Heat (1/?)
Title: Heat
Author: Avaritia_90
Spoilers: Food For Thought
Rating: PG-13 (rating will go up)
Word Count: 10793
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost Girl.
Summary: Dyson/Kenzi. Dyson makes a promise.
A/N:This, is gonna be longer than a one shot, how long? I have no idea. -but so far it exceeds anything I've written. So quick note, no I don't hate Lauren and I tried to not write her badly, but keep in mind that this is written from Dyson and Kenzi's point of view and neither exactly trust her. Hope you enjoy!
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It started the moment she asked for him to stay with her.
In the hospital bed, cheeks covered in blood, she's terrified, looking so small and helpless. It struck him with emotion, that she called out for his companionship, they only had a few meetings, but he doesn't even hesitate to comply, and promise her. She doesn't know it, but a promise from a Fae is magic as well, and it usually isn't given so freely.
Yet that doesn't stop him from wrapping his pinky around her's, and agreeing. From that moment, he gave his word.
His protection, forever. Something he had never given to a human, or another being for that matter in over century.
He knows his first choice should be Bo, but he knows all too well, that she wouldn't accept. She's head strong, independent and he doesn't like the idea of more rejection.
-but Kenzi is there. She's asking for merely his presence, because in this room of countless Fae trying to save her life he knows she doesn't trust them (she shouldn't), but she trusts him. It's her faith in him that later makes him track her down and hold her. It's rare you find someone in this world, Fae or human, that believes in you so unconditionally, and he's not ready to lose her.
Not when he's just given his word.
So he sits there in the graveyard, with her practically curled in his lap. She's so small, so sick that it isn't long before her whole body starts to shake. His heart breaks as he races her to Trick. He's no Med-Fae, but he's older and smarter than the lot of them put together.
Trick closes the bar, sells a prized procession to buy the girl more time and hand makes the tea. It's all he can do, but it's more than he has to. In an other time, no one would have bothered to help her at all. No one would have allowed it. Humans aren't something you save, they're suppose to be food and playthings, but Dyson can already tell Trick cares for her deeply. Kenzi has without knowing or warning,has unofficially become part of their clan.
As time ticks by, in a nearly painful way, he gets more and more worried.
Bo hasn't checked in for hours, neither has Lauren. Trick is busy trying to figure out another way to buy her more time (even though they both know there isn't) and Kenzi has been moved to a small nest of bedding near the fire, but one can easily tell her life force is quickly fading. She's stopped shaking, but that only worries him more, it's a sign that her body is going numb.
It's been, what feel likes forever, since she last spoke, demanding another promise he didn't want to make, she was right of course, he just couldn't accept her death as the catalyst for such a promise.
A few tears of blood run over her cheeks and drip further down. Her beautiful gray eyes hold his for a second but then shut. Even blood shot and surrounded by red, as per usual her eyes pierce him, but to see them shut like that hurts more than he can stand. He can instantly tell just by her scent alone that these, as much as he would like to pretend otherwise, are her final hours.
Suddenly he can't control himself, with a whine a wolf can only make, he transforms. As a wolf, her scent is even worse, death clings to her like a fresh corpse but he still walks over and lies next to her. Pressing his nose into her limp hand, trying to get her to respond. He transforms because in this form he feels most comfortable, and knows that if he dared curl up to her in his human form, not only would it raise questions and chances were she would also likely kick him, near-death or not.
He mentally smiles, but then saddens instantly at the thought of such a lively girl gone from his world.
Trick walks in later, and glances in their direction but says nothing. -but there is a look of understanding between them, gold and brown. They both worry for the outcome of this day.
It's another hour, until Bo and Lauren's scents trail into the bar. He wastes no time in transforming again and re-dressing. He doesn't trust the doctor still, and if she doesn't have a cure or it doesn't work, she'll have more to fear then just him glaring at her.
Lucky for the doctor, and even more so for Kenzi, it works.
Within the hour, Kenzi's vitals have returned, her coloring and scent are back to normal and she's even up to going upstairs to eat. Dyson is pretty sure he hasn't been this grateful in a long time, nor has he smiled or laughed so much. For a girl that was just on the brink of death, she's good with the jokes.
