Author's Note: This is my first longer-length fic. I have some ideas of where I want it to go, but we'll see. Rated it M for wherever it may lead. As always, comments welcome.

Oh, and disclaimer time: I don't own Lost Girl. Nope. Not even close.

"Bo-Bo, you cannot just hole up here forever. You're eventually going to have to do something with that jar…"

"I know, I know…"

Bo sits on their worn couch and rubs her hand over the smooth glass of the jar once again. It had been a week since Yule when she got the package of the jar filled with ominous black smoke. A rather creepy package, indeed. However, what disturbed her more than the package itself, was that it was addressed to her, in her own handwriting.

Bo rubs her temples, feeling the dull ache of a migraine coming on. Everything that's happened since she returned from the train has left her confused and drained. The jar is just another in a set of breadcrumb clues to some yet-unknown greater mystery.

And on top of that my love life is just as screwed up as ever. While Lauren was gone, her and Dyson had been hooking up. It was great- she had forgotten how good it was to be with him.

The man can kiss- he can still bring the heat... but it's so different now, She smiles at the thought of them in the boxing ring a few weeks ago.

It's just not the same though. Not in love with him any more…Now Lauren? That's a different story... Except now she's Dark, and is working under Evony. She came back and... well, it's like she's a different person almost. Something's changed… like she's still hiding something…

Bo frowns and she winds at her temples harder, her jaw slightly clenched in frustration.

Things with Dyson: Werid. Things with Lauren: Weirder. And then there's Tamsin-Bo paused, catching herself.

Why lump her in with those two? I mean, sure we kissed. A few times now. And sure it's always… intense, to say the least. And then Yule, with the time loop going… Bo scrunches her eyes, as if pressing the thought out of her head. Get it together Bo. Don't even think about making this triangle into some sort of fucked up rectangle...

"You trying to wear a hole in your head like that?" Kenzi asks.

Bo opens her eyes at the sound of Kenzi's voice and stops pressing at her temples. "No, I'm just- I'm just frustrated Kenzi. I'm so sick of not knowing. Since I've been back it feels like there's just one ridiculous twist after the next, and no one knows what's going on or where this is going. It just doesn't make sense."

"I know it doesn't… which is why I'm about to make everything sooo much better." She smiles. "It just so happens I have something to take your mind off of all this…"

"I really can't eat any more ice cream Kenz…"

"No, not ice cream- I've got something better! A good ol'fashion Bo and Kenzi, crime-solvin' case! It's just the thing to kick those Wander blues. I got a call earlier from this woman. She looked us up for her brother who lives a bit North in this tiny-ass town called Prawsville. Her brother says that for the last 6 months, all hell's broken loose up there. First it was vandalism, then all these B&Es and now people are starting to go missing. Police have no suspects and this lady's brother has a theory but no one will believe him. "

"What makes you think any of it's Fae related?"

"Because… wait for it…oooooh you're going to love this…" she pauses for drama, closing her eyes and savoring the delivery, "There have been sightings… of a huge, hairy creature in the forest around town. Bo, do you know what this means? BIG FOOT! BIG FOOT IS REAL!"

"You have been watching way too much TV Kenz-"

"-Oh come on Bo! This is Big Foot we're talking about here! Sasquatch himself! BIG. FOOT. How can you not want to jump on this?" Kenzi hops up and down, to accentuate her point.

"I don't know," Bo shrugs. "There's just so much going on, I feel like maybe I should stick around…"

"Noooooo, it's because you have so much going on that maybe you should take a mini-vacay with your bestest buddy in the whole wide world and fulfill one of her life's goals of discovering Big Foot!"

"I had no idea you were so into Big Foot Kenz…"

"Did I mention the half a million dollar reward for proof of him?"

"-aaand now I get it." Bo smiles.

"No but really Bo, either way, we should go. You need a break and some space. Let's get some fresh air, solve a crime and have a few days free from this Wander shituation."

Kenzi hops on the couch, practically in Bo's lap. "Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease"

"-Fine! Okay!" Bo smiles, and pushing her lightly. "You're probably right, maybe I do just need a break so I can regroup and refresh, away from everything…"

"I knew you'd see it my way! Now let's shop- I have a feeling we're going to need something a bit more on the 'active wear' spectrum rather the usual leather and stilettos…"

"Kenzi what did you buy at that Outdoorsmen store? It feels like this suitcase is filled with rocks." Bo works hauling their luggage from her car into the motel.

"No, that one's wigs and hair stuff."

"How do wigs weigh this much? And why are you bringing wigs in the first place?"

"Girl's gotta look her best! Besides, you never know when I may need to go unda-covah!" Kenzi points her fingers into a gun shape, a la Charlie's Angels.

Bo rolls her eyes. "Fine, but help me out getting this stuff into the room at least."

"You got it Bobolicious!" Kenzi yelps as she bounds past Bo back to the car.

They make short work of unloading, despite Kenzi's zealous over packing. Bo flops down on her bed. The drive was only a couple hours, but the winding road through the mountains and forest was draining. Beautiful, but draining.

The motel is a bit of a let down though. Only 10 rooms, all worn and outdated, it almost seemed like it had sat untouched for the last few decades. Unfortunately, they discovered that it was the only one in town. Bo looks around the small space. Their room was dingy contrast to the bright wilderness outside and between the dresser, two twin beds, and now all of her and Kenzi's combined luggage, the place felt cramped.

"I'm going to go out look around a bit Kenz," Bo said, getting up and heading towards the door.

"Suit yourself. Hey, see if you can round up something to snack on. I wonder if they've heard of Cheetos in this one-horse town…"

"Will do," Bo said glancing back at Kenzi as she closed the door. Bo smiled- her bestie had already made herself at home and was eagerly flipping through the channels to find something to watch.

Back outside, Bo turns her attention to the task at hand. She takes a deep breath, savoring the fresh air, and smiles. Kenzi was right, this is exactly what I need. A break from everything and everyone at home.

Bo starts to walk down the road towards the town center. If you weren't paying attention, you could drive right through the town and barely even know it was there. A sign on the way in stated the population was somewhere around 500 people. Most of them lived and worked around old ironworks and the "town center" was nothing more than a handful of stores and a post office it seemed.

Bo makes her way slowly towards the general store they passed earlier, savoring the sensation of being able to take her time for the first time in a while. Growing up in a small town, she always relished the way time seemed to slip by at its own pace and how everyone seemed to be happier for it.

Yes, coming here was definitely a good choice, she smiles. She is about to climb the few steps into the store when something stops her dead in her tracks.

Bo gapes incredulously as Dyson and Tamsin exit the store, laughing and joking, a grocery bag in each hand. They stop short, their smiles dropping as they catch sight of Bo.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod-whatisthis?

Bo, in shock, says the only reasonable thing that comes to mind.

"What the FUCK!?"