Fic: Lost and Found (2/?)
Title: Lost and Found
Author: Bella Taggart
Rating: Pg13 for now
Fandom/Pairing: Lost Girl, Bo/Lauren
Spoilers: Up to S01E11
Word Count: 2152 for this part.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Summary: When Bo comes across a drunken Lauren in a bar, everything she thought she knew about the doctor comes into question.
Author's Note: Many thanks to Rayne for the great Beta work.
Lost and Found
Part 2/?
Bo took a moment to collect herself… to push her power back into the depths of her body and calm down. When control was back within her grasp, she started moving. Whatever may have happened between Lauren and herself, she knew as well as anything else in her life that she couldn’t let Lauren go this way. There was something seriously wrong with her. What it was she had no clue, but she was going to find out.
She ran to the exit and rushed out onto the street. She looked up and down in search of a familiar face peeking through the crowd of everyday people on the sidewalk, and came up empty.
A taxi with a blonde passenger was pulling out of the curb. She ran after it and felt her brief relief turn into disappointment when the woman in the back turned sideways and Bo realized that she was not Lauren.
She was at the corner of a four way street. Too many ways to go, she thought sulkily.
Frustrated, she flipped open her phone and dialed Lauren’s number. When, under the noise of an ambulance passing by, she heard her call go straight to voice-mail, Bo had to suppress the urge to crunch the phone in her hand. She knew she was panicking, had no substantial reason to panic, and yet every instinct in her body told her that she needed to find the doctor. And quickly.
Bo had learned a long time ago not to question her instincts. They had kept her alive this long.
She briefly considered calling Kenzi, or Dyson for that matter, then dismissed the idea. What was she going to say to them? Come quick. I’m looking for Lauren, whom I saw just a few minutes ago but I can’t seem to find her now and I’ve got a bad feeling about this?
Ridiculous.
She ran back into the bar and grabbed the bartender’s arm. “Where is she?”
“Look lady, the woman you’re looking for does this all the time. She flirts with some guy in front of her boyfriend, then the boyfriend ends up in a fight and she disappears for a while. She’ll turn up in a few days, take my word for it.”
“Not her, Lauren.” She clarified with urgency. “Where did she go?”
The bartender took a step back and eyed her warily. “That’s none of your business.”
“Look, she’s a friend of mine, okay?”
“You didn’t look like friends.”
“Yeah, well, it’s complicated. But if she’s in trouble I want to help.”
He picked up a glass and not meeting her eyes, started drying it with a cloth. “She isn’t in trouble.”
“You don’t sound so sure.”
“Well, I am.” He said moving down the bar.
Bo followed him.
“Listen, something’s going on. I have a feeling you know what it is. Now, you can tell me nicely or I can make things very difficult for you.” She threatened.
He looked at her with humor in his eyes, “So much for the niceties.”
Bo moved back and tried again, “Look, I don’t mean to be a bitch,”
He gave her a doubting look. She insisted, “I really don’t. But I’m worried about her. And I can see that you are too.”
Bo, encouraged by his lack of denial, continued. “So just tell me, and I can help her.”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Sure you can.”
“No, I...” He put down the glass and, after looking around for possible eavesdroppers, leaned down onto his elbows, bringing himself closer to Bo’s level. “I literally can’t. I’ve been sworn to secrecy and, for a Mordar, that’s physically binding. May be why people always tell me their secrets.”
“I’ve worked in bars before. You might as well be a psychologist.”
“Right,” he nodded uncomfortably. “So, I can’t tell you, but if you were to guess, then there’d be nothing I could do about that.”
“Guess, right. I could do that.”
He straightened up when a customer passed them by.
“We’re not going to play charades are we?” She asked worriedly, “Because I suck at that.”
He gave her a blank look, so she put up her hands in surrender, “All right, I’m listening.”
“All I can tell you is that the doc shows up here every three months, at exactly the same time. She’s been doing so for years now.”
“She always gets this drunk?”
“No, never. She has one drink, two at the most. Then she leaves. That’s part of the reason I’m telling you this.”
“You aren’t telling me anything, I’m guessing, remember.”
“Right.”
“So she shows up here at the same time, every three months.” Bo repeated, “So she has a meeting of some kind. Here?”
He shook his head.
“Not here. Then somewhere close by, but where?”
He played with his beard, pulling on the red strands repeatedly. Looking thoughtful, he slowly said, “The woman you were looking for, she’s a nurse you know?”