“I swear, at one point I was in Narnia, or like, Middle Earth.” She talks, facing Bo, but it's him that she leans on. He nearly knocked over Lauren to help her up the stairs. She's still weak, very weak, and those stairs are older than him. He refuses to risk it. “It's not funny Bo, I feared that hobbits were gonna pop up and try and touch me with their freaky ass feet. I'm seriously gonna develop a hard core case of feet-phobia.”
Kenzi's arm clings to his, as his hand keeps a firm grip on her waist. He notes how small it is, how his hand feels impossibly large, and even when the stairs end he doesn't let go.
Bo smiles, with all the love and care of a sibling, “Do the Fae cover therapy as well?”
Lauren answers too seriously, its obvious she's still in Doctor mode because she looks Kenzi over with concern. “Actually we do, if you want Kenzi I can pull a few strings and get you in. You did have a traumatic event-”
Kenzi stills in his arms, he can feel her shoulders staining not to shake.
“I'm not going back there. Never again, not alone.” There is more than a hint of steel in her tone, that books no room for argument. Dyson understands all too well, how the medical center feels, and he's Fae. He can't begin to imagine how it feels for a human. It doesn't surprise him that she'd rather die in ditch then deal with all that again.
“Kenzi, you don't have to, Bo could go with, but you should think it over carefully-”
“She said no. End of story.” He cuts her off, and while Lauren might just trying to do what she thinks is right, it isn't what Kenzi needs, and Dyson is in no mood to play games. He lowers Kenzi to a chair and sits down next to her.
Bo raises a brow at him, but she too can tell Kenzi is scared. She takes Lauren's hand and leads the woman to the other side of the bar to chat. They stand close, too close. Both of their scents are mingled with arousal, but for some reason, Dyson isn't surprised. As much as it annoys him, to be cast aside by Bo, he always knew that this would happen eventually. Succubi aren't known for being monogamous. If anything he's just a tad thankful (he'd never, ever, admit it) because while his offer to help her heal is still on the table, it was killing him to her be her one and only source.
“I want french fries...and a hamburger, with everything and a chocolate milkshake. Make it all large.” Kenzi is sprawled across the counter, and mumbling her words into the surface. She's obviously about to pass out, but it's important that they feed her. She'll need it to heal faster.
Moments later, Bo returns to them, face flushed with warmth and color with a smile locked on her lips. She curls an arm around Kenzi, and holds her.
“Lauren says you have to stay indoors, your immune system is going to be on the down low for awhile and your body can't handle another attack. Even something like a cold could send you into the hospital.”
Kenzi, not one to show fear, just rolls her gray eyes, “Yeah, well I was planning on running naked through the streets while it rained and licking some public bathroom stalls, but I guess I'll cancel.”
Bo lets her go, “I mean it Kenzi. You should just be thankful I didn't ask her for a giant plastic bubble to stick you in.”
“That could be awesome. Like just bouncing every where.”
Dyson can easily see Kenzi some how enjoying that. “Like a hamster.”
She laughs, “That would be bring the whole Fae human-pet thing to a whole new weird level.”
Trick returns, with the basket of food that they ordered for her. Kenzi attacks it with a gusto. Happily devouring her burger and fries. Dyson grabs a stack of napkins for her and places them near her milkshake. She hums what he assumes is a 'thank you' around a mouth full of food.
“Knowing you, I could put you in the bubble and you'd still find a way to cause trouble. Probably even more so.”
Kenzi smirks, and giggles around her burger.
“-and seeing how the house is so not safe for you. Lauren has offered her spare room to you.”
Kenzi chokes, and sputters. Bo pats her back until she stops.
“Are you kidding me? I am not going any where near another doctor, let alone one that works for Fae for the rest of my life. Her house could be wallpapered with shiny cash-monies and I'd still say no.”
