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I wrote that I was thinking about a fanfic of sorts about Lost Girl. Well, last night this came to me and I decided to share it… This story, or rather scene, is set in the Lost Girl universe and is not cannon of course… But what if it was?



By TeraS


Bo was at home: a mess as it always was, empty bottles of all kinds of liquor scattered around the place. Half awake, she stumbled over a couple of them on the floor, making them scatter and clink as she did so.

Kenzi wasn’t there, she was out … again. After what happened with the Garuda, something had changed with her, and she was distant of late. Bo intended to talk to her about that as soon as she could. She managed to stumble over to the couch when there was a light knock on her front door.

“The universe is having too much fun at my expense.” With a whine she got up again, made it through the hallway, and opened the door. Being in a bad mood she was about to growl at whomever it was when she was brought up short by who was there.

“May I come in?”

Bo had been told by others that she was beautiful, a large part of that being she was a succubus, after all. She hadn’t really seen any other Fae who came close to her own level of charisma and power over others.

The woman that asked the question, however, made Bo lose her train of thought. The first thing that caught Bo was this woman’s eyes: green, so very green. If that was all that she had going for her, that would be more than enough … but it wasn’t. A confident look went with the eyes, a bemused smile too. A wild mane of raven hair that framed those eyes and face. She didn’t dress over the top or wildly, she just … looked right, for lack of a better explanation. She looked … right.

Something that Bo would never forget.

When Bo didn’t say anything, the woman waved a hand at her and asked again, “You know, standing there in your dressing gown in the draft will do you not at all any good.”

Bo shook her head gathered her thoughts and asked, “What do you want?”

“Rather blunt, but, really, all I would like to do is talk to you for a while.”


“mmm … Call it an interest in you.”

“Anyone with an interest in me wants something.”

“Shame that. Care to try something new? Just for the heck of it?” The woman held up a take-out bag, “I have donuts; you look like you could use the sugar.”

Bo thought about how odd this woman was, but finally decided to let her enter: “Come on in. Excuse the mess.” She closed the door behind the woman and followed her inside. “So, Dark or Light?”

“mm? It’s a bit early to be cooking chicken isn’t it?”

Bo rolled her eyes, “Dark Fae or Light Fae?”

The woman laughed softly, “Let’s say I am an interested neutral observer and leave it at that for the moment.”

“Everyone has a side. Except me.”

“Maybe that’s part of what I want to talk about.”

The woman set the bag of donuts on the table by the sofa and then asked, “Mind if I have a seat?”

“No … fine … please do.”

Bo watched her as the woman continued, “So tell me, Bo: are you going to manage to remain neutral or are you going to allow yourself to turn towards the Dark?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Of course. And hiding your problem from your friends and, more importantly, Trick accomplishes what exactly? You fall a little deeper into despair, into losing your friends and your life and then … well, then things get really bad don’t they?”

The woman nudged an empty bottle with her right shoe, “Oh, and you really need to cut back on the drinking. Honestly, it amazes me that you haven’t made some huge mistakes while you are drunk.”

“It’s my life.”

“Is it? What about Kenzi? Do you think you can protect her when you are drunk, when you can’t think straight?”

“Leave her alone.”

“Oh I would not think about touching her. I rather like her. But she takes risks, you do as well, and the worst time for the two of you is when you are both drunk. That happens far too often.”

“If I want abuse, all I have to do is walk outside.”

“Ah, that’s the next thing. You really need to learn how to play the game so that you can survive in it. You have the talent to do so, and yet you are more interested in using weapons and fighting your way through. How about using some finesse? And I don’t mean the shampoo, my dear.”

“I’m a succubus. No one takes me seriously.”

“Oh you are a succubus; there is no doubt of that. But the question is: what does it really make you? Who are you? You just don’t seem to be coming to an answer about that, are you?”

“At least I finally understand what I am.”

“Yes, you have that much. But what do you do with it? Just running around chasing your tail”—the woman seemed to smile for some reason at the word—“doesn’t get you anywhere.”

Bo walked over to the woman, stood over her, and said in irritation, “What do you know?”

The woman tilted her head to the right and waved her left hand idly, “You would be surprised. Still, it is, as you say, your life, isn’t it?”


“And so Dyson and Lauren aren’t important either, are they?”

“Shut … up.”

“Temper, temper, my dear. You really need to control that, too.”

“You are about the most pain-in-the-ass Fae I have …”

The woman held up one finger: “When did I say I was Fae?”

Bo was brought up short by that admission, “You … you have to be Fae.”

She chuckled softly, “Oh … not really. I am who I am, and I’m not Popeye …”

Bo pulled at her hair in frustration, “Why can’t anyone tell me anything clearly?”

“You could ask.”

Bo shot a look at her, “It would never work.”

A shrug, “Suit yourself, then.”

