Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using the characters and situations from the series Lost Girl. I do not claim any ownership over them. This story is for entertainment purposes only. I am not profiting financially from this story. I would like to thank all those involved for their contribution in creating all that is Lost Girl, hope it keeps going, even though I feel some kind of way about season four. P.S. I apologize in advance for any typos, one can only re-read so much until driven mad. And if it looks like I'm rewriting the story a bit, it's because I am. I do not know the outcome of the story so bear with me. Now upward and onward…
At the Glass Factory, neutral territory for the Light and Dark Fae, The Morrigan, leader of the Dark Fae, enters Bo's lockup room with her henchmen and chairs for her and Bo to sit in and chat. Bo sits with her hands cuffed behind her back. The Morrigan tells her about the system that the Fae there have in place and how things work, how important it is to join a side, and the benefits. Bo isn't really caring, and believes all this to be ridiculous.
"I hope you don't mind darling, but I don't feed into Light bullshit, I do my own assessments," says The Morrigan. As The Morrigan leaves, in her place enters a middle aged man with a stethoscope around his neck, along with a blonde haired blue eyed woman.
"And who the hell are you two?" asks Bo.
The woman, ignoring Bo, goes over and uncuffs her so that she can be examined. The Dark Fae doctor with his aging medical bag walks over to Bo and asks her to get undressed.
"Great. That's just what I need, more examinations. Exactly what kind of tests are these because if it's nude games, I am definitely winning," responds Bo, reluctantly complying.
The woman folds her arms and gives Bo a prudish smirk, still remaining silent. Bo is shivering from the cold while the doctor seems to be more fascinated by her physiology. The woman clears her throat while looking as if she wants to barf, in an effort to get the doctor back on track. He does so while Bo is looking a bit on the appalled side.
A few minutes have gone by, and the woman is looking even more bored at each passing minute. She stares up at the ceiling. "Say doc is this by any chance going to take much longer?" she says, impatiently, now looking down at her watch. "Because I really don't want to be here any longer than I have to if you get my drift."
"Finally something I can agree with," responds Bo. The doctor asks Bo to put back on her clothes. "So…what's the results, am I going to live?" she asks, putting on her clothes. The doctor is quiet. "I see, tough crowd."
The doctor walks over to the woman and is whispering to her. She frowns all the while. When he is done talking she dismisses him. Then she pulls up a chair and turns it so that the back of the chair is facing Bo before she sits in it, like a good cop/bad cop routine, staring at Bo as if to see into her soul.
"Um okay," says Bo, wearing an awkward expression. "I take it your thing is the power of staring? Well if I'd known my test was going to be that kind of contest, I would have definitely come prepared."
The woman frowns. "Have a seat," she says.
"Is this chitchat hour or something? I mean why are you here, are you going to try to sell me on joining the Dark too," says Bo, with emphasis on the Dark. "Please tell me that this isn't going to be another heart-to-heart."
The woman slants her head and smirks her lips. "Frankly I don't give two shits which side you choose. I'm just here on business."
"And what sort of business is that?" asks Bo, sitting, legs crossed, arms folded.
"The kind that's for me to know," the woman responds.
"Wow, you're kind of an asshole." Bo sighs. "So why did I get examined again, can you at least answer that?"
"Fine. The first time was for the Light, and this time, the Dark. I'm sure you've heard by now about the two sides, division, yadda yadda yadda."
"Yeah," nods Bo. "Much to my dismay."
"Assuming that you somehow live today, you get to wear your big girl pants and choose a side," says the woman, in a mocking tone.
"Well I don't care about that. Or about this. I just want to go about my life again."
"Good luck with that. You picked the wrong town to get caught up in Succubus."
"Yeah well like you care. And who are you anyway?" says Bo, a bit frustrated. "Why are you even here?"
"Let's just say that I'm an agent for the Dark. And believe me, I don't want to be here just as much as you don't. I'm just here for the truth. So let's cut all the bullshit," says the woman, rather bluntly.
"The truth? What truth? I told you all everything I know. What more do you guys want?"
"I don't know call me skeptical, but I'm just not buying it," says the woman, cocky.
"Buying what?" says Bo, tired. "You know what, I don't even care."
"That's rich," says the woman, like she's heard it all.
"Yeah well, no one cares what you think anyway." Bo gets up. "And where are these tests because I'm ready to get this over with so that I can get the hell out of here."
"That confident you're going to pass huh?" says the woman, moving her head to the side again, searching Bo for an answer.
