Who: Bo & Kenzi What: Bonding and parental discussions When: Not long after Bo returned from her honeymoon Where: Lara & Bo's Rating/Warnings: Low Status: Complete!
Maaaan, it’d felt like forever since she’d seen Bo. There were times Kenzi was tempted to spam text during her trip away to consummate the whole marriage thing but she refrained, not wanting to come off as clingy. And there was no point in burdening her with what happened in regards to mommy dearest - it was what it was, and she was (mostly) over it. At least that’s what she tried to convince herself, anyway.
Her ensemble was of a violet dress, short but with fishnets crawling up her legs and arms because it was hot, she couldn’t put on too many layers but she’d be damn if she sacrificed her iconic fashion. “Boooooooboooooooooo!” she cried out, ringing the doorbell several times to make her presence oh so obvious.
It’d be a beautiful moment when they reunited. All slow motion, boobs dramatically bouncing, fireworks, tears, that sort of thing.
It really had been a while since Bo had seen Kenzi. She missed her, and had thought to text her now and then from India. But reception had been an issue. Lara and Bo had mostly stayed to the countryside, going places tourists typically didn’t flock to. There had been a lot of hiking involved. Even an accidental foray into ruins of some ancient temple. They’d woken up some type of guardian that attacked them. Which had been fun, but Bo really advised not getting kicked by something that was made of solid gold.
So to say she was beyond excited to see her bestie was quite the understatement. Bo was practically bouncing around the house, making sure she had Kenzi’s presents and put them where she could get to them easily. The doorbell and Kenzi’s calling out made Bo grin and she rushed to the door in dramatic fashion and opened the door with a flourish.
“Kenzi!” Bo exclaimed before she grabbed her friend and wrapped her in a big bear hug.
“Boooooooo!” was Kenzi’s counter exclamation and then they met in an embrace of platonic lady love, with squeezing and some spinning involved because weeee. “I missed your sweet succubus face!” For emphasis it was squished, too. “Did you have a balanced diet of nutrition and smexy times? Did you wear sunscreen? Your skin’s not hideously blotched so I take that as a yes - and you didn’t forget to pack the sex toys and corsets, right? Weapons too?”
They’d gone over the checklist before her grand departure but, you know, she was just checking per bestie position. It was hard not to worry about Bo. Her and trouble went so well together, but she hoped overall the honeymoon was sextastic.
Bo had a huge grin on her face the entire time. Man, it was so good to see Kenzi again. While she’d of course thoroughly enjoyed her honeymoon with Lara, she’d definitely missed seeing Kenzi’s gorgeous face.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes.” Bo answered each question. Though the time that she’d needed a weapon she hadn’t had one on her. Mostly because when wearing shorts, it was best to not wear the thigh dagger and potentially upset the locals. Luckily Lara had one that she’d used.
“I even went tomb raiding with the Tomb Raider herself. Though that was a complete accident. We’d been on our planned hike and then Lara found ruins and suddenly we found ourselves in this ancient temple of some sort. It was like something out of an Indiana Jones movie. But don’t tell Lara that.” It was a well known fact that her wife absolutely hated the Indiana Jones movies.
Tomb raiding on a honeymoon. Of course. Why couldn’t they lounge in teeny tiny polka-dotted bikinis and enjoyed drinks inside carved out fruits? Kenzi’s laugh came with a piggy snort and she playfully patted Bo’s bum before stepping inside the manor, twirling once in glee.
“Honey. How do you guys manage to get yourselves in situations like this??” she questioned, grinning in amused mischief. “Is my something shiny from those ruins? Or did Muscles wanna preserve historic integrity or whatever? Were their mummies involved??”
Legit question.
Really, any time Bo and Lara lift city limits, the chances of raiding a tomb or something of the sort went up. Lara had a knack for finding ruins, and then she’d get in the mode and follow the trail. At least Bo had worn appropriate footwear so she was able to keep up with Lara.
“You do remember you’re talking to the succubus who likes running head first into everything before thinking, right?” Bo joked with a grin as she closed the front door. “But what can I say? It’s a talent Lara and I share.” She grinned at Kenzi. “No, I didn’t see any mummies. But yes, I did bring one of your something shinys from there.”
Bo grabbed Kenzi’s hand and pulled her into the living room. She picked up something that was wrapped in a few layers of tissue paper and plopped it in Kenzi’s hand. When she’d unwrap it, she’d find a piece of solid gold. Possibly slightly melted considering Lara and Bo had set fire to the think to melt it and cause it to stop attacking them.
Dudes. Kenzi was officially spoiled. From Birkhoff buying her diamond-encrusted heels (with other people’s money, all thanks to those super-duper hacker genius skills) to Bo bringing her - gold? “This is legit?” she asked, picking it up to examine it. “What kind of tomb was this? Please tell me you brought more swag with you.”
