Fic: Lost and Found (6/?)
Title: Lost and Found
Author: Bella Taggart
Rating: Pg13 for now
Fandom/Pairing: Lost Girl, Bo/Lauren
Spoilers: Up to S01E11
Word Count: About 1850 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.
A/N: Many thanks to Rayne for the great Beta work. All the remaining mistakes are mine.
Lost and Found 6/?
She was afraid…too afraid. Something was wrong. She could feel it in the exaggeration of each emotion that coursed through her body. She was overreacting. But why? She had her answer almost as soon as she had questioned it. The hunger; it was making her overly sensitive, magnifying her feelings.
The sudden clarity about her own state of mind was enough to calm her erratic heart beat. She sighed, taking a moment to figure out her next step. First she needed to find Lauren and then she would have to feed.
"Hello?"
She spun towards the voice coming from the door. A skinny nurse she didn't know was regarding her carefully. "Can I help you?"
"My friend. She was in this room. Has she been moved to another room?"
"I'm afraid she’s gone.”
Bo took in a sharp breath.
“They left a few hours ago." The nurse continued.
"Left?" Bo asked, in relief.
"Yeah. They were leaving just as my shift started."
"But, I don't think she was well enough to leave."
The nurse shrugged, "Maybe she got transferred. You should check with the desk."
"Right, thank you."
The desk confirmed that Lauren had been released to the care of her private physician. The thought should have been comforting. If Lauren was well enough to leave the hospital then she had to be feeling better. For some reason it wasn't, and Bo doubted that she would find any comfort until she saw Lauren with her own eyes.
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Lauren was barely able to hold on to consciousness. She was aware of this fact and yet she fought it; fought it with all her might, when all she wanted to do was surrender to the darkness.
She’d been home for more than a day and in all that time, except for an assisted visit to the bathroom, she’d been bed ridden. She felt old, weak, oh so weak, and pathetic.
“How’s your appetite?” Rachel, her nurse of many years, asked, eyeing the full plate of food by her bedside table.
“Non-existent.” Lauren mumbled.
“Thought as much.”
Rachel replaced the finished IV on her arm with a new one making Lauren flinch. “Sorry.”
Lauren acknowledged the apology with a nod of her head.
Rachel had the gentlest touch out of any nurse Lauren had ever met. She was the one they called for when blood tests were needed for fae children, so light was her touch, and yet Lauren still hurt. She knew it had nothing to do with Rachel and everything to do with the rawness of her own skin. Her whole body felt as though she had sunburn.
This was the worst part of the whole ordeal; the constant pain on her skin, in her skin, in her bones. She didn’t have to do anything; it was just there all the time, the hypersensitivity. Even her hair hurt. And she never knew how long it would go on for. Sometimes it was over and done within a few hours, sometimes it took days. It had taken a week the last time.
Lauren shuddered just thinking about it and clicked on her morphine drip in reflex.
“Pain?” Rachel asked, watching her thoughtfully.
Lauren simply gave her a tight smile.
“You want to go to the bathroom?”
“I’m good.”
“Okay, I’ll be back to check on you in a few hours.”
“Yeah.”
“Ring if…”
“I know.”
“When I come back, we’re going to take a walk, at least once up and down the corridor, so you’d better rest up.”
“Yes ma’am.”
She picked up the plate and gave her a final appraisal. “What are the chances of your eating this?”
Lauren looked at her apologetically, making Rachel sigh in response.
“Fine, but promise that you’ll at least eat half of your dinner.”
Lauren wanted to assure her, she really did, but she just didn’t know if she’d be able to. And even if she was, she didn’t know if she could keep it down. As though reading her thoughts Rachel prompted, “At least promise you will try.”
Lauren nodded her agreement and received a shake of a head and a small smile in return.
“Hard bargain you drive Lewis.”
Lauren crooked her lips into what could be called a smile and winked, the effort to talk seeming bigger with each passing minute.
Rachel smiled tenderly and turned to leave. “Rest now.”
