Disclaimer: I just wanted to welcome you and welcome back those who have returned. It has been a time for all of us, but I'm glad you're here. Thank you in advance for reading. The story that I had years ago has changed over the years, but it will still be better than Lost Girl Season 4. I probably should have skipped it, but I like to be consistent. I'm still not finished with it. I just started writing last week. My goal is to finish this series without any more years in between. I am trying to connect things as much as possible while keeping my sanity from this season. Warning: Dyson, enough said, but I have to keep him for the sake of the story. My apologies for the wait and the typos in advance. Thank you for your patience. Let us begin again and hopefully complete. With that being said, upward and onward to the finish line…
The next day at the Crack Shack, Kenzi wakes up, having slept on the downstairs sofa. She yawns, eyes still closed. "What is that god awesome smell?" She opens her eyes and does a double-take at her surroundings. "Is it me or I did I just wake up inside of an issue of Better Homes & Gardens?" Kenzi gets up, knees on top of the sofa, looking around the place. The downstairs has had a bit of redecorating to it, different plants all around, some hanging about, not in a cluttered kind of way, but as if someone has really put some thought and strategy into their placement.
Tamsin walks over to her and she almost jumps out of her skin from being startled by Tamsin's appearance. "I thought you might need some aspirin," says Tamsin, handing her a couple and a glass of water.
"Yeah, thanks kiddo," she says, taking them. "I see you've been up early, and doing some decorating of yourself. Not to mention that you grew again, hair still gorge. Nice digs by the way."
"Thanks. I thought I would beautify the downstairs since you did Bo's room and ours. Do you think she might like it?"
"Um, yeah sure. Memories yet?" asks Kenzi, thinking that the downstairs could be a mini version of Tamsin's garden.
"Well, I think you might be upset with me?"
Kenzi frowns. "Why would you think that?" she says, while thinking should she be concerned herself.
"Because I remembered that I'm a Dark Fae," she replies, with vulnerability in her tone.
"Hey, now what did I tell you about the Fae?"
"That it's all Fae B.S. and that I can be whatever I want to be no matter which side I'm on."
"Bingo. So is that it?"
"Yeah, for now. Hey since you knew me in my past life, wouldn't it be easier for you to just tell me what I was like, and who I was?" asks Tamsin.
Kenzi is looking like hell to the no. "I think it's better, and more natur-ale for it to come to you. Don't want to stunt your growth as if I could anyway. And hey, I see you got something cooking over there," she says, redirecting the conversation.
"Oh, I made breakfast. The plate settings are on the table, ready to serve."
"Wait just one second," says Kenzi, grabbing her phone.
"Again," complains Tamsin.
"Yep, so I don't even know why you said anything," says Kenzi. Then Kenzi takes a picture of Tamsin, like she does during every growth spurt. "Okay. So let's see what's going on Miss Chef Boyartee," says Kenzi as she hops off the sofa, and walks over to kitchen. "Nothing like a good o'l fry-up." Kenzi sits on a stool and lifts a lid off of one of the plates. "Whoa, that's a lot of food kiddo, not that I'm complaining, anything to get rid of this hangover from my medicinals."
"I went grocery shopping. And don't worry I wore one of your wigs and a pair of sunglasses."
"That's not all, since when did we get new kitchen stuff?" says Kenzi, now noticing the plate settings.
"Do you like it? The other stuff was kind of, well you know," says Tamsin.
"Don't even go there. As you know I am a thriftonista, but I can see that this isn't thrifty at all. Now that I think about it, new fit, new kitchenware, obviously groceries, and the garden home décor? How did you…" says Kenzi, being cut off.
"Like they say, the early bird catches the worm," says Tamsin.
"No, I'm talking about the Benjamins. This is a budget friendly home except for our appearances. So either you got some magical powers that I don't know about, or you got some mad bag stored somewhere." She starts eating. "You would think that you robbed a bank or something."
"What would make you think that?" says Tamsin, looking inside of a bottom cabinet.
"Don't go all getting into your feelings. It's just a figure of speech on you getting the scrilla. You're not out there robbing people when I leave you alone at home are you? Not that I'm judging, just asking."
Bo makes her way down the stairs. "Something smells good," she says, then she sees the plants and heart feels like it just sunk into the pit of her stomach.
"Yeah, KT cooked. Back to all black I see. A major upgrade from last night might I add," says Kenzi. "Anyway, come, join in the festivities."