“The woman in the photograph?”
He nodded. “We have a certain type of customers here.”
Bo looked around. The few tables were filled with regular men and women; some fae, some not. There were a few guys playing pool by the far end of the place. Nothing out of the ordinary. Then one of the guys moved into her line of sight, and it dawned on Bo. He was wearing scrubs, and so were his friends. The woman was a nurse and Lauren was a doctor.
She spun to the bartender, “The hospital across the street? That’s what you couldn’t tell me?”
He shrugged.
She rolled her eyes, and shook her head, “I could have been on my way in two seconds. All you had to do was point.”
“I told you I can’t tell you.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
She spun on her heels and rushed to the door, just as she was about to leave, she stopped, feeling his presence behind her.
“Succubus.” The bartender called, walking up to her.
Bo narrowed her eyes, “What?”
“She has saved my life. My kid’s life.” He said softly. He seemed like he wanted to say more but didn’t know how to without crossing some kind of hidden line.
“I understand.” Bo said, reassuringly. Lauren was a friend to this man, he cared about her. Bo got that.
He nodded, “What she’s got herself involved in, what she does over there...stronger fae than I wouldn’t dare do.”
“How do you know that? Did Lauren tell you that?”
“I wasn’t always a bartender.”
“Let me guess, a bodyguard?”
He didn’t say anything, which was all the answer she needed.
“I’m going to go ahead and assume that the person you guarded had a very raspy voice.”
He blinked.
She nodded, “Ok, well, thanks” She said, taking a step and added, “Giant.”
And then she was out.
* * * * * * * *
Bo had never been fond of hospitals. As a child she had feared them; one of her foster parents had gone into one, and hadn’t come out. Death had been the first thing she associated with the place for the better part of her teenage years. As an adult, she still didn’t like them. Despite the hotel-like decors they implemented, and the welcoming atmosphere they tried to create, Bo never felt completely secure in the environment. The smell of disinfectant overwhelmed her senses and she tried to spend as little time in them as possible.
This didn’t stop her from going into one today, however.
Bo walked up to the friendly looking silver haired hostess by the information desk and put on one of her brightest smiles.
“Hi, I was looking for Dr. Lauren Lewis.”
The woman smiled politely in return and typed into her computer. After a few clicks she looked up apologetically, “I’m sorry; I don’t have a Dr. Lewis on file. Are you certain that you have the name right?”
“Yeah, L E W I S,” she spelled out, “Lauren Lewis. She came in here like 5 minutes ago. Blonde, about this tall, she was wearing a brown leather jacket.” Bo said, her eye catching onto a funny looking orderly whose attention was fixed right on her, obviously listening to their conversation. When Bo met his eyes, he quickly looked away. “We were together right across the street, but I forgot to tell her something regarding a patient of hers, and it’s really urgent she gets this information soon.”
The woman nodded, understandingly, and checked the computer again. “Nope,” She shook her head, “I’m afraid, I’m not coming up with anything.”
“Oh, that’s too bad.” Bo said, eyeing the orderly’s movement. The man was quickly walking away.
“If she is visiting a patient and she hasn’t checked in, it wouldn’t be in the records.” The lady said.
“Right, of course.” Bo nodded, backing away, “I’ll try her on her cell-phone. Thank you.”
She moved to follow him from across the lobby, her steps quick enough to keep pace with him, and far enough not to spook him further. There weren’t many directions he could go and, taking in the simple layout of the floor, Bo was pretty sure the route she was following would meet up with him sooner or later. Deciding to make it sooner she quickened her steps and took a turn for what she hoped was a shortcut.
She was right and when he turned the corner Bo was right there waiting for him.
He jumped, seeing her appear right in front of him. “Oh shit.”
“Well, hello to you too sir.” Bo said, linking her arm with his, and keeping him moving. If that greeting wasn’t a confirmation of the fact that he was the guy she should be talking to she didn’t know what was.
“What do you want?” The man asked uneasily. He was a short, chubby man with great big ears. Bo would have bet money that he’d been the butt of many jokes growing up.
“I think you know.”
“How do you figure that?” He asked, guardedly.
“You were listening to me. I saw you.”
“Lady, you were all the way across the room, how am I supposed to hear what you said?”
“Either you’re a really good lip reader or those tiny ears of yours hear more than they are supposed to. And I’m willing to bet it’s the latter.” She raised her hand and flicked one of them.
