Once in a Blue Moon
This is a story I wrote back in 2012 as a FanFic for the TV Show Lost Girl.Â 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 7. Click here for Chapter 1. Enjoy!
Dyson and Hale entered the elevator, each carrying in his arms a damsel in distress. Once the elevator reached his floor, Dyson took the lead, followed closely by Hale. Kenzi slowly regained consciousness and stared at Hale.
“You almost got yourself killed. Again.” Hale told her.
“Hale!” she cuddled at his chest feeling safe. But as she cleared her head, memories of recent events came flooding back.
“Hale, they took Bo!” she yelled with all the strength she could muster, which in this case wasn’t much.
“I know little momma… We’ll find her.”
They entered Dyson’s place together. Hale laid Kenzi on the couch while Dyson put Rain on the floor and she immediately changed to cougar and started licking her wounds.
“Dyson!” Hale got his attention and nodded towards the door. Dyson followed his gaze and frowned at the bloody footprints that marked the path to the bathroom. He stiffened immediately and motioned for everybody to stay quiet. He listened carefully for any sign that might give away the intruder. But there was no one in the bathroom. He was sure of that because he didn’t hear a heartbeat. His nostrils flared as he sniffed around. And he froze. He immediately recognized the scent. It was Bo. Not hearing her heartbeat terrified him. He ran straight to the bathroom following her bloody footprints, dreading what he would find there.
To his surprise, and mostly to his relief, Dyson didn’t find her dead body there. There wasn’t anyone in there, only an opened first aid kit and some blood smeared rags. She must have come here to clean herself. He almost missed it at first, but a little piece of paper caught his gaze. He recognized her handwriting. It was a note for him.Â ‘Dyson, Kenzi’s hurt in the woods. I’m going after her. I lost my phone in a fight so don’t call. Please come to find me as soon as you read this! Sorry about the mess, I had to clean myself. Bo.‘Â He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Bo was fine, but she didn’t know they got Kenzi.
“It’ s OK, there’s no one in here!” Dyson said emerging from the bathroom.
“Whose prints…” Hale trailed indicating the bloody footprints.
“Bo’s. She’s fine. She went back to the woods looking for Kenzi.” he added waving the little piece of paper.
“I’ll go find her!” Hale offered.
“You do that. I can handle things here and Lauren will be here any minute.” Dyson told his partner before he left.
Hale took the car and turned back to the woods to search for Bo. Meanwhile, Lauren showed at Dyson’s.
“Hi! I got the message. Who’s hurt?” the doctor asked skipping the pleasantries. She yelped in surprise when she saw the cougar on the floor, its fur smeared with blood.
“Relax, doc. She’s a shifter. But you should look at Kenzi first.” his demand took Lauren by surprise. A quick assessment of Kenzi told her that she wasn’t bleeding, while the shifter was in pretty bad shape. Yet Dyson asked her to take care of Kenzi first. Putting a human over his own kind was unexpected.
“Why didn’t you bring them to the lab? And as a doctor, I would prioritize the shifter…”
“Her name is Rain…” Kenzi cut in.
“As you say doc! As for the house call, I’d rather keep this off the record.” Dyson explained.
“Please tell Rain to shift to her human form, it would be much easier for me to treat her.”
“Meow!” Dyson did his best to impersonate a cat’s meowing. That made Kenzi laugh and she instantly brought a hand to her side and hissed in pain. Dyson was by her side in a moment.
Meanwhile, Rain was back to human.
“I don’t lose the ability to hear and understand plain English when I shift…” Rain tried to explain to the doctor when she noticed the surprised look on her face.
“You’ve been shot. Both bullets are still inside. I’m going to clean the wound and take the bullets out. Then I’ll stitch you up and you should be as good as new. Well, it will leave a nasty scar, but other than that, you should recover pretty fast.” Lauren explained the procedure to her patient. She spent so much time in the lab lately, that she actually missed interacting with patients. As she was cleaning the surrounding area of the wound with a swab and antiseptic, Lauren discovered a brand on Rain’s left shoulder blade. She recognized the symbol branded on her skin and gasped. Her gaze shifted to Dyson, who was talking softly to Kenzi. Her gasp caught his attention, and his eyes met Lauren’s.