The thought of Tamsin from last night has Bo feeling uneasy as she slowly walks over to the kitchen. "Yeah well I had to do something. And who is KT? And where is um…?" Tamsin stands up and startles Bo, one she didn't know that she was there and two, she didn't look like she did yesterday. "Geez. I mean, I'm sorry. I just didn't expect." She shakes her head. "Sorry, but that was hours ago not years right?"
"Oh yeah the growth spurts," says Kenzi, mouth full of food. "You get used to it after a while. I for one have never witnessed hair look so amazing in my life and without a stylist, I mean am I right?" she says.
Bo doesn't know what to say, feeling as though if she even thinks the tiniest inkling of Tamsin, however innocent, since she was affiliated with her in a different way in Tamsin's previous life, she feels like she would be automatically deemed a member of the Chester club.
"Does my appearance frighten you?" asks Tamsin. Bo slowly shakes her head. "And I'm KT. Kenzi gave it to me as a nickname, since she named me Kira before, but you can call me Tamsin. It's nice to finally meet you Bo," she says, with a smile.
"A pleasure," says Bo, awkwardly. She looks around. "I so didn't expect um…any of this."
"If you are referring to the plants, I found them in surrounding areas. They were trying to grow in poor soil, so I decided to help. I also thought that they would give more life to the home. Do you not like it?" asks Tamsin.
"No, it's fine, I guess…gosh, you are so polite," says Bo as if it's a bad thing to which makes Tamsin do a I-don't-understand look.
"And you say I'm not good with children, shame on you," says Kenzi.
"For the record, I'm a teenager now," says Tamsin.
"Well excusez moi, miss teen-ager," says Kenzi, with her variation of a French accent.
"Here allow me," says Tamsin, pulling out a stool for Bo, who reluctantly sits in it. "I thought we could all have breakfast together, but Kenzi always eats first."
"For medicinal side-effect purposes," explains Kenzi. "And since when did we start pulling out chairs missy?"
"Kenzi, not really helping," reminds Bo.
"Oh yeah my bad. And there's nothing wrong with having good manners," Kenzi plugs in. "And whoever said that too much TV is bad for kids don't know jack."
Bo lifts up her lid. "And wow, so much food."
"That's what I said, not that I'm complaining," adds Kenzi.
"Sorry I cooked so much, I just didn't know what you liked to eat," says Tamsin.
Bo feels like she's going down memory lane. Her happy memories become traumatizingly distorted by Tamsin's age. "That was um, very thoughtful. Thanks um lil Tam."
"No problem at all, and it's Tamsin" she says, pretty chipper.
"Oh sorry, lil Tam," says Bo, not paying attention to what comes out her mouth since her thoughts are all over the place.
"Well okay," says Kenzi, trying to break the awkwardness. "Shall we all eat?"
"Sure why not," says Bo. She picks up a fork.
"Oh that reminds me, I got you something," says Tamsin.
Bo puts her fork down while Tamsin exits. "Kenzi like what the hell?"
"I don't know," says Kenzi, shrugging. "I'm just as surprised as you are. Just go with it, and the food is A-plus. And you have to admit, the house is cleaner than it used to be. And looks a hell of a lot better, not that we can't go back to the way things used to be."
"I don't care about that, it's just this whole secret garden vibe is creeping me out. I mean a warning would have helped."
"Um, I'm still wearing the same clothes, just about how much warning did you think I had and shhh, here she comes," says Kenzi, eating again.
Tamsin goes up to Bo with her hands behind her back. "These are for you," she says as she hands Bo a bouquet of different colored roses. "I thought you might like them."
Bo stares at Kenzi, who shrugs again. "Wow…um, more flowers."
"The others are more like house plants since they have roots, and these don't, so they'll expire soon. But I read somewhere that the longer they last, well keep up, is supposed to show how much a person cares about you," explains Tamsin.
"Well those should end up in the Guinness World Records," says Kenzi, under her breath.
"But that's just a silly superstition," Tamsin continuing.
"Um yeah, I um really don't know what to say," says Bo. Kenzi gives her a look. "I mean, roses and superstitions, who knew? Um…they're, they're nice. Thanks," she says, monotoned.
"No worries. I just wanted to do something special for you too. And since I don't really know what you like yet, no one at least on television ever goes wrong with roses," says Tamsin. Bo gives her a half-smile while nodding to muster her appreciation.
"That's right kiddo," says Kenzi, then she frowns. "Hey I don't get nothing?"
"Of course, this is for you?" says Tamsin, holding a bottle of Chardonnay.
