I do not own Lost Girl or any of its characters. This story starts from 3 x 12 and follows along the bathtub scene, but will then stray from the original plot. I'm not sure where this will end or how far i'll take it. I'm fighting with my own self because I love Doccubus but I am definetly curious in seeing the Valkubus chemistry explored in more depth. This is really my first ever story fic, i'm not a writer just an addicted fan with too much time and no new Lost Girl to occupy it.

Click - The Valkyrie grins smugly and gives herself a congratulatory nod at just how easily she pops open the lock to the clubhouse door especially considering her already extreme level of intoxication. It had been a long few days of drowning out her thoughts and feelings with the soothing burn of alcohol. Avoidance and fogging the mind had been her salvation for many a millenia of war and death, but her resources had run dry and with all the drama at the moment she figured the succubus and her little alcoholic humans place would be the perfect target for some much needed replenishment, steal the alcohol and leave, well thats what she told herself anyway.

She saw Kenzi at the Dahl and she was sure that the Succubus had to be close by, she didn't want to risk running into her here, or did she? Fuck it she thought as she sauntered into the old shack and immediatly started her search for the strongest bottle of anything she could find. She was trying to forget that she had been given a task to do, she was a dead Fae either way, holding on for far too long, what was she fighting for? She had decided that she wasn't going to give Bo up to Him, her time was nearly up, soon he would come looking for her himself, so she might as well make the most of it, 'Gotcha' it didn't take long before she found the whisky that was hiding under the kitchen bench, if there was one thing she knew about that little goth is that she had great taste in alcohol. 'Bottoms up' she whispered to herself as she took a long swig letting the liquid burn down her throat and leave a soothing cool. Why did she have to have such an affect on me? She thought. Iv'e gone so many years, iv'e always gotten the job done, always kept my emotions in check and yet here she is, crawling under my skin like a parasite, a very sexy, intriguing, mind consuming parasite. 'Shut up Tamsin, you stupid fool' she scolded herself aloud before taking another mouthful. There was no way she could be feeling this way, how ridiculous, a Valkyrie falling for a Succubus, a Succubus who happens to be her mark. Well, I always was a bit of a masochist, she thought as she let the liquor slide passed her lips and down her throat once more.

She looked around the clubhouse at the home that had been made by the duo. It was an abandoned shack falling apart at the seams, yet, it was warm and inviting, filled with little pieces of them both. She ran her hand across the top of the counter stumbling a little as she made her way over to the lounge deep in thought. It felt bitter sweet. Everything was so Bo and Kenzi, 'Damn you happy sunshine gang.' she murmmered as a pang of jelousy hit her, she had spent her whole life as a nomad, a doer of his biddings, moving from place to place, never attatching to anything or anyone, her trusty old truck being the only constant. Somehow they had managed to chip away at her hard exterior, all those years of building walls, keeping herself closed off and they had seeped into her soul like poison.

She admired that crazy little Russian, such a fragile human, so fearless and loyal, with a killer shoe collection to boot. Dyson, her partner in crime, poor, broody Dyson, wasn't she just as bad now, I guess Bo had a way of doing that huh? Trick always keeping secrets, yet knowledgable beyond words, Lauren, Dr Hotpants, easy on the eyes, super intellegent, self sacrificing, it's not hard to see how Bo fell for her, even Hale that Ashhole, each had their own enamouring qualities when they didn't annoy the shit outta her, one thing was for certain they were all so dedicated, to HER, but how could they not? even she was willing to sacrifice everything for the Succubus, she was just so, so... Suddenly she was torn from her thoughts by a sound coming from upstairs. With little grace she downs another mouthful of Whiskey and makes her way up the steps.