As Bo watched, the woman opened the bag of donuts and pulled out a chocolate one before offering the bag to Bo: “Go on. You were out all night, got smashed, and you are going to have a massive headache in a moment or three …”

Bo took the bag and looked inside, “From the booze or from you?”

“Me, most likely.”

Bo sighed and walked off towards the kitchen looking for aspirin. Pushing around some of the trash there didn’t make them appear, so she turned back toward the woman, only to discover her standing nearby holding a bottle in her hand: “It was in your bathroom, next to the toothbrush.”

Bo took the bottle. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

Bo swallowed two tablets and the woman continued, “You know, if you really took stock of yourself and looked after yourself and your friends, you would be in a much better place.”

“Everyone thinks they know better than I do.”

“Have you considered that some of those people might actually care about you?”

Bo mulled that over while she picked the sprinkles off the donut she pulled from the take-out bag, “Not a lot of those … I’m..”

“Just a succubus?”


“My dear, that’s baloney and you know it so how about you stop being sorry for yourself? You have so much promise.”

Bo looked stunned and then started to laugh. This went on for a few minutes until she realized that the woman was standing there, her arms crossed over her chest and tapping a finger. For the first time ever, Bo felt like she was disappointing someone that she really shouldn’t be. “Um … Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve seen worse.”

“Why am I not comforted by that?”

“That would be telling …”

She walked close to Bo and then traced a finger against her cheek, “The young do not know who they are or why they do what they do. When the time comes, you’ll understand.”

She stepped back and that odd smile was there again, “Enjoy the donuts, and for your own sake, cut down on the drinking will you?”

“That’s it?”

The woman stopped and turned back to look at Bo. As she did, Bo felt a shiver pass up her spine, “Don’t disappoint me.”

“Who are you?”

The woman smiled as she turned away and walked out the door, “My name is Tera. Ask Trick about me sometime …”

Later that night, Bo was sitting at the Dal Riata and did just that.

Trick seemed surprised at the question, “Tera? Where did you hear that name?”

“Some woman came by and we talked. When she left she said that was her name, told me to ask you.”

“Describe her.”

“Tall, long raven hair, really hot … and I mean she was stunning, Trick. Wore a long red coat and …”

“… black capri pants, ankle boots, and a bandeau top? Amazing green eyes?”

“Yes. But how do you know?”

Trick reached under the bar and put a bottle of whiskey and two glasses on the countertop. He opened the bottle and explained, “She is the Queen of the Succubi.”

“Hang on. We have a Queen?”

“Well, she is one of them, there are a lot in the universe that call themselves a succubus queen, but only one who calls herself a succubi.”

“I’m confused.”

“Here, have some of this. It gets confusing.”

“Everything Fae is confusing.”

“She isn’t Fae.”

“But she’s a succubus?”



“If you see her again, don’t say that. Trust me.”

“Trick … Grandfather … please … small, simple words.”

“Tera is … different. She isn’t from around here, not a lot is known about her, but one thing is.”

Bo rolled the whisky in her glass around for a moment before setting it on the bar top, “She’s blunt and expects you to listen to her?”

Trick looked at the glass and then Bo, “What did she tell you?”

“To get my head on straight, to stop drinking like a fish, and … and to remember what really matters.”

“Which is … ?”

She laughed, “Oh, that’s easy: family, friends, doing the right thing because it is the right thing to do.”

“Smart woman.”

“You know, it felt like she had been around for a long time, Trick. Like she knows … everything …”

“Best guess is eons, Bo.”

“She’s a goddess?”

“Goddess … angel … devil … She is succubi … she’s Tera. Anything else anybody tries to hang on her doesn’t quite stick.”

“She said something about trying not to disappoint her, but she didn’t say how.”

“Well, knowing her legend … some of it is doing what you do. The one thing that is always true about Tera—besides the part where she can make men and women melt with a glance or a touch—is that she makes people’s lives better, all the time, every day.

“In that way, both of you are a lot alike. I think she would just want you to be the best you possible, and to enjoy who you are.”

Bo took hold of the glass again and raised it to her lips, but paused and returned it to the counter.

“Can I have a coffee, Trick? Somehow. I really don’t want to piss her off just now.”

“You’re probably right.”

“And maybe, just maybe, there is something more for me.”

Trick picked up the glasses and put them away, smiling at his granddaughter. “About that, you’re definitely right.”



    • avatar
    • Miles on November 19, 2012 at 12:15 pm

    Well written as always. I’m not familiar with Lost Girl but am interested. I love all things Fae, Arcadia, Seelie and Unseelie <3

    Tera as always is written as a beautiful boon to all of whom she encounters. Envy on to all those lucky enough to grace her presence 🙂

    • avatar
    • TeraS on January 8, 2013 at 2:19 pm

    *just smiles*


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