Author's note: So this is my first Lost Girl fanfic. I am not going to lie I had an extremely hard time writing this. I never knew how hard it would be to write all everyone in character. Anyway so this is an OC/Dyson in case no one knew, though I am totally team Dyson/Kenzi. I just don't think I could do Kenzi justice by writing her. Anyway please review and tell me what you think. I appreciate Constructive Criticism, not anything else. Besides if you really hate this story don't read it or review, I'll get the message. Other than that unless someone really likes it, I probably won't continue.

~Cassandra

To anyone else she appeared to be some strange human who accidentally wandered into the Dal. Which in all honesty was a dumb idea, because since when did something like that ever happened. But Ardith couldn't blame anyone for mistaking her as a common human. Her kind was considered rare after all and that was all thanks to the fact they weren't magnificently beautiful like other fae. "Trick, I need your help." Ardith whispered rushing to the bar.

The bartender an age old friend of hers jumped back surprised. "Ardith, is that you?"

Ardith pushed down on her black sunglasses revealing her strange silver colored eyes. Her long black hair was pulled up and hidden behind an ugly looking blue scarf. While most of her olive colored skin was covered up with articles of clothing. "Trick, I need sanctuary without the huge commotion of it." She whispered.

The fae gave her a reluctant look. "What did you do, Ari?"

"Nothing. There's nothing I can do, it against my nature remember?" Ardith reminded, "It's what my stupid father did, that I'm running from."

Trick frowned, he better than anyone what Jason Graham was capable of. The man was a millennium old Gorgon after all and own of the eldest warriors in fae history. "First off, you're only drawing more attention with that ridiculous getup of yours." Trick mentioned, "Secondly what the hell did Graham do now?"

"Other than sell me to some underground fae black-market with the actual premise of me being a phoenix, nothing at all." Ardith drawled pulling the scarf off her head.

"He told someone you were a phoenix?" Trick questioned pouring her a drink.

Ardith took it gratefully. She swallowed the drink whole enjoying the burning sensation in her throat. "Magical healing powers with the side of immortality and all. You have no idea what the bastard who bought me did or what the hell I had to do it get away. Especially thanks to my species whole deal with you to seal away our malevolent side."

"Ardith, if you even one of your species unseal their aggression then many people-fae and human could die." Trick reminded.

"Yeah, yeah, cause we're technically immortal and have unimaginable fire power at our finger tips. As well as that whole caladrius thing were we can spread diseases onto other people." Ardith drawled bored, "Look all I'm asking for is some protection from my 'owner'. Nothing else. You owe me that much after helping you get my mother to sign those doctrines of yours."

Trick nodded wearily. It was true without Ardith's persuasion, Ethel would have never signed the doctrine banning phoenixes from the fae war. Though Trick was pretty Ardith's assistance was more so to grab the attention a certain young wolf-shifter rather than for peace. "Come downstairs, where we can talk." Trick said disappearing from behind the bar.

Without hesitation Ardith followed, leaving her ugly blue scarf behind only to be picked up by a particular wolf-shifter she knew too well. "I don't see why you can't just go to the Ash about this. Fae slavery is illegal when it comes to fae such as yourself." Trick complained searching his massive book collection.

Ardith's eyes wandered around the room as she paced about. Her small hands in her jean pockets. "Well you see there is this guy called the Blood King who made up all the rules for fae including the ones for phoenixes stating that until a phoenix is properly mated, they are under the control of their elders. I.E my asshole father."

Trick frowned, remembering the day he wrote that. Phoenixes were passionate creatures especially when it came to sex. They had a weird habit of igniting during the act thus killing their partner in the process….that is, unless their partner was their life-mate. And finding life-mates for phoenixes was ten times harder than for any other fae on Earth, since phoenixes' life-mate were discovered the millisecond they looked into their mate's eyes. " It's been nearly five hundred years, Ari. I would have thought you found your mate by now." Trick sighed.

"I have Trick. My problem is that the dumb bastard doesn't agree about it."

"Ardith, as I said it's been five hundreds. If what you believe was true then he would realized it by now."

"Not if he doesn't want to. I mean look at me, Trick. Other than the I whole phoenix thing, I'm not much to brag about."