“Hey!” He pulled back, clutching his ear. “That’s sensitive.”
“That’s what I thought.” Bo said, grinning. “Now stop stalling and tell me what I want to know.”
He looked down, frowning. “Look, I don’t want any trouble.”
“There won’t be any trouble if you answer my questions.”
He looked doubtful for a moment, then seeing his lack of choice, nodded.
“Good boy.” Bo said, stopping. She maneuvered him so that his back was against the wall. “First of all, what are you?”
He puffed, “I’m an Auriculous.”
“And that means?”
“I can hear things,” he said sarcastically, as though it was obvious. Then seeing Bo’s narrowing eyes, put up his hands and added, “But it’s a passive power, I’m harmless.”
“Light or dark?”
“Light!” He cried, affronted. “Of course light. I don’t mess with the dark, I’m a good guy.”
“Nosy guy.”
“Right.” He nodded. “Nosy, but good.”
“At least my fae-dar is getting better.” She mumbled to herself.
“Huh?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh I get it. Fae-dar. Like radar, but for the Fae.” He chuckled nervously, “that’s clever.”
Bo looked at him blankly, “So you hear things. That must be a rare and special talent.”
He nodded enthusiastically.
“You must hear all kinds of things. Know things?”
He nodded, less enthusiastically this time.
“You know what I am?”
He nodded only once.
“And you know that my power is not passive.”
“Hmm,” He confirmed, swallowing.
“Then tell me what I want to know, good guy…before I lose my patience.”
He looked around helplessly. When he could find no way out he sighed, “You’re looking for the human doctor.”
“Aha,” She urged him on.
“But she’s not here as a doctor. She’s here as a patient. “Well…” He reconsidered, “a donor really.”
“What?”
“Lauren, the Ash’s doctor, is here to donate.”
“What is she going to donate? Blood?”
“No,” He shook his head gravely. “Not blood.”
“Then what?”
“Life.”
She felt her hands going cold at the word. A chill went down her spine, her jaw tensed, and her eyes narrowed. She took a breath to calm her beast and focused on the man.
“Where is she?” She asked, her voice low and dangerous.
“7th floor.” He croaked, suddenly very afraid. “That’s where all the off-the record procedures take place.”
And then she was running again.
* * * * *
Author: Bella Taggart
Rating: Pg13 for now
Fandom/Pairing: Lost Girl, Bo/Lauren
Spoilers: Up to S01E11
Word Count: 2152 for this part.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Summary: When Bo comes across a drunken Lauren in a bar, everything she thought she knew about the doctor comes into question.
Author's Note: Many thanks to Rayne for the great Beta work.
Lost and Found
Part 2/?
Bo took a moment to collect herself… to push her power back into the depths of her body and calm down. When control was back within her grasp, she started moving. Whatever may have happened between Lauren and herself, she knew as well as anything else in her life that she couldn’t let Lauren go this way. There was something seriously wrong with her. What it was she had no clue, but she was going to find out.
She ran to the exit and rushed out onto the street. She looked up and down in search of a familiar face peeking through the crowd of everyday people on the sidewalk, and came up empty.
A taxi with a blonde passenger was pulling out of the curb. She ran after it and felt her brief relief turn into disappointment when the woman in the back turned sideways and Bo realized that she was not Lauren.
She was at the corner of a four way street. Too many ways to go, she thought sulkily.
Frustrated, she flipped open her phone and dialed Lauren’s number. When, under the noise of an ambulance passing by, she heard her call go straight to voice-mail, Bo had to suppress the urge to crunch the phone in her hand. She knew she was panicking, had no substantial reason to panic, and yet every instinct in her body told her that she needed to find the doctor. And quickly.
Bo had learned a long time ago not to question her instincts. They had kept her alive this long.
She briefly considered calling Kenzi, or Dyson for that matter, then dismissed the idea. What was she going to say to them? Come quick. I’m looking for Lauren, whom I saw just a few minutes ago but I can’t seem to find her now and I’ve got a bad feeling about this?
Ridiculous.
She ran back into the bar and grabbed the bartender’s arm. “Where is she?”
“Look lady, the woman you’re looking for does this all the time. She flirts with some guy in front of her boyfriend, then the boyfriend ends up in a fight and she disappears for a while. She’ll turn up in a few days, take my word for it.”
“Not her, Lauren.” She clarified with urgency. “Where did she go?”
The bartender took a step back and eyed her warily. “That’s none of your business.”