Before she was out the door, Lauren was back under.
* * * * * * * * * *
The ring of the doorbell startled her out of sleep. She lay still for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts. It was late afternoon and she wasn’t expecting any visitors. Painfully she rolled onto her side and reached for the door phone mounted on the wall by her bed.
“Who is it?” She croaked, her mouth dry.
“It’s Bo.”
Lauren’s eyes widened. “Bo?” She cleared her throat, “What is it?”
“Can I come in?”
When Lauren didn’t reply, Bo prompted again. “Lauren?”
“I’m here.”
“Are you okay?”
“Bo, I’m not really up for company.”
“Can you just let me in?”
Lauren didn’t want Bo to see her this way. And what more, she didn’t want to see Bo. Just the idea of her flared an inexplicable anger within her. Bo really had to learn how to respect boundaries, and Lauren was just about to tell her this when Bo’s voice came over.
“Please Lauren.”
Perhaps it was hearing her name fall out of Bo’s lips in that pleading tone or perhaps it was the “please” itself. Whatever it was Lauren found herself buzzing her in, opening her doors to let Bo inside.
* * * * * * * *
Bo walked into the apartment, taking in the modern, clean-cut ambiance of the place, the marble floors, and the high ceilings.
“Lauren?”
“In here.”
The voice was distant and small. Bo followed it to the end of the hall, and knocked on the open door when she came upon Lauren’s bedroom.
“Come in.” Lauren rasped from the bed, trying to reposition herself to a half sitting state and failing.
Bo took a step in; painfully aware of the fact that this was the first time she was in Lauren’s bedroom, and cursing the circumstances. “Hey.”
“Hello.” Lauren replied weakly, without any warmth to her voice.
“How are you feeling?” Bo asked, eyeing the IV running down Lauren’s arm.
“Fine.” Lauren lied. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you.”
“Well…” Lauren sighed, “Here I am.”
“There you are.” Bo gave her an awkward smile, one that just became even more uncomfortable when Lauren lowered her eyes to the floor.
“Nice place.”
“Thanks.”
When Lauren fell silent, Bo realized that she expected her to leave. Only, Bo had no intention of leaving, especially not this way, when the air was so thick between them.
Bo waited in the stretching silence until it was Lauren who broke first, “How did you find out where I live?”
“I have my ways.” Bo answered half teasingly. When it fell flat, her voice lost its humor, “I went to the clinic, but you weren’t there. Went to Dyson, he didn’t know where you lived, so I went to the Ash.”
“You saw the Ash?” Lauren asked with an accent of incredulity.
Bo nodded, “He told me that you didn’t want to see me.”
“I…I don’t want to see anyone.”
“Yeah, he said that too.”
“You didn’t believe him?”
“I just thought he was being…difficult, you know.”
“He wasn’t.”
“I see that.”
Lauren tried once again to discreetly pull herself up, and gave up on the notion before it became too obvious. “So?” She croaked.
“So?”
“What can I do for you?” Lauren snapped, harder than she had intended. She took a breath, trying to steady herself. She slowly rolled onto her side, trying to get comfortable in her bed. It was no easy task. The duvet lying on her skin was traitorous, switching from comforting to painful without warning as her body temperature spiked one minute and dropped the next.
Bo paused at the hostility in Lauren’s demeanor. “I just…I just wanted to see how you were.”
Lauren held her gaze for a long moment, and then looked away. When she looked back her eyes were less hostile. Motioning towards the bottle of water behind Bo, she whispered, “Can you pour me a glass, please?”
“Sure.” Bo replied, grateful. She crouched by Lauren’s bed handing her the glass of water.
When Lauren’s eyes widened in panic and her hand started shaking, too weak to hold up the glass, Bo steadied her with her own and brought the glass to her lips, helping her drink. Their eyes met over the glass and held as Lauren took careful sips. Only when Lauren’s eyes started pooling with helpless tears and she turned away did Bo look away as well, sparing the proud doctor.
