A/N: People wanted Bo's reaction, so here it is. Sorry for being late on it. I'm like stuck in a pool of korrasami.

"Thanks for dropping me off, Dyson," Bo said gratefully, situated in the passenger seat of the wolf's car. They were in front of the clubhouse. "Of course, my car would decide not to start out of nowhere."

Dyson smiled. "Well, I mean it is a piece of—"

Bo held up her finger to interrupt. "Don't you dare finish that with 'junk' or 'shit' or anything along those lines. It is my baby."

A brief moment of silence ensued.

"So, how is—" Dyson started to ask before Bo could leave.

"Tamsin?" Bo finished, pursing her lips.

"Yeah. I heard you kind of—"

"I really don't want to talk about it, Dyson. She and I had separate ideas of what we were doing, y'know? I love her... just not like that."

"You could've tried talking it out with her. You sort of assumed the old Tamsin was with you, but Tamsin's not like that anymore. She's... different. She feels a lot more." Dyson rubbed at his beard, one hand tapping the steering wheel.

"I still don't think she's in love with me. I don't think it's possible. There was just a lot of confusion."

"Bo. Tamsin is definitely in love with you. I'm sure you could see it. When has Tamsin ever acted that way with anyone? The sun practically shines out your ass for her."

"But—"

"And I'm sure you could've ended it earlier than when you did. She wouldn't have thought she had something solid with you."

"She—"

"Yes, she could've talked about it with you, too. She was probably just... happy for once and wanted to hold on to that for as long as she could. Even if it meant she had to be blissfully ignorant."

Bo sighed. "What do I do?"

"You told her how you honestly felt, right?"

Hesitantly, Bo nodded.

"Then that's it. Don't try comforting her or telling her she's important to you, or the group. Just let her be."

"I guess you're right. It just feels wrong to leave things as they are."

Dyson shrugged. "Tamsin's a strong woman. There's no doubt she'll get through this. The scary part is how she'll do it."

"Well, I should probably get going. Heart-to-heart talks in the car are great and all, but I gotta get back to figuring out the whole Ancients thing."

"Alright. Call me if you need anything."

Bo left the car, ready to slam the door shut before it hit her. "Oh!"

"Yes?" Dyson smiled a little, waiting.

"I forgot. I need you to check some of the pipes. They've been leaking again, and the sound of water dripping might be shortening my life."

Dyson chuckled. "Wouldn't want you to die before I do."

Together, they entered the clubhouse, chatting amiably. Bo paused as soon as she opened the door, looking around. Confusion blanketed her features.

Dyson raised his eyebrow, sliding past the succubus to stand in the living room. "What's a matter?"

Bo opened her mouth to speak but shut it abruptly. The realization hit her harder than a sledgehammer to her ribcage. The onset of pain was so sudden, and she had to remind herself to breathe.

She furrowed her eyebrows.

Rushed to the kitchen.

She glanced up at the top of the fridge, and her heart quickened in panic.

"Bo?" Dyson prompted, cautiously walking towards her.

Bo rapidly shook her head, beginning to throw open drawers and cabinets. Each one, she left wide open.

"She's gone," Bo answered. Her own voice sounded foreign to her.

The wolf looked around. Everything seemed the same to him for the most part. "Doesn't look different than the last time I was here."

In response, Bo pointed at the fridge, rambling. "We... I mean, she used to buy Lucky Charms and Cap'n Crunch because she liked eating them together. And they're gone. And her favorite spoon is gone. And there's no milk."

"Bo, I'm sure you guys just ran out of the cereal and milk, and her favorite spoon is probably somewhere in her room with an unwashed bowl."

"We never run out of cereal because she eats it every morning."

"There has to be some logical explanation."

"You wouldn't know, Dyson. You didn't live with her. Her stuff is gone. It's like she didn't even live here. And her room is—"

Without finishing the thought, Bo took the stairs two at a time up into the space that served as Kenzi's room at one point, but was adapted as Tamsin's now. She stopped at the top, staring at the empty room. Dyson followed close behind.

Bo swallowed. "Gone. There's nothing here."

She stepped into the space, and a small flicker of hope ignited in her heart as she headed towards the bathroom. Her eyes scanned the doorframe, and her heart dropped.

"She didn't even leave her height tallies when she went through her rebirth, Dyson..."

Dyson's mouth set into a grim line. "I guess she didn't feel like her mark was worth leaving."

"There has to be something. Anything." Bo brushed past Dyson, rushing down the stairs to the second bathroom.

She looked everywhere for any sign of Tamsin having lived with her.

Nothing.

Not even a toothbrush, or the cinnamon toothpaste that Tamsin enjoyed smelling but never used it to actually brush her teeth.

Not even the valkyrie's shampoo that made her hair smell so clean and citrusy.

Bo bought it for her once she learned Tamsin was strongly opposed to flower-scented shampoos.

What if she never got to see Tamsin again?

What if, what if, what if?

Bo moved onto her bedroom, staring at the bed. It was still unmade.

What if?

She slowly walked over to it.

Dyson watched her silently, allowing her to absorb the situation. He glanced at his phone, realizing it was off. He waited as he turned it on.

Bo ran her hands over the sheets and blankets. And she knew it all felt wrong. It felt too clean. Too stiff.

"Girls must have hated you... You're beautiful even like this," Tamsin commented, almost reverently.

It didn't feel like two women had spent hours at a time in it, tangled in a carnal dance.

"Like what?" Bo asked.

It didn't feel like Bo being the little spoon with Tamsin as the big spoon.

"Sad," Tamsin answered.

It didn't feel like hushed voices and bare skin on skin.

"I know something's been bugging you..." the valkyrie continued.

It didn't feel like heart-to-hearts and breakfast in bed.

"I've tried to ignore it but..."

It felt cold and empty.

"Just tell me what it is," Tamsin finished in a whisper.

And as Bo picked up a pillow to smell it, she already knew what she'd find. Somehow, she couldn't stop, and as she inhaled deeply, ice seeped into her veins. Laundry detergent.

And maybe Bo didn't love Tamsin that way—doesn't love Tamsin that way, it still hurt for inexplicable reasons. It hurt in a way that a violinist might pluck at a freshly-stitched wound the way they would pluck violently at the strings of a violin during a heavy piece.

Bo loved her, but Bo didn't love her. Bo couldn't. And why did that thought hurt so much? Shouldn't she be okay with this? She had Lauren. Lauren with light brown eyes that captivated and a brain so unfathomably smart it was beautiful in the way that the auroras are beautiful.

So, why?

Why does this absence hurt?

Bo understood why it hurt when Kenzi left. Kenzi was her best friend. The sister she never had.

But Tamsin wasn't like that. Tamsin was a wild card. An addition to her family that stood on thin ice. A rival. Someone that pushed her to be honest, to be better when no one else had the guts to. Someone she grew to trust with everything except—

"Bo, Tamsin left me a voice mail." Dyson's voice cut through her thoughts.

Bo turned around, wiping at the tears gathered in her eyes. "Yeah? Can I hear it?"

Dyson sighed. "She told me not to let you in the message. She's gone back to Valhalla, but if we need her, she'll come back as soon as possible."

"But, Dyson! She can't be in Valhalla. Valhalla makes her... makes her awful, and it makes her do things she doesn't want to do."

Another sigh. "Who knows, Bo? Maybe it was too painful for her to be here. Maybe Valhalla will be good for her."

A/N: Zigga zig AH.