The Wizard Of The Fae War (Lost Girl Fanfic)

Chapter 2

The lights were low, and a small fire had burned down to embers in the large fireplace, but there was enough light for Bo to see Lauren's beautiful face.

Lauren was out cold, curled up in a fetal position on the couch. The kiss and whatever she'd endured before she'd arrived at the compound had taken their toll. She'd practically passed out less than ten minutes after that heart-stopping kiss.

And gods, what a kiss, Bo thought to herself.

An old patchwork quilt that Bo kept as a reminder of her humbler beginnings covered Lauren's thin frame. Lauren had shivered once in her sleep despite the warmth of the fire, and Bo had gently draped the blanket across her body and shoulders as she slept. Bo wasn't sure why it was that Lauren's comfort mattered to her, but it did. She decided not to think about it just yet.

Lauren hadn't stirred once for the last hour, and Bo had been sitting nearby, nursing a healthy dose of scotch, trying to figure out what she was going to do with this latest development when she wasn't idly replaying the sweetness of Lauren's kiss in her mind's eye.

Delicious. Bo's eyes traced Lauren's lips, slightly pursed even in sleep, before she pondered the woman in front of her.

What little stock Bo still had in the Blood King's reputation crashed. Lauren was underweight, and so exhausted she was sleeping in the lion's den, though it was clear to Bo that she'd been terrified.

Fatigue evidently trumped fear.

Not long after Lauren had passed out, Bo had found herself staring at the new problem deeply sleeping on her couch. She had texted her Archivist for more information on the mysterious doctor. Bo was familiar with every one of Trick's minions, even without additional information from Hale. Bo had already known that Dr. Lauren Lewis was human, exceptionally intelligent, diligent and dedicated to her work.

She also knew that the good doctor had never harmed a soul. Her intel from Vex's vast network of spies had told her long ago that any mistreatment of captured Dark Fae was perpetrated by Dyson or one of his subordinates, but never the woman who slept on her couch – that, in fact, the doctor had treated some of the Fae in question, if only so that Dyson could torture them more before their subsequent executions.

Still, that wasn't enough information for Bo, and she'd had the Archivist send her a more detailed.

Nearly an hour later, Bo looked up and rubbed her eyes in consternation and disgust. Lauren Lewis wasn't just intelligent – she was brilliant.

The complete dossier included every accolade and award Lauren's work had earned in the years before she'd come to the world of the Fae, as well as every medical and scientific breakthrough since. She had solved problems all by herself that entire teams of Fae scientists and doctors with wide ranges of skills and abilities hadn't been able to make sense of.

Yet as thanks for all of her exemplary and downright amazing service, she'd been relegated to a lifetime of indentured servitude and confined for years to secured quarters within the Light Fae compound.

Bo noted with curiosity that there was no record of where Lauren had come from – no date or place of birth – but when she glanced at Lauren, pondering her origins, Bo was once again angered by her treatment. Perhaps it was Bo's own history that shaped her opinions, but she detested the idea of human pets. While Bo hadn't outlawed Fae ownership of humans – yet – it was well-known that she was not in favor of it.

There wasn't a single human slave in the Dark Fae compound. Until now.

Trick's an even bigger bastard than I thought.