Kenzi holds her hands against her mouth like she was just proposed to. "Why KT, you shouldn't have, and I don't know how you did because you're underage, but I know the things that I did when I was a youngster," she says as if she has won a pageant crown and doing a cry-sounding acceptance speech. Continuing. "And it's not even the cheap kind. But I don't judge." She sighs. "Yall knows I be needing my medicines."
"Um, it wasn't a big deal, I just used one of your ID's," responds Tamsin.
"You see that, she makes me so proud," she says, same voice. Then back to her normal voice. "You're so sweet. Aww come here kiddo, hugs," says Kenzi.
Tamsin complies, but feels embarrassed. "Don't you think I'm getting too old for hugs?"
"Hugs like moi never goes out of style, so don't let no one tell you any different. Now eat your food," says Kenzi.
"Fine," says Tamsin as she sits down with them.
"Was that a tude?" inquires Kenzi. Tamsin is shaking her head no, but Kenzi goes on speaking to Tamsin in Russian to which she understands while Bo looks confused.
Tamsin sighs. "Finally and Я уже́ зна́ю. {I already know} So that was counterproductive."
"Oh Miss Smarty Pants, well…" says Kenzi, being cut off by Bo.
"You can understand, she can speak Russian?" asks Bo, to which Tamsin acknowledges while Kenzi does a duh-look.
"да. {Yes} doesn't everyone, the way Kenzi is always going about things, especially when she's frustrated with something," says Tamsin.
"Oh ha ha," says Keni, dryly. "Niet. Try again."
Tamsin shakes her head, "het maakt niet uit wat ik zeg."
Bo's mind is in La La Land, observing Tamsin's and Kenzi's interaction with one another, Kenzi all motherly, and Tamsin, polite and obedient is kind of adorable to her, and makes no sense at the same time. She wonders if Tamsin is recreating her garden, and giving her roses is out of coincidence or not. Then she thinks about her age again and loses her appetite without even trying the food.
"Earth to Bo-Bo, are you gonna let your food get cold?" asks Kenzi. No answer.
"We could always warm it back up, though it tastes better fresh out the pan," says Tamsin, eating.
"Bo-Bo?" says Kenzi, this time clapping her hands.
Bo snaps out of it. "What was that?"
"Are you gonna eat today or next week?" asks Kenzi.
"You know what, I think I'm going to sit this one out, I'm not hungry anyway," she answers.
"What are you the other kind of hungry or something?" asks Kenzi.
"No," Bo says, without hesitation and with a disgusted look. "Definitely not. I just feel sick to my stomach, especially now."
"Well is there anything I can do?" asks Tamsin. "I could make you a cup of tea, maybe some ginger could help."
"No I'm fine, really, you've done enough already. I'll just go over to the sofa and watch some television." Bo gets up and goes over to the sofa.
Tamsin looks over to Kenzi. "Did I do something wrong?"
Kenzi shakes her head. "No kiddo. You did a fantastic job with everything."
"I don't get the feeling that Bo thinks the same."
"Bo, she's just been through a lot lately. And she just got back, so she's having a hard time adjusting because some of her memories are gone and stuff like that. So we gotta cut her some slack okay and before you know it, everything will be back to normal, well for our lifestyle speaking," says Kenzi. Tamsin nods her head.
Suddenly there's knocking on the door. "That must be Dyson," says Bo, demeanor doing a 360. "I'll get it," she says, going for the door, like she'll take anything for a distraction.
"I feel a shit-show coming on," says Kenzi, to herself.
Dyson enters. He looks around the house puzzled. "By the looks of things, I can see you all have been busy, feels like I just walked into a floral shop," he says, giving her a huge hug to which makes Bo feel a bit uncomfortable, but responds, hugging him back. "I forgot to give you one last night."
"Oh o-kay," says Bo, like is this hug ever gonna end, wanting a refund on the distraction.
The hug ends. "So, I didn't think you all even woke up before five in the afternoon. What's with the sudden blooms?" he asks.
"Oh, that…well," says Bo, being cut off.
"That would be courtesy of KT, who thought it would be a good idea to beautify the house, which I agree. It's makes it more beautified, don't you think?" says Kenzi.
Dyson does this why-am-I-not-surprised look. He sees that's she grown more and notices the roses and Chardonnay on the table. "Sounds about right, boarded up windows will give this place plenty of sunlight to enter."
"Does he just say ish like that on purpose or what?" says Kenzi, to herself.