“Dyson, there’s something you need to know…” she trailed off, stepping away from the patient.
“She’s dark fae, I recognized her brand mark, dangerous clan…”
“I know. Hence the off the record house call, doc.” Dyson emphasized by raising his brows.
“If the Ash finds out…” Lauren looked troubled. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to help Rain, it was her own safety she was worried about. Betrayal was severely punished, hence her predicament.
“I won’t tell if you won’t.” Dyson offered, understanding her fears. But he saw that his words didn’t do much for Lauren. Apparently, mistrust went both ways.
“It’s your chance to prove that you’re not just chattel, that you’re more than a puppet!” Dyson tried to bait her.
“I don’t need to prove myself to you, Dyson. It might surprise you, but I don’t really care what you think of me. I work for the Ash, not for you.” She made it clear she wasn’t going to take the bait.
“However, as a doctor, I took an oath. I’m a doctor first and chattel second, no matter the consequences.” She rolled her eyes at Dyson. Once she made her choice, she opened her medical kit and took out what she needed, then approached Rain and started to explain what she was about to do. Dyson remained still for a while staring at Lauren. Perhaps he had misjudged her, the human clearly had some backbone.
While Lauren took the bullets out of Rain’s shoulder, Dyson sat on the couch near Kenzi.
“How are you holding on, Kenz?”
“I’m fine, D! I’m weak from blood loss and the wound hurts like a bitch, but other than that, I’m fine.” Dyson pulled the hem of her top upwards and inspected her wound. It was healing already. Rain had done a pretty good job. It was the second time she had helped Kenzi. Not that he wasn’t grateful, but it didn’t make sense to him. Fae don’t help humans unless they have something to gain from it, they don’t risk exposure to help a complete stranger, and her rap sheet didn’t make her look like the good Samaritan she claimed to be. There were too many things that didn’t add up.
“I’ll stitch you up and you’ll be as good as new in no time,” Lauren told Rain with a smile.
“Don’t!” Dyson stopped her. She looked confused. He had asked her to help Rain, and now was trying to stop her? It didn’t make sense.
“I’ll close her wounds, otherwise they will scar. I’ll take it from here, no scar means no shot wounds. As for you, doc…this was a social visit. If the Ash asks, I felt lonely and called you to keep me company. I’ll make sure to tell him I find you entertaining.” Dyson said with a smirk.
“And you’re such an ass… But, you’re right, it makes for a believable cover story.” Lauren said moving to her next patient. She poked and probed around the wound, asked Kenzi a bunch of questions, then turned to Dyson.
“Her wound heals remarkably well. On the outside, it looks like a week’s old scar. It’s the depth of the wound that worries me. There’s no sign of internal hemorrhage, which is good. But the healing will be slow, human speed. I can give her something for the pain, but she’s going to need to take things slow for a while. And by slow, I mean plenty of bed rest. For the next couple of weeks, she should leave the bed only to use the bathroom. And she needs to eat properly. She’s lost a lot of blood and I suggest a red meat diet to replenish.”
“Don’t worry, doc. I’ll make sure she behaves. I’ll tie her to my bed if I have to.” Dyson added with a smile and a wink towards Kenzi.
“Oh, kinky…” Kenzi said rolling her eyes.
“OK then. I should go now, they expect me at the lab.” Lauren said grabbing her coat on her way out.
“Hey, doc!… Thank you.” Dyson told her as she turned to leave. Lauren stopped in her tracks and smiled.
“Don’t… I didn’t do it for you.” She replied. Her voice was firm but gentle. She didn’t mean to offend him, yet she had only done her job. But maybe now he’d dislike her less, she mused to herself.