For Kenzi, this means she is beyond serious, and Dyson can't explain the warm growing sensation in his chest, knowing that Kenzi doesn't fully trust the doctor either. Her reasons may be different, but he likes knowing that there is someone on his side. Team Dyson after all sounds way better than Team Lauren, and hey, t-shirts remember?
“-it's only for a week or so, just until your system is back to normal.”
“No way Bo, ain't happening. I just want to go home.”
“You can't. It's too dangerous. It's not insulated, there's tons of dust and dirt, and not to mention household pests. Look, I know it's home, our home, but we have to realize it's still in it's dump-stage. I'm not risking your safety Kenzi, no matter what.” Bo wraps the younger girl in a hug, and kisses the crown of her head, “You are too important.”
Kenzi returns the hug. “Isn't there any where else?”
Both of them, as if sharing one mind, suddenly look up mournfully at Trick. He looks at them and raises his hands in defense.
“Sorry ladies, I wish, but any Fae that came in would easily smell a weakened human and that would be just as bad as an infection. Maybe even worse.”
“She can stay with me,” Dyson makes the offer, as causally as he can muster, “-my place is clean and isn't too far from here.”
Bo detaches herself from Kenzi, “You sure? I mean, if it's not too much trouble-”
“You guys do realize I'm not an actual hamster right? I can do things like feed myself and everything. I just need a place to crash, not a babysitter.”
“Shut it, Fluffy.” Bo warmly orders. Kenzi glares but spins around to finish her meal.
“It's fine.” He reassures Bo, “I've got plenty of room and some vacation days I need to take anyways.”
“Okay. I'll go home, get her things, and get them to your place after I wash everything. Just in case, but that will probably be some time in the morning.”
He nods, “I'll still be up.”
By the time they are done talking, and letting Lauren know, Kenzi has finished her meal and is passed out sleeping. Dyson bends slightly to pick her up, making sure to hold her carefully. She feels lighter than she should, and that's saying something considering she usually feels like she weighs less than a paper weight.
“Come on, time to go.” He says, not really expecting an answer. He nods in thanks to Trick and Bo, before leaving the tavern and getting Kenzi home.
_________________________________To Be Continued_________________________________
Author: Avaritia_90
Spoilers: Food For Thought
Rating: PG-13 (rating will go up)
Word Count: 10793
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost Girl.
Summary: Dyson/Kenzi. Dyson makes a promise.
A/N:This, is gonna be longer than a one shot, how long? I have no idea. -but so far it exceeds anything I've written. So quick note, no I don't hate Lauren and I tried to not write her badly, but keep in mind that this is written from Dyson and Kenzi's point of view and neither exactly trust her. Hope you enjoy!
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It started the moment she asked for him to stay with her.
In the hospital bed, cheeks covered in blood, she's terrified, looking so small and helpless. It struck him with emotion, that she called out for his companionship, they only had a few meetings, but he doesn't even hesitate to comply, and promise her. She doesn't know it, but a promise from a Fae is magic as well, and it usually isn't given so freely.
Yet that doesn't stop him from wrapping his pinky around her's, and agreeing. From that moment, he gave his word.
His protection, forever. Something he had never given to a human, or another being for that matter in over century.
He knows his first choice should be Bo, but he knows all too well, that she wouldn't accept. She's head strong, independent and he doesn't like the idea of more rejection.
-but Kenzi is there. She's asking for merely his presence, because in this room of countless Fae trying to save her life he knows she doesn't trust them (she shouldn't), but she trusts him. It's her faith in him that later makes him track her down and hold her. It's rare you find someone in this world, Fae or human, that believes in you so unconditionally, and he's not ready to lose her.
Not when he's just given his word.
So he sits there in the graveyard, with her practically curled in his lap. She's so small, so sick that it isn't long before her whole body starts to shake. His heart breaks as he races her to Trick. He's no Med-Fae, but he's older and smarter than the lot of them put together.
Trick closes the bar, sells a prized procession to buy the girl more time and hand makes the tea. It's all he can do, but it's more than he has to. In an other time, no one would have bothered to help her at all. No one would have allowed it. Humans aren't something you save, they're suppose to be food and playthings, but Dyson can already tell Trick cares for her deeply. Kenzi has without knowing or warning,has unofficially become part of their clan.
