Once in a Blue Moon Chapter 3

Published 08 Nov 2018
by Anca Antoci

Once in a Blue Moon

This is a story I wrote back in 2012 as a FanFic for the TV Show Lost Girl.  For more info on the Lost Girl TV Show click here.

For those of you who are already familiar with the show, this story takes place somewhere between seasons two and three. This is Chapter 3. Click here for Chapter 1 or here for the index. Enjoy!

Chapter 3

Entering the Dal, Bo and Hale went straight to Trick.

“How is she?” Bo asked. The newest of Fae looked pretty awful, having not healed properly in her worry for her human friend.

“She’ll be fine, Bo. Dyson is licking her on the couch.” Trick answered offering the woman a pint of beer.

“He’s doing what now?” Bo asked with an incredulous look on her face.

“What Trick here meant, is that Dyson is licking Kenzi’s wounds to heal them,” Hale explained with a smile on his face.

“He can do that?” Bo squinted her eyes and crossed her arms.

“You didn’t know?” Trick smiled.

“Trick, I’m going to need something stronger,” Bo pushed the beer away and sighed.

“Of course!” Trick smiled and poured her a stiff drink.

The succubus gulped down the drink and went into the backroom to find Kenzi snuggled on the couch in a blanket for all appearances asleep. Nearby Dyson was making a sandwich when he spotted the other woman, “Bo, you look like hell!” Dyson whispered throwing glances towards Kenzi’s sleeping form.

“Well I feel just peachy!” she whispered back, exhausted eyes still set on Kenzi, “How is she?”

“She’s lost a lot of blood. The dog nicked her carotid artery. Fortunately, there was a shifter there and sealed the wounds.”

“Anyone you know?”

“No. She said she’s not local. She should check in with Trick. Kenzi pointed her in the right direction.”

“A she-wolf?” Bo smiled and cocked an eyebrow.

“No. I could smell a feline on Kenzi, but I can’t identify the species. It’s no one I’ve met before, Bo.”

“Wow…a cat. I like cats. I like how they purr when they are content.” she mused to herself, perhaps a little louder than she should have, waking Kenzi in the process.

“She actually purred while she licked me and I considered patting her hair…but no, that would have been way too weird…” Kenzi spoke continuing Bo’s train of thought, in a very Kenzi way.

“Oh, Kenz! I’m so sorry!” Bo went to the couch and hugged the blanket wrapped Kenzi.

“For what?” Kenzi frowned for a moment, but as soon as she spotted the sandwich Dyson was bringing, her face lit up, “Food…come to momma!”

“For leaving you alone in the parking lot. I knew I shouldn’t have!” Bo chided herself.

“BoBo, relax…It’s not your fault. You needed to heal. Besides, I’m the one who didn’t want to tag along to the gas station. And it’s not like you left me in the middle of the desert. I was five minutes from the subway.”

“Yeah…but you were injured. The dog must have been attracted to the blood. Never mind, I’m never going to lose sight of you again.”

Kenzi rolled her eyes and shove the sandwich in her mouth, “How come you haven’t healed completely by now?” she asked between bites.

“Well, there was only one guy at the gas station and I thought it would be nice to leave him alive.”

“You look weak and hungry, Bo. I’ll help you heal.” Dyson offered.

“Thanks, but I don’t think it’s such a good idea. I don’t think Ciara would appreciate sharing you. Besides, I have already lost you as a lover, I don’t want to risk our newfound friendship too.”

“No sex then, just a kiss. Take some of my strength to recover your own.”

Bo nodded in agreement and licked her lips in anticipation as she closed the distance between them. Their kiss lacked passion, which they both pretended not to notice, and was almost as chaste as her kiss with Kenzi but it did the trick. Bo sucked as much of his chi as she could without hurting him, then ended the kiss.

“Thank you, Dyson!” she added and patted his shoulder. He nodded.

“And how are you feeling, Kenz?” Bo’s attention was redirected at Kenzi who was licking her fingers after having finished the sandwich.

“Naked!” she answered swiftly, looking sheepishly sideways.

“Ah, I brought you these,” Bo said and handed over the bag.

“I hope there’s a bra somewhere in there,” Kenzi muttered to herself fumbling with the bag.

Dyson snickered at her remark. He would have to tease her about it later. Teasing Kenzi was always fun. Suddenly his eyes turned amber, gaze turning to the door. His nostrils flared as he sniffed the air. Feral cats give away an unmistakable scent.

“She’s here,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Well, let’s go meet her,” Bo said with a curious tone.

“Well, you go first…I need to get dressed” Kenzi replied, eyebrow-raising.

“Come on!” Dyson said motioning for Bo to follow as he left the room.

Small and slender, the stranger sat on a bar stool nursing a drink, having been there a while before Dyson caught onto her scent. To the average passerby there was nothing about her that stood out, except maybe for her hair; tamed in a side ponytail that snaked over her shoulder and onto her chest, the red length of it stood boldly against the dark loose clothing. Both Bo and Dyson stood a few feet behind her checking her out.

“It’s rude to stare!” the young woman called in an even voice without turning her head.

Of course. If Dyson could smell a cat from the other room, then she must have smelled the wolf right about the same time. She must have felt him getting closer.

“I’m not looking for trouble. I’m here to check-in.” The young shifter pointed out.

“Trick will be here any moment. I’m -“

“Dyson” she cut him off.

“How did you know?” Bo asked in surprise.

“Educated guess. I smelled a wolf on the human, and she called said wolf, Dyson. Now the very same smell is burning my nose. So you must be Dyson” she concluded looking his way. She had pale skin and big brown eyes. She looked young, early 20’s for a human maybe. But who knew, in the fae world looks could be deceiving.

Bo thought she looked beautiful, she couldn’t tear her eyes off her. “Please tell your friend I’m not edible!” the traveler added with a smirk.

“Hey what did I do to put you in such a foul mood?” Bo asked contritely but the girl didn’t answer. Instead, she took another sip of her drink. “Look, I just wanted to say thank you for saving my friend! No need to get bitchy!” Bo took off down the counter.

Dyson stared at her for a few more seconds, then moved down to sit at the other end of the counter waiting for Trick.

So, the human was not a pet, but a friend. The girl considered the idea. Why would a fae want a human for a friend?

“What’s with her?” Bo asked no one in particular.

“I don’t like her,” Dyson replied.

“Why, because she has no social skills?”Bo asked raising her brows.

“No. Because cats are sly and mischievous.” He explained.

All dressed up, Kenzi joined them at the bar, “Where is she?”

Sensing her rising disappointment, Dyson nodded in the direction of the other end of the bar.

“Well, what are we waiting for. Let’ go and say hi.” Kenzi cheered up.

“We tried. She’s bitchy!” Bo said rolling her eyes.

“Hmm…let me try!” Kenzi said as strolled across the bar, hopping on the stool beside her. “Hey… I was just wondering, is I’m-not-so-friendly your first or your last name? Also, do you have a nickname or something, because your ‘name’ is quite a mouthful.” with her expectant Kenzi smile plastered on her face, she waited for a reply.

“Kenzi…” the girl sighed.

“I know my own name, but thank you for reminding me!” Kenzi said proudly.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Kenzi turned to leave disappointed.

“Rain… the name is Rain. Now, can you all please leave me alone!” the newcomer’s voice was low like she was either bored or tired.

Judging by the forlorn look on her face, Kenzi decided to go with tired. “Ok, for now. I’ll see you around, Rain!”

Rain took another sip from her drink and she smiled.

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