“Look, she’s a friend of mine, okay?”
“You didn’t look like friends.”
“Yeah, well, it’s complicated. But if she’s in trouble I want to help.”
He picked up a glass and not meeting her eyes, started drying it with a cloth. “She isn’t in trouble.”
“You don’t sound so sure.”
“Well, I am.” He said moving down the bar.
Bo followed him.
“Listen, something’s going on. I have a feeling you know what it is. Now, you can tell me nicely or I can make things very difficult for you.” She threatened.
He looked at her with humor in his eyes, “So much for the niceties.”
Bo moved back and tried again, “Look, I don’t mean to be a bitch,”
He gave her a doubting look. She insisted, “I really don’t. But I’m worried about her. And I can see that you are too.”
Bo, encouraged by his lack of denial, continued. “So just tell me, and I can help her.”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Sure you can.”
“No, I...” He put down the glass and, after looking around for possible eavesdroppers, leaned down onto his elbows, bringing himself closer to Bo’s level. “I literally can’t. I’ve been sworn to secrecy and, for a Mordar, that’s physically binding. May be why people always tell me their secrets.”
“I’ve worked in bars before. You might as well be a psychologist.”
“Right,” he nodded uncomfortably. “So, I can’t tell you, but if you were to guess, then there’d be nothing I could do about that.”
“Guess, right. I could do that.”
He straightened up when a customer passed them by.
“We’re not going to play charades are we?” She asked worriedly, “Because I suck at that.”
He gave her a blank look, so she put up her hands in surrender, “All right, I’m listening.”
“All I can tell you is that the doc shows up here every three months, at exactly the same time. She’s been doing so for years now.”
“She always gets this drunk?”
“No, never. She has one drink, two at the most. Then she leaves. That’s part of the reason I’m telling you this.”
“You aren’t telling me anything, I’m guessing, remember.”
“Right.”
“So she shows up here at the same time, every three months.” Bo repeated, “So she has a meeting of some kind. Here?”
He shook his head.
“Not here. Then somewhere close by, but where?”
He played with his beard, pulling on the red strands repeatedly. Looking thoughtful, he slowly said, “The woman you were looking for, she’s a nurse you know?”
“The woman in the photograph?”
He nodded. “We have a certain type of customers here.”
Bo looked around. The few tables were filled with regular men and women; some fae, some not. There were a few guys playing pool by the far end of the place. Nothing out of the ordinary. Then one of the guys moved into her line of sight, and it dawned on Bo. He was wearing scrubs, and so were his friends. The woman was a nurse and Lauren was a doctor.
She spun to the bartender, “The hospital across the street? That’s what you couldn’t tell me?”
He shrugged.
She rolled her eyes, and shook her head, “I could have been on my way in two seconds. All you had to do was point.”
“I told you I can’t tell you.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
She spun on her heels and rushed to the door, just as she was about to leave, she stopped, feeling his presence behind her.
“Succubus.” The bartender called, walking up to her.
Bo narrowed her eyes, “What?”
“She has saved my life. My kid’s life.” He said softly. He seemed like he wanted to say more but didn’t know how to without crossing some kind of hidden line.
“I understand.” Bo said, reassuringly. Lauren was a friend to this man, he cared about her. Bo got that.
He nodded, “What she’s got herself involved in, what she does over there...stronger fae than I wouldn’t dare do.”
“How do you know that? Did Lauren tell you that?”
“I wasn’t always a bartender.”
“Let me guess, a bodyguard?”
He didn’t say anything, which was all the answer she needed.
“I’m going to go ahead and assume that the person you guarded had a very raspy voice.”
He blinked.
She nodded, “Ok, well, thanks” She said, taking a step and added, “Giant.”
And then she was out.
* * * * * * * *
Bo had never been fond of hospitals. As a child she had feared them; one of her foster parents had gone into one, and hadn’t come out. Death had been the first thing she associated with the place for the better part of her teenage years. As an adult, she still didn’t like them. Despite the hotel-like decors they implemented, and the welcoming atmosphere they tried to create, Bo never felt completely secure in the environment. The smell of disinfectant overwhelmed her senses and she tried to spend as little time in them as possible.
This didn’t stop her from going into one today, however.
Bo walked up to the friendly looking silver haired hostess by the information desk and put on one of her brightest smiles.
“Hi, I was looking for Dr. Lauren Lewis.”