"On second thought screw these tests. I'm not handcuffed anymore, what makes you think you can hold me here?"
"Um, because I'm the one who took you out of them." The woman gives Bo a duh look. "If I thought you were a threat to me then you'd be in them." Her eyes now challenging Bo as she wears this I-double-dog-dare-you expression.
Bo nods her head. "Wow, that's some big talk."
"What can I say? I do what I can," says the woman, smiling a quaint little smile.
"Well I don't have to be here. I can leave whenever I want," says Bo, standing with her arms folded.
The woman raises an eyebrow. "You can try."
"You don't know what you're dealing with," asserts Bo.
"Hmm, let's see," says the woman, circling her index finger before pointing directly at Bo. "…A very nervous, frightened little Succubus, who doesn't know where she belongs, talks big shit and doesn't know her ass from her elbow."
"Wow, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Bo drops her arms. "But you are right about one thing, I do talk big shit because I can back it up. And since you're so interested in asses, you can watch mine as I mosey on out the door." Bo starts walking towards the door when the woman grabs her by the arm. "See, now that's where you messed up." Bo grabs the woman by the wrist to influence her with her touch.
"No it's not," says the woman as she places Bo's hands behind her back.
"Oww," says Bo.
The woman puts Bo back in restraints. Bo looks confused since she has never come across anyone able to resist her touch. The woman gives Bo a condescending smile. "You didn't think that was going to really work on me did you?" she says.
"I kinda did actually," frowns Bo.
"If it makes you feel better it's not you it's me," the woman smirks. "Lifetimes of hardening. And you're still a tot. Now sit," says the woman, placing Bo back in the chair.
"Well that's not the only trick up my sleeve," says Bo. She puts her lips to the woman and starts sucking her life energy into herself, now standing. Their cheeks and Bo's eyes turn blue as she continues. At first the woman is overwhelmed by the action. But Bo isn't stopping, and it is obviously becoming too much for the woman to bear, the pain in her face exposed. In an act of preservation, she pushes Bo off of her, making Bo land back in the seat. The woman is clutching her stomach and neck as if she is trying to catch her breath.
Bo appears to be strongly affected herself by the sudden and now constant flow of energy inside of her. "God, that was, that was," she says, coming to her senses sort to speak. "That was incredible. Did you feel that? Can you feel that? That was the best chi I have ever tasted." The woman, who was frowning beyond belief, now softens it a little. "You stopped me. Wait, what? How did you stop me? No one ever stops me."
"Um bitch you were trying to kill me," says the woman, finally speaking.
"Normally I would get offended by that. But…oh wow, do you know how you taste? You should know how you taste."
The woman looks at Bo like she's nuts. "I don't know what the hell is going on with you. And why you're suddenly on crack. But need I remind you that you just tried to kill me."
"Whoa, I mean wow. I didn't mean to try to kill you, well yeah I did, but I didn't," says Bo, with a laugh. "I was just trying to get out of here. Hey but you're not dead, so no hard feelings. I'm sorry I just feel so…I feel amazing," says Bo, elated.
"If you want to play crazy that's fine with me, I'll just as well put you out of your misery," says the woman, pinning up her hair.
Suddenly, The Morrigan enters the room. "Tamsin," she beckons. Tamsin ignores her. The Morrigan calls out to her again, and she turns around.
Tamsin heaves a huge sigh. "Morrigan."
The Morrigan sees Tamsin's expression. "Oh did we underestimate the little Succubus?" she says.
"No, I was just about to fry her brains," answers Tamsin.
"Wait, what? You can do that?" says Bo, in shock.
"Well as much as I adore sabotages, I didn't get all dolled up for nothing. I don't understand what the hold-up is anyway, you should have been done by now." The Morrigan smiles her snobbish smile. "Oh no matter. She'll be dead soon enough. Now hurry along sweetie. It's almost time for the show," says The Morrigan. She walks out with her henchmen.
Tamsin is about to leave as well when Bo stops her. "Wait," she says. Tamsin turns around. "Okay, so you were sent here to interrogate me right? Then you have to know that I'm telling the truth."
"Do I now?" says Tamsin, eyebrow raised.
"Yes. You seem like a nice person."
"Dark Fae here." Tamsin shakes her head. "And you're terrible at reading people."
"Okay," says Bo, nodding her head. "So I was reaching there. But still, you could've harmed me just then, but you didn't."
Tamsin doesn't say anything.
