Bo Dennis is not a lost girl anymore (faetedlove) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-10-12 23:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bo dennis, lara croft |
Who: Lara and Bo
What: Discussing the events of the 2013 Tomb Raider game, and then, later that day in 1789 discussing Bo's biological mother and grandfather.
When: Same day as this
Where: The manor
Warnings: Discussions of kill-or-be-killed situations, mentions of grotesque wounds, possession, sexual assault, mental illness (mostly PTSD), and a FTB bit in the middle
Bo and Kenzi had finished playing through the 2013 Tomb Raider game, and she’d taken her time to sort through everything she’d seen. While she knew what Lara had been through, having seen it and seen the details get filled in was a very different thing. Bo had wanted to reflect on it for a while, letting her emotions over it settle before she tried talking to Lara about it.
She decided now was a good time for talking before she forgot some things in the game and needed to refresh her memory. Bo had been working out with one of her swords. It’d be better if she was sparring with someone else wielding a sword, but this at least helped keep her skill in shape for the next time she needed to use a sword.
After toweling herself off and putting her sword away, she went to find Lara. “Lara?” She asked, to get her attention when she found her.
Lara was not inside the house. She was outside on the dock, her feet dangling in the water as she looked contemplatively out to sea. She looked up as Bo approached, in a good, if quiet mood.. “Good morning. Join me?”
Bo smiled gently as she moved to sit down next to Lara. “Good morning,” she said, leaning in and kissing Lara’s cheek. “How are you?” Despite the sight of the ocean, Bo was only looking at Lara.
“I’m fine.” and she actually meant it. “Couldn’t sleep, so I did some work, and then took a break. The breeze is nice, I look forward to the fall, however short our fall here might be.” She leaned into Bo. “And I’ve learned to enjoy the peaceful moments while I can.”
She slid an arm around Lara, squeezing her shoulders. “It’s always important to stop and enjoy these moments when there is time.” Especially with how Orange County could be, and their dreams tended to get really hectic and heavy on them. “It is a nice morning.”
“Got any plans for the day?” Lara hoped the answer was no. She was willing to set aside her own plans for a few more hours to just relax. It was a little unlike her, but then she’d realized she’d have to postpone her expedition for reasons outside of her control, so she wasn’t in much of a rush.
“I’m meeting Killian tonight, he has the final report about my biological mother to give me. Otherwise, I’ve got nothing going on.” Bo was a little anxious about it, but she wasn’t getting herself psyched out about it just yet. Pulling her arm away from Lara’s shoulders, she linked it with the arm that Lara was leaning against her with, took her hand and threaded their fingers together. “I actually wanted to talk to you, if you were willing. I finished the game. Though it’s really odd to say that when it’s about your life.”
Lara straightened a bit. Anything with Bo’s parents was Srs Bsns and she wanted to pay attention, or offer comfort. “If you need anything with that, let me know?” She wasn’t prepared for the segue, though to her credit she didn’t start. “I was...wondering if you had.”
“Thank you, I will. I’ll take a taxi in the event I need a few stiff drinks, but I may call you to pick me up, depending on how the meeting goes.” Bo didn’t want to be in a taxi if she was having too many emotions and being under the influence of alcohol. She’d rather be in a car with someone she knew and trusted.
Bo squeezed her hand and didn’t let go. “I did a little while ago, I just needed to let everything sink in and settle so I could actually talk without the emotions getting in the way.” She didn’t quite know where to start, considering a lot had happened. As she spoke, her tone was gentle yet firm. “I know you blame yourself for what happened, but it’s not your fault. You didn’t know what was really there on Yamatai, no one could have anticipated that.”
“I can pick you up, if you can’t get a ride back.” Lara didn’t really mind, and she trusted Bo. She folded her hands in her lap and wrings them just a little bit.
“I tell myself that, but if I hadn’t been so insistent. If I hadn’t convinced them to go ahead and do the expedition….” To be fair, it was Sam’s fault too - she’d convinced her dad to cover the funding when it had fallen through, but Lara had never blamed her for that. Just herself. “So you’ve seen how much I’ve had to kill.”
“If it hadn’t been Yamatai, it would have been something else you would have gone to. It would have been a different expedition with similarly terrible outcomes.” Bo fully believed that. After all, weren’t the most powerful or sacred items of history very closely guarded? At least the ones that the world knew of. Who was to say there wasn’t a cult guarding Atlantis, or things of similar nature.
