I know that I've been gone for a while. I've had so many different story ideas, but none of them panned out then my laptop decided to shut down on me and I just got a new one. So recently I've been rewatching Lost Girl these and this idea just hit me, so I just had to get it out. Everyone is still alive in my story because I can't bare to lose them. Also Dyson has no son. Enjoy!

January 20, 2016

Dyson is standing next to his desk when he hears the very distinct clicking of two sets of heels. He knows that the female police officers wear very subtle heels when they wear them at all. If the heels didn't give them away, their scents did. He smelled Bo first, her scent was stronger because she was Fae and sometimes it masked the scent of the little human she was always with. Other Fae might have had trouble picking Kenzi out in a crowd of Fae, but not Dyson, he always smelled her. Her scent lingered on him. The smell of hard rain and wild sunflowers drifted into his nose, lighter tones of pine and leather hit him, she still smelled a little like him from their encounter this morning. Dyson smiled and closed the file on his desk, turning slightly and sitting down he faced the door and waited. Within seconds the pair appeared in the hallway and stepped through the door. Bo smiled and gave a small wave and Dyson smiled at her. Kenzi was right behind her. She was wearing tight dark jeans that were tucked into knee high black boots paired with a purple blazer and gray sweater. She looked amazing.

"Did you get a trace on that number I called you about?" Bo asked. Dyson nodded and grabbed the piece of paper from his desk and passed it to Bo. Kenzi slipped past him and hopped up onto the edge of his desk, dangling her legs over his.

"Heyo." She smiled down at him.

"Hey." Dyson let his eyes stay on hers for a few moments before Bo started talking to him, taking some of his attention away from Kenzi who took the chance to flip through the file on his desk. While Bo was talking a new scent drifted into Dyson's nose. It smelled bad and he definitely didn't like it. His nose wrinkled involuntarily and he lifted his hand, wiping beneath his nostrils to try and rid himself of the scent.

"What's wrong?" Bo asked.

"Nothing, it's fine. Continue." Dyson plucked the file from Kenzi's hands and put it back down on his desk. The scent entered his nose again and he frowned, he'd smelled it before but he just couldn't remember where. Kenzi reached across him and grabbed the file again, this time he let it go. Bo was talking away but he wasn't paying attention, he was trying to figure out where the scent was coming from. Kenzi shifted and threw her hand up over her face as she sneezed. Suddenly Dyson knew exactly what the smell was. He'd smelled it hundreds of times but never been around it enough to pinpoint it. Kenzi had the flu. Or she was getting the flu. Dyson could smell it all over her and he was surprised that he hadn't smelt it earlier, although he hadn't been looking for it.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked Kenzi. He'd cut Bo off without even realizing it because he hadn't been paying attention to her. Both Kenzi and Bo gave him a strange look before Kenzi closed the file in her hands and chuckled.

"Uh yeah wolfie, I'm fine. Are you?" Kenzi asked. He gave her a questioning look, clearly she didn't know she was sick or maybe she did, she was just avoiding it.

"Anyway, we're heading out, got a killer fae to catch up to." Kenzi slid off his desk and gave a slight salute before they walked toward the door.

"Hold up Kenzi." Dyson called. She stopped in her tracks and turned back toward him as he stood from his chair.

"I'll wait in the car." Bo called from the hallway.

"What's up?" Kenzi held her hands up, agitation clear on her face.

"You're sick." He said. Kenzi's eyebrows furrowed and she chuckled.

"Alright I'll play, what does that mean?" Kenzi crossed her arms.

"It means you smell like the flu. Are you feeling ill, do you have a fever?"

"When did you become a doctor? I feel fine Dyson. Wait… what does the flu smell like? Do I stink?" she asked quickly. Dyson chuckled and shook his head.

"Sicknesses have distinct smells, I'm not a doctor Kenzi but I know the flu will knock you on your ass and no, you don't stink, you never stink." He said, his hand came up and he stroked it over her arm. Kenzi looked over her shoulder and then her eyes came back to his.

"We need to tell her." Kenzi hissed under her breath. Dyson nodded and bit the inside of his lip.

"Soon." He said.

"She's been so busy lately it's hard to actually sit her down." Kenzi frowned. Dyson knew how much their secrecy hurt Kenzi. She hated keeping things from Bo.

"I know, but we will tell her ok. Right now I'm more worried about you. Go to the doctor today, get some medicine, nip it in the bud before it takes you out for a week."

"Ok, yeah, I'll do that." Kenzi said. Dyson knew she was lying he could tell by the tones of her voice.

"Alright. Be careful." He looked up for any signs of Bo and then he pressed a kiss to Kenzi's cheek.

"I will." Kenzi called as she hurried out the door.

Two days later Dyson entered the clubhouse, soup in hand. Bo was standing in the kitchen with Lauren next to her.

"How's our patient feeling?" Dyson asked. Lauren and Bo chuckled.

"Just as stubborn as usual." Lauren said. Dyson nodded and headed for the stairs, when he reached Kenzi's room she was trying and failing to put on socks. Dyson paused at the top of the stairs and smiled at her. She looked so pitiful but still absolutely breath taking. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun on top of her head and she wore no makeup. She had on a large sweater and sweat pants.

"My feet are cold." She whined. Dyson sat the soup down and kneeled in front of her.

"Let me." He took the sock from her hands and lifted her foot up. She wasn't wrong, her skin was ice cold against his warm fingers. He gently slipped the sock over her toes and tucked it beneath the band of the sweat pants around her ankle before doing the same to the other foot.

"Now lay back down." He helped her put her feet back under the huge cover on her bed and he pulled it up around her chin.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Right as rain." She smiled and shivered a little bit.

"Yeah, you look it to." He chuckled. Dyson sat down next to her on the bed and put his body against hers just a little.

"You're so warm." She said softly. Dyson listened for Bo and Lauren, they were flirting heavily in the kitchen and it sounded like they were headed for the bedroom soon. Dyson stood up and shrugged out of his leather jacket, tossing it onto the chair, he kicked his shoes off and put them by his jacket.

"What are you doing?" Kenzi asked. Dyson lifted the covers and slipped in the bed behind her. He pulled her small body against his and tucked his arm around her. Kenzi's cold hand closed over his hand where it rested against her abdomen.

"We've got a little while. They're headed to Bo's room." Dyson said. Kenzi chuckled and her teeth stopped clicking together.

"You're so warm." She said again. Dyson could hear sleep heavy in her voice and he pulled her even closer if it was possible.

"Will you listen to me next time?" he questioned.

"Sure thing wolfman." Kenzi said. He knew she was lying but when she laid her head back against his chest and closed her eyes, her lies were the last thing on his mind.