So. First, I own nothing. Second, this is post season 3 – and I tried to make it as true to the show as humanly (heh) possible, and so I hope I do okay. I am not sure where I'm going with this at all, or if I'll continue or what. For now it's going to be a one shot but I'd love any sort of input on where I should go with it? Because honestly I don't have any ideas.

It's a liiittle bit Valkubus. As much as it is in the show (which is a decent amount I think). And if I write more, it's probably going to get more Valkubus. Anyway, here it is – review please, I need input on this one!

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When Bo regains consciousness, the first thing she is aware of is the steady, repetitive drip of a warm liquid. It drops from her lip to the cold, hard cement beneath her. Drip, drip, drip. For the first time in her life, she thinks 'God, I hope I drool in my sleep.' She opens a bleary eye and focuses slowly down to the growing puddle beneath her chin.

Blood.

She breathes in – her breath is ragged. With a strangled choke, she realizes the likely suspect of the pool of red liquid. 'Collapsed lung,' she thinks morosely. 'Perfect.'

Trying not to move too much, she shifts her shoulders so that she can prop herself up on an elbow. Gritting her teeth against the pain in her chest, she looks around the room. She is in a dark, bare basement – windowless. There is one half burnt out lightbulb flickering ominously, hanging from the ceiling. There is one plain wooden chair, placed in the centre of the room, a few feet to the left of where Bo is lying. And then – as her eyes move to the corners of the room – she sees two motionless bodies, dumped on the cold concrete as unceremoniously as she had been. Bo feels her heart thump a bit faster. Two bodies, one a man and one woman. Limbs entwined, blonde hair askew. Gratefulness mixed with dread rises in Bo's chest. Blonde hair…

"Dyson…" her voice is weak, raspy. She knows it is him. She can see his broad back, recognizes his tattoo. His bare arms wrap around the woman he lies with. She is less sure about the woman's identity – but she has a guess. 'Focus,' she chides herself. She clears her throat, dislodging some of the blood there. "Dyson," she says again, stronger.

Still not enough. She shuts her eyes briefly. She is going to have to move. This is going to hurt.

Her body shrieks with pain as she lifts it. Her collapsed lung makes her breathing unsteady, unsure. Her muscles burn with agony as she moves them. She crawls across the floor, bruised kneecaps smarting with every move she makes. "Dyson," she repeats, urgency growing. "Dyson."

But it isn't Dyson who hears her – not him who wakes first. Bo sees the woman's arm, which was draped around Dyson's waist, move. She hears a low groan and all half formed questions about who the hell that is evaporate. Bo knows that groan. "Tamsin," she rasps.

"Fuck," comes the woman's voice. Yes… definitely Tamsin. What follows is a steady and frankly creative stream of curses, some which Bo has never heard before. She waits for it to subside. And then she sees the shadows move, and Tamsin is sitting up. Her green eyes are filled with anger. "What," the valkyrie begins, her voice shaking with that same anger, "the fuck are you doing here?"

Below the pain, Bo feels a trickle of irritation. "To be perfectly honest, it's not my first fucking choice." But on the last word, the strain of speaking becomes too much for her wounded lungs, and suddenly – she cannot breathe. All other feelings dissipate as she coughs, choking. Her throat constricts, and the warm blood fills her mouth.

Suddenly Tamsin is at her side. Bo's vision is faltering – black around the edges. She doesn't even have time to wonder how the valkyrie moves so quickly, how she is so unhurt. All she wants is to breathe. She needs to breathe.

"Bo!" Tamsin's voice is urgent. Blinking hard, Bo manages to focuses on the clear green eyes swimming in her blurring vision. She blinks once, and she knows soon her consciousness will fade. "Bo – feed!" comes the voice again.

Warm lips on hers. Bo is almost too far gone to understand what is happening. But then survival instincts kick in. And she feels her power rush desperately into the core of the sexual energy before her – she sucks it out, the energy feeling better than anything. The flow of life force moves through her body – she feels her heart pump desperately. And then she feels her lung swell – whole again.

Gasping, she pulls back from Tamsin. Oxygen – stale but life giving, flows through Bo's lungs. For a moment, all she can do is gasp for more air. She is still and shaking on the floor, hyperventilating. Then equilibrium resurfaces. She feels her body again, the bruises and sore muscles still unhealed, having been passed over in favour of the desperate attention her lung needed. Blinking hard, the room swims into focus again. Her breathing becoming steadier every second, she looks back at the woman kneeling by her side. "Thank you," she says.

