Author's note: So this is me thinking out loud. A one-shot fanfic. This is my first post, and one of my first fanfic as well. So yes I'm basically a noob. I'm not a writer so bare with me. Also, I don't want to make excuses, but grammatical errors are because English isn't my first or second language (Lol, you can blame Hollywood) and typos are all on me.

This idea came an episode of Supernatural. (I forgot which one.) So after staying up I had this.

Untold

Bo squeezes her eyes shut as she crashes through the glass window. Shards of broken glass and splinters of wood fly and cut through her skin. She lands with a dull thud on the pavement outside. She cringes as she struggles to get up. Pulling out the dagger from it's leather sheath that is always strapped around her right thigh, she pushes herself but sit back down, dizzy from the fall. She shakes her head to rid herself of the nauseating feeling that threatened to overcome her. She gets up just as the tattooed ogre runs bellowing from inside the house and through the broken window. Adrenaline kicks in as she again shook her head and growled fiercely at the giant. She lauighed at herself thinking it would've looked more like a "rawr" to the ogre than the lion's roar she had intended. Dagger in hand, her eyes glowing electric blue, she lunges forward

"And, cut!" someone from behind her shouts.

The ogre stops dead in his tracks. Two men approaches the ogre and removes some kind of harness from him. Bo continues to run toward the ogre but stops a few steps before reaching it. She looks around, confused.

"Wha-" she exclaims as she catches her breath. A woman approaches her and dabs foundation on her. Still confused, she dodges the woman's hand. She looks around. Three huge cameras are pointed a her. A shotgun microphone, the one she would describe as fluffy loomed above her. The bright lights coming from the light banks in front of her blinds her for a moment.

"Let's get that fog machine ready and make sure it works this time! We're moving inside. Get the two ready for the next scene." she jumps at the voice.

The man who had shouted "cut' a while ago is now barking orders at everyone using a megaphone. He sits on a foldable black chair, holding a megaphone close to his mouth as he speaks.

"We're shooting in five. Hurry it up people, we're behind schedule already."

Bo did not know how to react to the situation. Still clutching to her dagger, she moves toward the crowd near a large white tent, curious. She could hear the hum of the engines of the generators beside it.

Is this a dream? She wonders. Bo had not noticed the man with a baseball cap who was giving orders stood up from his chair and is now walking toward her.

"Anna." he calls as he increases his pace. Bo preoccupied by what she saw inside the white tent hurried toward it.

"Anna!" the man calls again, this time closing the gap between them and tapping her lightly on the shoulder. "Hey, you forgot your copy of the script. Do you need to rehearse for the next scene?"

Bo could only shake her head unable to understand what the man said points at herself.

"Me?" she asks. The man laughed and nodded.

"Let me know if you need time. I'll call everyone back in, in five." he turned to leave.

"Back in?"

"Yeah, after the break." he said with a hurried tone. "I'll go get your make up artist and you can start getting ready in the dressing room."

Before Bo could say a word, he walks hurriedly to a slim woman, who's near the cameras, talking to a guy wearing a beige vest. He whispered something to her. The woman then walks toward her, silver case in hand.

"Hey." she greeted her with a smile. "Ready? Steve said you're ready. Let's get you inside and get those plasters in place as well."

"What? Wait! I don't know wha-" but the woman had gone into the house already. She feels a sharp pain in her hand and jolts.

"Ouch!" she had forgotten the dagger she was holding. It drops to the ground with a small clink.

She had somehow gripped the blade and it cut through her hand. The wound is small but it still stings. She picks up the dagger and sheathed it. She wipes the blood with a napkin that was lying on the table near the entrance of the tent. She let out a hiss, feeling the wound throb. Remembering what she had seen inside the tent she decides to go inside it.

The bustle inside the tent overwhelms Bo. She dodges a few people rushing by her just as she spot her by the corner. She makes a beeline toward her. Just before the reaches her a hand grabs her.

"Anna, we have got to get you ready. Come on!" the redhead came back for. She pulls her out of the tent and leads her into the house.

"Wait, I have need to talk to Lauren." she protested.

"You will in a while, dear. Now pucker up." the redhead said after sitting her down in front of a mirror with lightbulbs lined on its frame.

"Where's the ogre?" she asks. The urgency in her voice undeniable. "Need to interrogate him."

"The ogre is in another room. Close your eyes." the redhead laughed softly as she obliged. She applies black eyeliner on her. "And don't worry you will interrogate him soon enough."

Bo couldn't help but wonder if this was a dream or a prank the gang is pulling on her.

"Okay were done." the redhead said taking one last look at her hair. She hands her a robe and a small box. "Here. The bathroom is down the hallway to the left." that said, she leaves, taking her silver case with her.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" she says loudly and frowns.

"Hey, why aren't you ready yet? We're up in two." a voice behind her made her jump. She turns abruptly. The voice was all too familiar.

"Lauren! Thank god you're here! What the hell is going on?" she strides toward the blonde. She pauses for a bit as the scene in front of her sunk in. "And why are you wearing a bathrobe? Lab coats too much for you?" she frowns.

The blonde laughed. "Did you want to rehearse before the scene?"

