This is a one-shot post episode series. This chapter contains spoilers for the episode "Art of Darkness", 2x08.

Ingrid hummed to herself as she made her bed. She stopped when she heard a knock at the door. She was was surprised at who she saw when she opened the door. Freya.

"I wasn't expecting you," said Ingrid.

"I know," said Freya, "I know you didn't listen to me last night, and it seemed like I was jealous. But I swear to you I'm not. I'm glad you and Dash can be friends. But I can't help but be worried. You trust my intuition don't you, Ingrid."

"Of course I do," said Ingrid, "But how can you be sure that this gut feeling isn't jealousy,"

"I don't love Dash," said Freya, "But, you didn't see him when he was dosed with venom. There was such darkness there,"

"You said it yourself, Freya, it was the venom," said Ingrid.

She continued to make the bed as Freya made her way into her modest apartment.

"It's my gut feeling, I think Dash is into some dark things- wait a minute- is that the shower running? We aren't alone. Is that Dash? Did you sleep with Dash?" said Freya.

"Yes," said Ingrid, "Yes to all of it. We have a connection Freya,"

"Oh my god, I can't believe it. Friends, right, friends," said Freya.

"Yesterday that was true," said Ingrid, "This developed last night. I'm not ashamed. And you have to admit you sound jealous,"

"Damnit Ingrid," said Freya, "I'm not jealous. I'm worried. Be careful. I need you to be smart Ingrid, if he was the trickster in the cards, can you really trust him?"

"Just because he wasn't right for you, doesn't make him wrong for me," said Ingrid, "Dash is a good man,"

"Dash can be a good man, but maybe now that he has magic he's gone dark. His mother was dark. He might believe he is doing good, but it might be evil," said Freya.

"We all have darkness in us Freya," said Ingrid, "Even you,"

Ingrid thought of her past with Archibald, and Freya's turn as a creator of magic drugs.

"Ingrid. We have had lifetimes to create our lives, we haven't always done good," said Freya, "But now we are better. Just make sure he's good enough for you now,"

The shower stopped. Ingrid and Freya paused and looked at the door.

"I think you better leave," said Ingrid.

"Fine," said Freya, "But don't say I didn't warn you."

Freya walked out the door and slammed it behind her. Dash came quickly out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

"What was that?" said Dash, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Fine. Freya was just here. She wasn't very pleased we were together," said Ingrid.

"Is she jealous?" said Dash.

"No, she says she's not. She says she see's darkness in you Dash," said Ingrid, "that there is something I don't see,"

"That's crazy," said Dash, "I have been nothing but honest with you,"

Something caught Ingrid about how nervous Dash seemed, how high pitched his tone was. Suspicious. She couldn't help but worry now that Freya put that in her mind. Was she wrong to trust Dash? He was getting better. He could control his powers more. He wasn't hurting anyone now.

"I know you have. And last night was unexpected but lovely," said Ingrid, "I know it was stressful with Mr. Hutton dying,"

Dash pulled Ingrid into a hug, "Especially after he mentioned he wanted to investigate his son's case. He seemed so anxious when spoke to me, the nerves must have triggered the attack. I'd like to see his autopsy,"

Ingrid's breathe caught for a moment. Hadn't Dash said that Mr. Hutton wasn't suspicious? Why was he talking to Dash in the first place? Was Freya right? Ingrid had to know the truth. She cared about Dash. She might even love him. She whispered a spell under her breathe, carmina veritatem. She rubbed her lips together.

"What was that?" said Dash.

"Nothing," said Ingrid, "Something caught it my throat. Kiss me Dash,"

Dash grinned and kissed her passionately on the lips. Ingrid was breathless when they pulled apart. Ingrid moved to the couch and sat opposite Dash in the room.

"Dash," said Ingrid, "What terrible things have you done?"

"I accidentally used my powers to hit Killian the night Freya was going to run away with him, and then not so accidentally led him adrift. Kyle Hutton was blackmailing me, because he saw me use my powers on Killian. He came that night to get more money out of me, when he pointed his gun on you, I lost control of my powers and killed him. I knew it would kill him," said Dash, "What did you do to me?"

"Oh Dash," said Ingrid, "You used me to cover up a murder. You murdered someone,"

Ingrid backed away into front door. Dash got up. Ingrid waved her hand.

"Tene etiam," said Ingrid.

Dash froze in place.

"Dash, I kissed you and asked for the truth. You owe me that. You killed Mr. Hutton, didn't you," said Ingrid.

"Yes, but you don't understand, he had hired an investigator-" said Dash.

"I can't believe Freya was right about you," said Ingrid, "I trusted you. You didn't have to kill him, you didn't have to kill any of them,"

"I was protecting you," said Dash,

"No, you were protecting you," said Ingrid.

"I love you Ingrid," said Dash, "You want the truth, that's the truth. I love you. How could you do a spell on me?"

Ingrid closed her eyes for a moment. She felt it inside her, she loved him too. But she couldn't love him like this. Could she?

"Dash, tell me what happened with the little boy you took death from?" said Ingrid.

"I'm a doctor Ingrid," said Dash, "I couldn't kill that little boy,"

"It was his death," said Ingrid.

"I couldn't let someone good die," said Dash, "I gave it to a rotten criminal. He deserved to pay for his crimes,"

"You killed someone else?" said Ingrid, "What give you the right to decide who lives and dies?"

"We aren't like everyone else," said Dash.

"We aren't gods," said Ingrid, "There are consequences for our actions. You have to face your crimes Dash. You have to deal with this, or you will never be able to go back. Maybe Kyle Hutton was you losing your temper with new powers, but you thought about that criminal, you thought about Mr. Hutton,"

"I did what I had to do," said Dash.

"And I'm going to do what I have to do," said Ingrid, "I'm leaving. When I am at my mother's the spell will break and you will be free to leave. I suggest you do,"

"You care about me Ingrid," said Dash, "You can't let me go,"

"I do care about you Dash," said Ingrid, "I hope you can help yourself. We all have darkness in us, but it's what you do when you figure that out that really counts. You have good in you Dash. I hope you can find it again,"

Ingrid grabbed her bag and walked slowly out the door. She felt her heart racing in her chest as she made her way to her car. Once she was inside, she let out the tears she was holding in.

Dash was angry. She tricked him. Perhaps it was the truth spell, but he had the nagging thought that he had tricked her first. He had lied. He had killed. Could he change for Ingrid? More importantly could he change for himself? How could he have this powers and not protect himself, or save those more deserving of life? Dash couldn't move, his conflict was tearing him apart. Was he right? Was he wrong? He screamed as he tried everything inside him to break the spell.