Our Lost Girl obsession is going strong! Be sure to check out all of Kiersten Krum’s recaps, from Season 1 up to the most recent Season 2 episode aired on SyFy (episode 1, episode 2, episode 3, episode 4, and episode 5—part 1 and part 2). All caught up? Good. And now, on to the the recap for last night’s episode, 2.06, “It’s Better to Burn Out Than Fae Away."
(Hat tip to historical romance writer Isobel Carr for this week’s recap title! And to lostgirlcaps for the images!)
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At Hilton Hovel (drink!), Bo, Kenzi, and Doctor Lauren (still in residence?!) are having pizza, while the doc regales Bo with her prom night horror story. Taffeta gown? Check. “What color? And please say it was sea breeze,” Bo pleads. “Sea breeze,” Doctor Lauren confirms with a self-deprecating laugh. The doc and Bo are sitting across the table from each other while Kenzi perches at the head of it as the other two women completely ignore her. Someone is feeling third-wheel to her bestie’s SO. Not something she ever had to worry about with a certain wolf boy. Just sayin’.
Doc goes on to describe her three-foot high prom hair, thanks to the fact that she laid it on the kitchen table and applied an actual iron to it. Her date never showed, so she went to the prom alone, and when said date finally did show up, he threw her corsage at her, and then proceeded to get drunk with his buddies in the parking lot all night. “That is so romantic. But I can’t say I really blame him, cause your hair did sound pretty brutal,” Bo jokes. With fake affront, Doctor Lauren throws her crust at Bo. Naturally, it lands in her cleavage.
This is too much for Kenzi and her wine glass hits the table with an audible clank. “May I be excused? Thanks,” she mutters and leaves. Bo and Doctor Lauren don’t even notice, too busy flirting and laughing over the naughty pizza crust.
Cut to a random alley where a young Basquiat-esque man is spray-painting a wall. Artistically, natch. A small, old man comes out from around the corner. Oh, that never ends well. “Someone’s gonna have to clean that up!” he gums. Basquiat-esque ignores him and keeps painting. The old man contemplates the painted wall. Suddenly, a scorpion’s tale shoots out from his bum and swats the can from Basquiat-esque’s hand. “Sonny,” he warns, “you better have a damn good reason why you’re painting my friend on this wall.” Basquiat-esque bends over (not like that!), picks up a sawed-off shotgun, and blows Scorpion Man away. Blood splatters across the wall, dusting a painting of Vex forcing the vampire Siegfried, sans hand, to stake himself.
Credits.
At Hilton Hovel (drink!), Bo and Doctor Lauren are sitting on the couch together and there’s a large dose of Awkward! in the air. The doc pulls her legs up, bumping Bo and then apologizes for it. Sure, doc. Bo casually offers for Doctor Lauren to stretch her legs out across Bo’s lap. After a pause, she does and Bo carefully lays her hand across the doc’s calves. “It’s like couch yoga!” she chirps, vainly trying to diffuse the tension.
Kenzi powerwalks into the room. Immediately, Doctor Lauren drops her legs and Bo sits up straight like they just got caught making out by Mom. Kenzi wants to see “Succuface” in the kitchen for a minute. “I think I saw a rat.”
As Bo joins her, we can see a lion and lioness on the TV screen, with the voice of Jungle Jeeves narrating. Hee. I love that. Bo insists that she knows what Kenzi’s thinking and that “it’s” strictly platonic. “I don’t care if it’s platonic,” Kenzi whispers harshly. “I don’t care if it’s slutonic. We are harboring a fugitive from The Ash!” Apparently, she wasn’t whispering low enough because Doctor Lauren’s head swirls in their direction. Kenzi and Bo fake smile at her before Bo tells Kenzi in an equally harsh whisper that she is well aware of what they’re doing! Kenzi wants to know what she’s going to do about it. “Something clever,” Bo says, “that I haven’t quite figured out yet!”
Kenzi says she gets it that Bo loves having the doc around but that she hopes Bo doesn’t let her feelings keep her from dealing with “this little situation that we’re in!” Bo: “You know I liked it better when I was the mom.” Kenzi: “Oh honey. You were never the mom.” Ha!
In a sleek, cold, high-rise building, The Morrigan is giving orders to her admin as they enter her office. Hey! Look who’s back! And she brought her spleen too! “Look who it is!” shouts Vex who is lounging in a leather visitor’s chair. Vex!! Vex is in da house! Holla! “The most beautiful creature God’s poet ever penned and her boss, The Morrigan!” The Admin looks wary, but The Morrigan rolls her eyes as she sits behind her desk and asks “Bianca” whether “they” had a meeting scheduled with Vex. Bianca shakes her head. Vex, who’s dressed almost benignly for him in Dyson-esqe black on black on black (though being Vex, they’re black leather pants), says he thought he’d drop in for a bit of tête á tête. He’s far too casual for this not to be monstrously important and The Morrigan immediately pings on that, asking tersely what’s on his mind.
“Bit of a pickle,” Vex says, tossing some photos on the desk before her. “I don’t suppose you would know why one of your human artists would paint a naughty picture of me killing a vampire we both knew and despised, a vampire I dispatched at your behest, I might add?”
It’s a right piece of nasty business, he says, “short of steel and silver to the face.” He adds that Scorpion Man has been around since the Babylonian empire “not to mention a personal friend of mine. So I guess the photos are of Scorpion Man’s dead body. Vex wonders pointedly if “Jason” is around some place and starts to facetiously call for him. “Jason! Oh Jason, lovie!”
Show! Less than four minutes and we have names for all three fae of the day! Get on with your bad self now!
“VEX!” The Morrigan snarls. “It’s just a painting, darling,” she mewls, dialing back. Vex reminds her, dropping the pretense of amusement, that as the owner of several clubs he has a human reputation to uphold, which includes the pesky politics of liquor licenses and city councils. He marvels at how Jason got a hold of top-secret information to paint for the whole world to see. “I don’t suppose you let something slip,” he sneers at The Morrigan as he leans over the desk, “while he was slipping you something.”
“Vex, Vex, Vex,” The Morrigan chides. “If you forget your place, you could lose a lot more than your liquor license.” Vex steps back, hands raised and vows he would never do that. The Morrigan promises that if there is a leak, she will find it and Jason will get what he deserves. Vex demands, “if it would please you,” that when she finds Jason, he wants to be allowed to conduct the interrogation. “And I want a dragon to heat my pool!” The Morrigan mocks. Vex glares but knows he’s beat and struts away. Can we please have the Vex and Morrigan show, stat?!
As soon as he’s clear of the office, The Morrigan erupts, clearing her desk with a livid swipe of her arm. Bianca, who has observed all of this silently, flinches. Breathing heavily, The Morrigan wonders how Jason could’ve done this to her. “That mess,” she spits at Bianca, “is not going to clean itself up!”
As Bianca picks up the mess, a calmer Morrigan asks if the admin thinks Vex is happy with his position. After a pause, Bianca suggests that he could want to move up if The Morrigan herself was deposed, try for her position. “Get your coat,” The Morrigan orders. “I need you to fetch something.”