"What? Lauren, if this is your idea of April Fool's on a Halloween then you got me. Tell Kenzi she can come out now." she sighs, defeated.

"Anna are you okay?" the blonde extended a hand and places it on her arm.

"Okay this isn't funny anymore!" she moves her had away from the blonde and starts to walk back to the chair in front of the mirror.

The blonde sighed and followed her. "Anna, are you nervous?" the blonde speaks to her softly. "I know this is the first time were doing this, and hell I'm nervous too but maybe we can probably work around this."

"What are you talking about?" the brunette's brow furrowed. "And why is everybody calling me Anna? My name is Bo."

"Wow you're in character I give you that. Now come on, get ready, I think they're calling a back in." the blonde turns to leave. Bo catches her arm before she leaves.

"Look I don't know what's going on here. I know this might sound fifty shades of crazy but I need you to believe me and I need your help." she says quickly. "Because I am not Anna. And everyone's been calling me that since I crashed through that window. But I am Isabeau."

The blonde's face became serious. Silence engulfed both of them for a moment. Then the blonde snorts as she tries to suppress a laugh.

"Good one! You almost got me you bad, bad girl!" she wraps her arms around her stomach laughing hard. "I couldn't have pulled that one even if I wanted to! You're getting back at me for ignoring you, aren't you? Wait 'til Rachel and Kris hears about this. They're gonna have a field day when they find out you pulled a prank on me! And almost got me too!" the blonde laughed so hard that she had to sit on a chair and squeeze her cheeks to stop it from hurting.

Bo stared at her. The gravity of the situation sinking in. This blonde is a different person. Lauren, she's way to serious to act like this. In this kind of situation, she'd go on about the probabilities of this kind of situation. She would be talking science-y stuff that Bo wouldn't know a thing about. She backs up and reaches for the arm rest of the chair. Tears fell from her eyes as realization hit her. The blonde fell silent seeing the brunette crying.

"Oh my god... holy shit!" she whispers as she covers her mouth with both hands. "You are serious."

Bo nodded. "Who are you?" she looks at the blonde. Her eyes, still that familiar hazel brown. But she doesn't know this person.

"I.. I'm..." the blonde swallowed. "My name is Zoie Palmer."

"Oh, Trickster!" Kenzi called out in a sing-song voice as she pranced to the bar and sits on a bar stool. The brunette following her frowning. "Moi and le BFF needs hangover juice, T-dawg! she said as she slams her hand on the bar.

Trick emerged from behind the bar and raises an eyebrow at Kenzi then looks at the brunette. She sits on the bar stool next to Kenzi.

"What happened to her?" the blood king's brow furrowed. "Why is she wearing a cap and sunglasses."

"Me gots no idea!" Kenzi shrugged. "I dragged her out the house this morning because she won't get up. I said we're going to the Dal, suddenly she wants to go incognito! So!" Kenzi explained in her chipper mood. "I'm guessing ogre brawl, plus bad hangover, plus no succusexy-time with the Doc equals, tadah!" Kenzi waves her hands as if to showcase the brunette who stayed silent the whole time.

Trick conjures up two shot glasses and poured a bluish liquid on both. "Here, this might help." he said, sliding the glasses over to the two. Kenzi immediately took hers.

"I can't. I'm on a strict 12-day diet. And I'm breastfeeding so..."

The blue "hangover juice" sprays out from Kenzi's mouth. "Way to make my day succufriend!" she glares at the brunette. "I know I ask for schmexy details on your doccu-banging sometimes, but why spill the beans in front of gramps here?" Kenzi frowned as Trick glared at the two women.

"What?" the brunette asks, seemingly oblivious to Kenzi or Trick's annoyance. If the petite goth did not know any better she would think the woman is serious.

Just then the door opens. Lauren hurriedly walks to the bar.

"Trick, I have the results of the specimen you sent over last night. Apparently, it's a dejaspira. According to a quantitative real-time Polymerase chain reaction assay that I conducted last night. I compared the levels of dejaspira from the specimen taken from the victims and the saliva that was taken from the o... gre." the doctor slowed down when Trick raises up a hand. She lowers her head, embarassed.

"Sorry." she smiled. She notices the brunette sitting beside her. "Oh, hey babe." she smiled and leans over giving the brunette a slight brush on the lips. The brunette suddenly stands up.

"Whoa there!" she takes off her sunglasses and raises an eyebrow at Lauren. "What did you just do?"

"Bo, I kissed you." Lauren responds perplexed at her girlfriend's reaction. "Am I not allowed to?"

"Are we already rehearsing?" the brunette asks, apparently confused.

Kenzi, Trick and Lauren exchanged looks before Lauren spoke up.

"Bo, rehearsing for what?"

"You keep calling me Bo, so it's either we're rehearsing, or already shooting, and I'm not seeing cameras." she said calmly. "Or are you guys pulling a prank on me again? Zoie?" narrowing her eyes at Lauren.

"What did you call me?" the doctor asks.

"Zoie, and you're Rick and Ksenia." she says as she points to Trick and Kenzi consecutively. She turns back to Lauren and says "You're Zoie Palmer. You play Lauren Lewis on this TV show."

Lauren shoots a look a Trick who says "Uh-oh."