“I know.” Dyson nodded. Maybe it was more to this human than met the eye.
“Bedtime, Kenzi!” Dyson said grabbing her from the couch.
“What are you doing?”Kenzi asked.
“Taking you to bed. Doc said that unless you need to use the bathroom, you’re not supposed to leave the bed. And I’m going to see to it.” Dyson added with a chuckle.
“She didn’t say it has to be your bed, though…” she muttered.
“Well, in the light of earlier events, I don’t trust you to do as you’re told. Therefore, you’ll stay where I can watch you. My bed will have to do.”
“So, am I being grounded?” Kenzi asked with a mischievous smile plastered on her face.
“No, but if you misbehave, I might be tempted to spank you,” Dyson added smiling while he put her in his bed and gently tucked her in.
“You wouldn’t dare!” Kenzi replied squinting her eyes at him.
“Don’t test me, Kenz! I’ve had a lot on my plate lately and my patience is wearing thin. Now go to sleep. I’ll wake you when Bo gets here.” He warned.
“OK.” Kenzi agreed, then got comfortable under the sheets and hugged his pillow. It smelled like him and made her feel safe. She fell asleep in no time.
Dyson went to Rain, who sat on the floor covered in a towel. She looked so small and young, he couldn’t help but feel pity for her.
“So, what’s your story?” He asked in a soft voice. He sat on the floor, behind her and framed her small figure between his thighs. He felt her tense slightly. She didn’t feel comfortable around him. He didn’t either, it went against their nature. Yet they both fought their nature.
“What do you want to know?” Rain asked after a moment of inner debate.
“Why you’re wanted for murder…and why you risked everything to save a human, twice.”
“Long story…” she hesitated.
“I lick, you talk.” Dyson offered whileÂ pulling her back closer to him. He put his arms around her waist for leverage and started to work on her still opened wounds.
“Fair enough.” She agreed after some thinking. He had risked a lot taking her in. If either Light or Dark were to find out about it, the punishment for betrayal would be severe. He wouldn’t turn her in. That much she was sure of. She took her time gathering her thoughts, and then she spoke.
“I come from a clan of pure blooded cougars. Apparently, it is my duty to make sure the pure bloodline is continued. It’s a burden I didn’t ask for. I wanted to be respected as an individual, not valued as a breeding animal. I wanted to be free to choose my own future… So I did a silly, childish thing to rebel. I spent a night at a cheap motel with a man, a human hitchhiker I picked on the road. It was fun and liberating. I didn’t shower afterward, I wanted them to smell him on me and understand that I make my own choices. I should have known it wouldn’t be so easy. They killed him to punish me for disregarding tradition. My DNA was all over the sheets, I suppose that’s why I am the prime suspect in his murder. “
Dyson stopped for a moment.
“And the other three?” he asked before resuming his task.
“After what they did, I realized I couldn’t live there anymore, that I’d never be free. So I ran away. I’ve been on the run for a couple of years now. I can’t stay too long in one place, or they’ll find me. My family put a bounty on my head. They want me alive because I’m their only child. If I die, their bloodline stops here. But I’d rather die. Or kill, if I have to. Those other three men you asked me about were bounty hunters. I killed them before they could apprehend me. For what is worth, it was self-defense. As for saving your human, I just happened to be there at the right moment. I got that man killed because I was reckless. I thought that maybe by saving this human I could redeem myself. I have no ulterior motives, I have no interest in your human. As a matter of fact, I’d appreciate if she stopped following me around. It’s hard enough to stay hidden as it is.”
“She was just trying to be friendly. She was a runaway once, so I guess she feels a kinship to you.” He explained.
“Those who hunt me down have no respect for human life. I don’t want any more human blood to be shed on my account. If you care for her, keep her on a tight leash!”
At this point, Dyson heard footsteps outside his door. That got Rain’s attention, too.
“Friend or Foe?” She asked looking over her shoulder, at Dyson.