At Hilton Hovel (drink!), Jungle Jeeves himself is now on the flat screen. All three ladies are on the couch, Kenzi holding down the middle, grinning and utterly delighted by JJ. A visibly unhappy Doctor Lauren and pissed off Bo flank her.
Hark! There’s a knock on the door! Bo opens it to find Bianca, who says her employer would like to know if Bo is available to take a meeting. Naturally, Bo has no idea who Bianca is talking about.
Cut back to The Morrigan who is telling some douchebag musician that his career had a serious case of ED before she took him on, “so I say it’s time for you to show me the love.” She pushes a contract across the desk toward him. So she’s an agent? That kinda makes sense, actually. “There’s no way,” DBM says firmly as Bo and Bianca enter the office, “I’m signing away my royalties to you.” As he stands, The Morrigan shoots a look at Bianca and she touches DBM’s hand. “You should reconsider,” she suggests. Framed between them, Bo watches as, through her touch, Bianca feeds succubus-like energy into DM. “This is everything you’ve ever wanted.” DBM hesitates. “Maybe I should reconsider.” He sits back down and picks up the pen. “I mean, it’s all I’ve ever wanted,” he says, signing the contract while Bianca smiles. “I am so delighted you think so,” The Morrigan tells him smugly. They kiss/kiss and he leaves. Bo observes the entire scene with trepidation.
The Morrigan immediately chastises Bianca for double booking her tomorrow, making her shuffle her own appointments. Bianca apologizes with abject misery and scuttles away. “Wow,” Bo marvels. “And to think if I had aligned myself to the dark fae, you could’ve treated me like that too.” The Morrigan tells her not to worry about Bianca as she is irreplaceable. “Having a Seniatta around when negotiating my artists’ ‘principles’ is a must. Besides, if I don’t bust her chops once in a while she gets lazy.” At Bo’s question, The Morrigan explains that a Seniatta is an Italian fae who can control human’s inner motivations. “I’ll give you one as a signing bonus if you join the dark side,” she offers.
Aggravated, Bo hopes that isn’t why she was brought her in. The Morrigan explains that one of her rising stars, Jason Baines, a human painter, has gone and killed a dark fae elder and painted some sensitive fae information in public. She needs Bo to figure out what is going on. Bo wonders why The Morrigan is tasking her for this and the dark fae leader grudgingly admits that there seems to be a leak in her camp and she isn’t sure who she can trust. “Since you’re alone, you’re all I have. So find the boy and bring him to me.” Bo hands back the picture of Jason, telling The Morrigan that she’s not in the habit of rounding up humans so they can be killed. The Morrigan admits that she doesn’t want Jason killed and when Bo prompts her as to why, she reluctantly and with some embarrassment admits that she seems to have fallen in love with him. I don’t buy it; I can see The Morrigan enjoying him as a pet, but love? No way. More likely she knows this is the tact to take to get Bo to help her, soft sell that she can be. It doesn’t look like Bo quite believes her either, but as The Morrigan hands the photo over again she picks it up, tacitly agreeing to help.
At The Dal (drink!) a wary Trick is trying to advise Bo, who has apparently either collected Kenzi along the way or met her at the bar. I’m going with option #2. “I’d say don’t take the job if I thought you had any intention of taking my advice, but since you don’t—” Bo thanks him, I guess for being her source again as he goes on to tell her a few things about her “tender-hearted friend, The Morrigan. She’s a Leanan sidhe.” Kenzi: “The country singer?” Trick: “A fae seductress. She inspires artists and makes them great and feeds off their genius. An evil muse if you will.” Bo finds this a convenient skill for an agent. Trick adds that she eventually drives the artist mad and into an early grave. Kenzi: “Any self destructive rock stars we know and love happen to have dated one of these leanan sidhes?” Trick, with a raised eyebrow of hell yeah: “No comment.”
As Bo thanks him again and gets up to leave, Trick warns her that Jason has killed a dark fae and may be suffering a complete breakdown, which makes him totally unpredictable. “Be careful,” he cautions.
Bo and Kenzi stroll down the graffiti-strewn alley. Holding up the photo of the picture of Vex killing Siegfried, Bo notes that this must be the place as there’s one section of the wall that has been completely painted over with grey paint. “Way to cover the evidence!” Kenzi complains. “No one in the fae world watches CSI?” Tweaking the photo, she admits that she likes Jason’s tag as his lines are awesome. “Oh, is little Miss Ragamuffin also a patron of the arts?” Bo gives some light snark. Kenzi defends herself “You live on the street as long as I did, you meet a lot of riff raff and they all think they’re artists!” It interests me to see that Kenzi has a backpack strapped on, one from which the wrapped hilt of a sword can be seen sticking out. What is she, a pack horse? Bo, naturally, remains unburdened.
Pointing to other pictures, Bo wishes she knew who the tags belonged to as one of the other artist might know where to find Jason. “Oh balls,” Kenzi moans. “I sorta know the massive A-hole tool who painted this one.” Bo wonders if she knows where they can find this A-hole. “Yes,” Kenzi sighs heavily. “Follow me.” As they turn the corner, Vex slips out behind them from his hiding place behind a fold of the painted wall. Unless he suddenly beamed down from somewhere there is no way our ladies walked down that alley without walking right past him. Eh—whatever.
Kenzi and Bo walk down a, for once, crowded street. Looks like some kind of street fair is going on. Kenzi points out the A-hole tool in question and calls out to Tryst, who calls her “Girlie.” Tryst boasts he knew Kenzi would come crawling back and then immediately puts her on hold to finish his sale. Bo, disgusted, “You dated that tool?” Kenzi, horrified: “NO! He bought me a hot dog once. And he ate most of it.”
Tryst asks if Kenzi came back to “make things right.” Kenzi tells him they’re looking for this guy and Bo hands over Jason’s picture as Kenzi asks if Tryst knows him. Tryst claims they were like brothers and that he used to spot for him. “Jason made it to the bigs. Signed with some hot as balls agent lady. Booked him some real legit shows. J was making mad dollar bills.” Kenzi snarks that Jason dumped Tryst’s ass, but Tryst insists that they stayed tight until Jason suddenly started acting crazy, “started doing stuff I ain’t never seen before.” Bo wants details and when Tryst describes some of it, Bo wonders if it was due to drugs, but Tryst insists that Jason didn’t even drink. He adds that it makes him sad as he was Jason’s Artful Dodger when he first hit the street, always keeping him out of trouble. “You never read Oliver Twist, did you?” Bo asks. “Maybe. What kind of stuff he write?” Tryst responds. They thank him and leave. Tryst calls out to Kenzi when she’s going to let him paint her Titanic style, all tasteful-like. Bo smacks Kenzi shoulder playfully as she and Kenzi look back, giggling, while Tryst continues to shout that he’s tattooed Kenzi’s digits over his heart. It’s a sweet, totally girl, totally best friend’s moment.