As time ticks by, in a nearly painful way, he gets more and more worried.
Bo hasn't checked in for hours, neither has Lauren. Trick is busy trying to figure out another way to buy her more time (even though they both know there isn't) and Kenzi has been moved to a small nest of bedding near the fire, but one can easily tell her life force is quickly fading. She's stopped shaking, but that only worries him more, it's a sign that her body is going numb.
It's been, what feel likes forever, since she last spoke, demanding another promise he didn't want to make, she was right of course, he just couldn't accept her death as the catalyst for such a promise.
A few tears of blood run over her cheeks and drip further down. Her beautiful gray eyes hold his for a second but then shut. Even blood shot and surrounded by red, as per usual her eyes pierce him, but to see them shut like that hurts more than he can stand. He can instantly tell just by her scent alone that these, as much as he would like to pretend otherwise, are her final hours.
Suddenly he can't control himself, with a whine a wolf can only make, he transforms. As a wolf, her scent is even worse, death clings to her like a fresh corpse but he still walks over and lies next to her. Pressing his nose into her limp hand, trying to get her to respond. He transforms because in this form he feels most comfortable, and knows that if he dared curl up to her in his human form, not only would it raise questions and chances were she would also likely kick him, near-death or not.
He mentally smiles, but then saddens instantly at the thought of such a lively girl gone from his world.
Trick walks in later, and glances in their direction but says nothing. -but there is a look of understanding between them, gold and brown. They both worry for the outcome of this day.
It's another hour, until Bo and Lauren's scents trail into the bar. He wastes no time in transforming again and re-dressing. He doesn't trust the doctor still, and if she doesn't have a cure or it doesn't work, she'll have more to fear then just him glaring at her.
Lucky for the doctor, and even more so for Kenzi, it works.
Within the hour, Kenzi's vitals have returned, her coloring and scent are back to normal and she's even up to going upstairs to eat. Dyson is pretty sure he hasn't been this grateful in a long time, nor has he smiled or laughed so much. For a girl that was just on the brink of death, she's good with the jokes.
“I swear, at one point I was in Narnia, or like, Middle Earth.” She talks, facing Bo, but it's him that she leans on. He nearly knocked over Lauren to help her up the stairs. She's still weak, very weak, and those stairs are older than him. He refuses to risk it. “It's not funny Bo, I feared that hobbits were gonna pop up and try and touch me with their freaky ass feet. I'm seriously gonna develop a hard core case of feet-phobia.”
Kenzi's arm clings to his, as his hand keeps a firm grip on her waist. He notes how small it is, how his hand feels impossibly large, and even when the stairs end he doesn't let go.
Bo smiles, with all the love and care of a sibling, “Do the Fae cover therapy as well?”
Lauren answers too seriously, its obvious she's still in Doctor mode because she looks Kenzi over with concern. “Actually we do, if you want Kenzi I can pull a few strings and get you in. You did have a traumatic event-”
Kenzi stills in his arms, he can feel her shoulders staining not to shake.
“I'm not going back there. Never again, not alone.” There is more than a hint of steel in her tone, that books no room for argument. Dyson understands all too well, how the medical center feels, and he's Fae. He can't begin to imagine how it feels for a human. It doesn't surprise him that she'd rather die in ditch then deal with all that again.
“Kenzi, you don't have to, Bo could go with, but you should think it over carefully-”
“She said no. End of story.” He cuts her off, and while Lauren might just trying to do what she thinks is right, it isn't what Kenzi needs, and Dyson is in no mood to play games. He lowers Kenzi to a chair and sits down next to her.
Bo raises a brow at him, but she too can tell Kenzi is scared. She takes Lauren's hand and leads the woman to the other side of the bar to chat. They stand close, too close. Both of their scents are mingled with arousal, but for some reason, Dyson isn't surprised. As much as it annoys him, to be cast aside by Bo, he always knew that this would happen eventually. Succubi aren't known for being monogamous. If anything he's just a tad thankful (he'd never, ever, admit it) because while his offer to help her heal is still on the table, it was killing him to her be her one and only source.