"It's because you know that I'm not lying," say Bo, earnestly. She looks away. "I don't even know what's waiting for me outside of this room. And I don't know if I'll even be able to pass it."
Tamsin folds her arms. "I doubt you will."
Bo returns her attention to Tamsin. "Thanks for your support."
"I just call it like I see it."
"Well, apparently I was supposed to have had some kind of training." Bo takes a deep breath. "All of this is too much to handle all at once. I mean I went from thinking that I was some kind of human freak to now knowing that I'm not alone anymore…Any other time I think I would have been happy to know that I wasn't the only one. But now I'm caught up in some kind of politics I didn't even ask for. Worse, I'm in restraints on my way to be killed," says Bo, a bit glum.
Tamsin is still frowning, but her eyes are understanding. "Look if this is some kind of guilt trip you're trying to pull on me it won't work. I don't care what happens to you either way."
"At least you're honest," says Bo, shrugging.
Tamsin looks intensely into Bo's eyes, reading them. Then she goes over to the wall and leans against it. "Look," she says, with a sigh. "Even if you were able to somehow get out of this room, this place is littered with Dark and Light Fae and their respective elders." She shakes her head. "I wouldn't put my money on you. So your best bet is just to go through with the shit. And stop with the pity party. It's kill or be killed at this point. You know what you have to do."
Bo nods her head in agreement. "You're right." Bo pauses like she is thinking about something. "Thank you."
Tamsin looks confused.
"Besides the human doctor who told me what I was. You're the first real person, or should I say real Fae that I've talked with since I've been in this mess," says Bo, appreciative.
Tamsin's frown deepens like Bo has somehow struck a nerve inside of her. "Well, I guess I'll be on my way then." She is about to exit when Bo stops her again.
"Tamsin," calls Bo.
Tamsin looks back over to Bo, her face now relaxed.
"Really...Thank you."
Tamsin clears her throat. "Today is your lucky day." She slants her head to the side in a pondering manner. "Or is it?" She raises her eyebrow. "For your sake, may you live," she says, finally exiting the room.
Minutes later, Dyson enters the room where Bo is held to take to her challenges. On the way, Dyson informs Bo that she has to face two Under-Fae, Fae that can't live amongst humans. Suddenly Dyson stops walking, he looks around to see if the close is clear. Then he insists on Bo to kiss him. She gives him a bizarre look. He tells her that she needs all the strength that she can get and to take some of his. Bo refuses. She is already fully charged from Tamsin. However, Dyson is persistent on Bo taking his chi. When it is apparent that he isn't going to give up, she complies. The kiss is a bit heated, and she pushes him against the wall, continually sifting chi out of him until he stops her. Bo seems indifferent. Dyson's chi was awesome as well, but she can definitely tell the difference. Sure Dyson's energy was like fireworks in her mouth, but Tamsin's, that was like the big bang. Bo brushes it off as a win-win situation and shows her gratitude to him. They start walking again.
Bo looks at Dyson curiously. "Are all Fae like that? I mean you were able to stop me too."
Dyson gives her a funny look. "Well as you can see we're far from human. Be mindful of your powers. They won't be the same on every Fae you encounter."
"I think I know what you mean."
Bo completes her challenges to the shock and disappointment of many. She claims a side, humans, much to the chagrin of the Fae. As everyone leaves the scene, The Morrigan stops Tamsin and questions her about Bo.
"So what do we know about the Succubitch?" asks The Morrigan, ever so serene.
Tamsin looks at her with her signature blank expression. "I didn't sense deceit. Fear and confusion yes. I hate to say, but she's telling the truth."
"I don't believe it, not for one red second." The Morrigan pauses, shaking her head. "There is just no way in hell that she could have gone undetected from us all this time. And the Light," she says, nodding her head. "Oh they want her alive for some reason." She starts pacing. "They know something. You can bet your ass they do. Yes, they are up to something." She stops pacing and turns to Tamsin. "I want you to keep an eye on her."
Tamsin frowns. "I didn't sign up for babysitting detail."
"Let's not make this difficult. Now Tamsin, be a good girl and do as I say," threatens The Morrigan, with a smile.
Tamsin is annoyed. "And just how am I supposed to do that?"
"Oh come now Tamsin, didn't you used to track people back in the day? This is right up your alley. And I can care less about how you do it, but you keep a close watch on her and report back to me. I don't want to miss a beat. And when she gets caught up, you bring her in to me. Understood?"
Tamsin smirks. "Am I free to go now?"
"No, but now you're dismissed."