At The Dal (drink!), Kenzi sings out to Trick as she stalks up to the bar. “Trickster! Tell me you’ve got some magical booze that can erase the last 15 minutes of my life! Please!” “Yep. Tequila,” he says, pulling out a glass and filling it with the same. As he pours, Bo downloads him that Jason is slowly going crazy thanks to The Morrigan and somehow slipped away and is painting fae secrets around town. The why is less clear. Kenzi wonders if maybe he wised up and is trying to warn other artists through his paintings. Bo: “To not get involved with the dark fae? It’s a pretty lucid plan for a nut job.” As Kenzi’s cell goes off, Bo thinks things are not adding up.
Kenzi takes a look at her cell screen and moans. “He did it. He totally tattooed my digits over his heart!” Bo grabs the phone from her and Tryst tells her that he ran into Jason but when he tried to reminisce, Jason hit him in the face with the butt end of a shotgun. He tells Bo Jason was headed toward the west end of the city where they used to paint in an alley way behind a fancy hotel. When Bo thanks him, he demands she put Kenzi on the phone as he broke his nose helping them. “I could use a sexy nurse, you know what I—hello?”
Hanging up the phone, Bo tells Kenzi to come on. Kenzi downs her drink and picks up her coat, pointing a finger at Trick. “You. The man.” He certainly is. Exeunt Kenzi.
Powerwalking down yet another painted alley, Bo kicks a rotting melon out of her way and complains about the rancid filth they’ve been walking through on this gig. “Why can’t street artists paint in a park or at a spa?!” Kenzi: “Is it time for your nap, my darling?” Bo bitches that this is the third alley they’ve been in and she was really hoping they would have found Jason by now and she could go home and—“And be platonic with Lauren, right?” Kenzi finishes all too casually. Bo cops to it, saying it’s hard having Doctor Lauren at Hilton Hovel and not taking advantage of the situation. “And meanwhile Dyson is holed up with the most perfect specimen of fae womanhood ever, and good for him.” It’s Okay, honey. We know you don’t really mean that. It does explain the distinct and tragic absence of the wolf boy this week, however. “And The Morrigan!” Bo continues. “She’s all in love! I mean, she’s kind of feeding off his brain, but she’s in love nonetheless! And where am I?! I’m trudging through old cabbage!” Kenzi’s expressions during this tirade are a thesis of things not said.
As they pause at the end of the alley, they hear the distinctive sound of someone shaking a can of spray paint. Turning the corner, they find Jason crouched before a wall. Kenzi calls out to him all friendly like, but Jason freaks out, pulling up the shotgun and ratcheting a round. Bo barely tackles a stunned Kenzi to the ground before Jason fires, hitting the wall behind them. He runs past them around the corner…and straight into Vex.
“There you are my little crumpet!” Vex greets him. Jason raises the shotgun, but Vex mesmers the painter. “It’s not nice to point,” he chides. He spins Jason around in a broad circle and giggles as he forces the painter to point the gun at his own chin.
Bo comes running around the corner. “Vex, stop it,” she orders, shoving him out of the way and grabbing the gun from Jason. Vex attacks Bo, pushing her back with his power and she drops the gun. Jason picks the gun up and runs for it as Vex forces Bo’s hands around her throat. “When are you going to learn not to interfere in dark fae business?!” he demands. He forces two fingers of her other hand up to her eye. “Maybe you’re just not seeing things as they are,” he threatens.
From behind him, Kenzi shoves the sword between Vex’s legs and up against his crotch. “Scuse me Vex? Dude? Look, I know you’re all powerful and could probably take me down too,” here Vex hilariously glances down at the sword poking out from his groin, “but if you do, your boys are coming with me.”
Vex releases Bo and steps forward off of the sword in the same motion. “Let’s have a chat. Fancy a shot?” he asks Kenzi as Bo gasps for air. Somebody’s been paying attention to our girl’s favorite pastime! “First round’s on me,” he offers, striding off. The women look bewildered at the violent change in demeanor that is Vex’s modus operendi, but follow in his wake. As they charge down the alley where Jason had been painting, Bo notices that he’s put a new image up over the grey covering paint. Ah, so it is the same damn alley. This one is of The Morrigan herself in that tight red dress and leather jacket from “Faetal Justice,” holding a dagger aloft moments before she murders someone. Bo pauses and takes a picture of the—er—picture with her phone.
At The Dal (drink!), Vex plops down across from Bo and Kenzi and puts drinks on the table in front of them. “Now. Why are you two messing around with an ongoing dark fae investigation?” Bo explains how she was hired by The Morrigan to bring Jason in alive. She asks what he’s doing and Vex shrugs that he was just having a laugh with him. “Oh! That’s such a funny joke! And how does that end, exactly?” Kenzi asks. “With me interrogating that little pisss-ant to find out how he knew very sensitive dark fae information,” he snaps, dropping the façade.
Bo wants to know why he doesn’t just wait until she returns Jason to The Morrigan and interrogate him then. Vex laughs without humor and decides to let them in on a secret. The Morrigan is afraid of Vex’s popularity with the dark fae elders, which exceeds her own. “She’s just devious enough to orchestrate this little mess to bring me down!” Bo asks how The Morrigan would do that and Vex points out that she is Jason’s muse, pulling his little puppet strings. He offers Bo a deal: she turns Jason over to him instead of The Morrigan and he’ll see to it that “a very large sum of money finds its way into the pockets of your tight, tight pants.” He says this last with a leer at Bo’s legs and a wink. Of course Bo is not going to help him murder Jason, though Vex scoffs “Blood oath, he won’t die.” He just wants to see if his suspicions are right. “And then?” Bo asks. “I’ll hand Jason back and you can buy a place with walls!” He stands and with an ugly, furious look on his face, downs his drink, slamming the glass onto the table in temper before leaving.
“Ya know, I wouldn’t mind living pretty on Monsieur Freakshow’s dime,” Kenzi admits. With Vex gone, Bo pulls out her phone and holds up the shot of The Morrigan painting to show Kenzi. “What do you think? Happened already or yet to happen?” Either way, Bo doesn’t like it. She sends Kenzi back to Hilton Hovel while she goes to have a little chat with her new employer. Kenzi, natch, finishes her drink first.
At Hilton Hovel (drink!), Doctor Lauren is on her laptop as Kenzi enters and sits down next to the computer on the coffee table. “Let’s cut the crap,” she tells Doctor Lauren with no preamble. “I know you did a really nice thing helping Bo against her mom, but you also spy-banged her for The Ash and broke her heart.” Oh Kenzi, I’d give you a big, wet, sloppy kiss for that alone if I could. Doctor Lauren says nothing. What can she say against the truth after all? And no, I am not missing the parallels between this conversation and the one Kenzi had with Dyson at the cop shop back in “Dead Lucky.”
“She really likes you,” Kenzi reveals to the doc with emphasis. “So, if you hurt my best friend again? One day in the future, anthropologists will find your skeleton in an unmarked grave with a massive, massive life-ending blow to your head by a totally awesome chick that rhymes with frenzy. OK?” And she pats Doctor Lauren on the leg.