“Yeah, I have.” Bo had a very high kill count on her playthrough of the game, but she wasn’t about to say that. She reached out and gently set a hand on Lara’s forearm comfortingly. “It was a terrible situation, but you did what you had to in order to survive. Though it doesn’t make the weight of killing anyone easier to handle.” Bo had killed in her dreams, both innocent people and bad people, so she understood the weight that such acts could have.
In some of her dreams there had been adventures in Atlantis and other places, but none of them had really tested her in the way Yamatai had. There was a vast gulf between human beings, and strange non-human creatures. Or wolves. Though the wolves on Yamatai and in Russia were a lot worse than other places.
She took Bo’s hands, squeezing lightly. “I ask myself sometimes, if I’d do it again. And I know that I would.”
She squeezed Lara’s hands back, listening to her. “That is who you are, guided by curiosity and the thrill of finding something that the world hasn’t seen in centuries. You are an adventurer and extreme danger comes with that path.” Of course, everything with Sam wasn’t exactly something anyone should have to choose again, but that was a little beside the point at the moment.
“I did manage to find some interesting things while I was on that island. It always conflicted me. Sam was in danger, my friends, me, but I still found.. Good things, old things.” Lara blew some hair out of her eyes. “Maybe it was the only thing keeping me from losing my mind. Saving Sam was the reason I kept going, but discovery was the reason I didn’t lose myself in the process.”
“I saw that. All the artifacts you found, all of the crashed ships and airplanes from across the centuries.” She gently squeezed Lara’s hands again. “I’m glad that you had that at least to keep from losing yourself. I admit I spent more time than necessary running around finding all of those things and doing the little challenges before moving ahead with the main plotline with the cult.”
It was really the closest she’d ever come to admitting her feelings for Sam had gone beyond simply platonic or familial. Sam being the reason. She would have saved her regardless, but it had been much more emotionally raw for her than it might have otherwise been.
“There were a few things I did out of spite. Like burning banners. And a few more things I did because it was interesting. The geocaches. Something kept… making me think they were important. I didn’t put together what Trinity was until the whole mess with the Source and Russia.”
Bo had suspected Lara’s feeling for Sam had gone deeper than simple friendship when she’d played the game. However, she wasn’t about to point it out or really bring it up. That was Lara’s business, not hers.
“Oh yeah, I burned those banners, too. I thought the geocaches would have some sort of significance, but they didn’t really seem to have one?” Not that she could put together, anyway. “Russia, that must be in the next game. I haven’t played that one yet. Kenzi has a Play Station 4, the second game doesn’t come out for that just yet. Where the first game left off was when you saved Sam and left Yamati with Jonah and Reyes.”
The fact that what happened with Sam and Himiko at the end seemed to parallel what Bo had asked Lara to do for her if she lost control didn’t escape her. Bo didn’t know if her dark side would express itself quite the way the ritual with Himiko and Sam did, but she did now know what she’d asked of Lara was a heavier burden than she’d originally anticipated. And she felt horrible about it.
“That is where my dreams left of at first too. Then there were a few more, before the second….game.” Lara wrinked her nose. She still didn’t like this very much. The fact there was a whole lot of media dictating her life. Or the time she’d googled herself and there’d been so much porn, much of it very disturbing and/or non-consensual.
But she didn’t hate Bo for that burden. She’d take it on regardless.
“I really don’t like saying game,” she commented after noting the pause before Lara said game. “I don’t even know how to describe the feeling I had while playing the game. Obviously I knew the major points coming from what you told me, but actually seeing it was...another thing altogether.” And one other thing Bo would never mention was how many times she’d killed Lara in the game because of mistiming jumps or not being quick enough to hit the correct button in battle or something.
Bo had more or less gotten a complex for the various ways she’d killed Lara in the game. It made her want to just hold onto Lara and never let her go again for fear that a tree branch would impale her or something.
“Me neither.” She hated that it was a game. She hated it. Lara hunched over for a moment, then straightened. She was compelled to take Bo’s hand again, despite the knots in her stomach that were starting to form. “Too many close brushes with death for my comfort.”
“Tell me about it,” she said. Those close brushes with death had been actual deaths. But thanks to the game mechanic of reloading the last save point, it hadn’t been a final death. “I’m glad that you survived. You are a survivor, and you did what you needed to to save as many people as you could.” Whitman had been an idiot, one Bo had pegged way early on for turning against Lara. And oh, how it had hurt to see Lara’s friends die one by one.
