Lost Girl Fic: Stupid
Title: Stupid
Fandom: Lost Girl
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Bo, Kenzi.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1046
Spoilers: It’s A Fae, Fae, Fae, Fae World.
Summary: It’s safer for Bo to keep to herself as much as possible, not get attached to anyone, but still, she can’t ignore a girl in trouble, even if she knows she’s being stupid.
Written For: Prompt 014 - Time Of Need at fandomweekly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Lost Girl, or the characters. They belong to their creators.
It’s stupid and Bo knows it’s stupid. She should be keeping a low profile. But the girl is young, not much more than a kid, and she’s in trouble even if she doesn’t know it yet. The drink she just knocked back with such gusto, drinking like she was dying of thirst, is drugged. Bo saw Mister Highest Sales in the Division slip a pill into it, back when it was meant for her. Looks like her would-be admirer just found himself easier pickings.
So now comes the stupid part. Bo’s shift isn’t over yet, but she leaves the bar anyway, follows the guy who’s following the girl. Ducks down the stairwell when she sees them waiting for the elevator, the girl trying and failing to brush off her new friend’s attention. Couple floors down, she hits the call button and waits.
It’s not long before the doors open, and there they are, the girl backed into the corner, the guy looking like the sexual predator he is. A wolf in sheep’s clothing, he’s nothing special in the looks department, maybe that’s why he has to resort to drugging girls to get any action. But he doesn’t need to look dangerous to BE dangerous; Bo knows that better than anyone. Well, this time the action he’s gonna get won’t be what he was looking for.
Leaning against the wall outside the elevator, Bo has on her best sultry seductress look and sashays into the elevator car with a sexy smile and swaying hips. She’s got it all going on, and she knows how to work it, like she was born to it. She gets the bozo’s full attention in nothing flat.
“You are very naughty,” she chides, winding his tie around her hand to pull him in close. “Left without saying goodbye. Don’t you know when a girl’s playing hard to get?”
He chuckles, thinks he’s got it made now, asks, “What do you want?” Excited, a little nervous, not used to girls coming on to him this way. No surprise there.
“Just one little kiss.” This is almost too easy, and yeah, bad idea because Bo’s starving, knows what she wants, what her body needs, and if she takes it from this guy she’ll have to move on. Again. She can never stay anywhere long because the hunger always comes back, and the results are always the same. She leaves a trail of corpses everywhere she goes, but at least this one deserves his fate. She’ll be doing everyone a favor.
Bo doesn’t know what she is, has no clue why this keeps happening to her, why she can kill with nothing more than a kiss. It’s not like she wants to, not usually; without meaning to she’s killed every lover she’s ever had, and it sucks.
So does she.
Pulling him closer still, she kisses him, languid, unhurried, drawing something out of him, not sure what to call it. His life force maybe. Something like that. The kiss deepens and he starts to struggle, tries to break free, feeling himself being drained while Bo…
It’s exhilarating. She feels amazing, so alive, strong, buzzing with energy, like she could do anything. Hunger sated, she lets her victim slide to the floor, a parody of a smile frozen on his face. Just one more death on her conscience, even if she can honestly say she doesn’t regret this one.
Walking away across the basement parking lot, she’s pulled back to the here and now by the drugged girl, calling after her.
“Hey, what about me?”
Damn, serves her right for trying to play the hero. Can’t really leave her with the corpse of the guy who was planning to rape her though, so Bo goes back.
“Okay, let’s get you out of here.” She hoists the girl over her shoulder, which is way easier than it should be. She doesn’t weigh much.
“I saw you eat some dude’s face. It was amazing.”
Oh, that’s just terrific; she saw everything! Good thing she’s so wasted she won’t remember any of this when morning comes. “I’ll take you somewhere safe.”
“Bye-bye, Mr. Smiley-face,” the girl mumbles.
Back at her squat, Bo sets about gathering her belongings, ready to blow the joint. Too bad; she liked this city, wanted to stick around for a while. “Well, this is what you get for playing the good Samaritan,” she tells herself, shoving clothes in her bag and doing a quick change. The clothes she was wearing will have to be burned; best to leave no trace for the police in case they track her here.
Before she can skip out though, the kid wakes up, and Bo’s explanation about her being drugged and hallucinating falls kinda flat when it turns out she filmed the whole thing on her phone. Predictably, the girl freaks out.
Bo mentally grits her teeth; this is why she shouldn’t help people, should just look out for number one. People only complicate things, wanting explanations, wanting to talk. Normal people, that is; Bo is anything but normal, and the girl, Kenzi… In a warped way she seems to take that as a plus, because normal people don’t help out complete strangers for no reason, and without Bo coming to her rescue, unasked, instead of waking up in a strange place she might’ve been dead.
What can Bo do but sit and talk for a bit? She may not exactly be human, but she still gets lonely. It’s hard to make friends when you’re a freak who’s always having to move around, change identities, staying one step ahead of the law, all because sometimes the hunger gets so bad you have to drain some poor schmuck dry. So she takes Kenzi out for milkshakes, like two normal girls, and no matter how bad her momentary altruism might have screwed things up for her, Bo can’t find it in herself to regret what she did. She likes this girl, likes being able to sit down with someone open-minded enough to be curious about her, despite all her weirdness.
It’s an odd way to start a friendship, but everything about Bo’s life leans towards the odd, so what of it? Maybe her life just got a little bit less lonely.
