FOX TALE
Based on the TV Show "Lost Girl"

A.N.: I want to apologize ahead of time if Dyson sounds really out of character. The whole strong, silent thing he's got going makes it really hard for me to get a good read into his thought process beyond the fact I'm completely messing with him. So yeah, sorry *hides behind Hale*


"What? Kenzi exclaimed, almost dropping the phone, "Define 'missing'."

"I mean gone, Kenz," Hale responded and she could hear the slight hitch in his voice, "As in vanished, disappeared, skipped town, D has left the building."

"Okay, okay, I get it," Kenzi jumped in hastily, "That was rhetorical anyway. What happened?"

"By the looks of it he was...let out of the restraints," Hale replied. Kenzi noticed his voice had grown quieter, as if he didn't want their conversation overheard.

"You mean he broke out of them?" she asked, the thought not really surprising her. Like Hale had said, the wolf-man didn't like taking things lying down. Damnit, Dyson, she thought, You better not get yourself or anyone else killed doing this.

"No," Hale reply brought her back from her thoughts, "Kenz, those restraints are fae-made. They have inlaid silver and iron so they're pretty much unbreakable. Someone had to physically let him go."

"Who would do that?" Kenzi demanded, bewildered, then added as an afterthought, "And why weren't you watching him?"

"I was," Hale replied defensively, "Kenzi, listen, I don't have much. The Ash is involved now. The whole compound is going on lockdown. Everyone whose been in recent contact with Dyson's being brought in."

"And this effects me..."

"Yeah."

"Shit!" Kenzi exclaimed, quickly pulling her shirt on, "Any idea how much time I got?"

"Not long, little momma," Hale's replies were quickening in pace, not a good sign, "Kenz, you need to find D. Doc says if the Ash's men get to him first she isn't sure she'll be able to stop them from killing him."

"Woah, killing him?" Kenzi froze in the doorway, "Since when did that become an option?"

"Since the Ash thinks he'll start a panic," Hale replied sounding as angry as she felt. Angry and powerless to do anything about it, "Doc still has no idea what's causing this."

"That...that Ash-hole!" Kenzi exclaimed, storming angrily towards the stairs. She heard a faint snort from Hale.

"That's the spirit, girl," he replied finally, "Kenz, you gotta find him. Your D's only hope."

"Great, so no pressure or anything," Kenzi responded, rounding her way into the living room. How the hell am I suppose to do this? She paused,"And never quote Star Wars at me during an emergency...nerd."

"I know you are but what am I," Hale teased back, but Kenzi could tell it was forced. Definitely not a good sign, "Be careful little momma."

"Always am...Hale?...Hale?" Kenzi glanced at the phone to see the call had been terminated, "Okay, clearly lockdown's complete."

Glancing aroud the room, her eyes fell on one of her jackets. Reaching over, she picked it up and threw it on. Her sword sat precariously close to the coffee table's edge where she'd thrown it the night before. A sightly crazy thought to bring it with flashed through her mind. Problem was, it would be a little hard to explain on the streets. Shaking her head, Kenzi strode over to the small collection of knives and weapons Bo had left out when she left. Grabbing a couple of the small ones, she armed herself to bear

"How the hell am I suppose to do this?" she asked herself aloud this time, "Okay, think Kenzi. Where would Dyson go? Where would his wolf go?"

Slapping the last knife into the back of her boot, she stood, not feeling even slightly better. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath forced herself to not panic. Think Bo, she told herself. Now was not the time to process everything, now was the time to react. She needed information and the best place she knew to get the kind of information she was looking for was the Dal. So the Dal was where she needed to go. Opening her eyes, Kenzi nodded to herself, satisfied. Turning, she headed for the door.

Thud, Thud, Thud.


He hadn't meant to go off on her. No, that wasn't completely true. He had meant every word he'd said, just not the tone he had said it in.

Straining against the straps on his wrist, Dyson glanced towards the infirmary entrance. Kenzi and Hale stood there, speaking animately with each other. The hum of the machines and the movement of Lauren's orderlies made it near impossible for him to make out exactly what they were saying; but based on the looks both would occasionally shoot his way he was certain the topic of conversation was him. It was only when he saw Kenzi slapped his partner in the arm and the two exchange one of their intricate handshakes that he relaxed slightly. A minute later, the human disappeared from view.

Leaning back against the bed, Dyson closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down. It was difficult to ignore the feeling of guilt churning in his stomach but he made himself do it. He had needed Kenzi to leave for her own good. It wasn't safe here. Not that he thought he'd harm her (the restraints were doing quite well in preventing that from happening) or that he didn't think she couldn't physically handle herself around the Fae. It wasn't even that he hated her seeing him in this state (his desire to make her feel like she was helping clashing against the wolf's desire to hide its weakness from a weaker pack-mate); but she wasn't safe here. Without Bo or himself to protect her, there was no one to stop the Ash from potentially inventing a reason to harm the human girl to keep Bo in line; and, given the way Kenzi attracted trouble, it'd be almost too easy for him to make it stick.