Though the one that had hurt the most had been Roth. It was obvious to Bo from the game that Roth had been like a father to Lara. It had taken Bo a little while to actually move on in the game after Roth had died.
“Did the game have what Roth told me? About sacrifice and loss?” Much of what Roth had told her meant the world to her. More than her father, more than anyone but Sam (or Bo), Roth meant the world to her, and he was the reason she’d turned out as good at survival as she had. “If Roth had never existed, I would have died on that island. Probably murdered in that cave before I ever fell on the rebar.”
“Yes, that was in there.” Bo smiled gently. “He is a very wise man.” It hadn’t taken very long for Bo to realize that in the game, even though she hadn’t needed that. The way Lara spoke about him here was enough to tell her that. “He did well in teaching you. I’m glad that you did survive. Though I couldn’t watch you falling on that rebar. I had to look away.” Said the woman who watched slasher movies without batting an eye. But considering it was her fiancé’s dream world that she’d been witnessing in the game, it made it that much more difficult to take. “Also, how did you not get a fear of heights or something after all of that?”
Lara chuckled. “I’m glad you looked away, that and a few other scenes I knew would be hard.” The junk town. Probably Sam on the pyre. She wondered of Bo would feel jealous about that. “I don’t know. I think part of it became… a death wish, in a way. If I fell, fine. I got a thrill from it. I still do.”
“Yeah, there were a few parts where I had to hand the controller to Kenzi and make her do it because I couldn’t.” Bo wasn’t jealous of Sam. In fact, she could relate to it. Bo would go to those very same lengths for Kenzi if she had to. “I can see that. I’m just glad that you were able to make it up some of those walls before things gave way under you and dropping you to your death on the first try.” That basically implied that Bo had needed multiple tries to get through some of those climbing walls. And she’d definitely made Kenzi take over after a couple tries because the anxiety was just too much for her.
That must have been gruesome, and Lara winced. “I’m sorry you had to see all that. This remains so… bizarre.” How many times had she almost drowned, or gotten run through. Still, she smirked and shoved Bo’s shoulder. “I suppose I’m lucky that whoever was playing me in my dream didn’t suck as bad as you.”
Bo chuckled. “I fully admit it, I sucked. But only because I love you and it was way too surreal to me.” Sometimes she really did feel like she was killing Lara when those mistakes occurred. “But I’m with you, it really was bizarre. Though I can say that I definitely understand things better after having seen it.” She looked at Lara, a serious expression on her face, along with a hefty dose of empathy. “I know it’s one big sore spot for you, but you are strong, and you’re better than I think you give yourself credit for. Nothing on Yamatai was easy, and you could have given up at any point, but you didn’t. You made a lot of difficult choices, many of which were in a kill or be killed situation, but you still came out of it. A lot of people wouldn’t go as far as you did to save Sam, and I admire your courage to keep pushing forward and never give up.”
And then Bo pulled Lara into a hug. It was one she’d wanted to give her since she’d started the game. And, well, she actually had given Lara some hugs when she’d come home from Kenzi’s after playing.
There were suddenly tears on Lara’s cheeks, and she blinked her eyes to clear them of their sudden blurriness. She didn’t have the words she wanted to say, nor did she think she should break the moment with them. Instead, she lifted her hand to Bo’s face and pulled her into a needy kiss.
She returned the kiss, reinforcing the things she’d just said with emotions and actions. She held Lara close, letting her know she wasn’t alone and that Bo wasn’t turning away after seeing everything Lara had dreamed of. She also wanted to comfort her, knowing that it wasn’t easy for her to talk about it, but letting her know she was there if she ever wanted to go into detail about anything.
Lara’s hands moved into Bo’s clothing, trying to push her top off. She didn’t care they were outside, this was her property and they were obscured from the house anyway. Lara needed to reassure Bo that she hadn’t died a thousand deaths.
Feeling where Lara’s hands went, Bo shifted, making it easier for Lara to get her top off. Her own hands moved to pull Lara’s top off. And likewise to Lara’s need to reassure Bo, Bo needed to reassure to Lara. And she had every intention of kissing and caressing each and every scar Lara had. It would be far more emotionally charged this time when Bo knew exactly how Lara got a good number of them.
