Based on the TV Show "Lost Girl"

Kenzi yawned, squirming in her chair for what felt like the hundreth time that night. She had already tried throwing her legs over both sides, curling up with her knees to her chest, and sprawling across the thing; but nothing seemed to help. No matter how she sat, she just couldn't seem to get comfortable. Letting out an impatient huff of air, she pulled herself up straight again, thinking, Peeps who can afford this much shit could at least splurge on a better hospital seat. Not that she was expecting to sleep or anything. Her little adventure with Dyson had quickly cleared up all need for a good night's rest. It was just the principle of the thing.

"You know you don't have to stay,"a tired male voice sound from her right, drawing her out of her thoughts.

Rubbing her eyes, Kenzi turned to glance at its owner skeptically. Dyson lay in the bed beside her, robed and wired as ordered by Lauren. The doctor hadn't been able to conclusively find anything wrong with the shifter yet but (over his objections) had insisted he stay overnight for observation. Trick had agreed so now, despite appearing as though he were sleeping peacefully, the heart monitor beside him beat often and steadily in defiance.

"And miss out on all this crazy, crazy fun?" she replied sarcastically, glancing around the otherwise darkened, empty room, "No way, wolf-man."

She watched as the corners of his mouth turned up in a faint smile before he turned to look at her.

"Kenzi," he said, his tone rife with meaning. The human sighed.

"Geez, dude," she replied, reaching over to slap his shoulder lightly, "I can't help a friend out?"

Dyson just stared back in response. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Kenzi pulled back from the bed. Silence fell between the pair as she lightly twisted her hair.

"Look, I owe you," she said, finally looking back at him; and then added in a half-whine, "So let's not make a big deal about it, okay?"

For a moment, he said nothing, frowning at her. Dyson had known the young human had let him through many of her barriers during her infamous "foot-soup" incedent, and the fact he'd been allowed to see her vulnerability meant more then she would ever say. He didn't expect, however, for her to think his insight meant she owed him something in return. Nor did he realize she would try and take any responsibility for him. Then again, that was exactly what she'd done for Bo.

"Okay," he agreed, deciding not to press the issue, "But you should get some sleep."

"Pff, I'm fine," Kenzi argued, glancing down at her nails (the bags under her eyes told another story), "Besides, your little, uh, interruption completely knocked over my sleep schedule. But whatevs."

She didn't notice the dark look that crossed the Fae's face. Though he wouldn't say it aloud, the fact he couldn't remember the last couple hours and ended up at Bo's with Kenzi home alone bothered him deeply. It would have been easy to lose control and harm the girl who, despite her talk, was merely human. While Kenzi's testamony of his behavior and a quick inquisition by Trick to the rest of the community suggested he hadn't attacked anyone in those missing hours, he was determined to find out what had happened to him and why the moment he was free. Meanwhile, Trick promised to consult his books and see if he could find a lead.

"If you insist, however," Kenzi's voice interrupted his thoughts as she rose to her feet. Passing his bed, she settled down on the one opposite him, pausing only to take off her boots. Dyson turned to follow her movements. Snuggling into a comfortable position, she fixed her large grey eyes on him, and added softly, "Get some sleep too, Dyson."

"Goodnight, Kenzi," he said, turning away from her.

It didn't take long for the human's breathing to even out behind him. Despite Kenzi's well wishing, he doubted he would be getting much sleep tonight. Turning over, he started going through the list (Fae or otherwise) of people who might have anything to do with whatever had happened to him. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the figure stride silently past the infirmary columns.

He woke with a start. Eyes automatically adjusting to the pitch black, he scanned the room, breathing heavily. Something wasn't right. Swing his legs over the side of the bed, he inhaled deeply trying to locate whatever it was that had disturbed his rest. His stomach dropped as a familiar, coppery scent invaded his nostrils.

"Kenzi!" he called out, jumping to his feet. Panic set in when the girl didn't answer.

The lights flared to life around him and he let out a cry of horror as his eyes fell on the bed beside him. Dark blood soaked the sheets, dripping freely on the tile floor. Kenzi lay center of them, body and clothing ripped almost beyond recognition. All but for her large, glassy, grey eyes staring up at him accusingly.

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