Torn [2/3]
Title: Torn [2/3]
Author: synergyfox
Pairing: Bo/Lauren
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,142
Warnings: All naughty booboos are my own.
Summary: Adorably pervy Lauren... OCD Lauren... same dif, right?
Disclaimer: See, if I owned them there would have been way more than a boob-brush in episode five.
“That’s impossible Dyson.”
”How is it impossible? She just told me to leave her lab before I ‘contaminate’ it!”
Bo groaned and let her head lull to the side, “because Lauren is currently curled up in my bed… and her head has made my arm go numb.”
“Nucleosynthesis…” Lauren mumbled and rolled onto her stomach, drooling lightly onto Bo’s extended arm.
“That’s so cute…”
”Focus Bo!”
“Right… focusing. Two Laurens. One’s on my arm the other bitched you out.”
”Bring your Lauren to Trick’s. I’ll bring this Lauren…”
Bo slid her thumb across the screen, effectively ending the call without so much as a goodbye before rolling onto her side and wrapping her arm around Lauren’s waist. The blonde made a happy sound, mouth moving against Bo’s arm in a biting motion. She tried not to laugh and pulled Lauren against her, directing her mouth away from her arm.
“Bo flavored popsicle… best popsicle ever…”
“I know I’m tasty.” Bo whispered in her ear, brushing her fingertips lightly over Lauren’s stomach, “but you need to wake up.”
Lauren turned again, trying to lick Bo’s arm hopefully, “om nom…”
She laughed out loud and tugged at her arm, “Lauren. Wake up.”
“Wake up sex fiends!” Bo’s eyes widened when Kenzi came barreling in, “please don’t be naked! Please don’t be naked! I can’t handle naked right now!”
Lauren sat up, somehow managing to swing a pillow violently at the young wig-loving girl. “Whoa… whoa…” Bo laughed, catching Lauren’s wrists.
-
“We have been through this already you imbecile! Manhandling me, no matter how much you seem to enjoy it, does not cause me to move faster! Quite the contrary actually, it causes me to resist! If you were to actually use those neurons in that so-called brain of yours and ceased relying on your obvious animal instinct you would understand this fact!”
Dyson let out a low, warning growl as he gripped Lauren’s arm tighter, dragging the doctor into Trick’s bar, “shut up. You’re giving me a headache.”
“Don’t you tell me to shut up Neanderthal!”
“I am not a Neanderthal!”
“No, you are correct. That would be an insult to the species!”
“Dude… Doctor Hotpants is vicious when she wants to be.”
The irate doctor wrenched her arm from Dyson’s grip and turned, “I most certainly am not vicious, I am merely stating a fa-well this is intriguing.” Her eyes fell on the look-alike perched atop Bo’s lap, diligently attempting to steal some of the Fae’s food.
An awkward silence fell over the pub and the Lauren on Bo’s lap turned slowly, squinting at the one by Dyson before looking intently at Bo. “That isn’t me. I’m me. I swear.”
“Clearly you need to have your head examined as I am myself.”
“Imposter.”
“Can you prove that genetically?”
Hale let out a soothing whistle, holding both of his hands up in a calming gesture, “ladies, ladies. I’m as into a chick fight as the next guy, but let’s calm down… and talk about this civilly.”
“Shut up, Hale!” Both women snapped as one stood from Bo’s lap.
Trick tapped his chin in wonder as he looked between the two, “interesting… I would say it was some kind of Gemini effect, but Lauren isn’t Fae…”
Both Lauren’s glared at the short man, effectively silencing his musings before glaring back at each other. Kenzi moved to look between the two, eyes wide and inquisitive, “this is seriously trippy. Two Doctor Hotpants.” She whipped around to glare at Bo, “no! You can’t have a threesome. Stop thinking about it.”
Bo’s eyes flashed as the thought passed through her brain and she bit her lower lip with a grin, “well I wasn’t. But now I am.”
The more playful of the two Lauren’s threw her arms around Bo’s neck, leaning in to whisper something in the Fae’s ear.
“Dude! Are you blushing?!” Kenzi laughed, leaning back on the bar stool with a bottle of alcohol in her hands.
The werewolf in the bar cleared his throat, “Trick. We have a problem.”
A few laughs filtered through the bar, “I don’t think there are many more problems we can have than two Doctor Hotpants. Even if one is way less boring than the real one.”
“Hey!” Bo snapped, glaring at her roommate warningly, “Lauren isn’t boring.”
