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Bo Dennis is not a lost girl anymore ([info]faetedlove) wrote in [info]valarlogs,
@ 2017-03-07 21:49:00
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Who: Clara and Bo
What: Bo is upset about people forgetting her, and goes to have a milkshake in Clara’s diner...which also happens to be her TARDIS
When: February sometime after Bo's return to this dimension
Where: Clara’s diner/TARDIS
Warnings: Low



Bo was perhaps more upset than she was letting on about her having disappeared for four days and everyone forgot her. Though she wasn’t quite certain what upset her more, the fact that people completely forgot about her or the fact that she couldn’t remember anything about where she’d been or what she’d done during those four days. Had she just completely ceased to exist? She didn’t know, and her dreams hadn’t given her the answer to that yet.

There was only so much working out she could do to unleash the frustration she felt over this entire situation. And with the lack of anything invading that she could actually fight and let loose on, Bo needed to find something else to do that wasn’t destructive. And that didn’t leave Lara completely drained. Bo had decided to go for a drive. Her yellow convertible kind of stuck out, but that’s part of why she loved the thing. Besides, it was a vintage car, ironically the same one she drove in her dreams.

She’d drive around Orange County, even stopped at on the oceanfront at one point to just sit on the hood of her car and watch the waves come in. But she was too restless to really take in the view as she otherwise should, though it was one she had at home so it was something she could do regularly anyway. So she went back on the road, and eventually spotted a diner. And a milkshake sounded really right then. So she found a spot to park, then headed into the diner. She glanced around at the interior.

“Retro. I like it,” she commented more to herself than anyone else.

Clara was bored. She didn’t have a case work to deal with, nor did she have plans at the moment. So what did she do when she was bored? Opened the ‘diner’, just to see if anyone would decide that they wanted to stop in. Sometimes she would go an entire day with nobody showing up, other times people did show up. It really was a gamble. But as she did on these days, she was dressed in the TARDIS blue waitress uniform, hair pulled up.

She had been reading against the counter when she heard the door open.

“Well thank you. Feel free to sit anywhere. What can I do you for?”

Okay, it totally wasn’t her fault if sometimes she said things that could be taken in a number of ways. Besides, the woman who had walked in was very attractive. Just because she was frozen in time didn’t mean she was blind to that fact. Though she did seem… Clara couldn’t quite place it, but something was clearly on the taller woman’s mind.

She knew the Doctor’s TARDIS would take him where he needed to be even if not when he wanted. Clara was beginning to wonder if her TARDIS only let in people who needed something, an escape or peace. It did seem that tended to be a theme when people did walk in.

Looking over at the woman, Bo went over to sit at the counter, perching herself on a stool, arms resting on the counter. Her shoulders slumped a little.

“Milkshake. Double chocolate, preferably. I doubt you can spike it, so I’ll settle for the next best thing of chocolate.” Milkshakes were one of her go-to things when she was upset. Though she was probably going to stop and buy a couple pints of ice cream on her way home that she’d most likely devour in the next couple days. Not to mention alcohol was also something she turned to when she didn’t want to deal with something or simply couldn’t deal with it.

Not having the answers bothered her, and she didn’t know how to go about getting her lost memories back. She also wanted to know just how people could forget her. What had happened? Where had she been? These echoing questions were only driving her insane the longer she thought about them.

The joys of a TARDIS meant that she could in fact make Bo the milkshake she required, though she did quirk a brow at the comment about not being able to spike it.

“Well I mean, it’s not like I have any other customers if you really need it spiked. I don’t mind.”

And she didn’t. Really, it was always interesting to see who came in because almost always conversation happened. So while she sometimes was bored, the opening of the diner usually provided her unique conversation, even if it was fleeting.

Though if she had known what was bothering Bo, well… Clara had a bit of experience in regards to people forgetting her. One person, but it had been a month of her dad not knowing her, starting on the day he’d adopted her all those years ago and it was because Svetlana had given him Les Miserables and he’d found the neuroblocker that he even remembered her now.

“You sure? I don’t want to like get you in trouble or something.” Not that anyone else was around, and Bo wasn’t about to tell, but she could use a little something. She’d been good on cutting back on her drinking of late, not that she was an alcoholic or anything, but talking about things tended to be the better path than simply bottle them up and drinking herself stupid.

Anger and guilt were a killer combination. Bo felt horrible about what Kenzi had gone through in the dreams without her, not that she could exactly help it that she’d disappeared, but the guilt was still there. And she felt horrible about Lara and Kenzi here having gone back to what their lives had been before they’d met her. But it was also infuriating not knowing what had caused her to disappear. As much as Bo wanted to punch things, she couldn’t punch this problem away. She couldn’t drink it away either.

She wasn’t all that convinced that talking about it would help either.