Tamsin's eyes are intense, searching. There is blood on her lips, Bo's blood, smudged from their kiss. "Did you take enough?" she asks, brushing off Bo's gratefulness.

"I'll be fine," Bo replies. She edges her body into a sitting position. And her eyes swing back to the form of the man, lying in the corner of the dark room. Through all the commotion, he has not moved. "Dyson," she says shortly.

"Fuck," Tamsin curses under her breath. Tamsin helps Bo to her unsteady feet, and the two women move toward the unconscious man and kneel before him.

Bo touches Dyson's motionless arm. "He's so cold," she says, worry coating her voice.

"Well he is shirtless," Tamsin points out grimly, her gaze flickering over the body of her unconscious partner. Her hands nimbly run over his neck, searching for a pulse.

"Yeah," Bo concedes. Then she frowns. "Wait, why is he shirtless?"

Despite the dire circumstances, Tamsin's lips turn up slightly. "Why is he ever shirtless?" As Bo shoots her a look, she continues. "We were captured together," she explains. "When I picked him up, I think he had just shifted back into humanoid form." And then she sighs, relieved. She sits back. "He seems to be fine, just really weak. He should wake up soon."

A weight lifts off Bo's chest. "Good," she sighs. Then she looks back at Tamsin, inquisitive nature taking over. "Wait, so you got picked up together – how? And how are you so energetic when he's passed out cold?" She frowns and looks around at their surroundings again. "Also, where are we? I was at the Dal…"

"Whoa, hold up," Tamsin cuts her off, holding up a hand. "I can only answer so many questions at once, succubus." She turns to look into Bo's face.

For a long moment they just stare at each other, green eyes locking with brown. In Tamsin's sharp gaze, Bo can see that deepness that is always there – something she only realized recently is sheer experience. This valkyrie has seen things Bo can not even imagine. Respect for that wells up in her chest, as does a twinge of intimidation. How can Bo even begin to learn to fight as well as this seasoned warrior? Or cope as well with the world when she's only been in it a few decades?

Her insecurity crumbles quickly though as she sees something else in Tamsin's eyes. Or more accurately, recognizes it. Because this something has been there, dormant, for months. It was just too hard to quantify before – and even harder to believe.

Love. Phantom words echo in Bo's ears as she remembers the moments – so perfect… to me, you are. You're not like anyone I've ever met, in any of my many lifetimes… As much as sometimes she feels inferior to Tamsin, she knows now that there is an unbelievable respect and affection that the valkyrie holds for her. And although at this point Bo is still unsure of how deep Tamsin's love goes (and even more unsure about how she herself feels about it), she is absolutely sure that someone like Tamsin would not feel that way for just anyone. And that has got to mean something.

Strengthened by this, Bo breaks their silence. "So?" she asks, her voice quieter now.

Tamsin blinks, startled. "Right," she says. She lets out a long breath. "Your first question – yeah, we got here together. I was in my truck, I had just picked Dyson up. And then I saw – " her eyes flash, " – him."

From the emphasis Tamsin places on the word, Bo knows who 'him' is. "The man who hired you to look for me," she states flatly.

Green eyes flash again, and Tamsin opens her mouth to speak, but then hesitates, swallowing whatever she was about to say. Recovering quickly, she nods. "Yes," she confirms quickly, before Bo can prod further. "I saw him standing on the street. I tried to run him over with my truck…"

"You what!?"

"You're going to have to stop interrupting me, succubus," Tamsin says, and although her tone is calm, Bo hears veiled dangerousness there too. Obediently, she shuts up, and the valkyrie continues. "It didn't work," she says, and a dark scowl appears on her strong Nordic features. "The truck went off the cliff – and we were brought here."

A million questions occur to Bo all at once. Deciding to chance it, she asks one. "And here is…?"

Tamsin closes her eyes. And although it is half shadowed in the dark, Bo can see endless emotion written in her face. Trepidation, regret – and anger. The violent anger that was there when the jaded valkyrie first woke up in this place.

When she speaks, she spits the words like poison. "This," says Tamsin, her voice shaking with feeling. "Is Valhalla." Her eyes flash open, and Bo's heart pangs as she sees they are glistening and wet. They shine with unbridled fear. And… love. "This," Tamsin says again, that love written all over her face. "Is the last fucking place I wanted you to end up."

For a second, Bo is speechless. She wrestles to say something – anything. Her eyes dart down, and she sees Dyson lying there. Still cold, still unconscious. Something occurs to her. "If this is Valhalla," she says, and she is surprised to hear her voice is somewhat steady. "Is that why you're…"

"So strong?" A sardonic half smile rests on Tamsin's bloody lips.