But this is a rare occasion when the doc is prepared to strike back. She tells Kenzi that she gets the whole best friend routine. “But if you’re trying to be the only human in Bo’s life, you’re not being a friend at all. You’re being selfish.”
OK, first of all, no. You’re in the wrong here, doc, and thus you do not get to take shots like that. Also, if she was trying to be the only human in Bo’s life, there are lots of other, more expedient ways to do that, like, say, telling The Ash where he can find his wayward human doctor. Warning you what will happen if you betray her best friend—again—is not selfish especially as you are not Bo’s only lover to be so warned and the other one wasn’t even human. So, shut up, Doctor Lauren.
Before Kenzi can retaliate, there’s a forceful knock at the door. True to character, Doctor Lauren immediately hides while Kenzi goes to answer it, revealing two muscle men with unfriendly guises. Before she can do more than grin sickly and ask if she can help them, Lachlan comes into view. Finally! “Oh boy,” Kenzi grimaces.
Lachlan strides in without invitation. “I love what you haven’t done with the place,” he drawls. Ha. Kenzi tries to brush this off, but knows she’s in deep shit. He tells Kenzi he’s looking for Lauren and she says she hasn’t seen the doc in ages. For a street-wise Goth con artist, Kenzi is a terrible liar. “Is that so?” Lachlan sneers with a laugh. He asks Kenzi what it’s like being someone’s pet. “I do hope Bo keeps you on a very tight leash.” Ash-hole. “Humans tend to run wild and make a mess of the place. Some are so out of control, they need to be – put. down.” This is a clear threat and Kenzi knows it. She’s trembling in place, struggling to keep control of herself for Doctor Lauren’s sake and that’s for Bo’s sake. Selfish. Sure.
“Well,” she tries with a laugh. “There are more than a few fae I would like to see put down too.” Goon #1 steps forward and takes her by the throat, lifting her off her feet as she struggles for air. “Except this one?” Kenzi grits out. “He’s awesome.” Her feet start to kick as he strangles her.
Doctor Lauren finally steps out from hiding. Sure you don’t want to take a little more time there, doc? “Let her go,” she demands. “That’s why I love humans,” Lachlan tells Goon #1 conversationally, who is still strangling Kenzi. “Whistle loud enough and they come.”
Lachlan crosses the room to stand in front of a shaking Doctor Lauren. “You’re overstepping your authority by attacking Bo’s human and you know it,” Doctor Lauren tells Lachlan. “Put her down or what’s left of the light fae elders will hear about this.”
“It’s merely out of the thinnest wisp of respect for Bo and her territory that I haven’t had you dragged out by your hair this very second,” Lachlan grits out, the veneer of civility stripped away by his fury. Doctor Lauren flinches because she knows he speaks the truth and could do nothing about it if he so chose. He gives her 24 hours to “wiggle your little rear end back home,” or her special research project goes dark. “I’ll pull the plug and you can say goodbye –” “I’ll be there,” Doctor Lauren interrupts before he can reveal her secret before Kenzi.
“Very good,” Lachlan notes back in executive mode. He glances around Hilton Hovel with amused distain then takes his leave, telling Goon #1 to put Kenzi down as he passes. Kenzi gasps for breath and closes the door behind them. In a broken voice, Doctor Lauren apologizes to Kenzi for bringing her problems into Kenzi’s home. “Are you really going back to him?” Kenzi asks, incredulous. Doctor Lauren’s face is the picture of misery, a woman caught in an untenable situation for reasons she dare not reveal to anyone.
Bo is on her cell at The Morrigan’s office. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, he did what?!” she says then tells Kenzi to just sit tight. Inside, Bianca is helping The Morrigan try on some fabulous shoes. “Hello and goodbye,” Bo says. She’s out; job’s become too messy. After The Morrigan dismisses Bianca, Bo tells her she has way more important things to worry about than dark fae politics and “I will not help you put Jason into an early grave with your evil musing or whatever.” The Morrigan wasn’t aware of any politics and Bo updates her on Vex’s suspicions and the proposition he made to make her rich, “right after he tried to make me poke my own eyes out!”
In a surprise move, The Morrigan agrees that it’s perfectly reasonable that Bo wants out, given all that. “Of course, if you do find Jason, I’ll give you the key to fixing Lauren’s situation with The Ash for good.” Ohhh. You wicked fae.
Bo is powerwalking her way down the office hallways as Bianca races to catch up with her, checking to see if Bo is okay. Bo asks how Bianca can stand working for The Morrigan, but Bianca insists it’s a great job, high profile with the opportunity to meet great artists and important people. “Evony is hard on me, but she does give me the tools to make it in this business.” To Bo’s question, Bianca clarifies that The Morrigan is only a title; Evony is actually The Morrigan’s name. “Evony Fleurette Marquise.” Wow. She gave over that information easily. Bianca tells Bo that she came to Evony as an artist, a painter, but The Morrigan saw her real ability, “my potential to sway the weak minded and that is my ticket to the top of the art world.” Bo presses the elevator button again impatiently and asks if Bianca ever misses painting. Even though the smile drops from her face, Bianca insists that she doesn’t. “I was never any good.” She extends her hand and thanks Bo for trying to find Jason and extends her apologies that Bo won’t be continuing to work for them. Bo shakes her hand but corrects her, saying that she’s going to go after the kid full throttle now. “You seemed so adamant,” Bianca points out, clearly disappointed to hear this news. With a weary sigh, Bo admits that The Morrigan has powers of persuasion herself. “She made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.” Make sure it doesn’t involve a horse’s head, kiddo.
At Hilton Hovel (drink!), Doctor Lauren is taking my meme to heart, waiting for Bo with a glass of red wine in hand. “Everyone okay?” Bo asks breathlessly as she stalks in. “We’re fine,” Doctor Lauren reassures her. “Where’s Kenzi?!” Bo demands and Doctor Lauren points out where Kenzi has passed out on the couch. “She drank some wine.” I would’ve drunk a whole barrel myself after that encounter with The Ash-hole.
Bo pulls over a barstool and with a broad smile tells the doc that she thinks she has some really, really good news. But the doc stops her, saying she appreciates everything Bo’s doing for her, “but I’m going to go back to The Ash’s compound.” She insists she can’t put Kenzi and Bo take this kind of heat. Bo assures her that she may not have to go back for long as if she finds Jason, “The Morrigan will tell me how to free you from this thing that’s tying you to The Ash.”
Doctor Lauren swallows, but strangely does not erupt with joy at this news. “That’s really something,” she allows. She cautiously asks if The Morrigan gave Bo any specifics, and Bo says no, but The Morrigan did give her blood oath. I must have missed that part. Doctor Lauren breathes a sigh of relief and Bo clearly thinks it’s due to her news. I think it’s more likely the doc is relieved The Morrigan has yet to tell Bo the particulars about Doctor Lauren’s bond to The Ash, which indicates that it’s a doozy.