"Is that really what you think of me, D-man?"

Dyson's eyes snapped open at the sound of familiar female voice, instantly regretting it when he saw its source. Kenzi (or something that looked exactly like her) stood, leaning over the foot of the bed, starring at him with filmy eyes and a cold smile. Dried blood caked her clothes, particularly along the savage holes torn in her side. A large, hand-shaped bruise stood out clearly against her too-pale neck.

"Cause maybe you should have thought about that before letting me stay alone with you," Kenzi's corpse accused him, standing up fully. Dyson tensed as she moved towards him, an irrational wave of fear suddenly running through him. In the logical part of his mind he knew whatever this was, it wasn't real and that he should make someone aware of the situation. Logic didn't stop him, however, from trying to move away as the corpse-like thing sat on the edge of the bed beside him. The scent of decomposing flesh invading his nostrils was strong enough to make a human want to gag. It's not real, the shifter tried to convince himself, glaring defiantly back at the creature.

Kenzi (no, Kenzi was gon-home. She was home) smiled at him, clearly amused by his resistance. Reaching over, she gently patted his arm near the restraints. He managed to keep a straight poker face even though the touch made him want to shudder.

"Could of used these last night, couldn't we, wolf-man?" she asked, eyebrows raising suggestively, "Couldn't we, Dyson?"

"Who are you?" he demanded through gritted teeth. None of Lauren's staff seemed to notice the question. The body, however, took the time to look mildly insulted.

"I'm Kenz," the corpse taunted, "Or I was. God, I can't believe I missed on how much of an asshole you were."

The tone of the comment sounded just enough like the crazy human that the Fae felt a small flair of pain erupt in his chest. Whatever this thing was, he realized with increasing dread, it knew where he was weakest. On instinct, he tried to lunge at the creature, the restraints tightening against his wrist.

"Hey, D," his lunge turned into a jump at the sound of Hale's voice. Hale's hands jumped up defensively at the movement, "Woah! Dude, relax, it's just me...Man, you look like shit."

Recovering from his surprise, Dyson looked over to see the siren's head tilt slightly, examining him with a look of concern. Great, he thought angrily, his wolf reflexively reacting to the show of pity. Looking away, he saw the image of Kenzi's corpse had vanished from view. He refused to admit his relief when he saw she was apparently gone.

"I feel like it," the flurry of thoughts racing through his mind forced the shifter to make a rare admittance.

Hale frowned at the comment, suddenly having a new appreciation for how bad the situation was. Taking a seat in Kenzi's vacated chair, he automatically re-took an inventory of his partner's state. The raw marks beginning to show along the Dyson's wrist and ankles from struggling were in no way being helped by the clear tension in the shifter's frame. The wolf-man looked haggard and on edge, eyes darting around the room, not staying on one thing for very long. An eerie feeling leeched its way along the siren's spine.

"You okay, D?" Hale ventured the question, not liking what he was seeing. This was not the kind of behavior he'd been expecting from his friend, and definitely not the kind Kenzi would leave at the appearance of.

"I'm fine," growled the shifter, head snapping back in Hale's direction and eyes widening suddenly.

"Dyson?" Hale's question was lost as Dyson's attention was drawn once more to Kenzi's corpse appearing right behind the siren.

"Why don't you tell him you're far from okay?" the image demanded of him, looking sadly at Hale, "Why don't you tell him you remember what it's like killing me?"

Unbidden, memories from the night before flashed through Dyson's mind. His hands clenched as they relived the feel of Kenzi's throat beneath their grasp. He could remember the sound of her gasping and how weakly her human hands fought against his. He could clearly see the look of fear and betrayal cloud the unique eyes that belonged to what was once a unique human.

"Lauren!" Hale yelled out, jumping to his feet. Dyson's eyes had glazed over and the shifter hadn't responded to the push against his shoulder.

Kenzi's corpse approached the bed again, reaching down to undo the straps holding him down. Dyson growled as her hands brushed the raw skin, vaguely aware of the movement in the room. As Kenzi finished, he could feel his tenative grip on reality begin to waver.

"You're an animal, Dyson," the corpse hissed, leaning into his face and smelling worse then before, "And you're going to go where animals belong."

Realizing he was free, the wolf reacted immediately. Hale turned back, to find himself face to face with yelllow eyes and sharp teeth coming towards him

"Shit!" he reacted immediately, ducking as the wolf leaped over him to the other side of the chair. The infirmary dissolved into momentary chaos.

"Elana!" Lauren's voice sounded over the uproar as Dyson ran for the door. One of the orderlies turned in his direction, hands held up. Hale had just enough time to see something shoot out of her palm towards his partner and embed itself in the wall as the wolf disappeared from site.

"Damnit!" the orderly cursed, looking worriedly over at Lauren. The doctor barely even noticed as she stared in the direction Dyson had disappeared to. Glancing to her right, she saw Hale pull himself to her feet, the look of shock on his face matching her own.

"Kenzi is gonna kill me," the siren said, running a hand along the top of his head.

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