Without a word, she re-filled the glass and put it on Lauren’s bedside table.
“Thanks.”
“Sure.”
With Lauren so close, Bo could see the effects of the ritual even more. Her normally fair skin was even paler. Her cheekbones were even further defined now. She had lost weight again. Her cracked lips were slightly parted, and her eyes…well her eyes were looking right at her.
Bo held them in silence. When they spoke, they spoke at the same time, their words tangling.
Bo’s cautious worry, “Are you eating?” and Lauren’s quiet observation “You’ve fed.”
When they registered each other’s words, the irony wasn’t lost on either of them. Bo chuckled, and Lauren’s lips curved up as well.
Bo instantly felt better. “I grabbed a snack this morning,” She supplied cautiously. When Lauren’s eyebrows rose up at the phrasing, she rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. Just a little to hold me over, not a full charge up…just enough.” She didn’t know why she felt the need to make the distinction, but she did.
“That’s good.” Lauren said, non-judgmentally. “You should feed regularly Bo. It could get dangerous for you if you don’t.”
Bo felt something soften inside her. “And you?” She asked, tentatively brushing Lauren’s hair out of her eyes. “Are you eating?”
Lauren froze under the soft touch, unable to speak until Bo pulled back. When she did, Lauren took a moment to focus. “Um…I’m trying.”
“Trying is good.”
Lauren simply shrugged. They remained gazing at each other long enough that Lauren’s eyes started closing again. Not wanting to bother her, Bo spoke gently. “You should rest.”
Lauren’s eyes snapped open, “I’m awake.”
Bo tilted her head to the side and gave her a half amused smile. “Rest.” She encouraged, backing away.
Lauren took in Bo’s retreating form and sighed in disappointment, “Yeah.” She said coolly as Bo reached the door. “That’s probably for the best.”
“Do you need anything?”
“Nothing” Lauren whispered, letting her eyes drop.
Bo waited until Lauren looked back up again, gave her a soft smile and walked out, leaving Lauren to slumber once again.
* * * * * * *
Author: Bella Taggart
Rating: Pg13 for now
Fandom/Pairing: Lost Girl, Bo/Lauren
Spoilers: Up to S01E11
Word Count: About 1850 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.
A/N: Many thanks to Rayne for the great Beta work. All the remaining mistakes are mine.
Lost and Found 6/?
She was afraid…too afraid. Something was wrong. She could feel it in the exaggeration of each emotion that coursed through her body. She was overreacting. But why? She had her answer almost as soon as she had questioned it. The hunger; it was making her overly sensitive, magnifying her feelings.
The sudden clarity about her own state of mind was enough to calm her erratic heart beat. She sighed, taking a moment to figure out her next step. First she needed to find Lauren and then she would have to feed.
"Hello?"
She spun towards the voice coming from the door. A skinny nurse she didn't know was regarding her carefully. "Can I help you?"
"My friend. She was in this room. Has she been moved to another room?"
"I'm afraid she’s gone.”
Bo took in a sharp breath.
“They left a few hours ago." The nurse continued.
"Left?" Bo asked, in relief.
"Yeah. They were leaving just as my shift started."
"But, I don't think she was well enough to leave."
The nurse shrugged, "Maybe she got transferred. You should check with the desk."
"Right, thank you."
The desk confirmed that Lauren had been released to the care of her private physician. The thought should have been comforting. If Lauren was well enough to leave the hospital then she had to be feeling better. For some reason it wasn't, and Bo doubted that she would find any comfort until she saw Lauren with her own eyes.
**************************
Lauren was barely able to hold on to consciousness. She was aware of this fact and yet she fought it; fought it with all her might, when all she wanted to do was surrender to the darkness.
She’d been home for more than a day and in all that time, except for an assisted visit to the bathroom, she’d been bed ridden. She felt old, weak, oh so weak, and pathetic.
“How’s your appetite?” Rachel, her nurse of many years, asked, eyeing the full plate of food by her bedside table.