"Oh don't worry, they have all the sunlight they need, that's why they are placed in designated areas. Even though I wanted to help them be able to flourish, they are here for aesthetic purposes as well." She then goes from talking about photosynthesis to what types of plants they are. Finishing. "Seeing as there's not that much greenery around here, when they're ready, I think that I will plant them outside."
"Hey who knew, there's another Doc in the house, quick what's a flower doctor?" asks Kenzi.
"Are you talking about a horticulturist?" says Tamsin, with a frown.
"A whatever she said, we got one of those in the house," says Kenzi. "Don't even need a humidifier or oxygen tank, or Halls cough drops. What is it that you like so much about plants anyway kiddo?"
"Oh that's easy, symbiosis," says Tamsin.
"Lookey here Poison Ivy, now you knows I don't do one word explanations, especially when I don't know what you're talking about," says Kenzi.
"Hey, you've been reading," says Tamsin, with a smile.
"Well you're kind of a geek kiddo, thought I should keep up."
"Cool. Okay back to symbiosis. Even though there are different types, I like the mutualistic behavior of the two. You know different species benefiting from both. Kind of like you and me. I do all the chores, and you provide me with shelter."
Kenzi interrupts her. "Strictly for the teachings of responsibility," she says, clearing her throat a bit. "Just wanted to throw that out there."
Tamsin gives her a look yet continues. "Or like you said about your friendship with Bo, helping and comforting each other. Or what they are doing now, providing the home with beauty as I care for them."
Kenzi nods her head. "Okay I can dig it."
"Well plants do the same thing for people, animals and insects whether it be food, shelter, protection, the list can go on. By the way, if you changed your diet to all plant-based there is a lot of research that shows that you will not only be healthier and live longer, but most likely won't develop those awful diseases that cripples your species."
"Gee, thanks for the fact check. I just felt my mortality rate go down the drain, but hey, I'll keep that in mind as I continue to eat my kishka and drink Vodka, medicinal Vodka" says Kenzi. Tamsin shakes her head while smiling. Everyone else is looking like what just happened. "She does this stuff all the time, girl is like a sponge. And remember reading is fundamental. You'll have to excuse my afterschool commentaries, it doesn't by any means affects my street cred."
Bo nods her head. "Wow, what can you say to that? I mean wow, you're like so different. Did you know she could speak Russian too? And something else. And who's Poison Ivy?"
"DC Comics and like whoa I just got a crazy thought. It's like Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn up in here, I mean not really, because there's a lot of damaged there, violent and abusive relationships, but I can still so see it."
"What are you talking about?" asks Tamsin, raising an eyebrow.
Bo does the same. "Yeah, I don't get it. And who's Harley?"
"She's a character originally from Batman the animated series. But, it's just comic book stuff. Is my being different offensive to you?" asks Tamsin.
"No, I think it's really cute," says Bo, not thinking. Then she thinks. "Dammit," she says, to herself.
Tamsin seems excited. "You really think so?"
"I mean you know, appropriately speaking of course adult to non-adult, perfectly legal perimeters, like puppies, some of them are cute too, gosh did I just do it again, Kenzi please," says Bo, egging for help.
"Gotcha. So symbiosis? Can you think of other ways to use that word?" asks Kenzi, redirecting.
"Sure if you want, you could say…" says Tamsin, being cut off.
"Did you learn any of that in school?" says Dyson, mockingly.
"Don't even answer that question," says Kenzi, to Tamsin. She looks at Dyson. "And who busted your balls today sir?"
Bo looks at him oddly. "Dyson, what kind of question is that?" Bo asks, really wanting to know where he was going with it.
"Nothing but old habits dying slow while new habits growing quick," says Kenzi. Dyson ignores her comment.
"Not to interrupt, but you seemed to have asked that question with surprise in your voice. Much to your delight, the answer to your question Dyson is no to the plants and yes to learning, online, accelerated programs," says Tamsin. "Kenzi always talks about the importance of having an education, and I decided to do it formally. Not that it's necessary, but I'd like to think of it as paying homage to her," says Tamsin. "Which university did you graduate from?" she asks, nonchalantly.
"Aww that was so sweet," says Kenzi, with pride. "I mean really, that was so special and snarky. You already graduated from my school of the hearts." Tamsin gives her a thanks-and-you're-welcome nod. "So, Dyson, you gonna answer the question dude? I wants to know the universi-tay," says Kenzi, with a laughing smile. He doesn't answer. "He went to busted balls."
Dyson focuses his attention back to Bo. "Anyway, look at you, back to your usual self. You look great Bo," he says.