~~~time passes wooOooOoOOoOoOooooO~~~~
The time to meet with Killian had come, and Bo had taken a taxi to the bar she was meeting him at, knowing full well she’d be having a couple stiff drinks at the very least while there. But she also didn’t trust herself to drive with the anxiety that she had over learning the truth about her mother. And as expected, the meeting had been a mixture of good and bad. Even so, it was still difficult to hear the bad parts despite having anticipated them.
She’d called Lara once she and Killian had finished. She’d had a total of three drinks during their talk, one shot and two glasses of whiskey. The entire way home, she fiddled with the manilla envelope that contained the photographs and her mother’s records. She hadn’t done more than glimpse at the records, knowing full well it’d make her emotional, and she wasn’t going to make a public display of herself.
Once they were home, Bo went inside, heading to Lara’s study so they could talk. And so she could read over the records that she suddenly realized Killian probably hadn’t obtained legally. But that didn’t matter to her, they would give her a better picture of her mother. She sat down on the couch, the envelope resting on her lap as she stared at it for some moments before she looked up at Lara.
“So, I got the answers. Some good, some bad, as I expected.” She started. She was trying not to start crying yet, instead focusing on trying to talk a bit before she gave over to crying.
Lara had come as soon as Bo had called. She’d been feeling antsy all day, for Bo’s sake. She arrived quickly, and then drove home in silence, letting Bo think things over. She wasn’t sure how much she’d had to drink, but she seemed lucid enough.
She stood in the hallway, watching Bo on the couch for a moment before approaching and sitting next to her. “Tell me about it?”
Bo took a breath. “Killian found my grandfather, and he went to talk to him. He was happy to hear about me, so that’s good.” One never knew how biological family in these situations would react, and Bo definitely would’ve taken it hard if she’d been rejected by them, too. She opened the envelope, pulling out the photos. She handed over the one of Trick. “That’s my grandfather, Fitzpatrick McCorrigan. He looks exactly like Trick in my dreams.” She had to smile, looking at the picture. “I’m pretty convinced he must be a leprechaun here.” It was more a comment to his height and him being Irish than it was to him being fae. Because he most likely didn’t dream like Bo did.
“Good.” Lara nodded. Family was important. Maybe it didn’t have to be blood family, it could be found family (Kenzi, Roth, Sam, Jonah), but family was important. She peered at the picture and chuckled. “I’m not sure he’d appreciate being called that, but I see your point.
“I would never say anything like that to him.” Bo said with a chuckle. “Killian gave me his contact information as well. So after the emotional upheaval of all this subsides, I’m going to give him a call, to talk to him.” She licked her lips. “He’s the one who gave me up, not my mother. At least as far as taking me to a church was concerned.” She then handed Lara the picture of her mother. “This is my mother, Aife. I think it’s safe to say I resemble her.” Aife’s hair was black, but her eyes were roughly the same shade of brown that Bo’s were.
“You do.” Some of the facial features were the same, but Lara teased, “Though I think you may share your grandfather’s nose.” She focused more on Aife’s picture. She wondered where she was. If she was okay, or in contact with Trick. “It might be a shock. Showing up. Hello grandfather, would you like to come to my lesbian wedding?”
“Hey now,” Bo replied to the teasing with a smile. It was best to keep it light as long as possible before she started really reading the records about her mother. “Yeah, that’s why I’m going to start with a phone call and see how it goes. I know the Trick in my dreams doesn’t care about my sexuality so long as I’m happy, but that doesn’t mean this Trick is the same level of accepting.” Which was probably among her greatest fears of talking with her grandfather. She was afraid that he’d reject her based on her sexuality the same way her adoptive parents had.
“I’m sure it will be fine. Most people are pretty close to their dreamselves.” Lara put her hand over Bo’s. “Regardless, i’m here for you. I love you, and I will back you, no matter what.”
It was the truth, and it would always be the truth. She fully believed that.
“Yeah, it’s why I wasn’t exactly surprised by what Killian had to say about it.” She gave Lara a little smile. “Thank you, that means a lot to me.” She was definitely glad that she had someone there for her when she needed it. Both Lara and Kenzi, to be precise. No matter what, they were her family.