“And yet, you don’t look as excited as I am,” Bo finally pauses to observe. Doctor Lauren insists that she is, but stumbles over her words, eventually pointing out that they don’t have any guarantees how this is going to turn out. Clasping her hands, Bo earnestly promises she isn’t going to let anything happen to Doctor Lauren and the doc smiles sadly. “I know that you’ll try,” she says. “But tomorrow I’ll be gone. Maybe forever.” She goes for broke, leaning forward and kissing Bo who returns it. “I need to know that this isn’t about you getting over Dyson,” she says. Bo says no, “this” is about the two of them. Because there is no getting over Dyson, right? RIGHT?! Oh, all right, fine!
Oh crap, I have to recap this. Piffle.
Okay. Never say I can’t be fair and give somewhat equal time. Bo kisses Doctor Lauren passionately and they’re off to the races. Upstairs, still macking, they strip off their own shirts. Bo thrusts Doctor Lauren back onto the bed then grabs her knees and yanks her back across the mattress so she’s standing between the doc’s thighs. Together they take off Doctor Lauren’s pants. Bo climbs onto the bed and straddles Doctor Lauren, pulling her tank and bra down before they start making out some more. Doctor Lauren rears up and does the same to Bo leaving them in a topless clinch. I have to say this is some mighty skilled camera angles and editing cuts to show the skin and miss the full on boobalege. Their limitations here, however, likewise limit how much and how long this particular love scene goes on.
There’s more macking, more skin, more hot, partially-naked, carefully shot clinches, some belly kissing, and a few seconds later, we have Bo and Doctor Lauren at rest in the bed, Bo spooning the doc like a good alpha. In what I guess is now morning, Bo wakes and gazes down on a sleeping Doctor Lauren, stroking her face with affection before leaning over and kissing her cheek.
In the leather vest and boots, Bo trundles down the stairs sporting a mile-wide grin. “Come on, get up!” she orders a sleeping Kenzi with a rousing smack on her ass. Kenzi wakes with a gasp as Bo rummages through the kitchen. “Uggggghhhh,” Kenzi moans, her eyes landing on the bottles she emptied the night before. “Move it! Move the ugly booze!” Bo oddly infused with energy, again demands that Kenzi get with it and heads back to the couch to help sporting two cups of coffee. Kenzi groans that Bo should go away. “I feel like a wet dog moved into my mouth and had puppies.”
Sitting on the table, Bo thanks Kenzi with feeling for standing up to The Ash and defending Doctor Lauren. “You are a superstar. I owe you huge.” Kenzi: “Yeah well if they had stayed two more seconds, I would’ve given them a massive beat down, Russian-mafia style.” Bo picks up the empties and moves them into the kitchen. “Where are you going?” Kenzi asks on a yawn. Bo says it’s actually “we” and they’re meeting Hale at The Dal. “Some come on, get up, get ready,” she demands. Kenzi slowly sits up, eyeing Bo. “You’re buying me breakfast. And Trick better have pancakes because Mama needs some serious carbs to soak up Senor Mombeck.”
Kenzi slowly makes her way into the bathroom only to stop in her tracks at the sight of Doctor Lauren at the sink, toothbrush in hand and wearing Bo’s red kimono. Hey! That’s my kimono, bitch! Ahem.
“Toothpaste?” the doc asks Kenzi, neatly mirroring Dyson on his first morning after with Bo. Kenzi, glaring at Doctor Lauren, points to the doc’s left. “Footlocker,” she says, again. Doctor Lauren takes a deep breath but only thanks her. Still glaring (with Dyson she was grinning, just saying), Kenzi goes en pointe, closes her eyes, and pirouettes her way out of view of the doc before she pantomimes vomiting. Resigned, she leaves the room. I’m going to have to watch Black Swan just to see that girl dance for real.
At The Dal (drink!), a sunglasses-wearing Kenzi is pouring a river of syrup over a stack of pancakes while Bo looks on smiling. Across from them, Hale asks if she wants some pancakes with that syrup. “One more word,” Kenzi proclaims, setting the syrup dish down with a snap. “One more word and I’m having Siren with my syrup.” Hale shakes his head. “You’re getting nasty in your old age.” Bo explains that Kenzi fell into two bottles of wine last night. Hale sets down his tea and pushes cup and saucer aside. “Here,” he tells Kenzi reaching for her hands. “Ahhh,” he chides went she tries to shake him off. “Check this out.” He drums up a soft whistle and aims it at Kenzi who stretches back in pleasure as it rolls over her. “Oh. My,” she exhales as he finishes. Slowly she removes her sunglasses and tests her eyes out on the world. “Oh my God, my headache is gone,” she observes with wonder. “How did you do that?” Hale, matter-of-fact as the resumes his tea, “I got skills.” Yes you do, baby.
Kenzi gapes at him. “Will you marry me?” she asks. Hale, without missing a beat, “Nah, you drink too much.” Y’all it has been too, too long since we’ve had this precious amount of Hale and Kenzi action together. Love, love, love, love, love it.
Bo casually asks Hale how his old buddy Dyson is doing. Visibly uncomfortable, Hale tries for equal casualness and fails. He so hates being caught between them. “He’s good, you know, working hard, going to the gym.” (And there was much rejoicing!) Bo: “And that pretty blonde?” Hale: “Ooh. Ahh. Ciara! Yeah. She’s around.” I’m not sure whether Bo is genuinely trying to make sure Dyson is doing all right or looking to verify that her bedroom hijinks with Doctor Lauren are all okey dokey since he’s off sorting out his issues by banging his past – I mean, Ciara. I suspect it’s a bit of both. “Awesome,” Bo chirps, and she’s really trying to sell it, at least to herself. “Yeah, that’s awesome.” Kenzi’s expressions during this interaction are a mix of shared uncomfortable pain with Hale and sad, resigned pain on Bo’s behalf because she knows her bestie hurts over the whole Dyson/Ciara thing, no matter who she might be banging herself at the moment.
The Awkward! niceties out of the way, Bo confesses that she could really use Hale’s police expertise on her case. “How do you find someone who could be anywhere?” Interesting. Even just one episode ago, she wouldn’t have hesitated before dialing up Dyson first for this kind of help. Already, she and the wolf boy are subtly and subconsciously drawing lines between each other now that they’re each sexing up with someone else. Damn it.
“Ah,” Hale says. “Sounds like you need to see The Eye.” Bo is confused: “The Eye?” Kenzi: “Any relation to The Schnoz?” Hale asks that they give him a sec and goes to make a call. Kenzi remarks, amazed, that she seriously feels so much better and proves it by helping herself to Hale’s tea. “Gimme a pancake,” Bo says, reaching for the plate.
Kenzi and Bo are shooting pool as they wait for Hale. He finally returns and says that he brought “him” and “he’s” agreed to help. “Now when you meet him,” Hale advises, “just...roll with it.” Bo: “Roll with what?”Hale explains that The Eye is fae and snoops for his own kicks independently and not even close to legally. “He likes seeing into places he maybe has no business seeing into, if you catch my drift.” Kenzi: “Seeing how far into places are we talking here?” Hale says he and Dyson use The Eye’s special expertise sometimes for police work, so they tend to cut him some slack. “But sometimes I just think the price is too high,” he admits. The guy is in the corner and he’s waiting for them, “so have fun!” Bo stops Hale from leaving and asks if he isn’t going to go with them to talk to the fae. Hale: “Ah, no, I gotta work to do, and I just got this back from the cleaners.” Exeunt Hale.