Dyson cleared his throat, holding his phone up and waving it unconsciously, “it isn’t just Lauren. A number of humans associated with the Fae are being torn into two different personalities. Both of our sides have been affected.”
“That is interesting. I need to get to my lab.” Lauren turned and made to walk out only to be stopped by Dyson, “we have had this conversation already, Dyson.”
“The Ash’s orders are for you to remain here.”
Trick smiled kindly at the group in his bar, “I’m going to look through my books…” he glanced at Kenzi, eyes narrowing slightly, “nothing top shelf.”
After an attempted lap dance from one Lauren, the rearrangement of all the alcohol in Trick’s bar (organizing first by year, then by size, then color and finally settling on alcohol content) and a constant stream of Kenzisms from Kenzi, the owner of the bar finally returned topside with an armful of books.
“Tell me you found something Trickster.” His eyes narrowed at Kenzi’s constant refusal to use his name. “McTrick?” Silence. “Trick?”
Trick cleared his throat, nodding to the dark haired girl - trying to hide his fondness for her antics. He didn’t want to encourage her after all. “I found several obscure references to the Servants of Janus; what I cannot figure out is why they would be targeting humans who our bound to the Fae. Dyson called me earlier - the wards of the Ash and the Morrigan have been the only ones affected so far.”
Bo frowned and crossed her arms over chest, inadvertently pushing her chest up and causing the more touchy-feely of the two Lauren’s to leer quite pointedly. “So… something is splitting people the Ash and the Morrigan need in two?”
The logical Lauren frowned, a look of curiosity passing over her features, “well, we are Fae-bastards from opposing sides. It only makes sense for us to be targeted. Fae-bastards raised by opposing sides to realize our full potential. The Ash’s Chiefs of Science and Technology are both bastards as well. The Fae decided that it would be prudent to have humans as the public face of their fine establishments to keep overly curious, regular humans at bay.”
Kenzi took a swig of alcohol and grimaced as the warm liquid traveled down her throat - it was far easier to swallow cold. “Dude… that kinda explains the serious lack of social skills Doctor Hotpants has.”
“I’m right here, you know.” They both muttered, half of the duo jutting out their lower lip in a pout.
A/N: One more to go.
Author: synergyfox
Pairing: Bo/Lauren
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,142
Warnings: All naughty booboos are my own.
Summary: Adorably pervy Lauren... OCD Lauren... same dif, right?
Disclaimer: See, if I owned them there would have been way more than a boob-brush in episode five.
“That’s impossible Dyson.”
”How is it impossible? She just told me to leave her lab before I ‘contaminate’ it!”
Bo groaned and let her head lull to the side, “because Lauren is currently curled up in my bed… and her head has made my arm go numb.”
“Nucleosynthesis…” Lauren mumbled and rolled onto her stomach, drooling lightly onto Bo’s extended arm.
“That’s so cute…”
”Focus Bo!”
“Right… focusing. Two Laurens. One’s on my arm the other bitched you out.”
”Bring your Lauren to Trick’s. I’ll bring this Lauren…”
Bo slid her thumb across the screen, effectively ending the call without so much as a goodbye before rolling onto her side and wrapping her arm around Lauren’s waist. The blonde made a happy sound, mouth moving against Bo’s arm in a biting motion. She tried not to laugh and pulled Lauren against her, directing her mouth away from her arm.
“Bo flavored popsicle… best popsicle ever…”
“I know I’m tasty.” Bo whispered in her ear, brushing her fingertips lightly over Lauren’s stomach, “but you need to wake up.”
Lauren turned again, trying to lick Bo’s arm hopefully, “om nom…”
She laughed out loud and tugged at her arm, “Lauren. Wake up.”
“Wake up sex fiends!” Bo’s eyes widened when Kenzi came barreling in, “please don’t be naked! Please don’t be naked! I can’t handle naked right now!”
Lauren sat up, somehow managing to swing a pillow violently at the young wig-loving girl. “Whoa… whoa…” Bo laughed, catching Lauren’s wrists.
-
“We have been through this already you imbecile! Manhandling me, no matter how much you seem to enjoy it, does not cause me to move faster! Quite the contrary actually, it causes me to resist! If you were to actually use those neurons in that so-called brain of yours and ceased relying on your obvious animal instinct you would understand this fact!”
Dyson let out a low, warning growl as he gripped Lauren’s arm tighter, dragging the doctor into Trick’s bar, “shut up. You’re giving me a headache.”
