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Assistant: Title: Fae to Fae
        Author: Lynedele Lynedele 
        Chapter: 33/60 
        Summary: Bo was raised by her grandparents in the Fae world, but when it came time to choose Light or Dark, she refused. To appease her grandmother, she continued her education at college where she meets someone that changes her perspective.   This WILL be multi-chapter.  And rated for future chapters.
        Contents: Chapter 33
    

    


  

  
  
    
    
  
“Bo, honey, pull over,” Lauren requested, putting her hand on my thigh.   “No,” I growled, pushing down harder on the gas – causing the car to speed even faster.   “Bo, you’re scaring me,” she admitted softly. “Please, just pull over… at this rate, we’re going to be in Tijuana within a few minutes…”   I took a sharp left turn, speeding through stop lights and annoying stop signs before going up the side of the large hill leading into Presidio Park.   I pushed the car to her limits, ascending upwards until we reached the crest of the mountain. I pulled into a grassy spot and parked the car before exiting the car quickly.  I stood on the hillside looking out over the span of San Diego and I screamed.  I screamed as loud as I could for as long as I could and when I thought I couldn’t scream any more… I screamed again.    I was vaguely aware of Lauren as she exited the car, much more gracefully than I, and leaned against the hood of the Camaro.  I couldn’t understand how she seemed calm – perhaps it was just an illusion or a tactic to get me to relax – but I wasn’t calm and I wasn’t going to be calm.  I had never been so angry in my life – not even when Lauren was taken… it was close, but this… this…   I screamed again – expelling all of the air from my lungs.   I tried to regroup, panting as I leaned against a tree – but I couldn’t stop screaming.  The moment I’d catch my breath, I’d scream again and again until finally, the screams broke into sobs and I slid down the tree until I was sitting on the ground, my knees curled up into my chest. I put my head in my hands, my fingers curling into my scalp – the nails digging in slightly causing small jolts of pain.    “Hey…” the soft voice accompanied the strong hands that gripped mine, lowering them from my face.   I looked up at Lauren with wet, bloodshot eyes.    “I’m sorry I scared you,” I signed single handedly.   “It’s okay. Thank you for pulling over.”   I started sobbing again, pulling Lauren into me. I shifted my legs and Lauren straddled one thigh, my head falling into her chest as she gripped me tighter – securing me to her.    After several minutes, I cried myself out, and Lauren sat back on her knees.    All I could see was Isabeau and how cold she was – telling me the things that she had done… I wanted to hurt her.  I wanted to yell and scream and rip her to pieces.  I hated her – but at the same time, I didn’t hate her.  I was so confused – it was all too much to process.  And seeing Lauren – almost killing her… It was something I never thought I’d ever see. Lauren was always so pure, so kindhearted, so gentle. I mean I knew she could fight – probably better than I could, but she had been a completely different person at the Dal.  Not that I blamed her.    “Hey…what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”   I blinked a few times before holding Lauren’s gaze.  “I don’t hate my grandmother,” I admitted, signing the best I could in the small space between us.    “I know you don’t.  I don’t want you to hate her.”   “How can you say that – especially after all she did to you?”   “I’m not saying I understand her – I don’t.  I’m saying she’s still your family. She made some very…bad decisions. I don’t necessarily want to invite her over for cake… but I don’t know.  I’m angry with her, Bo.  I’m hurt and I’m furious at her.  Those aren’t even the correct terms… Bo, I know over 80,000 words in the English language and I can’t find the correct term for how I’m feeling.”   “I know.  I… I’m the same.  I’m hurt and I’m p@ss@d and I want to say ‘f@ck her’ and I want justice… I want justice for my mom, for my dad…for you… but... I feel almost guilty for turning her over to the Morrigan. I don’t want her to be executed.”   “Do you think they will?”   “They might.  No offense, but the Dark isn’t exactly known for their leniency.”   “No, we aren’t.  So what do you want to do?”   “I don’t know, honestly.  I never thought this would be a position that I’d be in…”   “Can I tell you what I don’t want?”   “Yes.”   “I don’t want her to be executed either but I don’t want to be around her – I don’t want her to have any part in my life.”   “I don’t think I want her to have any part in mine, either.  The only thing that makes that hard is Trick…but at the moment, I don’t know if I want to see him either.  He knew about my mom – and let Isabeau do what she did anyways…”   “Being that I am in the Dark Fae, and as the crime wasn’t committed against the Morrigan herself, if you alert Evony, she will most likely imprison Isabeau and then defer to me to choose her punishment. If I choose not to respond, she most likely will be executed.  If I do, then it’s up to me to decide her fate.”   “I’m surprised Evony would appoint so much power to such a young Fae like yourself.” I signed.   “Typically, she wouldn’t, but I’m a very promising asset to the Dark Fae with indeterminate powers,” she replied confidently.    “Yea…I’ve seen just how indeterminate those powers can be.”   “Bo… you don’t have to turn her in, but regardless I am going to ask for exsilium.”   “What is exsilium?”   “It’s almost like a Fae restraining order.  She would not be allowed to have any contact with me or mine. If she does, direct or indirect – like through the Magina, she will die.   In ancient times, exsilium also called for a complete banishment from the immediate location.  As she is your family and as she is tied to Trick, I am not requesting that. But I do not want her to have any contact with me.”   “Wouldn’t that mean you would be turning her in?”   “Evony doesn’t really question me. My family has never asked for much, so when we do, she doesn’t typically say anything. She just nods and complies.”   “That’s not the response I’ve gotten from her in the past.”   “You’re not me.”   “Touché”   “If you want to turn her in – I’m not going to tell you no.  I would, however, encourage you to think about the consequences and repercussions of doing such.”   “Can I ask you a personal question?”   “Of course, Bo.”   “How do you go from scary and murderous Lauren to logical and compassionate Lauren in a matter of a couple hours?”   Lauren dropped her head – her eyes falling to the ground.  “Bo…”  she took a deep breath.  “I’m not proud of what I did.  I didn’t even know I could be that angry.  It was like… I wasn’t controlling myself.  Like all of my restraint fell away and I was purely in survival mode – fight or flight.  I also know that I hurt you – and I am so sorry, Bo.  I never meant for that to happen.”   “I’m not made of glass, Lauren.  I’m okay.”   “But I can still see the bruises on your face and the blood from the cuts…” she said, her eyes searching me with concern.   “Lauren, honey…” I soothed, grabbing her face and making her look at me.  “I will heal.  Are you okay? That was intense and… then with the seizure…”   “I’m okay.  I still don’t remember everything I did, but I know it was bad.  I felt like I was dying – and something took control of me.  But then you brought me back … from both.  You saved me… from myself.  I never want to lose control again,” she admitted shaking her head. “That’s not…me.”   “I lost it too…”   “What do you mean?”   “I… I invaded her mind.  When you were still missing, I worked with Darius a lot and he helped me to unlock some of my…potential.  We determined that I had the ability to block another Fae’s powers against me – courtesy of my father – and I was able to control people’s minds – courtesy of my grandmother.  When I told Isabeau I was going to go see Hades, she tried to force me to stop, but it didn’t work.  I didn’t know why at the time, but she couldn’t control me.  And you know I’ve always had the power of persuasion if I can touch someone…well, it turns out that after a little work on developing that particular ability, I can actually persuade someone…or rather force someone by invading their mind- like Isabeau.  Well, when we were fighting, she tried to invade my mind…she tried to control me and instead of letting her in, I reversed it and forced my way into hers.  It was so tempting… there was so much that I could make her do… but I didn’t.  I retreated. And I left her with the fear that I could have…”   “You stood up to her Bo…”   “I didn’t like that I was tempted.  And on top of that, I hit her… multiple times.  We fought…like really fought.  And I tried to feed from her – I tried to drain her, Lauren…”   “I remember that – and she turned around and starting feeding on you- draining you.  She’s not innocent in this, Bo.”   “I know she’s not,” I replied, standing up, frustrated.   “It’s just… I was taught respect.  And she’s… God. I don’t even know, Lauren!”  I yelled verbally, signing as I spoke.  “It’s so f@ck@ng complicated.”   The blonde nodded, standing up.  “I know.  Tell me what you’re feeling about your mom, Bo.  I know that revelation hasn’t made this any easier.”    “Lauren…” I breathed out verbally, turning my head.   She grabbed my chin and forced me to face her.  “No.  We’re going to talk about this.”   “I don’t even know where to begin,” I admitted.   “Okay, well how are you feeling?”   “Disgusted. Like I want to vomit when I think about it,” I paused, trying to work out how I wanted to elaborate on that statement.  “The reason my mother abandoned me… I always thought it was because of something I did – even though Isabeau and Trick assured me it wasn’t, I always believed it deep down.  Who just abandons their child?  She would come back every so often and then just leave again.  I never knew if or when I was going to see her.    And then… two hours ago I find out that it wasn’t me at all.  It was them… the two that took me in, raised me as their own, looked me in the eyes and lied about it continuously.  When I got older, Isabeau told me that my mom was raped, but what she didn’t know is that I had been seeing my dad for years at that point.  My father always warned me that my grandmother was not what she appeared to be, but he would never elaborate…”   “I can’t imagine how difficult it is for you…learning all of it…”   “And my mom…f@ck…” I started to cry again.  “My mom has always looked so broken… the last time I saw her she was a complete disaster and I could never understand why…and I told her to keep the hell away from me! I was a teen and I was so heartbroken by her because she kept leaving and coming back and promising we’d be a family and then she’d leave again. I didn’t understand and I told her to stay away! And she…she probably just didn’t know what the hell had happened…”   “Bo, you can’t blame yourself…you didn’t know…”   “But I should have.  So many stories were inconsistent and even as a young girl I knew something wasn’t right.  There was one time when my mom was home… she brought me up here and we sat…in this very spot. It was dark and kind of chilly but she brought blankets for us to sit on and a really big blanket that we wrapped ourselves in.  We sat up here and watched a meteor shower and drank hot chocolate. She told me to make the biggest wish I could ever wish because the meteors mimicked a thousand shooting stars and if I wished my wish as hard as I could, it’d come true. Little did she know, it didn’t.”   “What was your wish?”   “That she would stay and we could be a family.  That she’d get better…”   “Maybe there’s a way we can help her, Bo…”   “I don’t even know if she’s alive, Lauren. And after I told her to ‘f@ck off’… I doubt she’d even want to see me if she was.”   “I think she would most definitely want to see you, beautiful.”   I wiped the tears from my eyes, trying to compose myself.  “That night was one of the contradictions.  She told me about my father – granted, I already knew him, but I didn’t tell her that.  She told me what a kind and wonderful man he was.  And that she wished I could meet him because he’d be so proud of me.   It was like…she had her memories back…her real memories.  She told me about the first time she saw him and how I had his smile and his nose… I really thought we were going to be okay….”   “What happened? If she had her memories back…”   I shrugged.  “We went back to the Dal and I went to sleep – it was late.  When I woke up, mom was gone.  She came back to see me two years later and could barely look at me.  I didn’t even recognize her.  She looked so…lost…empty…almost dead inside… like our last conversation never happened.”   “It almost seems like it wore off for a time…like her memories came back.  I wonder if its only a temporary effect?”   “If it was temporary, then why wouldn’t she have found me again?”   “Maybe because you told her not to and she wanted to respect your wish… or maybe because someone found a way to make it more permanent.”   “Option 1: it’s my fault.  Option 2: it’s hopeless,” I spat, shifting my positon to look out over the darkening horizon.   “Bo, no! That’s not what I meant and you know it!” Lauren yelled at me, grabbing my wrist and forcing me to turn towards her.   “I’m sorry…”   “I don’t want you to apologize.  But what I am saying is that maybe there’s a way to reverse it.  But we would have to find her first – to determine which of the two it may be…or if its neither…”   “I don’t know if I can… she probably hates me…”   “Bo, she’s your mom.  She doesn’t hate you.  