“Now, for the bad news. My mother is in a mental health facility, as I kind of expected considering the dreams. Killian got several records about my mother, though I only glanced at them in the bar.” She pulled the other papers out of the envelope, taking a breath, and she looked at the top page, a copy of her mother’s diagnosis, which had post-traumatic stress disorder as the primary diagnosis. “Based on what my grandfather told Killian, and what he didn’t tell him, and what these records might say, I’m pretty certain my mother was raped. And I’m the product of that rape.” It was difficult to say outloud, now that she had viable proof that her mother had been raped, and it wasn’t just Bo’s theory.
A pit settled in Lara’s stomach. None of this could be easy. If it was her she would likely want to make a scene. Sweep everything onto the floor and break her desk kind of scene. But even then she couldn’t really emphasize. The russians aside, she’d never been in a position like that, or even to worry about a friend. She was sure Sam would have told her if anything ever happened.
“I’m...I don’t know if I should say sorry about that or not. But that’s not your fault, nor hers.”
It wasn’t easy, and Bo wasn’t certain how she felt or how she’d want to react. She was still in the emotional stage of trying to wrap her head around it all. “I know it’s not my fault or hers. But it does make me wonder if she ever thought about an abortion. Or if she even had a chance to think about it. In my dreams, she was a prisoner before she had me.” Which was when Bo turned her attention to the records.
Reading through them was difficult. The diagnosis also mentioned that Aife had varying moods, sometimes being intensely violent, and others being like a hurt child. There was a note that mention of the daughter she’d had could set off the violence, but it could also set off the other end of the spectrum. “Oh god,” she said as she pressed a hand over her mouth, a swell of emotion rising suddenly as tears filled her eyes.
Lara frowned, then put her arm around Bo and squeezed, pulling her against her. She didn’t know what to say that could be comforting, so she let her actions speak for her. “Bo? What is it?” She tried to read what Bo was looking at, and then she tried to understand it.
She leaned into Lara, sniffing a bit as she blinked the tears away. She turned the paper so Lara could more easily read it. “This talks about the diagnosis my mother has. Post-traumatic stress disorder seems to be the main one. But down here, it talks about her violent outbursts, and how there are also times when she’s more like a hurt and scared child. There’s a note saying that mentioning me tends to set her off. In both directions.” What that meant, she didn’t know, but she needed to read further.
Setting that page aside, she came to one that had Aife’s background information. It had the typical information of her name, age, birthday, parents, other family, basic health information and so forth. But there was also a note to see the back of the page. When Bo turned it over, right there in writing was the proof of her mother having been raped. Only it was far more than that. Bo read the first two sentences before she couldn’t read it, so she handed it to Lara. “Would you...would you read this? I...can’t.” There was emotion in her voice. And what was detailed in writing was that her mother had been kidnapped and held hostage. Details of what transpired weren’t given, but Aife had been missing for several months before she’d managed to escape. Aife had been four months pregnant when she’d escaped. It was noted that Fitzpatrick had hoped the child being born would help Aife, but when it didn’t, he did what was best for both Aife and the child. Aife was committed and Bo was given up for adoption.
Lara’s throat tightened, but she nodded and took the papers from Bo. It would be easier to read this way and that way Bo wouldn’t accidentally read it if she didn’t want to. Her lips pursed and her frown only deepened as she pored over the document. “Do you want to know what this says?” She held the document so Bo couldn’t read it. It was….horrible. Terrible. She wasn’t even sure she had the words except she wanted to hunt this man down and make sure he could never hurt another woman again.
There were several emotions roiling within her. There was the obvious pain and turmoil from discovering the nature of her birth and what her mother had been through. But there was also anger towards her father, if that word could even be used to describe him. “Does it involve my mother being held prisoner? Because that’s what happened in my dreams. She was also probably tortured in them as well.” The description Lara was reading didn’t mention torture, but clearly enough had happened that Aife had been broken, and her life had been turned upside down.
That man had changed not only Aife’s entire life, but Fitzpatrick’s and Bo’s. She hadn’t grown up with her biological family because of what that asshole had done. Aife was in a mental health facility for what seemed to be the rest of her life. Fitzpatrick had lost his daughter and his granddaughter. Though at least now perhaps she could connect with him and they could reclaim that relationship that had been stolen from them.
He wasn’t Bo’s father, that wasn’t a word he deserved nor was it a word that should ever be applied to him. Lara was firm in that opinion. She sighed, exhaling slowly and nodded. “Yes, she was. She escaped while pregnant with you. They didn’t terminate the pregnancy out of...the hope it might help her.”