Maybe it was the pirate blood in her that yearned to see piles of treasure uncovered? Still, pretty cool. “Damn, Bobo, looks like you had hella of a good time to be bringing the bling back. Everything was okay overall?”
No repeating dreams, no wounds, blood, that sort of thing?
“Legit. Sorry if it’s a little on the melted side, but Lara and I had to melt it to get the thing to stop attacking us. Don’t worry, it’s not going to come to life and attack you or anything. Lara took the power source out of it.” And said power source was in this house, along with its other brethren that Lara had found in ruins in other areas of the world. “Lara thinks it’s some temple that has a connection to Atlantis. She’s found similar ruins in other areas of the world. And yes, I brought more swag home.”
This time, Bo grabbed an actual gift bag. Inside, after getting through layers of tissue paper, there was a box that contained a necklace and earring set, authentic Indian jewelry and yes, it was gold as well. Because Bo only got the best for her bestie.
“It was definitely good. I had no dream progression, which was good. I didn’t want to deal with whatever shit is upcoming in those while on my honeymoon.” Besides, fae crap had ruined enough of her life (and was the reason Lauren had broken her heart in the dreams), she didn’t want it ruining shit for her in this life as well. Though thankfully Lara seemed to be able to handle things thus far.
“A connection to Atlantis, what,” she blinked in awe, though, well, they established this was a strange, strange world they lived in - the kind where Storm Troopers attacked - so it couldn’t be the weirdest thing. Though Kenzi did want to know if their were any mermaids in Atlantis. For obvious reasons.
But the jewelry set, awe. Her heart was mush, and maybe a little emotional - it only vaguely looked like what her mother wore and the earrings she’d always wanted from her, and while Galina was now far off gone that wound hadn’t closed all the way yet.
Kenzi had to give her another hug, all tight again. “Thank you, Bobo, and I’m glad you got to consummate your marriage without too much crazy. I really, really missed you. Things got...weird.”
“Yeah, I know, but it’s something she’s been following for a while now. Also she may have brought back an artifact illegally.” Bo glanced around a bit dramatically before she leaned in. “She brought back a crystal skull. As in Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull crystal skull.” Lara had multiple crystal skulls, actually. Right here in this house. Probably a room or two over from where they currently were.
Bo grinned, hugging Kenzi back tightly. “You’re welcome, Kenz.” She rubbed her back gently. “What happened? I want details, and kind of already sorry I wasn’t here when it happened.” Which yeah, couldn’t quite be helped when the honeymoon had been planned long beforehand, but that would stop Bo from feeling guilty for not being there when something went down with Kenzi. She liked being there to help her bestie through it all.
“May none be cursed and bring upon us a plague, or a bunch of tsunamis with a side of Sharknado,” Kenzi winced. Because, uh, hello, this would be the place where it’d happen. Someone needed to write an OC Survival Guide Stat. Zombie apocalypse ones existed; it wouldn’t be totally out of the ordinary.
But, yeah, about the stuff Bo missed when she was gone? Her nose scrunched a little awkwardly. “My mom stopped by,” she sighed, clutching the somewhat melted gold nugget and jewelry set close to her chest as she sat down to get comfy. “Said she left my stepdad but that was a load of bullshit fed to me on a fake silver spoon - she was just trying to get money the entire time. And still sides with him after all this time.”
Bo didn’t think any curses were involved considering Lara had other crystal skulls sitting in this house and nothing had happened yet. Besides, this house was oceanfront with its own beach. Chances were if there was a curse, a tsunami would have already taken this house out to sea. Possibly along with Lara and Bo.
The instant Kenzi said that her mom had been here got Bo’s attention right away. She frowned and sat down next to Kenzi. “Oh god, I’m so sorry, Kenz.” She set her hand on Kenzi’s shoulder, squeezing it. “I hope you told her off, but I’m really sorry that she still sides with him. You deserve better than her.”
Oh, yeah, Kenzi knew she did too - she didn’t have that lingering guilt or ever question that she ever did anything wrong. She was a little girl, and an adult woman chose an abusive man over her own daughter and left her to the streets. It was a very clear-cut situation, but she always wished her mom would see him for what he is before something happened to her. Before he lost his temper and killed her, or before something he was involved in did it for him.
“I know, riiiiiight?” There was a dramatic sigh, meant to be humorous, but that was her go-to coping method. Giggles or avoiding the topic completely, and Bo was her bestie, so. “She’s gone, once and for all. I told her off. Killian knew she was bullshitting the entire time and there was a part of me that did too, but y’know. Parents. Relationships with them are complicated.”
Bo could certainly read the coping method, she knew Kenzi well enough to see that coming a mile away. “Believe me, I totally get complicated relationships with parents.” While Bo hadn’t met her biological mom in this life, her relationship with Aife in the dreams was...complicated to an extreme. Even her relationship with her adoptive parents was complicated. Though at least it was getting better in this life. Slowly, but surely.