Honestly, she doesn’t even know you, but perhaps its time to give her a chance.  Isabeau did a lot to hurt the two of you, but we may have the opportunity to turn it around…make it better.  Give you two an opportunity to be a family. You both deserve it.”   I nodded my head, my eyes still puffy and red.  “Will you take me home?”   “Of course, beautiful.”   We sat in complete silence as Lauren drove us back to the apartment. I was thankful for the bench seat in the front – Lauren had insisted that I curl into her for the duration of the drive home and I ended up falling asleep before even getting out of the park.  She woke me up as we pulled into a parking space and assisted me inside.    Kenzi was home and sitting on the love seat – waiting for us when we walked through the door. When we she saw us enter, she turned off the TV and stood up – walking over towards me.  The small girl didn’t say a word, but rather wrapped her arms around me and held me close to her.    We finally made it to the couch – Lauren angled herself on one of the ends and had me sit on the middle cushion and lean back against her, the back of my head supported by her br@@sts.    “How…How did it go with Evony?” Kenzi asked, signing a little.   Kenzi had impressed me over the course of Lauren’s hospital stay. Each time she came in she knew a little more sign… just enough to try to help Lauren understand what she was talking about.  It warmed my heart that my little sister thought highly enough of my girlfriend to take the time and learn a whole new language.  THAT was family.    “I didn’t go.  I wanted to… I still want to… but… Kenz, she’s my grandmother.  I can’t… I just can’t….”   “I understand Bo.  You’re hurt and you feel betrayed and you’re confused.  It’s probably best that you don’t do anything rash.  You don’t want to regret something. Don’t be like her. “   “I am going to Evony to request a type of protective issuance.  It’s a magical restraint that Isabeau would be alerted of and it will keep her from directly or indirectly impacting my life.”   “So it’s like a Fae restraining order?”   “Somewhat, but instead of a fine, the penalty is immediate death.”   “Well sh@t.”   Lauren nodded.  “It’s even sensitive enough to determine whether I initiate contact or not.”   “And the Morrigan would just agree to this?” Kenzi asked curiously.   “Typically, no but because of the benefits I offer, Evony is just a formality to me.”   “Bo, there’s something you should know…” Kenzi soothed, moving to sit by my feet.   I raised my eyebrows, silently asking her to continue.   “Not too long after you left, I got into it with Trick.  I called him a coward and told him how disappointed I was in him…”   “Kenz…”   “Wait…that’s not… He told Isabeau to leave.”   “What?” I asked, sitting up. “What do you mean he told her to leave?”   “He was so angry with her – they got into it…pretty bad. They fought…like really fought.  In all my years seeing their spats, I don’t think either of us have ever heard anything like this before.”   “Do you know where she went?” I asked.   “No.  But Trick closed the bar.  He’s in pretty bad shape, Bo.  I honestly believe he didn’t know about Lauren…”   “I don’t believe he knew either,” Lauren confirmed.   “I agree. But what he did to my mom…his own child…and continuously let it happen…”   “Bo…” I looked over at Lauren when she called my name. I could see her mind working – her eyes were so focused.  “Are you sure that Isabeau didn’t use her influence over Trick to make him feel okay about doing that to your mom?”   It felt like I was punched in the gut all over.  For the past few hours I couldn’t wrap my head around why Trick would have let Isabeau go through with…basically torturing my mother, but Lauren’s suggestion made sense.  My grandmother could have very well forced Trick into believing it was best.   “I need to lay down… I can’t process this all right now,” I admitted.   Kenzi nodded her head, agreeing with me.  “It’s been a rough day to say the least.”   “Come on, honey, lets get you to bed,” Lauren soothed, reaching out for my hand.                                                                                                                  She led me upstairs and helped me undress and get into bed before ridding herself of her own clothes and climbing into bed beside me.  The moment she got under the covers, I sought out her soft skin, losing myself in her embrace and crying myself to sleep as she held me tight, running her fingers through my hair and whispering every comforting phrase she could find into my ear.'
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