Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using the characters and situations from the series Lost Girl. I do not claim any ownership over them. This story is for entertainment purposes only. I am not profiting financially from this story. I would like to thank all those involved for their contribution in creating all that is Lost Girl, hope it keeps going. P.S. These chapters are many, some longer than others, but do not fret, it's worth reading. Now upward and onward…

Bo opens the door, Tamsin walks in. "Unless you're Kenzi or a pint of tequila-spiked ice cream, please Fae off."

Tamsin breathes in deeply, leaning against an unfinished wall with her hand on her hip. "That is a sad sad little box."

"Yea, well," says Bo, placing items into the box. "It's some stuff that Lauren left here. Can't say that we're not having problems. But," she pauses a little. Tamsin sits on a stool next to her. "We will work through it. We will fix this."

Tamsin nods her head, giving Bo a keep-hope-alive smirk. "If that's what you want, you bet."

"Think it'll be okay if I kept it for just a little while longer?" asks Bo, searching for a sincere answer.

Tamsin looks at her with understanding eyes. "I think she'd be good with that."

"Yeah," agrees Bo, gently.

Tamsin suddenly hugs her. "I'm so so sorry."

Bo is caught off guard by the gesture. She looks on oddly as she rubs Tamsin's arm in an okay-I-don't-know-what-else-to-do manner. "I didn't figure you Valkyries for the sentimental type." Tamsin pulls strands of Bo's hair out, making her frown in pain. "Oww."

"Sorry," says Tamsin, with an uneasy smile. "My hand just got caught in your hair."

Bo still frowning. "Okay," she says, rubbing against the back of her head. "Well, I'm about to get ragingly drunk. Would you like some wine?"

"Yeah," says Tamsin, softly as she puts the hair strands into the rune glass.

What if Tamsin stayed for that glass of wine, after Bo and Lauren's break up?

Bo walks over to the counter and fills two glasses with red wine. She hands one to Tamsin and sits down on the stool next to her, moving the box to the side. "Why don't you make a toast since you're so good at them?"

"In light of the current situation, it's probably better to just start drinking," suggests Tamsin.

"Yeah. Well I'll toast to that." The two hit their glasses together and drink their drinks.

An hour and three bottles later. Empty glasses sit on the dining table. Music is playing. "Maybe we should get some more wine," says Tamsin, pouring a bottle of wine with empty contents into her glass, shaking it to no avail.

Bo is dancing in the background. "You know, we totally should go out." Tamsin shrugs. "I'm gonna go change. Be back in a second."

Tamsin smirks. She looks through the kitchen cabinets for more alcohol, and finds a bottle of liquor. "Jackpot." She finds some shot glasses and fills them up. "One for you, and one for me," she says as she takes one and gulps it down, saving the other.

Several shots later, Bo makes her way downstairs. "There she is ladies and gentlemen, Miss Succubus."

"Somebody's been in the liquor cabinet," says Bo, walking over to Tamsin.

"C'mon, take some shots. You have to catch up," says Tamsin.

"Well, how many have you had?"

"I don't really remember. Here," says Tamsin, filling up a glass. "Just drink this, we should be even."

Bo looks hesitant and then relaxes. "Why not? I said I was going to get ragingly drunk right?" Tamsin nods in agreement. "Here goes nothing." Bo takes the glass and swallows the drink, frowning when it is finished. "Oh gross. I think I almost threw up in my mouth."

"That means you're doing it right. Let's go."

"Wait, where are we going again?" asks Bo.

"You said that you wanted to drink and party. I know just the place."

"Let me guess another Dark bar."

"Trust me. You haven't really partied until you've been here."

"I'm a little afraid."

"Don't be. You're in good hands."

Somewhere out in Dark territory is an abandoned building. They park on the street and walk towards it. The line stretches near the road. Tamsin pulls Bo by the arm to the entrance. A huge bouncer wearing a headset is guarding the door and a camera rests above the entrance. "What's the password?" he asks.

Tamsin looks into the camera. "Let me the hell in." The bouncer gives her a funny look. Someone says something to him through the headset.

He opens the door. "My apologies," he says, sincerely. He places glowing wristbands on them.

Bo looks at Tamsin. "I did a job for the owners a while back. C'mon," says Tamsin, walking in. Bo follows.

As soon as the two walk in, a breeze of cool mist and music hits them at the same time. Streams of lights flare from anywhere it can escape. Half naked bodies dance across the floor. Women and men dance inside cages strung up from the ceiling. Some cages have two men dancing together, others two women, and some single individuals. Several of the dancers are barely clothed or are clothed in clad leather. A man with a black rubber hood over his face suspends from the ceiling, held in place by the rings through his skin and the cords that cling to them. On the bar are blindfolded male dancers wearing leather chastity belts and bondage gags.

