a/n: this is my first lost girl fic! I recently got into it and I just can't stop... this chapter is dedicated to Jess, for getting me to write again. Thanks sweetie! Reviews are awesome, and with no further ado... enjoy!

They were fighting again. These days it seemed to be the only thing they did.

"What more do you want from me?" Bo yelled.

"Everything you give to Dyson!" Lauren screamed back.

Bo threw her hands in the air. "Are you really this naive, Lauren? Do you have to make this about him again?"

"It will always be about him! Because you're the one that keeps dragging him into our relationship all the time!"

"Oh please! You mentioned him first," Bo defended.

Lauren scoffed. "He's in love with you and you just keep fuelling his fire! Do you have any idea what that does to me? To us?"

Bo stiffened. "So you want me to cut him off, for you?"

"No, Bo, I just meant-"

"Save it."

Bo pretended not to hear the pained sob as she slammed the door.

Lauren felt as if her insides had been trampled by a herd of elephants. How could Bo do this? How could Bo be siding with Dyson, after all that Lauren did for her?

"What up, Succu-Bo?" Kenzi called from the couch.

Bo didn't answer, grabbing a beer from the fridge and downing it on the spot.

"Hard day at the office, dear?" the human tried. It only got her a cold stare.

The succubus slammed the empty bottle onto the table and let out a long breath. "Fuck!"

Kenzi got up slowly. Before she could say anything, Bo held up her hand to stop her.

"Not now, Kenz. Not yet."

Lauren rolled over again. Exactly seven hours had passed since Bo left. Not that she was keeping track. She just couldn't sleep and math usually relaxed her.

The outrage on Bo's face was burned into Lauren's mind. Maybe Lauren just had to accept that Dyson would always be her competition, until Bo finally decides what the hell she wants.

The next morning, Lauren went to the only person she knew could help her. Trick.

The tiny man listened to Lauren's rant as he poured her a third cup of coffee. She looked like she needed it.

"And I mean, I've given myself to her completely," the doctor continued. "I'm this close to completing the drug that would enable me to restore my energy instantly when she feeds off me and she knows it! But still she runs to him."

Trick sighed. "Maybe you should talk to her about this," he said, looking her in the eyes. "I know she's stubborn and she's loyal to those close to her, but she's never had to deal with anything like this before. Can you imagine what she must be feeling?"

Lauren sagged into her chair. "I need something stronger than this coffee."

Winking, Trick poured some top-shelf liquor into Lauren's cup. "Just talk to her."

"If she'll let me," Lauren grumbled. "She's avoiding me like the plague. Earlier, I called her and Kenzi answered but I could hear Bo in the background. She doesn't want to see me. I don't blame her..."

"Maybe I could try-"

"No, Trick," Lauren said quickly. "Thank you, but that would probably just make it worse."

Trick nodded. "She'll come around, Lauren. Just be patient with her."

"Yeah," Lauren sighed. "I've been nothing but patient with her."

"Be patient with yourself too."

"Get up."

"No."

"Get up!"

"Go away."

Kenzi's full weight slammed into Bo, knocking her wind out and her body right out of the bed.

"Ouch!"

"Suck it up," Kenzi said. "Not like you're actually hurt."

Bo groaned. "You better have a very good reason for waking me."

"Yup."

"So?"

"Dyson wants us to meet him and Hale at the Dal. Said they have a case which requires my super powers and your charm."

Bo got back into her bed. "I'm not going."

"What? Why? Did you fight with him?"

"No," Bo said, pulling the covers over her head. "About him. With Lauren."

Kenzi ripped the covers back. "Talk! Now!"

Lauren frowned at her empty cup. "Do you have any Gnome ancestors? And can I have more to drink?"

Trick chuckled. "I think you've had enough to drink. How about some stew?"

"Sure," Lauren shrugged.

Trick looked at something over her shoulder with alarm. Lauren spun in her chair and nearly fell over.

"Dyson," she gasped as he caught her mid fall.

"Hey doc," he said in his usual low voice. "What are you doing here so early?"

"We were consulting," Trick said quickly. "And just about to have some stew. You guys hungry?"

Hale nodded enthusiastically, pulling up a chair. "Your stew is the best," he smiled, rubbing his hands together.

"Interesting consult?" Dyson asked, sitting next to Hale.

Lauren shook her head. "Boring things. Nothing that would interest you. Boring, boring, boring things."

Dyson raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

"Make sure to have a bowl ready for Kenzi," Hale said to Trick. "They should be here soon."

"Shit," Lauren muttered, earning her two confused and one amused stare. "I uhm," she cleared her throat. "Bo's coming? Here?"

"Seems like this is the place for consults," Dyson said. "We need her help with a case."

"Oh," Lauren said, her voice higher than normal. "Well, I need to go do some things. Thanks for the coffee, Trick."

The barkeeper nodded with a smile. "Patience and time will help with your experiment," he said cryptically

"Stew!"

Hale chuckled. "Told you."

Kenzi ran up to Trick and hugged him tightly. "You know how much I love you, right?"

"You can have some stew," he gasped as she let him go with an excited squeal.

"Where's Bo?" Dyson asked.

"She's not feeling too hot," Kenzi said around a mouthful of stew.

"Is she hurt? Does she need to heal?"

"Down, boy," Kenzi said quickly. "She just has... the flu. So I'm here to help instead. You'd be surprised at my seduction powers."

Hale snorted. "Sure, little mama."

Kenzi glared at him. "You be glad this stew is this good, otherwise I would have floored you in two seconds."

Dyson grinned. "Fear the Kenzi," he winked at his partner.