"Thanks," she says, with a smile, but the smile is from Tamsin and Kenzi tete-a-tete.
"Wow, that's the first time you've smiled today. Well the first time I've seen you smile anyway," says Tamsin.
"Well you know what they say," he says.
"No, I don't actually. However, she smiles as pretty as Kenzi does," says Tamsin.
"Good answer, damn good answer," says Kenzi, continuing with her food.
Bo feels uncomfortable again but doesn't show it. "Um thanks, lil Tam. Well I'm going to excuse myself so that I can talk to Dyson." She walks over to the sofa, leaning against it. "So, tell me what's new?"
"Is she going to keep calling me that?" asks Tamsin, with a strange frown.
"No worries, it'll pass," says Kenzi. "Eat up, remember waste not want not."
"And does he not have any taste?" asks Tamsin, really wanting to know.
Kenzi looks over to him. "Sometimes, people can be bitter. Anyway, let's get back to breakfast."
Back into Dyson's and Bo's continuing conversation. "You are," he says.
"Besides that. Kenzi told me everything after you left, but it doesn't make any sense. I was hoping that you could tell me your version. And why isn't Trick here?"
"I can. And Trick is busy at the moment, but he'll get to you as soon as he can."
"Wow, you would think that me being missing and returning would be important enough to come see me," says Bo.
"You know that Trick would rather be here, you are his only living relative," he says.
Bo frowns. "Wait, what are talking about? My mother's still alive," she says. Dyson doesn't know what to say. "Kenzi told me that she was a client looking for me."
"Kenzi," calls Dyson. Kenzi gives him a what's up nod. "A word please," he says.
"I am trying to eat, dang," she says, getting up. She and Dyson go over to a corner of the room. "What?"
"I thought I told you to wait to talk to Bo," he says, in a boss to employee tone, to which makes Kenzi roll her eyes.
"Dude I was drinking, and when do I ever wait to talk to Bo," she says, looking at him oddly with a that's-what-I-do look. "And it's not like we made an appointment or anything."
"What did you tell Bo?" he asks, in a controlling manner.
"I'm not about to go through that whole story again, besides, you know it too," she says as she shakes her head.
"Yeah but some parts are meant to be left out," he says.
Kenzi gives him a duh look "I get it, I'm not stupid."
"Then why did you tell her about Aife looking for her?"
"Because she was," says Kenzi, looking at him like he's off his rocker after assuming he was talking about the two of them sharing a kiss, and now really relieved that it wasn't.
"Bo wasn't supposed to know that. Something happened to Aife, and I made a promise to Trick that I wouldn't tell her."
"How in the hell was I supposed to know that? And what happened other than her doing her David Copperfields? Did she die again? Not trying to be funny, but just how many lives does that woman have," says Kenzi, shaking her head. Then she gets a thought, frowning. "Wait is she dead, not joking this time?"
"I'm serious Kenzi. Bo was never supposed to know."
"Wait a minute, I didn't even know dude. You literally just sprung this shit up. And that shit is between you and Trick. I told her what I knew," she says, with emphasis on the knew part. "With minor adjustments, but that thing with her mom, that's on yall, good luck with that."
"That's why I told you to wait," he says, upset.
"Hey, slow your roll because I didn't make any promises. So when you tell your side of the story, do not place me in any parts of that bad news," says Kenzi. "And warning label, just in case you forgot because who does, that teenager is a Hellraiser Soul-Snatcher Dark Valkyrie. And standing right over there, may I remind you is Bo, a Spliced Bo, a Dark Bo, and a Darker demon Bo, I could be missing some, so you might want to tread carefully and stop talking carelessly. Now if you want to die be my guest, but I for one like personally always try to refrain from that shit." She walks back over to the kitchen.
Dyson goes back over to Bo. "What was that about?" she asks, shrugging a really wanting to know shrug.
"Nothing," he says, shaking his head. Then out of nowhere. "And can we have some privacy?" he says, loudly, annoyance in his tone.
Kenzi is looking at him like she wants to hit him over the head with a billy club. "I know you're not talking to me?! And did I not just tell you something less than a minute ago, I mean who does this?" she says, while Bo is giving him a was-that-really-necessary look.
Tamsin sighs. "No, he's talking about me."
"You're right Kenzi, she does catch on quick," says Dyson, flatly. Kenzi is looking at him with a death stare.
"Wait, why are you talking to her like that?" questions Bo, frowning while raising an eyebrow.