"What the Fae!" says Bo.

"What level do you want to go on?" yells Tamsin. Bo shrugs in response to not hearing her. "Never mind." She grabs Bo by the hand and goes up a set of stairs, walking over to a bar. In this area, people are dancing with cups or bottles in their hands. Wet bodies cling to each other. The music is different from the previous floor. Both sexes wearing skimpy outfits are swinging around on dancing poles situated in different areas of the room. Their bodies look as if they have been molded by a talented artist. Bo nods her head as if to say that this is her kind of scene.

A shirtless bartender displaying his sculpted upper half pours up two drinks for Bo and Tamsin. "Enjoy."

"Lay out the red carpet why don't you," says Bo. She takes a sip of her drink. "So…what kind of job did you do?"

"If I told you, I would have to kill you," Tamsin answers, with a sly smirk. The two turn around in their seats, watching people dance wildly.

Bo takes a sip of her drink. "Wow, this tastes great." She drinks some more.

"Whoa there. You might want to take it easy," says Tamsin.

"What is it?"

"It's a combination of secret ingredients. They call it Pixie Dust."

Bo starts laughing. "Pixie Dust?"

"Okay laugh now."

Bo drinks some more. "How can something that tastes this good do anything bad?"

"Okay, don't say that I didn't warn you."

Forty-five minutes later, Bo is dancing in a crowd surrounded by a bunch of macho guys. She walks back over to Tamsin, who is watching Bo's drink and nursing her own. Bo drinks some more. Tamsin raises her eyebrow. "That's your third glass."

"Lighten up Tamsin. I thought you were gonna show me a good time, not act like a surrogate grandmother. You haven't even left your seat since we've been here," says Bo, rocking from side to side to the music. "It's time for you to catch up," she says. She finishes her drink and goes back over to the dance floor.

"She's right," says Tamsin, to herself. "What the hell." She swallows the rest of her drink and signals the barkeep for four more. He serves her the drinks. "I am going to regret this in the morning. Oh well, to Acacia." She lifts a drink in the air and takes it to the head, then takes another and drinks it.

"When someone drinks like that, they're either trying to escape something or is looking for trouble," says the bartender.

"Maybe a bit of both." Tamsin lets her hair down and grabs the last two drinks, walking over to Bo, handing her one. They hit their glasses together and finish them off.

As the night goes on, the pair hits every floor of the building, dancing with people, sometimes with each other, or by themselves. They are now in separate locations. Bo finds Tamsin. "Don't ever go in the bathrooms. I went in one, and it was like a sex fest."

"Thought you Succubi were into that sort of thing," says Tamsin.

"Maybe under different circumstances, but the things that I witnessed in there, no one should see." The two hang onto each other for balance. "We're so wasted."

"I think we passed that threshold some hours ago," says Tamsin. "What time is it?"

Bo takes out her phone and looks at it. The phone screen is blurry. "It's, it's. I don't even know."

"Let me see it," says Tamsin. She reaches for an invisible phone. "I may be high."

"You think it's time to go?" asks Bo.

"Maybe so."

The two exit the place. They walk for a short while. "I don't remember walking this far. Are you sure you remember where we parked?" asks Bo. She trips. "Oops. I almost fell," she says, laughing.

"We can't be too far from it."

Meanwhile at Bo's place walks in Kenzi. All the lights are on and music is still playing in the background. "Bo," she says, walking in slowly now. She looks around and sees the empty shot glasses, the three bottles of wine and the open liquor bottle. "Somebody's been getting smashed." She then notices another empty glass sitting on the table. "Somebody's getting laid." She walks over to the sofa and lies down. "I'll just sleep right here on the big comfy couch. Yeah, she owes me big time."

Back on the Dark streets, Tamsin and Bo are walking until a gang of thugs decide to intrude. "Well lookey at what we got here fellas?" says one of them.

"You girls lost? You must be walking around here at this time of night," says another.

"Oh great, can this night get any worse?" says Bo.

Tamsin breathes in deeply. "Why is it that a woman can't go out and have one night of fun without some jerk doing or saying something to ruin her night?"

"Look maybe we can end things without hurting anyone. They could be humans," says Bo.

"Maybe, but trouble reeks from them," says Tamsin.

One of the thugs breaks a bottle. "Here kitty kitty," he says.

"See what I mean," says Tamsin.

Tamsin and Bo turn around. "Wow, there's a lot of them," whispers Bo. The gang draws in closer to them. "You do realize that every time I go out with you, trouble follows."

