Kenzi."
"Hey there, Kira can hear you. And besides you said that there were no leads so she stays."
"I don't know about that Kenzi. She could be dangerous. We don't even know what type of Fae she is, let alone her powers. And I can't smell her."
"Well maybe there's something wrong with your nose, allergies much," says Kenzi, cocking her head to the side.
Dyson is about to retort when he is stopped. "Kimbee," says Kira, in her baby talk.
"Aww. She said my name. How precious is that? Now how could a face like that be dangerous?" says Kenzi.
"Looks can be very deceiving Kenzi."
"Don't listen to him Kira, he's just a mean o'l man trying to take you away," says Kenzi. Kira says something else. "I think she is saying your name," says Kenzi. Kira says it again. "Listen."
Dyson moves closer. "Dickon," says Kira.
"What was that?" asks Kenzi. "Say Dyson."
"Dickson," says Kira. Suddenly Kenzi bursts out laughing while Dyson looks upset. "C'mon D-man, she's a baby. She can't help how it sounded, though I have to admit, what it sounded like is the highlight of my day." The baby starts giggling.
"Whatever, just keep her out of watch until I can find her a suitable home," he says as he walks away.
Kenzi looks at the baby. "I totally agree. He does act like that sometimes," says Kenzi. The baby smiles.
A day later, Kira is walking and talking. She seems to be around two years old. Kenzi is beginning to worry. She hasn't told Dyson about the growth spurt in fear that he may take her away. She is in the middle of bathing Kira as she plays with a rubber duck. "You know if you keep at it, you'll be the crypt keeper before the end of the month."
"Who is dat?" asks Kira.
"You, if you don't stop with the Benjamin Button."
"Who is dat?" asks Kira.
"Yeah okay, I can see where this is going." Kenzi dries her off. Then Kira runs off. "Hey, where do you think you're going?"
"I dress me," says Kira, trying to put on her own clothes.
"Maybe tomorrow," says Kenzi, underneath her breath. "Here let me help." Kenzi helps her with her clothes. "Look at you, you know for a tot you sure got some style, my little mini me. So proud," says Kenzi as she places her hand over her own heart.
"I go pway now?" asks Kira.
"You can go play. Just be careful."
"I will," says Kira as she rushes off.
"Kids, they grow up so fast," says Kenzi, to herself.
About a half an hour later, Kenzi goes downstairs to check on Kira, who is playing with letter blocks. She sees her name spelled out correctly, and Kira's. "Where are you from, the Village of the Damned?" Then Kira is putting another name together, a B then an O. Kenzi shakes her head. "What is a Bo?"
"TV now?" asks Kira.
"Sure," says Kenzi, nodding her head slowly while looking at the word Bo strangely at the same time. She shakes her head. "Kids, probably just missed the W."
The next morning, Kenzi gets up to see a blurry face looking over her. When her vision is clear, it's Kira. "Oh shit, I mean holy crap, I mean what are you…um doing?"
"I made you breakfast," says Kira, holding a bowl of cereal. "Thanks, that's sweet of you. You wouldn't happen to have an aspirin with that." Then. "Holy crap, you um, you um. I have to get you another outfit for today. That's all."
"Okay," says Kira as she sits on the floor and watches television.
After Kira promises that she would not try to leave, Kenzi goes into town to buy her some fitting clothes. "Well at least it doesn't cost much, an outfit a day beats a wardrobe."
When Kenzi returns, she finds the house to be clean and dinner. She looks surprised. "I cooked," says Kira, happily.
"How'd you, how'd you um, know how to cook?" asks Kenzi, a bit of fear in her tone.
"I watched the cooking channel. Don't worry, it's good for what it's worth. I didn't have much to go on though."
"Oh," says Kenzi, putting the bags down.
"Come on taste it," says Kira, all cheery.
Kenzi is wearing a look of suspicion across her face. "Um how about you taste it first?"
"Okay." Kira does so. "Now your turn."
Kenzi is hesitant, remembering Dyson's words on how looks can be deceiving. All she can think of at this point is that she doesn't want to die. "You know what, I just forgot. I ate when I was out shopping for you. Come and see what I bought you," says Kenzi, redirecting.
Kira looks in the bags. "Cool. Can I go try them on?"
"Yes, by all means. They're yours," says Kenzi, looking as if she has a headache.
Kira notices. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, it's me. I just have a headache."
"Oh well I found an aspirin for you from this morning. It's on the counter."
Now Kenzi is thinking that Kira is really plotting against her life. "Um that was thoughtful…of you. I'll get it in a second. Just go try on your clothes. And Kira, please don't cook again. You're too young to be over a stove like that, okay?" says Kenzi. No response. "I said okay," she says, rather sternly this time.
"Okay," says Kira, sounding kind of glum.
"Now go try on your clothes," says Kenzi. Kira does so. "Dammit Dyson. Am I letting him get to me or am I in over my head. I never yelled at her before. Well it has only been some days anyway. She's just a kid. Yeah in a few more days she'll be older than me. She may be trying to kill you. Or maybe she's trying to be helpful. Okay," says Kenzi, stopping herself. "I am talking to myself without alcohol. It's established, motherhood has driven me insane." She goes to her stash in the cabinet and pours herself a huge glass. "Now that's more like it. Hey you're not supposed to be drinking in front of the kid. Well hell the kid can cook can't she? Good point." Kenzi goes and sits on the sofa.
The following day Kira comes down the steps and much to the surprise and relief of Kenzi, she hasn't grown. "Hey you, you're just in time for breakfast."
"Let me guess Honey Berry Crunch cereal," says Kira.