"What?" says Dyson, with a small laugh. "I'm just agreeing with Kenzi," he answers.
"You do know that I have a Geraldine, and I am more than happy to use her," says Kenzi.
Bo shakes her head, still focusing on Dyson. "No, you're," she says, before being cut off by Tamsin.
"Look, I'm not a kid anymore, and I would really appreciate it if everyone would stop treating me like one, and," she says, being cut off.
"So suddenly you grow a few inches and think you're an adult," says Dyson, folding his arms.
"Asshole," says Kenzi, to herself. Kenzi is about to say something when Tamsin stops her. "Guess this is the let's interrupt everybody part of the session," she says, to herself.
"Kenzi, you don't have to keep defending me. Now I didn't say that I was an adult, yet. I was just asking for some respect. There is a way to talk to people without being wroth," says Tamsin. Kenzi nodding in agreement all the while. "And please don't mock me Dyson," she says, getting up. Kenzi is looking like oh shit. "And even though I was trying to eat breakfast, I will respectfully dismiss myself. It seems that losing your appetite is contagious here," she says as she begins putting her food and the leftovers away.
Dyson is looking like good riddance. Bo is looking like this is all my fault with a splash of upset with Dyson. Kenzi is looking like her heart aches seeing Tamsin's feelings hurt after all she's done. "Okay dude, why do you think you can come over here and talk to my KT however you want to?" says Kenzi.
"It's alright Kenzi, I'll be out of here in a second," says Tamsin, tidying up out of habit.
Frowning with a disturbed look. "Wait how long has this been going on?" says Bo, though her question is ignored.
"No it's not kiddo," says Kenzi, to Tamsin, then turns her attention back to him. "And Dyson, you seem to forget that you don't live here, we do. And she's not your child?" says Kenzi as a matter of fact.
"Damn right she isn't. And she's not yours either," he says, smartly.
"I'm a so clutching my pearls while trying not to do a palm-face. And I might not be her mother but I did like raise her. So I'd watch what you say because the passes are way gone now and I'm about to start handing out tickets and fines," she says, with a F-U look.
Dyson scoffs. "Yeah drinking, television, internet, all makes up for good parenting skills. You must be so proud."
"You thought you were being a smart-ass, I mean," Kenzi says, catching her language. "Clever with that one but you gotta do better than that when you're trying to come for me ass-jack. I should have muted you a long time ago. And that Rita oil must got your mind really messed up talking to me like you crazy," she says, with a look. "And my guidance skills? Like that's not even the point." Kenzi shakes her head. "And I am proud of her. So what the F dude?" she says, with a major attitude. Dyson looks on without a care in the world. "Plus she is just as much a part of this as the rest of us."
"Unless she can offer some new insight, I don't see her purpose," says Dyson, intentionally making his comment a double-edge sword.
"Whoa, whoa!" says Bo, this time getting everyone's attention. "Purpose? Just what do you mean by that? Just what the hell is going on here?" She looks at Dyson. "I just asked for your version of events, not a déjà vu of me at The Dal going through The Dawning and people offering themselves as Hands again. Now I may have a lot on my brain, but I don't remember you being so callous."
"Yes you do. The Dawning, perfect example," says Kenzi, pressing her lips.
"Thanks Kenzi, but I wasn't finished, and I was just making a point there," she says, still looking at Dyson. "And anyway, how can you be so out of line with Kenzi when it looks to me that obviously she is doing something right. But what bothers me the most is the fact that you're talking to a child like that. I mean teenager or not, she's still a child," says Bo, frowning. "And I don't condone that kind of behavior…and I might not know how long I was gone for, but this back-and-forth stuff needs to stop especially since I clearly remember telling you to back off. And I meant it." Her eyes glow upsettingly blue.
"Fine, my apologies. Let's start over. Since she was the last person to see you, have you gotten any new information. Sorry, have your memories come back from your past yet?" says Dyson, smartly shrugging.
"I'm not joking. And whatever Dyson, you know what I mean," says Bo, eyes still glowing.
"Ugh so rude," adds Kenzi.
Tamsin accidentally drops a plate, breaking it. Everyone looks over to her. "I'm sorry," she says as she tries to clean it up. Then she starts holding the sides of her head in pain.
"KT? Hey KT? You alright!?" asks Kenzi, with concern.
Bo wearing the same expression. "Is she okay?" she asks, instinctively moving towards Tamsin.
"Yeah!" says Kenzi, hurriedly to Bo. Bo stops walking. Kenzi looks down at Tamsin. "Kiddo?"
