Disclaimer: I own nothing. The creators of lost girl do. I am just borrowing a few characters to play with.

Warning: I have never done this before... so don't get your hopes up. Any feedback is appreciated.

Chapter 1:

A thick veil of black smoke began to settle and fade, revealing Bo's motionless body. She lay face down on a wooden floor, the rich oak beneath her reflecting the amber glow of an antique fireplace roaring behind her. Beyond where she lay, a figure rose from an antique sitting chair. As he emerged from the shadows, heavy footsteps sounded as the Wanderer drew closer...

Bo awoke at the crack of the fire behind her. Her eyes were heavy and her throat burned. Slowly pushing herself up on all fours, she lifted her head to view her surroundings. The room before her was expansive. Book cases lined the walls amidst old tapestries depicting wars of time gone by. Beyond where she lay was a sitting area and through the darkness beyond that she could make out what appeared to be a door at the far end of the room.

As she slowly rose to her feet she steadied herself on the fireplace as waves of nausea rocked through her body.

"God" Bo cursed as she raised her hand to her forehead. Memories of every punch she'd ever taken came flooding back to as her head continued to throb.

"God indeed" boomed a voice from the shadows.

Startled by the sudden realization that she wasn't alone, Bo strained to see through the darkness and to the source of the voice "Who's there?" she challenged as she readied herself in a fighting stance.

"Well now, I thought you would be thrilled to see me" tempted the strangely familiar voice.

"Do I know you?" snapped Bo.

"I would think you know me rather well... Bo" the man said as he a took a step towards the Succubus.

She struggled to make out his features but the shadows masked the mans face too well.

"Ok..." she took a breath, her eyes tamed on the dark figure before her "so how's about we try this again without all the cryptic word play and you just tell me who you are and what it is that you want from me? Oh, and if you want to throw in any hints on where the hell we are as a bonus prize... I won't complain..." Bo remarked as she glanced around the room searching for anything that might serve as a weapon.

"Firstly; you are in my stronghold at Valhalla..." he said as he took another step toward the Succubus.

His face now illuminated by the distant light of the fire, Bo surveyed the figure before her. The man was tall and slender. He had dark features and charming eyes but Bo could see something sinister lurked beneath them.

"Is that in Canada?" She quipped. Despite the feeling that now may not be the best time for wisecracks it was all Bo felt she could do to try and regain some middle ground.

"...Secondly, They call me the Wanderer." He moved closer which didn't go unnoticed by Bo.

"I take it that isn't a formal version for Steve?" She spat.

The Wanderer ignored Bo's comment and continued to move toward her until the two were face to face. "And finally, you are here... because you are destined to be..."

Bo had had enough of the antics and the man's closing proximity. "You know what? I'm feeling destined to kick your ass all the way back to crazy town right about now..." Bo started towards him about to swing a punch, but before she could get close enough to land a blow he lifted his hand and a force took Bo by surprise as she was flown across the room. She slammed hard into a book case and fell to the floor on her back like a rag doll. Her head hit the ground hard and blood started to flow freely from a deep cut to the back of her skull. She groaned as she felt a strong hand reach around her neck and lift her up off the ground. His grip tightened as Bo struggled to draw breath and she could feel her windpipe slowly being crushed from the force of his hand. She met his blazing blue eyes as her own hands reached up trying to release the strong grip around her neck.

She mustered all the breath she could..."What. do. you. want. from. me?" Bo barely managed to choke out, still prying at the man's hands.

His eyes bore into hers as a faint smile crept across his lips. "All a father could ever want... to be reunited with his daughter".

Bo's eyes widened as his words hit home but the lack of air sent her back into the depths of her unconscious.