“Have you ever been so frustrated and upset that it seems like nothing is going to help the situation?” Bo wasn’t exactly certain how to approach this topic, or if this woman was even a dreamer like she was. Seriously, they like needed a code word or something that could be dropped into conversation so they’d know without sounding like a crazy person for talking about dreams.

“My diner, my rules. So what will your poison be?” Sure, that was accurate enough. Really there was no one there and she didn’t exactly have a boss or anything of that nature. She might in theory when doing investigation type work for either the Agency or with D’Artagnan, but when it came to opening up her TARDIS to see who would come in because she was bored? Nope. That was all her and so no need to worry about it.

Once she was told the type of alcohol Bo would want (thank goodness for a TARDIS and having whatever she needed), Clara went about making the double chocolate milkshake as she listened to the question. It really would be helpful to have a codeword on the dreams. Usually it somehow came up, but an automatic codeword would be brilliant.

“Plenty of times. Never one set solution if there is one though.” Milkshake made, Clara handed it to Bo before leaning on the counter. “Milkshakes are good plasters though. Doubt I can help beyond that, but if you want an unbiased ear, I’ll listen.”

“Sounds like you’re a tough boss,” Bo joked. And then she asked for vodka. It was her go to alcohol when she didn’t want to sip anything else. Though she was going to watch the alcohol intake. She still wanted to make it home in one piece. Lara might also give her a lecture if she came home drunk, and she wasn’t in the mood for that.

“Thank you,” she said, taking the milkshake in hand when it handed over. She took a drink of it and made a yummy sound. “That is really good,” she commented. The chocolate hit the spot and the vodka added a little kick to it.

“Okay, this is probably going to sound like I’m a drug addict or something, but I swear I’m not on drugs. Recently I...disappeared for a few days, I suppose you’d say. I can’t remember anything, but it wasn’t because of a bender.” Working in Bo’s favor was she didn’t look like a junkie. She had good weight to her and didn’t have any of the other hallmarks of a typical junkie.

“The toughest.” Said the woman who used toy dinosaurs to say that she was the boss in the dreams before Artie and Angie had walked in. But she could have been queen of several universes but it wasn’t her thing. So really, Clara could be quite the tough boss.

For now though, it was letting Bo talk. If she’d been given the opening, Clara would have gone with the oh so stereotypical ‘try me’ because really now, the things she had seen in Orange County, in the Dreams? They could count as being some weird drug trip. Her whole dissociative phase that… okay sometimes still happened if one of the echoes seemed to be louder than usual? Yeah, hard to explain that as well.

“Not the strangest thing I’ve heard. Kind of specialise in the very weird actually.” Understatement, but no matter. It was that narrow tightrope walk of how to tell if someone was a Dreamer or not, leaning more towards the affirmative.

“Still… that is odd.” Was that why the TARDIS decided to let Bo in? Well besides the fact that Clara had wanted to play waitress to see if anyone did show up. She supposed she could always do a scan if the TARDIS wasn’t already trying to pick up any weirdness. “When you say disappeared with no memory, is just blackness and loss of time?” Because there were a lot of ways to not have a memory. It was important.

If the TARDIS was scanning Bo specifically, she was definitely registering as not human. She was weirdness in and of herself. Succubus genetics and all. She was a perfect specimen of her species, as Lauren had once told her in her dreams, though sometimes she really hated her genetics. Being a succubus wasn’t always flowers and sunshine.

At the mention of specializing in the very weird, Bo eyed her. Did that mean she dreamt, too? Or did she just witness the crazy shit that tended to take over Orange County on a regular basis and chalk it up to weird things happen? There was only one way to find out.

“No, not just blackness and loss of time. I physically disappeared, and everyone forgot I ever existed. They went on with their lives as if they’d never met me.” She took a breath. “I know that sounds absolutely crazy, but it’s the truth. And if you have weird dreams, maybe you’ll understand?” Good job, Bo, that was a not-so-subtle way of asking if Clara was a dreamer, and thus she wouldn’t have to make up from grand metaphors or something to not sound completely crazy.

The TARDIS was definitely intrigued, but it wasn’t like Bo was a threat or anything. Had she been, she never would have been able to enter in the first place. The data was being filed away though, as it was with everyone who entered. As for Clara? The second she heard that Bo had people who had forgotten all about her, her heart went out to her. Even though it had been almost a year since that had happened with her dad, it had still been a really hard experience to deal with.

“I understand more than you know.”

Which… okay not the most reassuring of things to say. But it answered the question on if she dreamt.

“About a year ago… I didn’t disappear, but my dad lost all memory of who I was for about a month. Dream related thing that crossed over. Not easy to deal with, even knowing the why of it.” Or that it was for the best. “The disappearing though, that’s peculiar. I wonder…. Do you want someone to look into that? Like I said, I specialise in the weird.”