“Still, wish I could’ve been here to be with you during that. But I probably would’ve told her off myself sooner rather than later.” Bo was protective like that, and she didn’t like people messing with her bestie in any way, shape or form, regardless of who they were. But it also couldn’t be helped that she’d been on her honeymoon at the time Kenzi’s mother had decided to grace Orange County with her presence.
It was something she didn’t want to bother Bo with, not while she was supposed to be off frolicking naked and enjoying her marriage or whatever - and Kenzi could put on her big girl thong and deal with it accordingly. Now that it was over she could reflect, drink, and move on all in the company of the succubus.
“And that’s why we have a family we chose, don’t we?” smirked the thief, a little sadly. There were times in the dreams that she really didn’t feel like she belonged. It smacked her in the face tenfold after their temporary amnesia subsided around Bo’s disappearance, and the question of whether that entire fae quarrel was a thing she really needed to be involved in.
Because as much as she tried, she wasn’t one of them.
It was easier here, anyway, without those supernatural politics to come in play. Kenzi was happier hear. And she thought Bo was, too, without those obscure pressures of destiny and the infamous love triangle between the fae doc, wolfy pants, and sometimes her darling Tam-Tam. “Anyway, it’s totally fine and put things more into perspective. Really emphasizes on how blood ties don’t always mean family, but I’m thankful to have a mix of that and the peeps I picked to be family. Can’t always get what you want, though I at least have everything and everyone I need.”
“That is exactly why we have a family we choose,” Bo responded with a little smile. She wrapped her arm around Kenzi’s shoulder and gave her a squeeze. If anything, sometimes Bo felt like the odd one out in this world. Being fae, she’d outlive almost everyone here, Kenzi and Lara foremost among them. She was a fae living in a human world. But then, Bo had always been the fae that refused to do anything by the fae’s rules. She’d chosen humans over Light or Dark (at least until that shit storm with the train and signing the contract for the Dark Fae).
But here in this life, she and Kenzi were both free of the fae politics. They were free of fae assassins trying to kill one or both of them in the safety of their own crackshack. Here, they could just live normally, or as normally as they could, and deal with crap from their dreams without breaking any stupid fae rules in the process.
“We can’t always get what we want, but I’m definitely glad to have you in my life. You’re my sister, and neither of us are alone here. You have Birkhoff, I have Lara, and we have all our other friends. We may just need to choose better places to live. I mean seriously, this place is totally kind of like Buffy’s Hellmouth.” Which was a surprisingly accurate way to describe Orange County.
Kenzi’s giggle came with a piglet snort as she leaned into Bo. “Totes a Hellmouth, but I don’t know - the place gives me a headache but without it we wouldn’t really have this, would we? We would have been two passing ships in the night when you helped me with my infamous roofie incident.”
Or maybe they would have run into each other again and become besties regardless. Hard to say. But sharing memories of another life strengthened the bond between them and helped them not echo the same mistakes. “I’m happy. Might not stay here forever but right now, with everything, I’m happy.”
What else could she ask for?
“It’s hard to say, but we probably wouldn’t be where we are now, at the very least.” Bo had been drifting, so chances were they might have eventually crossed paths again elsewhere if there wasn’t a Hellmouth here. But chances were that Bo wouldn’t have Lara or anyone else.
“As long as you’re happy, that’s what matters the most. And I’m more than happy to have you here. You are the bestest friend ever, and I love you, Kenz.” She gave Kenzi a little squeeze. “Besides, who would want to stay here forever?” Bo certainly wouldn’t, and she actually could live forever.
“This place still stays populated somehow,” Kenzi snickered and went on to return the squeeze with saturated levels of affectionate squish. “Now all this bonding’s getting me thirsty - you got some cheap box wine we can imbibe on so we can platonically Netflix and Chill? I’ve legit been waiting until we got together to marathon Orange is the New Black, you know.”
It’d bring memories of Bo in her own orange jumpsuit and their friendly tongue lashing to get shit done, son.
“The gluttons for punishment clearly keep this place populated longterm,” Bo said with a chuckle. Because really, even the people in this place that didn’t dream still had to put up with the crazy that happened, but they bought whatever excuse or cover story was made up for the various invasion.
Though how people bought them when Stormtroopers seemed to annually invade Orange County was beyond Bo. Though at least this year she hadn’t gone all Dark Evil Succubus Queen on them.
“Please, Kenz, remember who you’re talking to. I’ve always got the good cheap stuff for us to imbibe.” She grinned. “And thank you for waiting, I definitely wanna see the orange jumpsuits again without my being in one of them.” And without getting the shit kicked out of her by the Amazon guards, thank you very much. She broke the snugglefest only to acquire glasses and afforementioned wine before settling back down beside Kenzi and flipping the TV on. She’d totally missed their platonic Netflix and chill. “Now, order pizza or make popcorn?”