“Non-existent.” Lauren mumbled.
“Thought as much.”
Rachel replaced the finished IV on her arm with a new one making Lauren flinch. “Sorry.”
Lauren acknowledged the apology with a nod of her head.
Rachel had the gentlest touch out of any nurse Lauren had ever met. She was the one they called for when blood tests were needed for fae children, so light was her touch, and yet Lauren still hurt. She knew it had nothing to do with Rachel and everything to do with the rawness of her own skin. Her whole body felt as though she had sunburn.
This was the worst part of the whole ordeal; the constant pain on her skin, in her skin, in her bones. She didn’t have to do anything; it was just there all the time, the hypersensitivity. Even her hair hurt. And she never knew how long it would go on for. Sometimes it was over and done within a few hours, sometimes it took days. It had taken a week the last time.
Lauren shuddered just thinking about it and clicked on her morphine drip in reflex.
“Pain?” Rachel asked, watching her thoughtfully.
Lauren simply gave her a tight smile.
“You want to go to the bathroom?”
“I’m good.”
“Okay, I’ll be back to check on you in a few hours.”
“Yeah.”
“Ring if…”
“I know.”
“When I come back, we’re going to take a walk, at least once up and down the corridor, so you’d better rest up.”
“Yes ma’am.”
She picked up the plate and gave her a final appraisal. “What are the chances of your eating this?”
Lauren looked at her apologetically, making Rachel sigh in response.
“Fine, but promise that you’ll at least eat half of your dinner.”
Lauren wanted to assure her, she really did, but she just didn’t know if she’d be able to. And even if she was, she didn’t know if she could keep it down. As though reading her thoughts Rachel prompted, “At least promise you will try.”
Lauren nodded her agreement and received a shake of a head and a small smile in return.
“Hard bargain you drive Lewis.”
Lauren crooked her lips into what could be called a smile and winked, the effort to talk seeming bigger with each passing minute.
Rachel smiled tenderly and turned to leave. “Rest now.”
Before she was out the door, Lauren was back under.
* * * * * * * * * *
The ring of the doorbell startled her out of sleep. She lay still for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts. It was late afternoon and she wasn’t expecting any visitors. Painfully she rolled onto her side and reached for the door phone mounted on the wall by her bed.
“Who is it?” She croaked, her mouth dry.
“It’s Bo.”
Lauren’s eyes widened. “Bo?” She cleared her throat, “What is it?”
“Can I come in?”
When Lauren didn’t reply, Bo prompted again. “Lauren?”
“I’m here.”
“Are you okay?”
“Bo, I’m not really up for company.”
“Can you just let me in?”
Lauren didn’t want Bo to see her this way. And what more, she didn’t want to see Bo. Just the idea of her flared an inexplicable anger within her. Bo really had to learn how to respect boundaries, and Lauren was just about to tell her this when Bo’s voice came over.
“Please Lauren.”
Perhaps it was hearing her name fall out of Bo’s lips in that pleading tone or perhaps it was the “please” itself. Whatever it was Lauren found herself buzzing her in, opening her doors to let Bo inside.
* * * * * * * *
Bo walked into the apartment, taking in the modern, clean-cut ambiance of the place, the marble floors, and the high ceilings.
“Lauren?”
“In here.”
The voice was distant and small. Bo followed it to the end of the hall, and knocked on the open door when she came upon Lauren’s bedroom.
“Come in.” Lauren rasped from the bed, trying to reposition herself to a half sitting state and failing.
Bo took a step in; painfully aware of the fact that this was the first time she was in Lauren’s bedroom, and cursing the circumstances. “Hey.”
“Hello.” Lauren replied weakly, without any warmth to her voice.
“How are you feeling?” Bo asked, eyeing the IV running down Lauren’s arm.
“Fine.” Lauren lied. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you.”
“Well…” Lauren sighed, “Here I am.”
“There you are.” Bo gave her an awkward smile, one that just became even more uncomfortable when Lauren lowered her eyes to the floor.