There was a reason Bo avoided doctors ever since she’d gotten her succubus abilities, she was certain her fae genes were different from human genes. She didn’t need that stuff getting out there in the world. Besides, with her healing ability, she didn’t actually need a doctor. But she would undoubtedly be of interest to anyone who liked learning about different species.

Hearing about Clara’s own experience, Bo’s heart also went out to her. It wasn’t easy to be forgotten like that. Not that Bo had actually been around to experience people like Kenzi and Lara forgetting her, but it still upset her. Though she relaxed as it was obvious that Clara dreamt like she did.

“I’m sorry. But he remembers now?” Bo had to ask. Kenzi and Lara had remembered her eventually. Kenzi in the dreams had also eventually remembered her, but Bo hadn’t yet dreamed of coming back. “How would you even start with looking into it? I can’t tell you how I disappeared, my memory’s still fuzzy about that. All I can say for certain is when I reappeared, it was in like a crater or something. I had some intense delirium and pains that got worse until I...healed.” Bo wasn’t going to go into detail about how she healed. But it at least said that she wasn’t human.

There was no need to go into the specifics, how it had been the anniversary of both her parents’ deaths as well as the anniversary of when he had adopted her. No. Clara would leave that in the past as best she could because it didn’t have much of a purpose. Suffice it to said, she understood what it was like to be forgotten by those you care about.

“Yeah, he does. Combination of reading a specific book that was always one of our stories plus an item from the dreams which was reversed to trigger memories instead of erase them.”

And that was the question. On the one hand, she probably could get the neuroblocker and see if it helped Bo. After all, it had been rewired and everything to do the opposite. Then there was the TARDIS.

“Well. The item I just mentioned might help you remember. And if I know where the crater is, I can take some readings, see if it pings anything.” Clara had no reaction to the admission that Bo wasn’t exactly human, even if it went unsaid. No need really.

The mention of the device that triggered memories was an intriguing one. And Bo was actually seriously thinking about it. She was frustrated enough to try something that could potentially be dangerous to her. But before making that decision, she’d at least get the facts on it first. Otherwise Kenzi would kill her and Lara would probably kick her ass if she didn’t something stupid without getting the facts or even telling them about it.

“At least he remembers now.” Bo likewise was relieved those close to her remembered her now. Kenzi had told her about the dreams as well, that no one there had remembered her, except apparently Aife, who had been looking for her. Which really made her wonder why Aife remembered her when Kenzi, Dyson and company didn’t.

“What are the specifics of that device? I wouldn’t be averse to trying it, but I’m also not sure what’s caused the memory loss. Though considering the same thing happened in my dreams, I’m thinking it’s magic in nature, so I don’t know if that would make a difference or not.” It would be just Bo’s luck if she tried to use the thing to get her memories back and it instead fried her brain because something magic was blocking the memories. “I think I can tell you where the crater is, though.”

“Yeah, at least he does.” And she knew her dad felt bad about forgetting in the first place, not like he’d had any say in the matter. But that was how he was and so there wasn’t much that could be done about that beyond try and move on. Still, it was a shared experience no one should have to go through.

As Bo mentioned it might be magically induced, Clara nodded. One never really knew and it was good to know the specifics.

“Well technically it has to be wired a certain way and it erases all your memories of a certain person. However whatever my dad did, it reversed that. Or it did that because he’d already forgotten…. I can ask him about the specifics though. But I can definitely start with the crater and see if there’s any weird energy signature to investigate.”

No, this was definitely not an experience anyone should have to go through. Bo felt guilty about disappearing in the dreams, to leaving Kenzi to the mercy of the Morrigan the way she had. Not that Bo could’ve done anything about it, but nevertheless she still felt bad about it. At least here Kenzi and Lara hadn’t gone through anything terrible without her.

“Huh, interesting. If it wouldn’t fry my brain or something in the process, it could be worth a try.” Bo would do pretty much anything to get her memory back. She didn’t like not knowing, even if she was also a little scared of what could possibly do this. Obviously it was something powerful, and probably something she’d end up fighting, but until then. “That’s a place to start at least.” Bo then told Clara where the crater was. It wasn’t all that far away, but it had been memorable enough to stick in her mind.

Clara could understand the desire to do whatever possible to try and remember. To forget well… that was extremely uncomfortable and she knew that in the same position she would do the same, so she nodded some. “I’ll ask him about it and let you know what he says.” Obviously if it were dangerous then it wouldn’t happen. But it never hurt to ask.

Even if it might dredge up the time from last year. No matter though. There were other things to think about. Such as this mysterious crater that she was to look into. Making a mental note on where the crater was located, Clara pursed her lips together in thought. But it was her same line of thinking, it was at least somewhere to start.

“That it is.”


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