The woman smiled politely in return and typed into her computer. After a few clicks she looked up apologetically, “I’m sorry; I don’t have a Dr. Lewis on file. Are you certain that you have the name right?”
“Yeah, L E W I S,” she spelled out, “Lauren Lewis. She came in here like 5 minutes ago. Blonde, about this tall, she was wearing a brown leather jacket.” Bo said, her eye catching onto a funny looking orderly whose attention was fixed right on her, obviously listening to their conversation. When Bo met his eyes, he quickly looked away. “We were together right across the street, but I forgot to tell her something regarding a patient of hers, and it’s really urgent she gets this information soon.”
The woman nodded, understandingly, and checked the computer again. “Nope,” She shook her head, “I’m afraid, I’m not coming up with anything.”
“Oh, that’s too bad.” Bo said, eyeing the orderly’s movement. The man was quickly walking away.
“If she is visiting a patient and she hasn’t checked in, it wouldn’t be in the records.” The lady said.
“Right, of course.” Bo nodded, backing away, “I’ll try her on her cell-phone. Thank you.”
She moved to follow him from across the lobby, her steps quick enough to keep pace with him, and far enough not to spook him further. There weren’t many directions he could go and, taking in the simple layout of the floor, Bo was pretty sure the route she was following would meet up with him sooner or later. Deciding to make it sooner she quickened her steps and took a turn for what she hoped was a shortcut.
She was right and when he turned the corner Bo was right there waiting for him.
He jumped, seeing her appear right in front of him. “Oh shit.”
“Well, hello to you too sir.” Bo said, linking her arm with his, and keeping him moving. If that greeting wasn’t a confirmation of the fact that he was the guy she should be talking to she didn’t know what was.
“What do you want?” The man asked uneasily. He was a short, chubby man with great big ears. Bo would have bet money that he’d been the butt of many jokes growing up.
“I think you know.”
“How do you figure that?” He asked, guardedly.
“You were listening to me. I saw you.”
“Lady, you were all the way across the room, how am I supposed to hear what you said?”
“Either you’re a really good lip reader or those tiny ears of yours hear more than they are supposed to. And I’m willing to bet it’s the latter.” She raised her hand and flicked one of them.
“Hey!” He pulled back, clutching his ear. “That’s sensitive.”
“That’s what I thought.” Bo said, grinning. “Now stop stalling and tell me what I want to know.”
He looked down, frowning. “Look, I don’t want any trouble.”
“There won’t be any trouble if you answer my questions.”
He looked doubtful for a moment, then seeing his lack of choice, nodded.
“Good boy.” Bo said, stopping. She maneuvered him so that his back was against the wall. “First of all, what are you?”
He puffed, “I’m an Auriculous.”
“And that means?”
“I can hear things,” he said sarcastically, as though it was obvious. Then seeing Bo’s narrowing eyes, put up his hands and added, “But it’s a passive power, I’m harmless.”
“Light or dark?”
“Light!” He cried, affronted. “Of course light. I don’t mess with the dark, I’m a good guy.”
“Nosy guy.”
“Right.” He nodded. “Nosy, but good.”
“At least my fae-dar is getting better.” She mumbled to herself.
“Huh?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh I get it. Fae-dar. Like radar, but for the Fae.” He chuckled nervously, “that’s clever.”
Bo looked at him blankly, “So you hear things. That must be a rare and special talent.”
He nodded enthusiastically.
“You must hear all kinds of things. Know things?”
He nodded, less enthusiastically this time.
“You know what I am?”
He nodded only once.
“And you know that my power is not passive.”
“Hmm,” He confirmed, swallowing.
“Then tell me what I want to know, good guy…before I lose my patience.”
He looked around helplessly. When he could find no way out he sighed, “You’re looking for the human doctor.”
“Aha,” She urged him on.
“But she’s not here as a doctor. She’s here as a patient. “Well…” He reconsidered, “a donor really.”
“What?”
“Lauren, the Ash’s doctor, is here to donate.”
“What is she going to donate? Blood?”
“No,” He shook his head gravely. “Not blood.”
“Then what?”
“Life.”
She felt her hands going cold at the word. A chill went down her spine, her jaw tensed, and her eyes narrowed. She took a breath to calm her beast and focused on the man.
“Where is she?” She asked, her voice low and dangerous.
“7th floor.” He croaked, suddenly very afraid. “That’s where all the off-the record procedures take place.”
And then she was running again.
* * * * *