Bo did not realize the full truth of it until now. But looking up at her blonde companion, she can see it – Tamsin isn't pale, gaunt and weak like she has been recently. Her green eyes, though still pained, are bright. Her cheeks have a hint of colour, and she exudes a rough, ruthless power that almost makes the air around her feel electric. Bo thinks back to the chi that she took earlier – Tamsin has always tasted different, but today it was even more pronounced. 'She's in her home territory now,' Bo thinks to herself, slightly awed.

Tamsin shakes her head, reading Bo's expression. "Don't look so impressed," she says, and her voice, though biting, almost sounds sad. "I don't think you realize how much trouble we're in."

Bo's brow furrows. "Well I know our situation isn't good, exactly," she admits. "But at least we've got you – you're obviously supercharged. And…" Briefly she wonders if it is inappropriate to assume, but she quickly dismisses the thought. "And if I can feed off of you, then we've got me. I'm not exactly helpless."

Apart from a raised eyebrow at the feeding comment, Tamsin remains relatively expressionless. "So naïve," she remarks, her tone weary.

Still frowning, Bo crosses her arms. "So you're giving up, then?"

With a frustrated, strangled sound, Tamsin stands, walking to the wall and leaning against it, slamming her palms against the cold stone. "You don't get it," she spits out. "This is not like anything you've ever done before, Bo. We're not fighting some fucking neighbourhood bully."

Cautiously, Bo stands too. Somehow, she knows hostility is not the way to get Tamsin on her side. "I know that," she says simply.

Tamsin turns around, leaning her back against the wall. She looks into Bo's eyes, her own green ones full of doubt. Full of fear. "So what – are you just a masochist, then?"

"No," replies Bo. She walks forward slowly, reducing the distance between her and the bristling valkyrie. With every step, she sees Tamsin's eyes flicker with confusion. "But what I am is something these bastards have never seen before. And even though you used to work for them…" She is one step away from Tamsin. She lowers her voice, and tries to convey every ounce of sincerity she can in the statement she truly believes. "I know that you've got passion they have no idea exists."

There is a beat, and the look on Tamsin's face changes from shock, to disbelief, and then … then to something incredibly fierce. The valkyrie lets out a short laugh – a sharp, clear sound. "You're crazy," she says simply. Then she takes a deep breath, and looks at Bo in that same searching way she always does. "But at least we're not going out without a fight."

Bo can't stop a slight smile from sliding onto her face. "Alright then," she says, cocking her head at the valkyrie. There is a moment again where she looks into the blonde's face, just trying to figure out what the hell is going on inside her head. 'She's a fucking mess,' Bo contemplates sadly, seeing all the conflict flickering just behind those bright green eyes. 'But I don't think I'd rather have anyone else at my side in this shitty ass situation.'

A low groan breaks the short silence, and both women jump, startled. Bo looks back quickly, and to her delight she sees the man on the ground moving gingerly. "Dyson!" she exclaims.

"About time, partner," adds in Tamsin, her voice nonchalant on the surface, but also obviously relieved.

Bo hurries to Dyson's side, Tamsin right on her heels. Bo kneels and pulls his jaw to face her. She peers into his eyes. "Are you alright?"

Tamsin rolls her eyes, and puts a hand on Bo's shoulder, pulling her back gently. "Let the man breathe, succubus."

"I'm okay," Dyson murmurs, his voice a low growl. He sits up unaided, rolling his shoulders and shaking his head, like an animal awakening from slumber. Blinking hard, he looks up at the two women hovering over him. "Bo? Tamsin? How did we… Where are we?"

Again, Tamsin rolls her eyes. "I do not feel like explaining this again." Her green eyes dart around the room, and land on the wooden chair placed under the sole light source. A sly look appears on her face. "Bo?"

The succubus furrows her brow in response. "What are you thinking?"

Without a word, the valkyrie casually strolls toward the centre of the room. Spinning around on one heel she glances briefly at her two companions, who are watching her from the corner. And then she lifts a long leg and brings it back down on the chair, effectively reducing the structure to pieces with a loud crash.

"Jesus, Tamsin!" Bo exclaims, jumping at the unexpected sound. "What are you thinking?"

Tamsin shakes her head, as if it is obvious. "I am making us weapons," she states calmly, reaching down to grab a thick piece of the broken chair. "Would you mind explaining the situation to the wolf?" Her eyes are serious, and looking closely Bo can see an unbridled ferocity bubbling just below the surface. "Because I believe we've got some ass to kick."