Warily, Bo and Kenzi make their way over to where The Eye is waiting. A large man huddles behind three laptop screens: the one on the left features two animation dragons humping. Classy. When Bo prods him, he slams the left and the right one shut quickly, leaving only the center laptop open. “Ladies. What a delicious climax to my anticipation, though to be honest, I’m not accustomed to enjoining counsel until the second stroke of midday.” Did we step into fare thee well territory when I wasn’t looking? Bo points out that it’s two o’clock in the afternoon. So I guess everyone slept-in at Hilton Hovel then. That or it took Hale a good while to track down The Eye who appears to have been loitering in the bar all this while anyways. Sigh. Say it with me. Eh – whatever.
Did I mention that The Eye actually only has one eye, though, unlike a Cyclops, it is on the left side of his face? No? Well, there you go. The right side of his face has a strip of flesh covering where the eye socket would naturally be. Hence his moniker.
“My heavens! The tall one is right. ‘Tis the bigger fool am I for lost the track of time I did whilst seizing the castle.” He glances down at his lap with this, so I feel I can safely say that finally, here, this is in fact a euphemism. “Can I interest you fair maidens in some shared libation?” This is enough for Kenzi who drops her patronizing smile and tells him that there are not into that. Bo pulls out Jason’s picture and explains how they’re looking for the young man.
“I see,” The Eye says and then giggles uproariously at his own joke pointing to his only eye. “As for remuneration, I sure we can work something out that would be satisfying to us all, yes.” He leers at the woman during this and though they agree, they exchanged grossed out looks.
As The Eye scans multiple CCTV images on his laptop screen, his solo orb enlarges to fill a full third of his face. Bo leans over to see what he’s looking at just as The Eye zooms in on Jason comp squatting in the corner of yet another alley. Bo begins to enter I don’t know what into her phone because there are no identifying details on the screen, but whatever. The Eye objects, saying they have yet to discuss his payment. Bo asks what he wants, which you should never, ever do, and, to Kenzi’s horror and Bo’s delight, The Eye asks after Kenzi’s “sitch.” “Doth the lady (she) be single?” Bo laughs, admitting that Kenzi is very much single. Kenzi instantly objects, saying she just started dating someone. “Really Kenzi?!” Bo says. “What’s his name, where does he live, and what does he do for work?” Before Kenzi can make something up, The Eye interrupts. “A kiss!” he exclaims. “One kiss. Tender, supple, and spare.” He goes on like this for a bit, spouting poetry, but the gist is he wants a kiss from Kenzi in payment. Bo, with no little amusement: “Oh wow. That was beautiful. I wish someone would write a poem like that for me.” The Eye, hilariously, checks his breath as she speaks. “Go for it, Kenzi, you lucky dog!”
“I can’t,” Kenzi hisses. “He smells like old pants!” Bo reminds her that Jason’s life hangs in the balance. “Now, nut up, sister!” she exhorts with a friendly swat on Kenzi’s bum. Kenzi’s grimaces but leans over the computer and gives The Eye a quick peck. You would think she went down on the fae from his reaction. He tells the ladies that they will find the man they’re looking for on the street of King. The ladies depart. The Eye: “Hate to see you go. Love to watch you leave.” Snort!
Bo and Kenzi are walking down a busy street in broad daylight. I – I – well I am just amazed that they aren’t sunburned given how much more daylight they’ve seen in this episode than any before it. “Do you know why I love working with you?” Kenzi asks rhetorically. “The glamour. I mean, who else gets to chase down a gun-wielding street artist and make out with a perverted Cyclops?! No one. That’s who.”
Bo shushes her with a warning to keep her eyes peeled for Jason just as the man himself jumps out behind them, gun at the ready. He demands to know why they are following him. Bo soothingly explains that she’s working for The Morrigan who sent Bo to find him and bring him back to her. But Jason doesn’t recognize the name “The Morrigan” so Bo clarifies that she means his agent, Evony. Pretty lucky Bianca told Bo The Morrigan’s real name, huh. Bo tells Jason to put the gun down and she’ll take him to Evony. But Jason reacts badly to this, yelling that he has something to do that has a beginning, middle and end to it. “We’re nearing the end, but I just can’t see it yet. I can’t. And when I paint, it’s like I’m not here anymore.” The gist is he can’t go back until he finishes, ‘kay?
He ratchets a shell, but suddenly barely audible murmurs begin to swirl through the soundtrack. Jason screams at them to leave him alone and Bo agrees but Jason yells no at her and then a moment, later, collapses to the ground seizing and flailing until he flails no more. Kenzi: “Looks like someone’s entered the surrealist phase of his career.” Not one of your best ones there, sweetie.
Bo leads the way into The Morrigan’s office, Jason at her heels. So I guess he recovered. I find it interesting that Bo deliberately never brings Kenzi with her to these meetings with the dark fae leader. As soon as he sees Evony, Jason sprints around Bo to embrace and kiss The Morrigan. For her part, The Morrigan seems to endure this like accepting the affection of a puppy ho she’s fond of, but not keeping. Bo points out that he’s safe and sound, “just barely, I might add,” and The Morrigan promptly sends Jason to his room, which, what?
The Morrigan says that she’ll just get what she owes Bo and reaches for a small box with a ribbon on it. Bo asks that in addition to that, The Morrigan let Jason go. “I know you’re in love with him, but this hold you have over Jason is killing him.” The Morrigan laughs, not kindly. “My God, you are naïve. I’m not in love with Jason! I just knew that was the only way to get a bleeding heart like you to help me.”
Toldja.
She goes on to explain that if she was to set Jason free, how would she find out exactly how Vex put him up to all this much less what kind of coup the mesmer is planning? She pushes the box across the table toward an extremely pissed off Bo. “Here’s the key to saving Nadia,” she says. Bo glares at The Morrigan but since she knows she has only herself to blame for believing her in the first place, picks up the box with temper. “The deal was to save Lauren,” Bo reminds her. The Morrigan, wearily: “Yes, but to save Lauren, you must first save Nadia.”
Bo asks who the hell is Nadia? The Morrigan feigns shock. “She didn’t tell you? Nadia is Lauren’s girlfriend.”
Bo is stunned by this information. Wait just a second there, missy! You mean Doctor Lauren has been lying to Bo all this while?! She slept with her – again – under false pretense – nope, I can’t even pretend to be surprised at this one. I never did trust that woman. Considering that Bo ripped Dyson a new one for failing to tell her about her mother Aoife, setting the stage for the events that would ultimately rip them apart, I hope she is equally hard assed with the doc for failing to disclose the pesky fact that she has a long-term girlfriend…somewhere. Though somehow, I’m not counting on it.