"What do you want?" asks Tamsin, to the gang.

"Looks like we got a tough one on our hands."

"Yeah I like them tough though, the harder the struggle, the more they scream."

"We just want some dolls to play with."

"Oh geez. If you were looking for a shrink you could've just said so," says Tamsin.

"I like her. Yeah, I want you."

"Look guys, we don't want any trouble," says Bo.

"Funny because we do."

"Great. Well Tamsin, your turn, say something," says Bo.

Tamsin gives Bo a like-what expression. "Okay. Okay. Oh please Mr. Bad Guys. We're so afraid of all of you. Please, you can have anything you want, just don't hurt us," she says, unenthused.

"Tamsin," frowns Bo.

Tamsin shrugs her shoulders wondering what she had done wrong. "What? Okay. Um, we'll do anything if you just let us go."

"Yeah guys, we don't want any trouble. Just let us go, we'll be on our way. No harm done," says Bo.

"Yeah, we'll give you the money from our purses," says Tamsin.

"You don't even have any purses," says one of the guys.

Tamsin leans her head to the side and shrugs her shoulders.

One of them pulls a gun out. "Walk over there."

"Nicely down Tamsin. Okay, just calm down. Maybe we can talk this out," says Bo, with her hands in the air. Tamsin isn't complying. Bo looks over to her. "Tamsin, what are you doing?"

"I don't take orders from wannabe tough guys," she replies, looking at the guy with the gun, eyebrow raised.

The guy cocks the gun. "Is this tough enough for you?" The gang laughs. "Now get over there!"

Tamsin looks at Bo then back at the guy with the gun. "I think she's pissed," says one, jokingly. "Ooh what is the we little girly gonna do?"

"I'm going to become your worst nightmare." Tamsin looks at the guy with the gun and her eyes grow hollow and her cheekbones fade into a shady blackish gray becoming bony like Death himself. She starts walking towards him. The guy with the gun starts shaking. "You don't really want to use that on us, do you?"

"What the hell are you doing to him?! Dude what are you waiting for?! Shoot her!"

"I don't think so," says Tamsin. The shooter turns the gun on the guy who ordered him to shoot Tamsin.

"What are you doing?" he says, backing away. "What the hell are you doing, get away from me man! No, don't!"

"Tamsin no!" Bo's eyes glow a bright blue. She puts her hand across the shooter's neck, sucking the chi out of him, making him fall unconscious. "That's odd. I should be sober but I'm clearly still very drunk."

"Get them!" yells someone.

One screams and the sound knocks Tamsin and Bo against a brick wall.

"Okay, so they're not human," says Bo, getting up.

"No really," says Tamsin.

The gang rushes them with broken bottles and knives. Bo takes two daggers out of her boots. She tosses one to Tamsin. The two rush through the crowd, ducking and dodging, slicing, punching, and kicking. They find themselves in the middle, standing back to back. Bo grabs one by the arm as he throws a punch and kicks him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Another charges. She kicks him in the crotch, bringing him to his knees and punches him in the face.

"Remind me not to ever go out with you again," says Bo, as she deflects a bottle being lunged at her.

Tamsin has someone in a headlock. "Why? I thought we were having fun." She kicks him into another pursuer.

"Damn, where do they keep coming from?" asks Bo.

"It's time to finish this." Tamsin's face turns ghastly like before. "What are you doing? You're fighting on the wrong side," she says, to a group of them. "Don't you have a job to do?" The group begins to fight their comrades. Tamsin's face turns back to normal. "That's our cue, let's go."

They make their way down the street and locate the truck. Just as they walk up to it, Tamsin falls onto it. She catches herself.

"Tamsin what's wrong?" Bo tries to help her, but Tamsin rejects it.

"It's nothing. Give me a moment."

"Okay," says Bo, looking concerned. After a few minutes, Bo takes out her phone. "How come I still can't see the time?" She begins scrolling around on her phone. "You think we'll be okay to drive?"

"Sure if we want to make the morning news."

"I'll call Kenzi. She can pick us up." Bo still fumbling with her phone, "I don't think my phone works anymore."

"It's probably not the phone."

"It's freezing out here," says Bo, shivering.

"Are you kidding me, it's hot as Hades."

"Okay so no driving. What are we gonna do now?" asks Bo.

"We'll just have to wait until our drinks wear off. C'mon, if I remember this place correctly, well before I was drunk, there's a house up ahead. We can crash there," says Tamsin.

Bo nods her head and follows.

They walk for awhile. "How much further is it? Feels like I've been walking for days," says Bo, who can barely stand.