“Don’t you tell me to shut up Neanderthal!”
“I am not a Neanderthal!”
“No, you are correct. That would be an insult to the species!”
“Dude… Doctor Hotpants is vicious when she wants to be.”
The irate doctor wrenched her arm from Dyson’s grip and turned, “I most certainly am not vicious, I am merely stating a fa-well this is intriguing.” Her eyes fell on the look-alike perched atop Bo’s lap, diligently attempting to steal some of the Fae’s food.
An awkward silence fell over the pub and the Lauren on Bo’s lap turned slowly, squinting at the one by Dyson before looking intently at Bo. “That isn’t me. I’m me. I swear.”
“Clearly you need to have your head examined as I am myself.”
“Imposter.”
“Can you prove that genetically?”
Hale let out a soothing whistle, holding both of his hands up in a calming gesture, “ladies, ladies. I’m as into a chick fight as the next guy, but let’s calm down… and talk about this civilly.”
“Shut up, Hale!” Both women snapped as one stood from Bo’s lap.
Trick tapped his chin in wonder as he looked between the two, “interesting… I would say it was some kind of Gemini effect, but Lauren isn’t Fae…”
Both Lauren’s glared at the short man, effectively silencing his musings before glaring back at each other. Kenzi moved to look between the two, eyes wide and inquisitive, “this is seriously trippy. Two Doctor Hotpants.” She whipped around to glare at Bo, “no! You can’t have a threesome. Stop thinking about it.”
Bo’s eyes flashed as the thought passed through her brain and she bit her lower lip with a grin, “well I wasn’t. But now I am.”
The more playful of the two Lauren’s threw her arms around Bo’s neck, leaning in to whisper something in the Fae’s ear.
“Dude! Are you blushing?!” Kenzi laughed, leaning back on the bar stool with a bottle of alcohol in her hands.
The werewolf in the bar cleared his throat, “Trick. We have a problem.”
A few laughs filtered through the bar, “I don’t think there are many more problems we can have than two Doctor Hotpants. Even if one is way less boring than the real one.”
“Hey!” Bo snapped, glaring at her roommate warningly, “Lauren isn’t boring.”
Dyson cleared his throat, holding his phone up and waving it unconsciously, “it isn’t just Lauren. A number of humans associated with the Fae are being torn into two different personalities. Both of our sides have been affected.”
“That is interesting. I need to get to my lab.” Lauren turned and made to walk out only to be stopped by Dyson, “we have had this conversation already, Dyson.”
“The Ash’s orders are for you to remain here.”
Trick smiled kindly at the group in his bar, “I’m going to look through my books…” he glanced at Kenzi, eyes narrowing slightly, “nothing top shelf.”
After an attempted lap dance from one Lauren, the rearrangement of all the alcohol in Trick’s bar (organizing first by year, then by size, then color and finally settling on alcohol content) and a constant stream of Kenzisms from Kenzi, the owner of the bar finally returned topside with an armful of books.
“Tell me you found something Trickster.” His eyes narrowed at Kenzi’s constant refusal to use his name. “McTrick?” Silence. “Trick?”
Trick cleared his throat, nodding to the dark haired girl - trying to hide his fondness for her antics. He didn’t want to encourage her after all. “I found several obscure references to the Servants of Janus; what I cannot figure out is why they would be targeting humans who our bound to the Fae. Dyson called me earlier - the wards of the Ash and the Morrigan have been the only ones affected so far.”
Bo frowned and crossed her arms over chest, inadvertently pushing her chest up and causing the more touchy-feely of the two Lauren’s to leer quite pointedly. “So… something is splitting people the Ash and the Morrigan need in two?”
The logical Lauren frowned, a look of curiosity passing over her features, “well, we are Fae-bastards from opposing sides. It only makes sense for us to be targeted. Fae-bastards raised by opposing sides to realize our full potential. The Ash’s Chiefs of Science and Technology are both bastards as well. The Fae decided that it would be prudent to have humans as the public face of their fine establishments to keep overly curious, regular humans at bay.”
Kenzi took a swig of alcohol and grimaced as the warm liquid traveled down her throat - it was far easier to swallow cold. “Dude… that kinda explains the serious lack of social skills Doctor Hotpants has.”
“I’m right here, you know.” They both muttered, half of the duo jutting out their lower lip in a pout.
A/N: One more to go.