Back at The Morrigan’s office, the dark fae leader is no longer trying to hide her enjoyment of getting one over on Bo. This is what she’s been looking forward to since she first offered the information to Bo at the half way mark.
At Hilton Hovel (drink!), Bo slams inside to find a steaming Vex waiting for her in the vestibule. This is a nice touch since by fae law he is not allowed to encroach on her territory, i.e. enter her home, without her permission. I like that they put that in without explaining it, letting the audience catch it on their own – or not.
Vex demands to know why Bo didn’t bring Jason to him as they discussed. “He’s locked inside now and I can’t get near him!” Bo turns her fury on the only fae in reach. “We never had a deal,” she snarls at Vex. “And I am never working for the dark fae again!” She turns away, and then back to him again, givesing Vex a shove out of the doorway. “And why doesn’t anybody ever tell the truth!” Honey, the doc spy slept with you once for The Ash, a clear indicator of her character. You brought this on yourself a little bit by forgetting that.
Bo calls for Doctor Lauren as she enters the common room. In the kitchen, Kenzi removes her headphones and solemnly informs Bo that the doc is gone. Because she is an unselfish bestie, Kenzi takes no pleasure in this. In support, Kenzi asks if she can get Bo anything, but Bo confesses that she just wants to take a hot bath and wash this day away. “I am so glad this case is over.” Yeah, about that. Kenzi may have found something in Jason’s paintings. “Fantastic! I’m so happy right now, I could throw up,” Bo says.
Kenzi lays the photos of the paintings out on the table and points out that they are actually two panels of the same large painting where The Morrigan is stabbing Vex in the back as he forces Siegfried to kill himself. Bo: “So you’re saying that The Morrigan is going to try and kill Vex?” Kenzi: “And Jason somehow found out about it and painted it all over the city.”
Bo doesn’t think that makes sense. Kenzi insists that The Morrigan was in love with Jason and let it slip as pillow talk. Bo updates her on how The Morrigan lied about that part so Bo would take the case. Besides, The Morrigan would never let something that sensitive slip and especially not to a human. Kenzi wonders if this means it was Vex all along. “I don’t know,” Bo muses. “But somebody is pulling the puppet strings.” Still, as much of a jackhole as Vex is, Bo thinks he was honest about wanting to interrogate Jason to find out who put the human up to it all. “I mean, he gave me his blood oath!”
Kenzi posits that the mysterious puppet master got Jason to paint the picture of The Morrigan trying to kill Vex, so, “does that mean someone’s trying to frame The Morrigan?” Bo finishes the thought adding that, in the meantime they’d be toppling her from power, “by actually killing Vex,” Kenzi takes over to wind it all up. Great synergy there between them.
Bo takes a breath and asks why then did Jason have a total meltdown in front of them, then corrects herself to say that it was more than that, as though he resisting something, fighting back, “like someone was in his head trying to convince him –”
Hang on. Is that an epiphany I see coming over Bo? “Oh crap,” she says. Yep. Definitely an epiphany.
A blonde dominatrix is telling someone that yes, she does whip people, but only because they pay her. “Handcuffs, nipple clamps, angry yelling, sure. But murder?!” That’s not her thing. Besides, Vex has been a good client of hers for a very long time. She shoves the photo of Vex back across The Morrigan’s desk, only it’s Bianca who’s sitting there. She bypasses the photo to take her hand and feed some Seniatta juice into the blonde. “Yes, but haven’t you always wanted to take your talent to the next level?” she asks. After a pause, the blonde agrees, repeating Bianca’s words back to her. Bianca hands over a sword, telling the blonde that she’ll need it. Handily, the dominatrix is toting an enormous black bag into which the sword fits perfectly.
Robed and wearing a dog collar, Vex opens the door to the dominatrix and invites her in. Still under Bianca’s influence, she is all business. Vex compliments her outfit. The blonde smacks a crop in her hand and smacks him across the face, which naturally makes Vex laugh. He eagerly drops his robe, revealing several leather straps and metal buckles and links and prances up to a standing rack. Once she binds him to the rack, the blonde smacks Vex a few times with the crop, chiding him for being a stupid, stupid boy. Still chortling, Vex fake apologizes to “Mummy” while nodding his head for her to continue. The blonde promises that she has a surprise for him. Vex wiggles his hips expectantly as she stoops over and pulls out the sword. Sensing that All Is Not Well, Vex attempts to laugh it off while asking what she’s doing. He begins to struggle in vain against the bonds. “Have you lost your bleedin’ mind?!” he yells at her. Just as the blonde lunges for Vex’s crotch with the sword, Bo runs into the room and knocks it away with her own weapon.
“I don’t want to hurt you lady,” Bo tells the dominatrix. “Now step away from the pervert.” Line of the night there, ladies and gentlemen! Also, don’t miss the delicious irony that is Bo having to save Vex who she so desperately wanted to kill in “Vexed.”
Bo and the dominatrix start to fight as Kenzi rushes over to free Vex. After a couple of swings, it’s clear that a blonde under the influence has no sense of self preservation which makes her even deadlier and gives her the upper hand on Bo. Also, Bo is trying not to hurt her too much as she’s clearly not herself right now. “What kind of fae is this?!” Bo shouts to a still-bound Vex. “The human kind!” he shouts back.
Frantic, Kenzi struggles to get Vex loose. “Now get my hands free!” he yells at her. “Where’s the key?!” she yells back. “In the purse!” he shouts. Kenzi dumps the dominatrix’s purse. “I thought I had a lot of crap in my bag,” she mutters.
The blonde has Bo pinned on the stairs. “Kenzi! Hurry!” Bo shouts. Kenzi frees Vex just as the blonde is about to stab Bo is the throat and he instantly mesmers the blonde. “Decisions, decisions, decisions,” he mutters, pulling the dominatrix’s arm back and then thrusting it toward Bo’s throat again. “At times like this, one must always ask what would be the most FUN!” He forces the blonde to point the sword at her own throat.
Freed, Bo jumps up and yanks the sword from the dominatrix’s hand. “This one is innocent,” she tells Vex, finally getting a good look at him in his leather briefs, straps, links, socks and shoes. “And what the hell are you wearing?!” Vex pauses, then quickly cocks a hip and an eyebrow and poses. Ta da! Heeeeeeee.
Back at The Morrigan’s office, Evony is handing Bianca a folder. This time it’s Vex who leads the way in snarking all the way. “Your plan to murder me has failed. And in a lovely twist of irony, your friend the dominatrix now finds herself,” here he drops the sword on the desk in front of Bianca, “in bondage.”
The Morrigan is pissed and tightly tells Vex she’s had about enough of his accusations. But with a J’accuse! finger pointed at the admin, Vex clarifies that he means Bianca. Terrified, Bianca grabs the sword and gets to her feet as Bo expositions for us all how the admin has been influencing Jason to paint those pictures in order to frame The Morrigan and turn Vex against her. “Do you understand the war you could have started?” Vex asks in a dark voice.