Trick rolled his eyes. He knew better than to get into it with the Phoenix. After all despite her age she was still considered relatively young for her species. "Either way if what you told me about your father selling into slavery is true then the only way to help is to find your mate." He raised a hand to silence her. "Which until then you'll have to pretend to be enamored with someone else."

"And who exactly do you have in mind for that?"

He frowned closing the book in his hands. "My granddaughter."

The minute Bo walked into the Dal, she knew something was wrong. It was eleven PM busy hour for the Dal and it was completely empty. That matched with Trick calling her for a favor equaled disaster. "Trick? Everything alright?" Bo asked rushing over to the bar.

Trick gave her a brief smile. "More or less. The favor I need isn't really for me rather than an old friend of mine."

"Oooo…a friend. So what little freaky dinky is this one?" Kenzi joked taking her spot next to Bo.

For a second Trick looks conflicted. Almost as if he doesn't trust them enough to tell. "She's a phoenix. They're very rare nowadays and very powerful. Just one of their tear drops can cure practically anything."

Bo and Kenzi exchanged glances. "So why does she need my help if she so strong?"

"Phoenixes are docile creatures, barely a violent bone in their body. They can't defend themselves because of it. In reality their only defense is their regeneration and human aspects." Trick explained.

"So someone is after tweety bird huh?" Kenzi connected.

"Yes and no. Phoenix are under the rule of their parents until they meet their life-mate. Unfortunately Ardith is still under the rule of her father Edmond Graham, a gorgon who cares only for himself." Trick muttered.

"Meaning what?" Bo pressed.

"Meaning he sold her on the black-market for a pretty penny, and the only way Ardith can escape the fae who bought her is by having a mate. Which I need you to pretend to be until she actually finds her true one."

"What? Why me? Why don't you ask Dyson or something?" Bo asked. She couldn't believe Trick of all people were asking her to play housewife for some girl. Not that Bo minded much being a succubus, plus the idea of a some asshole owning this poor girl did in fact piss her off slightly. Still she was with Lauren now, and she was sure the sexy doctor understand. Bo didn't think Lauren would enjoy some girl hanging on Bo's arm every second of the day.

"Dyson would be have to be the worst candidate for this." Trick rejected.

"Why? Does wolfman and hawkgirl not get along?" Kenzi asked.

Trick tilted his head. "That's one way of putting it…but it's a little more complicated than that."

"How?" Bo asked.

Trick sighed. He knew this information wasn't his to share. It was something personal between Dyson and Ardith. Still if Bo was going to be protecting her, it was only right for her to know everything about her client. With one last sigh Trick made his decision. Ardith wouldn't be happy he told Bo. Dyson would be furious he ever found out, that is if he ever even found out Ardith was around-"Where is she, Trick? I know she's here, she left her scarf." a familiar voice demanded.

The three spun around to coming face to face with a furious Dyson. In his hands was Ardith's blue scarf. Trick swore silently to himself. This was the last thing he needed right now. "Dyson, calm down." Trick ordered calmly.

"Calm down, Trick, do you remember how crazy Ardith is? It took two hundred years to get her off my trail and even then I think that was only because Graham pulled her back." Dyson protested.

Trick opened his mouth to say something, but another familiar voice cut him off. "Please, it was only a hundred and sixty years. Besides I've grown up, lover. I no longer believe the world revolves around my mate. And I no longer believe that the world revolves around you, Dyson."

Dyson turned growling towards the phoenix. His eyes flashed yellow at her. Ardith rolled her eyes as flames spouted out of nowhere creating a fiery wall behind her. Bo lurched forward to stop them, but Trick grabbed her wrist. He shook his head at the succubus. Nothing would come of this. Ari's wall could do nothing but create a temporary diversion for her to escape. And as much as Dyson claimed to hate her, he didn't. The wolf had stuck his neck out too many times for the phoenix to make his hatred true. In reality this fight wasn't really a fight, but a meeting between old friends. "Really, cause a few centuries ago I can remember a little pigtailed girl chasing me around Europe expressing her undying love to me." Dyson growled stepping forward.

"And I can remember a certain wolfshifter, who couldn't come to terms with the fact that he was a mate of a phoenix."