“I want french fries...and a hamburger, with everything and a chocolate milkshake. Make it all large.” Kenzi is sprawled across the counter, and mumbling her words into the surface. She's obviously about to pass out, but it's important that they feed her. She'll need it to heal faster.
Moments later, Bo returns to them, face flushed with warmth and color with a smile locked on her lips. She curls an arm around Kenzi, and holds her.
“Lauren says you have to stay indoors, your immune system is going to be on the down low for awhile and your body can't handle another attack. Even something like a cold could send you into the hospital.”
Kenzi, not one to show fear, just rolls her gray eyes, “Yeah, well I was planning on running naked through the streets while it rained and licking some public bathroom stalls, but I guess I'll cancel.”
Bo lets her go, “I mean it Kenzi. You should just be thankful I didn't ask her for a giant plastic bubble to stick you in.”
“That could be awesome. Like just bouncing every where.”
Dyson can easily see Kenzi some how enjoying that. “Like a hamster.”
She laughs, “That would be bring the whole Fae human-pet thing to a whole new weird level.”
Trick returns, with the basket of food that they ordered for her. Kenzi attacks it with a gusto. Happily devouring her burger and fries. Dyson grabs a stack of napkins for her and places them near her milkshake. She hums what he assumes is a 'thank you' around a mouth full of food.
“Knowing you, I could put you in the bubble and you'd still find a way to cause trouble. Probably even more so.”
Kenzi smirks, and giggles around her burger.
“-and seeing how the house is so not safe for you. Lauren has offered her spare room to you.”
Kenzi chokes, and sputters. Bo pats her back until she stops.
“Are you kidding me? I am not going any where near another doctor, let alone one that works for Fae for the rest of my life. Her house could be wallpapered with shiny cash-monies and I'd still say no.”
For Kenzi, this means she is beyond serious, and Dyson can't explain the warm growing sensation in his chest, knowing that Kenzi doesn't fully trust the doctor either. Her reasons may be different, but he likes knowing that there is someone on his side. Team Dyson after all sounds way better than Team Lauren, and hey, t-shirts remember?
“-it's only for a week or so, just until your system is back to normal.”
“No way Bo, ain't happening. I just want to go home.”
“You can't. It's too dangerous. It's not insulated, there's tons of dust and dirt, and not to mention household pests. Look, I know it's home, our home, but we have to realize it's still in it's dump-stage. I'm not risking your safety Kenzi, no matter what.” Bo wraps the younger girl in a hug, and kisses the crown of her head, “You are too important.”
Kenzi returns the hug. “Isn't there any where else?”
Both of them, as if sharing one mind, suddenly look up mournfully at Trick. He looks at them and raises his hands in defense.
“Sorry ladies, I wish, but any Fae that came in would easily smell a weakened human and that would be just as bad as an infection. Maybe even worse.”
“She can stay with me,” Dyson makes the offer, as causally as he can muster, “-my place is clean and isn't too far from here.”
Bo detaches herself from Kenzi, “You sure? I mean, if it's not too much trouble-”
“You guys do realize I'm not an actual hamster right? I can do things like feed myself and everything. I just need a place to crash, not a babysitter.”
“Shut it, Fluffy.” Bo warmly orders. Kenzi glares but spins around to finish her meal.
“It's fine.” He reassures Bo, “I've got plenty of room and some vacation days I need to take anyways.”
“Okay. I'll go home, get her things, and get them to your place after I wash everything. Just in case, but that will probably be some time in the morning.”
He nods, “I'll still be up.”
By the time they are done talking, and letting Lauren know, Kenzi has finished her meal and is passed out sleeping. Dyson bends slightly to pick her up, making sure to hold her carefully. She feels lighter than she should, and that's saying something considering she usually feels like she weighs less than a paper weight.
“Come on, time to go.” He says, not really expecting an answer. He nods in thanks to Trick and Bo, before leaving the tavern and getting Kenzi home.
_________________________________To Be Continued_________________________________