Seeing the gig is up, Bianca accuses The Morrigan of treating her like a dog. She goes off on The Morrigan some more and how she stole Bianca’s dream of being a painter and that the Seniatta just needed to see her suffer for all those poor artists The Morrigan ruined. The Morrigan and Vex observe her tirade unmoved. “I was a painter!” she concludes, “and you took that from me. And I just wanted to make something beautiful.” She turns the sword on herself and while Bo protests, sticks it into her belly, dragging it upwards through to her breastbone to pierce her own heart. Vex steps back, whoa, slightly shocked and perhaps a tad impressed but The Morrigan never loses the amused smirk on her face. Bianca jerks the sword out and collapses against the window as, with a sickening sound, she slides to the floor in a pool of blood.
The Morrigan whirls to face Vex. “Let’s not fight anymore,” she says in a cutesy voice, as thought her admin didn’t just eviscerated herself before them. Vex promises The Morrigan they won’t. Bo, because she’s not a sociopath, runs to Bianca’s side. “As always,” Vex says bowing, “I am your loyal servant,” and he kisses The Morrigan’s hand to seal it as she simpers.
“You know,” he says straightening. “You really must come to my club for a good piss up. The whole VIP treatment on me.” The Morrigan: “I want four young men. Gorgeous.” Vex laughs. Of course she does. “As you wish,” he intones, blowing her kisses. Exeunt Vex.
The Morrigan calls down to maintenance and orders a cleaning crew to her office. “My assistant’s made a terrible mess.” Bo gets to her feet, horrified. “How can you be so callous?” she demands. “Why?” The Morrigan asks in return. “Did something just happen?” Bo accuses her of being sick and begins to leave until The Morrigan asks archly whether Bo gave Doctor Lauren the good news about her girlfriend yet. She faces Bo, preening. She knows Bo hasn’t said jack to Doctor Lauren; she probably knows the doc is back with The Ash. “I’m sorry I can’t walk you out,” The Morrigan minces to Bo. “I seem to be short staffed at the moment.” That lady is cold.
At Hilton Hovel (drink!), Bo and Kenzi have collapsed on the couch. “This was not a good day,” Bo admits baldly. Kenzi: “Cheer up, Mama Bear. We did snag ourselves a door prize!” and the camera pans over to show Jason bound and gagged in the arm chair. What, what the fae? How the hell did all 98 lbs of Kenzi manage to wrassle the young artist out of The Morrigan’s high rise? Yeesh – whatever!
Bo wonders why they have to keep Jason bound and gagged and Kenzi compares him to a heroin addict. “This boy’s got a one-way ticket to hot bitch rehab. We sneaky sneaky.” She offers Bo a fist bump, which she takes adding “boom” as Kenzi mimes an explosion. “Bring it back,” Kenzi orders, and they bump again. Because they are awesome.
Up in her bedroom, Bo solemnly contemplates the box The Morrigan gave her. Kenzi saunters in and admits that it’s weird, “not having the doc here. Just when I was getting used to her.” It’s an olive branch. She climbs onto the bed and contemplates her friend. “What’s up, babe?” she asks softly. Bo looks at her, her expression hard and full of angst. “Lauren stuff,” she admits, knowing that Kenzi doesn’t like to hear about Lauren stuff. “Did you get her pregnant?” Kenzi jokes and though Bo smiles a little, Kenzi can see that it’s wrong place wrong time and apologizes. Bo tells her how The Morrigan said that Doctor Lauren has a girlfriend. Kenzi immediately goes on the offensive, detailing how she warned the doc that if she pulled this shit with Bo again, Kenzi would bash in her head.
“I don’t know what to do!” Bo admits. “I mean, save her from The Ash, obviously.” Why is that obvious again? Oh yeah, because you’re the hero. Damn it, sometimes this hero business really sux. Bo wonders what she’s going to do after that, whether she should confront Doctor Lauren, or should she be mad, “do I even have the right to be mad?!” What the freakin’ fae is this?! HELL YES YOU DO!!
She wonders who this girlfriend is anyways and how come Doctor Lauren never said a word about her? Kenzi can’t believe she’s about to defend the doc, but thinks Bo should give her a chance to explain, suggesting maybe she has her reasons. Uh, where was all this peace, love, and understanding when it was Dyson and his secrets on the chopping block, hmmm? He’s not the only one who should have to play fair here. I call shenanigans!
At The Ash’s compound, Doctor Lauren walks across a shockingly white and sterile, climate-controlled room softly lit with blue gels. She circles a large pod. Oh, so Nadia is a pod person! That explains her appeal to the doc. “Hey babe,” Doctor Lauren says to the woman in the pod. “I just wanted you to know I’m working very hard.” Yeah, sure, if by that you mean working hard to get into Bo’s pants while hiding from The Ash at her house thus putting your girlfriend’s life in jeopardy, the same girlfriend you’ve been lying about by omission from the start. Oh, that’s not what you meant? My bad. “I’m still trying to help you,” she tells ComaNadia. “I promise.”
“You know, if you could meet Bo, you’d really like her,” Doctor Lauren continues. Don’t kid yourself, doc; she really wouldn’t. “She’s such a good person. She’s so trustworthy. She’s this big huge heart. She’s strong. She’s so strong.” She is definitely all these things, but perhaps Doctor Lauren should have thought of all this before she screwed Bo over. Twice. “And she takes care of me. Imagine that. Somebody taking care of me for a change.” Sobbing, she bends over, crouching down until she can lay her head on the pod above Nadia’s.
End Credits.
New Fae Terms:
Leanan sidhe: A fae seductress, the leanan sidhe inspire artists while feeding off their genius. This eventually drives the artists mad and eventually to an early death.
Origin: Celtic
Seniatta: An Italian fae who can control and influence human’s inner motivations. A priceless addition to any cutthroat negotiations.
Origin: Italy
The Eye: Essentially a Cyclops, though his one remaining eye is not in the center of his forehead. Bit of a pervert. Likes to speak as though he’s at a Ren Faire. Has one eye that can see and process multiple things simultaneously. Has a tendency to observe things he shouldn’t.
Quotes of the Night:
Kenzi: I don’t care if it’s slutonic!
Bo: You know I liked it better when I was the mom. Kenzi: Oh honey, you were never the mom.
The Morrigan: And I want a dragon to heat my pool!
Kenzi: Trickster! Tell me you’ve got some magical booze that can erase the last 15 minutes of my life!
Kenzi to Vex: I know you’re all powerful and could probably take me down too, but if you do, your boys are coming with me.
Lachlan: I love what you haven’t done with the place.
Kenzi: I feel like a wet dog moved into my mouth and had puppies.
Kenzi: Will you marry me? Hale: Nah, you drink too much.
Bo: Nut up, sister!
Bo: Step away from the pervert!
Next week: Episode 7: Fae Gone Wild. Dyson is back! Though still a bit of a dumbass. Oh yeah and there’s stripping selkies. Something for everyone then.
Kiersten Hallie Krum writes smart, sharp & sexy romantic suspense. Find her snarking her way across social media as @kierstenkrum and on her web site and blog at www.kierstenkrum.com.