"I'm okay, it's just my head," answers Tamsin, to Kenzi.
"Is it what we talked about before?" asks Kenzi. Tamsin nods. "Don't worry about the plate, I'll get it. Just find a happy place. I mean do your Superman."
"I'm trying. I'm just so triggered," she answers, the voices in her head, upset. It starts getting hotter than usual, so much so that the plants except the roses begin to wilt. The bottle of Chardonnay boiling.
"What is going on?" says Bo, confused, looking at the plants, but feeling no heat. "Whoa that was unexpected. I mean, I, I feel…I feel," says Bo, holding her chest for a second then lets go. "Angry," body pulsating blood red. Her eyes beam blue while Tamsin slowly stands up, wind blowing on the two of them. The heat continues and the wind is blowing their hair back, however Tamsin's hair smoothly transitions from blonde to blue fire as if inch by inch until it rests down her back like hair, still flowy from the wind, her eyes blue blowing flames as well. The room is looking like a mirage with the heatwave.
"Ain't that some shit," says Kenzi. "I mean holy shit, you see what you done started. I told you. Gave you the disclaimer and everything. This is the beginning of the Darkubus, and yes I just made that up. Dude," she says, to Dyson, "if I'm only tanning, you must be getting sunburned because with this heat, I can bet my bottom dollar that the only reason you're still alive is because of Bo, even on a subconscious level dude. But that's not Bo-Bo," says Kenzi. Bo's eyes turn red. "Uh oh. And damn Dyson, you're all red, looks painful. Please don't get blisters I'll puke."
"She's trying not to kill you. I don't have that problem," responds Dark Bo, in her demonic, echoing voice.
"Um just to clarify. I mean I beg your pardon your Majesty the Queen," says Kenzi being cut off.
"I am Isabeau. You must be referring to Father's little girl."
"Okay, Isabeau. Was that a us or a him problem? It's for my science. Because I haven't reached my prime yet, and I don't want to go out like period, and well not like him. No offense Dyson." Boils form on Dyson's body as he frowns in pain. "KT you gotta stop. I really don't want to see a pus-filled version of the Professor X versus the Dark Phoenix. This isn't The Last Stand. KT!" yells Kenzi, who is in some sort of trance-like state. She looks at Bo. "You can stop this. I know you can."
"How do you figure that?" asks Isabeau.
"You two are connected somehow. I mean you actually do connect. And there are similar features in both of you and it's like you complete each other," explains Kenzi.
"That sounds sensitive, and delivered to the wrong one. My appetite rages. I like to indulge, to be overwhelmed in the moments. You are amusing like a court jester, but with your mouth. You are spared. However when the time comes and you're an inconvenience to me I will not hesitate to terminate you."
"What are yall Sith Lords? We only dealing in absolutes now," says Kenzi, under her breath. "Um, thank you. So, do you mind if I ask about his life? I mean he's been a part of our lives for four years, that's gotta mean something. I mean what about him, you know death is tad bit permanent. So…"
"You need to stop. Stop interfering. Stop being so naïve. Stop being weak," says Isabeau. "You act as if you want to see him go unpunished when you know you do not. He's a pain to you, I can see right through you. You are to be a liability, but in this case he is, am I right?" says Isabeau. Kenzi doesn't know what to say. Dyson's been a pain in the ass for years, yet he's still here doing the same stuff. "Of course I am." The wind gust grows stronger. Dyson begins to lift into the air.
"This isn't the way. I didn't teach her to be like this."
"Teach her? So you can control her? Mortals. That's entertaining. You can't teach what you don't know."
"She can stop. So c'mon kiddo, it's getting really hot in here and not in a fun Nelly kind of way," says Kenzi.
"Why stop her?"
"Because it's not right," replies Kenzi.
"Right? What's wrong is right to you?"
"This is so Alice in Wonderland. Really all of it. I can go on but I don't have that kind of time to talk about four years down the rabbit hole. Now I sound like her and, I'm doing once upon a time and shits. I need to get it together. I'm losing myself. Wow, I really am. I have to get back to that or Dyson's gonna die," she says, to herself. "No, wrong is not right," Kenzi answers.
"By your definition, why is right wrong for her?"
"What do you mean?" asks Kenzi, who is still in shock that she's actually having a conversation with this Bo.
"Was it right for her? For being her? For being born here? All the inquisitions, the mockings, the badgering, being ridiculed, dismissed, caged. I can go on." Dyson is spinning in mid-air as if he was stuck in the slowest tornado. "I usually enjoy dismal but not when it affects me." The private tornado gradually begins increasing in speed. "So again I ask you, why is wrong right to you?"