"It's just up ahead."

A little further. "Here we are El Chateau," says Tamsin.

"For some reason I wanted to believe that I was going to a nice, warm and cozy place. This looks like the house on Haunted Hill. I don't know why I keep listening to you."

"It's not that bad," says Tamsin. Suddenly Bo falls to the ground. Tamsin hurries over to her. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," says Bo.

"I warned you about the Pixie Dust." Bo rolls on her back and the bottom of her shirt is stained with blood. "You're bleeding."

"What?!" exclaims Bo.

"Damn. C'mon," says Tamsin, helping Bo to her feet. She places Bo's arm around her shoulders and slowly guides her inside the house, reclining Bo on a sofa covered by a sheet. Tamsin turns on a light switch. "At least we have power." She goes over to Bo and lifts her shirt to find a nasty gash in her skin. "Let me see," she says as she probes around it.

"Oww."

"And you're complaining now about pain?" says Tamsin.

"Well it didn't hurt until you told me that I was bleeding," says Bo.

"It looks like you have a piece of glass wedged inside of you."

"What? Get it out!" says Bo, frantically.

"Calm down. I'm trying. There's too much blood, I can't get a grip."

"Oww. Oww. What are you doing to me?" asks Bo, frowning in agony.

"Oops. I may have pushed it in further. Hey, I'll look around the place and try to find something to get it out with. Just stay here."

"Like I can go anywhere else. Hurry," says Bo.

Tamsin looks around the place while Bo looks like she's drifting in and out of existence. She comes back with a bottle of bourbon.

"I'm back. I found this," says Tamsin, proudly.

"A bottle of Wild Turkey. I'm dying and you come back with a bottle of Wild Turkey."

"It's for the pain," says Tamsin.

"Then why is half the bottle gone?" asks Bo.

"Look, drink up."

"Fine," Bo gulps a good measure down. She frowns from the taste and burn.

"There. How are you feeling?" asks Tamsin.

"Still drunk. Still in pain. You know for a minute there, I thought you were going to pour it on my wound and try to dig the glass out for some reason."

"And waste decent liquor." Tamsin tears a piece of the sheet and ties it around Bo's wound much to her discomfort. "Damn you're bleeding out." She touches Bo's forehead. "You're burning up too."

"Let's face it Tamsin…we both know there's only one way that I'm gonna make it out of this alive."

"What, by sucking the life out of me?"

"That is a possibility if you want to die. But that's not what I mean…I would have to have."

Tamsin cuts her off. "I need some more to drink." She gulps some of the bourbon down. It burns.

"Look, I don't like the idea either. But the idea of living kind of outweighs the thought of dying. Besides, it's not like I can call anyone even if I wanted to. Dyson's complicated, and Lauren is kind of the reason I'm here in the first place. And it's, it's too late to find another candidate."

"Okay stop. Can I at least act as if I have a choice in the matter?" Tamsin sits silently, staring into a nearby wall. Her face expresses intense debates going on inside of her mind. "If I do this…there's going to be some rules…number one, there's to be no intimacy whatsoever. Meaning no kissing or holding. No cuddling. Spooning. Gosh no fondling. No talking. No whispering sweet-nothings." Bo looks like she wants to gag. "No caressing."

"I could just spare myself the torture by allowing myself to die. I mean, you're making everything so much worse with the details. I would rather not think about it."

"I'm serious Bo. This has got to be straight up. I don't do mushy, which brings me to my next point, no feelings. The last thing I need is someone clinging to me like some love sick puppy."

"Whoa. Excuse me?! Someone's feeling themselves much. You're talking like you're the crème de la crème or something."

"Well if you take into account what the last person said," says Tamsin.

"When was that? Back when looking at fire was entertainment? If anyone should be talking it should be me, except I don't need any explanations. But I'll just leave it at legendary. The name speaks for itself."

"Whatever Succubusted."

"Oh, it's so on."

"I shouldn't even have to mention how this stays between us," says Tamsin.

"Does this have an ending soon? I'm kinda in a hurry. You know, got real things to do after this."

"Oh and did I mention that you're gonna have to fight me."

"What? That's ridiculous," says Bo.

"You heard me. Nothing in this world is free. And no love touches either. It will only embarrass you anyway."

Bo's eyes turn blue. "I'm gonna have so much pleasure in breaking you."

"If you can."

Bo sucks some chi from out of Tamsin. "Thanks," she says, standing up. "And for the record, I will make an example out of you, starting by kicking your ass."

Tamsin drinks the rest of the bourbon and hurls the bottle across the room. "Bring it on."

"Your move."

"I won't hold back," says Tamsin.