The End
Fandom: Lost Girl
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Bo, Kenzi.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1046
Spoilers: It’s A Fae, Fae, Fae, Fae World.
Summary: It’s safer for Bo to keep to herself as much as possible, not get attached to anyone, but still, she can’t ignore a girl in trouble, even if she knows she’s being stupid.
Written For: Prompt 014 - Time Of Need at fandomweekly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Lost Girl, or the characters. They belong to their creators.
It’s stupid and Bo knows it’s stupid. She should be keeping a low profile. But the girl is young, not much more than a kid, and she’s in trouble even if she doesn’t know it yet. The drink she just knocked back with such gusto, drinking like she was dying of thirst, is drugged. Bo saw Mister Highest Sales in the Division slip a pill into it, back when it was meant for her. Looks like her would-be admirer just found himself easier pickings.
So now comes the stupid part. Bo’s shift isn’t over yet, but she leaves the bar anyway, follows the guy who’s following the girl. Ducks down the stairwell when she sees them waiting for the elevator, the girl trying and failing to brush off her new friend’s attention. Couple floors down, she hits the call button and waits.
It’s not long before the doors open, and there they are, the girl backed into the corner, the guy looking like the sexual predator he is. A wolf in sheep’s clothing, he’s nothing special in the looks department, maybe that’s why he has to resort to drugging girls to get any action. But he doesn’t need to look dangerous to BE dangerous; Bo knows that better than anyone. Well, this time the action he’s gonna get won’t be what he was looking for.
Leaning against the wall outside the elevator, Bo has on her best sultry seductress look and sashays into the elevator car with a sexy smile and swaying hips. She’s got it all going on, and she knows how to work it, like she was born to it. She gets the bozo’s full attention in nothing flat.
“You are very naughty,” she chides, winding his tie around her hand to pull him in close. “Left without saying goodbye. Don’t you know when a girl’s playing hard to get?”
He chuckles, thinks he’s got it made now, asks, “What do you want?” Excited, a little nervous, not used to girls coming on to him this way. No surprise there.
“Just one little kiss.” This is almost too easy, and yeah, bad idea because Bo’s starving, knows what she wants, what her body needs, and if she takes it from this guy she’ll have to move on. Again. She can never stay anywhere long because the hunger always comes back, and the results are always the same. She leaves a trail of corpses everywhere she goes, but at least this one deserves his fate. She’ll be doing everyone a favor.
Bo doesn’t know what she is, has no clue why this keeps happening to her, why she can kill with nothing more than a kiss. It’s not like she wants to, not usually; without meaning to she’s killed every lover she’s ever had, and it sucks.
So does she.
Pulling him closer still, she kisses him, languid, unhurried, drawing something out of him, not sure what to call it. His life force maybe. Something like that. The kiss deepens and he starts to struggle, tries to break free, feeling himself being drained while Bo…
It’s exhilarating. She feels amazing, so alive, strong, buzzing with energy, like she could do anything. Hunger sated, she lets her victim slide to the floor, a parody of a smile frozen on his face. Just one more death on her conscience, even if she can honestly say she doesn’t regret this one.
Walking away across the basement parking lot, she’s pulled back to the here and now by the drugged girl, calling after her.
“Hey, what about me?”
Damn, serves her right for trying to play the hero. Can’t really leave her with the corpse of the guy who was planning to rape her though, so Bo goes back.
“Okay, let’s get you out of here.” She hoists the girl over her shoulder, which is way easier than it should be. She doesn’t weigh much.
“I saw you eat some dude’s face. It was amazing.”
Oh, that’s just terrific; she saw everything! Good thing she’s so wasted she won’t remember any of this when morning comes. “I’ll take you somewhere safe.”
“Bye-bye, Mr. Smiley-face,” the girl mumbles.
Back at her squat, Bo sets about gathering her belongings, ready to blow the joint. Too bad; she liked this city, wanted to stick around for a while. “Well, this is what you get for playing the good Samaritan,” she tells herself, shoving clothes in her bag and doing a quick change. The clothes she was wearing will have to be burned; best to leave no trace for the police in case they track her here.
Before she can skip out though, the kid wakes up, and Bo’s explanation about her being drugged and hallucinating falls kinda flat when it turns out she filmed the whole thing on her phone. Predictably, the girl freaks out.
Bo mentally grits her teeth; this is why she shouldn’t help people, should just look out for number one. People only complicate things, wanting explanations, wanting to talk. Normal people, that is; Bo is anything but normal, and the girl, Kenzi… In a warped way she seems to take that as a plus, because normal people don’t help out complete strangers for no reason, and without Bo coming to her rescue, unasked, instead of waking up in a strange place she might’ve been dead.
What can Bo do but sit and talk for a bit? She may not exactly be human, but she still gets lonely. It’s hard to make friends when you’re a freak who’s always having to move around, change identities, staying one step ahead of the law, all because sometimes the hunger gets so bad you have to drain some poor schmuck dry. So she takes Kenzi out for milkshakes, like two normal girls, and no matter how bad her momentary altruism might have screwed things up for her, Bo can’t find it in herself to regret what she did. She likes this girl, likes being able to sit down with someone open-minded enough to be curious about her, despite all her weirdness.
It’s an odd way to start a friendship, but everything about Bo’s life leans towards the odd, so what of it? Maybe her life just got a little bit less lonely.
The End