"Okay I get it. Right is right and wrong is wrong. And I was wrong for letting it go on for so long. And I did want to hurt him, I mean a lot, but I'm human and he's a wolf-man. Sorry Dyson, just keeping it real. I was supposed to protect her, and I did the best way I knew how, and it was kind of life-changing for me, I mean it was great. But I can see that it wasn't, not mentally, being interrogated, having to hide, being made fun of, basically being bullied, and I didn't stop it. I was following orders. Because if I had stopped it then we wouldn't be in this moment right now. I don't know your motives Dyson, they're shifty. Guess that makes sense when you're a shapeshifter. But I was compliant. I wish I would've fought harder for her mental anguish."
"Right? Oh the dislike, stronger than dislike, yes hatred isn't that right?" she says, looking over to Dyson. He doesn't respond. "Silence speaks volumes."
"It was and is wrong. I always voiced that," says Kenzi. "I'm only human."
"Yes you are, and clueless at that. What do you think is happening? Why do you think it's happening? The real question is how this is happening?" she says. Kenzi is thinking. "It's not your cause, let him speak, he does it so well." Dyson is quiet. "Final warning," she says. Tamsin slants her head to the side and Dyson holds his throat from his breath being taken away. Isabeau laughs an enjoyable one.
"KT!" yells Kenzi.
"You may want to look away," says Isabeau, in anticipation. Suddenly all of the boils on Dyson's body bursts.
"My Go…" Kenzi is a about to vomit, holding her mouth.
"Now that was truly inspiring," responds Isabeau. "Wouldn't you agree?"
"That was truly disgusting. He has no skin," says Kenzi. "Shouldn't he be dead from shock?"
"Yes, but the pain is exquisite to gaze upon."
"Is this Hellraiser for real because someone is sounding like a Pinhead? Look I don't want to be next so," Kenzi clears her throat and yells at Tamsin. "Kira Tamsin look at your plants," Kenzi says, in an effort to get Tamsin to focus.
"I'm not ready to destroy you. You do it so well. Still, I'm patient. Next time it will not be so pleasant if you interfere when I am not finished. My heart is not that kind. And you can't stop the inevitable. Death becomes her," says Isabeau. "They act like I'm invisible when I am always around. Make them remember to forget." Her eyes turn back blue, and her body stops pulsating.
"I don't know if that's a good or bad sign and verbiage," says Kenzi.
"What is?" asks Bo, not knowing what just transpired, only the plants.
Suddenly the voices stop and Tamsin returns to normal as well as Dyson's skin and Kenzi's sun-tan. She sees that the leaves are brown on their branches and the branches themselves are bent over. Tamsin doesn't even realize that she caused that to occur, all she is concerned about is rescuing what's left of them. "Oh no, what happened?! I have to save them," she says as she goes over to one of them. "It's too late." No one says anything, all pretty much shocked. Tamsin begins walking away.
Kenzi and Dyson goes about as if all that didn't happen, truly not remembering, yet resuming from the plants and heatwave. "What, wait, you're like the plant whisperer. There's no plant you can't fix," says Kenzi, trying to make Tamsin feel better, who keeps walking away. "Kiddo, where are you going?"
"Everything can't be fixed Kenzi. All things die," says Tamsin, flatly.
Kenzi is doing an um-o-kay look. "Okay, a bit morbid there, and hopefully not foreboding, but we can get you some more plants if that's what you want," says Kenzi. "Right guys?"
Bo, who is looking at the plants like that's a new one snaps out of it. "Right," she responds. Dyson is coughing, holding his throat with one hand, and rubbing his sides with the other, in pain.
"I don't really care anymore. This day sucks. I'm leaving, it's too much kerfuffle here," says Tamsin. She picks up her jacket that is lying on top of a pair of shades and a wig and puts them on.
"You just let her leave whenever she wants to," says Dyson.
Kenzi shakes her head like why are you still talking. "Oh I'm sorry, I must've been blind like a minute ago…and why the hell do you care anyway?" says Kenzi, to which Dyson doesn't respond. "Yeah figures, and anyway I do trust her," says Kenzi, trying to diminish the awkwardness.
Before Tamsin exits, she looks at Dyson and the lights begin to flicker. "I may not have my memories yet, but when I do, and I end up knowing you. You will be the last to know," she says, leaving. The lights go back to normal.