Lara didn’t say it out loud, but she didn’t agree with that assessment. But it meant Bo was alive and so there was some conflict there. But it wasn’t like Aife was in any mental condition to choose for herself. “They committed her and gave you up for adoption when that didn’t work.”
“Good, I’m glad she escaped.” Bo wasn’t surprised, her mother was a fighter in the dreams, even if she was crazy. So at least Aife had managed to get herself out, even if it wasn’t soon enough. “I do have to wonder why they didn’t simply terminate the pregnancy. It might’ve been easier on her.” Of course, it meant that Bo wouldn’t be alive, but she didn’t like the thought of her mother suffering because she was carrying her rapist’s child.
Bo drew in a breath and let the information set in a bit. This was a lot to take in, but Trick seemed to have everyone’s best interests at heart in the situation. And Bo, being the kind of person she was, would’ve given up her life if it meant that Aife suffered that much less.
“I don’t know what the laws are like in Canada.” Sixteen weeks didn’t seem that far along, really, and it wasn’t something Lara had ever bothered to look up. She was never planning on carrying children, needing an heir or not. “But she couldn’t consent, so I don’t know. Trick made a call. I think in the end it was the best one. Terminating the pregnancy might have destroyed her further. Or not. But it’s too late for what ifs.”
“Yeah it is. I’m here, she’s there, and this is what our lives are.” It did, however, make it clear to Bo that she shouldn’t have any contact with her mother. As much as she’d like to see her in person just once, she knew it wasn’t going to ever happen. She didn’t want to trigger one of her mother’s mood swings if she could help it.
Lara could agree with that, though she thought getting a picture wouldn’t hurt. “Perhaps we can ask Trick for a picture of her. Or if showing her a picture of us might help her. It can’t hurt to ask, can it?”
“I can certainly ask. I’ll at least give him a picture of me if he wants one. And then one of both of us so long as he’s cool with it.” She sniffed a bit and looked at Lara. “It is good to have answers, even if they aren’t all good ones.” The rest of the records discussed Aife’s sessions, when she was admitted, physical state, and other such information. It was less emotion-inducing, and more technical. At least from the standpoint of knowing what Aife was being treated for.
“That’s good. That’s all you can do. As much as it pains me to admit it, sometimes you just have to let things happen.” Lara hated doing that. She was a doer, she liked to plan and react and act. But this wasn’t a battle, at least not the kind they were used to. “I think you should take a break from that.” She took the folder from her fiance. “You’re just going to make yourself sick.”
“Yeah, I don’t like it much either, but I know it’s all I can do.” Bo didn’t even try to protest as Lara took the envelope and papers away. She knew she shouldn’t read it all in one sitting. She was already on information overload. “I think I need some coffee. And some unwinding time. Do you feel like watching a sappy movie with me?” Bo didn’t need the coffee to make her sober, she just wanted it to sip on. She hadn’t been worse than being tipsy when Lara had picked her up. That had subsided by now, leaving her sober.
Lara was tempted to lock them away, but that wasn’t fair. Instead, she got to her feet and reached out to take Bo’s hand. “Come on. I’ll put these in the study, in one of the drawers, you can come in any time you want but that way they won’t be around for Alistair to stumble on them.” She figured that was something that Bo would want to talk to someone about, if it even came up at all. “And then we’ll watch the sappiest movie you can find.”
“Good idea,” she said as she took Lara’s hand and stood up. Bo would definitely rather talk to Alistair about that in person, not have him stumble across the papers and read it for himself. Not that she was certain if she’d ever bring it up in conversation, but it could happen! “Good because I’ve been wanting to watch Ever After lately, and I want to snuggle with you while watching it.” Okay so it wasn’t the sappiest movie ever, but it was up there. And it was only vaguely registering with her that she was having a Cinderella kind of life, but it would hit her more soundly while watching the movie.
“Good choice,” Lara decided. She pulled Bo to her and kissed her lightly. “I love you, you know. No matter what, no matter who you used to be.”
Bo slid her arms around Lara, returning the kiss, and she smiled softly. “I know, and I love you all the more for it.” She had quite the track record and she was more than relieved that it didn’t matter to Lara. After the emotional shock of finding out the truth about her mother, curling up in Lara’s arms was the best way to unwind.