“Nice place.”
“Thanks.”
When Lauren fell silent, Bo realized that she expected her to leave. Only, Bo had no intention of leaving, especially not this way, when the air was so thick between them.
Bo waited in the stretching silence until it was Lauren who broke first, “How did you find out where I live?”
“I have my ways.” Bo answered half teasingly. When it fell flat, her voice lost its humor, “I went to the clinic, but you weren’t there. Went to Dyson, he didn’t know where you lived, so I went to the Ash.”
“You saw the Ash?” Lauren asked with an accent of incredulity.
Bo nodded, “He told me that you didn’t want to see me.”
“I…I don’t want to see anyone.”
“Yeah, he said that too.”
“You didn’t believe him?”
“I just thought he was being…difficult, you know.”
“He wasn’t.”
“I see that.”
Lauren tried once again to discreetly pull herself up, and gave up on the notion before it became too obvious. “So?” She croaked.
“So?”
“What can I do for you?” Lauren snapped, harder than she had intended. She took a breath, trying to steady herself. She slowly rolled onto her side, trying to get comfortable in her bed. It was no easy task. The duvet lying on her skin was traitorous, switching from comforting to painful without warning as her body temperature spiked one minute and dropped the next.
Bo paused at the hostility in Lauren’s demeanor. “I just…I just wanted to see how you were.”
Lauren held her gaze for a long moment, and then looked away. When she looked back her eyes were less hostile. Motioning towards the bottle of water behind Bo, she whispered, “Can you pour me a glass, please?”
“Sure.” Bo replied, grateful. She crouched by Lauren’s bed handing her the glass of water.
When Lauren’s eyes widened in panic and her hand started shaking, too weak to hold up the glass, Bo steadied her with her own and brought the glass to her lips, helping her drink. Their eyes met over the glass and held as Lauren took careful sips. Only when Lauren’s eyes started pooling with helpless tears and she turned away did Bo look away as well, sparing the proud doctor.
Without a word, she re-filled the glass and put it on Lauren’s bedside table.
“Thanks.”
“Sure.”
With Lauren so close, Bo could see the effects of the ritual even more. Her normally fair skin was even paler. Her cheekbones were even further defined now. She had lost weight again. Her cracked lips were slightly parted, and her eyes…well her eyes were looking right at her.
Bo held them in silence. When they spoke, they spoke at the same time, their words tangling.
Bo’s cautious worry, “Are you eating?” and Lauren’s quiet observation “You’ve fed.”
When they registered each other’s words, the irony wasn’t lost on either of them. Bo chuckled, and Lauren’s lips curved up as well.
Bo instantly felt better. “I grabbed a snack this morning,” She supplied cautiously. When Lauren’s eyebrows rose up at the phrasing, she rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. Just a little to hold me over, not a full charge up…just enough.” She didn’t know why she felt the need to make the distinction, but she did.
“That’s good.” Lauren said, non-judgmentally. “You should feed regularly Bo. It could get dangerous for you if you don’t.”
Bo felt something soften inside her. “And you?” She asked, tentatively brushing Lauren’s hair out of her eyes. “Are you eating?”
Lauren froze under the soft touch, unable to speak until Bo pulled back. When she did, Lauren took a moment to focus. “Um…I’m trying.”
“Trying is good.”
Lauren simply shrugged. They remained gazing at each other long enough that Lauren’s eyes started closing again. Not wanting to bother her, Bo spoke gently. “You should rest.”
Lauren’s eyes snapped open, “I’m awake.”
Bo tilted her head to the side and gave her a half amused smile. “Rest.” She encouraged, backing away.
Lauren took in Bo’s retreating form and sighed in disappointment, “Yeah.” She said coolly as Bo reached the door. “That’s probably for the best.”
“Do you need anything?”
“Nothing” Lauren whispered, letting her eyes drop.
Bo waited until Lauren looked back up again, gave her a soft smile and walked out, leaving Lauren to slumber once again.
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