"Hey, I'll have you know that this cereal is full of all the tasty good nutrients a youngling like you need, so eat up."
"O-kay," says Kira, disappointingly.
"Hey, what's that tone? You never had a problem eating it before."
"I don't know."
"Hey, you can tell me. That's what I'm here for."
"Okay well…I want to go outside."
"No can do my sister. We talked about this, so just get it out of your head."
"I know because I'm different, but I feel like a prisoner, trapped in this…place."
"This place? This place is our home, and don't you forget it. Now eat up."
"But I want to go outside. They say it is not healthy to be cooped up in the house all the time."
"Who said that?" asks Kenzi.
"The people on the television. Besides I'll be careful. I'll wear one of your wigs and put on sunglasses," pleads Kira. Kenzi shakes her head. "Come on, I'll be good. I won't say a word, it'll be like I'm not even there. All I want is some fresh air that's all."
Kenzi thinks about it, and Kira does have a point. "You know to be a tippy tod, you sure act and talk smarter than your age," ponders Kenzi.
"So is that a yes then," asks Kira, excitedly. Kenzi slowly nods her head. "Yes, I promise you won't regret it," she says, rushing off. "And hey don't mess up the order of my wigs and don't use my good ones."
Out and about the town. Kira acts as if she is in Wonderland, absorbing it all. "Stay close," says Kenzi. Kira nods. They enter a local store. "Do you want anything?"
"I guess Cheezies," responds Kira. While Kira is perusing around the store she sees Kenzi pocket some things while only purchasing the Cheese curls. They walk out.
"Now that you had some fresh air, ready to go home now?" asks Kenzi. Kira nods her head.
Back at the crack shack, Kenzi is on the phone with Dyson. "What? You mean to tell me that you're still looking for her...does rolling down a cliff ring any bells…answers to what…you don't know?...that's just all balls of awesome…wait and you think going to the same place is going to find her…if you haven't found her by now then what do you think happened to her Captain Obvious…okay whatever, do what you want…yeah…everything is okay over here…no there's no problems…look if there were you'd be the first person I'd call…well I've been busy, I am kind of like a mother figure right now…okay then…I know what I'm doing…no I don't need you to stop by, we're fine…okay…alright…later. Geez," says Kenzi, hanging up.
Kira is over at the kitchen table eating a slice of pizza. "No peppers right?"
"That's right," says Kenzi, grabbing a slice.
"Can I ask you a question?" asks Kira.
"Sure knock yourself out."
"Are we poor?"
"Poor?" says Kenzi, being caught off guard by the question. "I wouldn't say poor. We're just thrifty. Why?"
"Because the people homes on TV look way better than ours. Do we live in an abandon house or something because that would make sense," Kira asks.
"Would the lights be on if we did?" says Kenzi.
"I guess not, but it still looks like struggle and poverty on the inside, and way more struggle outside."
"Look, you can't believe everything you see on television, or the internet, I know you've been snooping."
"Sorry, I just wanted to know what the world was like."
"You want to know what the world is like, fine. It's shitty. The rich get richer on the backs of the poor okay."
"But don't some poor people make it rich though?" asks Kira, genuinely.
"Yeah some do, but most end up with the same mindset as the rich, feeding off the poor," says Kenzi as if it strikes a nerve in her. "Look it's almost bedtime, why don't you just go get ready and head to bed."
"But it's still early."
"Hey no back talk."
"Fine," says Kira as she walks away. She turns back around. "I can't wait til I get older so that I get out of this dumpster dive." She rushes up the steps.
"Ugh, she reminds me of me, except I would've said shit-hole," says Kenzi. She takes another bite of her pizza.
Since that talk, Kira and Kenzi has since made up. Kenzi trusts Kira to stay home by herself now, Kira's advice of course, so that Kenzi can have some sort of life. Meanwhile there has been a spring of bank and store robberies going around the city. The police can't seem to find the suspect since it seems to be a different person each time.
"Kira," says Kenzi, coming into house.
Kira is in the basement. "Coming," she says as she makes her way up the stairs. "You've been at The Dal haven't you?" she asks. Kenzi nods head. "So any latest gossip?"
Kenzi gives her a look. Then she figures that Kira doesn't talk to anyone else so what the heck. "The usual. But something did come up, apparently there's either a spring of gifted children, child genius, or wise midgets robbing places," laughs Kenzi.
"Yeah, I saw something like that on the news. Do they know anything else?" asks Kira.
"No," says Kenzi, shaking her head. "I mean how hard is it to find a bunch of super midget kids, kid genius midgets? O-kay I must be drunk. But apparently whoever they are they are good. Wish I knew them. Hey, did you eat?"
"Um yeah, there's some Chinese food on the counter. And here's an aspirin," she says as she hands it to Kenzi along with a glass of water.
"Thanks little one," says Kenzi, sitting the glass on the table. "What's on the Tube?"
Kira tells Kenzi about some kind of romantic comedy she's been watching, and that it's not as bad as she thought it would be, predictable and cheesy though. The movie goes off. "So, do you think love exists?" asks Kira as she watches the movie credits, but really looking through them. "I just been watching these shows and movies and the hero always win and villains always lose, but they are in need of love too. Some of them do things because of love even if it's bad, but no one seems to care about their feelings or what they've gone through you know. Sometimes they never had love. I don't even know what love is myself, but the screen makes people look happy. But you said don't believe everything I see on TV. Kenzi, do you think a villain can be good too, and that they can be loved? Kenzi? Kenzi?" Kira looks at Kenzi, who has fallen asleep. She grabs a blanket and covers her with it.