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badly_knitted) wrote2025-05-29 06:48 pm
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Lost Girl Ficlet: Dutiful Daughter
Title: Dutiful Daughter
Fandom: Lost Girl
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Bo, Rainer, Rosette, others.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 775
Spoilers: End of Season 4, specifically the last two episodes, ‘Origin’ and ‘Dark Horse’.
Summary: Bo thought everything she’d done was her own idea; now it looks like she’s been her father’s pawn all along.
Written For: Prompt 020 – Hindsight at
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fandomweekly.Disclaimer: I don’t own Lost Girl, or the characters. They belong to their creators.
Everything seems so much clearer, looking back over my life with the benefit of hindsight. I can see all of the things I shouldn’t have done, and all the things I should have done but didn’t. It’s enlightening in a way, mapping the course I’ve taken to get to where I am; it’s just not particularly useful. Well, not unless what I’m looking for is an excuse to beat myself up over all the mistakes I’ve made that I might not have if I’d known then what I know now.
And yet, as much as I’ve managed to figure out after the fact, I still don’t know enough, as if what I really need to know is right there, being dangled tantalisingly just beyond my reach. It’s maddening, infuriating, and I’ll never admit it to anyone else, but I’m afraid.
The thing is, I’ve been manipulated every step of the way by him, my mysterious father who I’ve never met, and at this point I’m pretty sure I don’t want to meet him, not now I know who and what he is. I searched for him for so long, looking for who I am and where I belong, and now… Well, maybe there are some things I was better off not knowing. Like with so many other things, I just figured that out too late.
It’s the same with Rainer. I agreed to the handfasting with him for his sake, to break his curse and save his life. We were going to be partners, working together for the benefit of all the fae, not just light or dark. I didn’t love him, but at the time it seemed the right thing to do. He claimed to love me and maybe he did; he was quick enough to sacrifice himself for me later, but that was after we learned the truth about the prophecy.
Still, I committed myself to him willingly; a bit of chanting in what sounded like Latin, and it was done. Kind of anticlimactic to be honest, I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t what happened next.
Pony girl started laughing, cackling, like some extra from a bad horror movie. Rosette, Rainer’s most trusted general, the woman he’d sent to protect me, and she’d betrayed him, betrayed both of us. I should have seen it coming, the number of times I’ve been betrayed by people I believed were my friends, but seems I never learn from my mistakes. Rainer trusted her, and I trusted him, so… Yeah, look where that got us. I bought him a little more life by marrying him, a pitifully short span of freedom from the prison he’d been trapped in for so long before I rescued him, and I know he was grateful for that, but still, if I’d only let well enough alone, if I’d listened to my friends… I just wanted to do something good, something worthwhile, make up for all the deaths I caused before I got control over my appetites. I wanted to make a difference. All I’ve done is make things so much worse.
Kenzi will never forgive me for not saving Hale, Dyson and Lauren have every right to be mad at me, the way I treated them is unforgivable, and as for Trick… They’ve all gone through so much because of me. I need to start listening to the people I love the most. If I had, maybe we wouldn’t all be in this mess.
I’d thought marrying Rainer would be the start of something great, and instead all we did was walk blindly right into a trap. Prophecies are all very well, until you read the fine print.
“She will rise,” Rosette had said, laughing, gleeful, anticipating the reward she’d been promised. “She will rise with The Wanderer as her soldier, and together they will release the Lord of Darkness.” If I hadn’t been frozen to the spot with shock, I might have wiped that gloating expression off her pretty face. It didn’t suit her. “The Dark Lord rises from Hel.”
The Dark Lord. Turns out he’s Daddy dearest, and I’ve done everything he wanted me to do without even knowing, everything he needed me to do in order to free him. I’m such a dutiful daughter.
He’s coming, I can feel it, and somehow I have to find a way to stop him, to force him back where he belongs and make sure he stays there.
Hindsight: it can point out all the things I shouldn’t have done, or should have done differently, but the one thing it can’t tell me is what to do now.
The End
And yet, as much as I’ve managed to figure out after the fact, I still don’t know enough, as if what I really need to know is right there, being dangled tantalisingly just beyond my reach. It’s maddening, infuriating, and I’ll never admit it to anyone else, but I’m afraid.
The thing is, I’ve been manipulated every step of the way by him, my mysterious father who I’ve never met, and at this point I’m pretty sure I don’t want to meet him, not now I know who and what he is. I searched for him for so long, looking for who I am and where I belong, and now… Well, maybe there are some things I was better off not knowing. Like with so many other things, I just figured that out too late.
It’s the same with Rainer. I agreed to the handfasting with him for his sake, to break his curse and save his life. We were going to be partners, working together for the benefit of all the fae, not just light or dark. I didn’t love him, but at the time it seemed the right thing to do. He claimed to love me and maybe he did; he was quick enough to sacrifice himself for me later, but that was after we learned the truth about the prophecy.
Still, I committed myself to him willingly; a bit of chanting in what sounded like Latin, and it was done. Kind of anticlimactic to be honest, I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t what happened next.
Pony girl started laughing, cackling, like some extra from a bad horror movie. Rosette, Rainer’s most trusted general, the woman he’d sent to protect me, and she’d betrayed him, betrayed both of us. I should have seen it coming, the number of times I’ve been betrayed by people I believed were my friends, but seems I never learn from my mistakes. Rainer trusted her, and I trusted him, so… Yeah, look where that got us. I bought him a little more life by marrying him, a pitifully short span of freedom from the prison he’d been trapped in for so long before I rescued him, and I know he was grateful for that, but still, if I’d only let well enough alone, if I’d listened to my friends… I just wanted to do something good, something worthwhile, make up for all the deaths I caused before I got control over my appetites. I wanted to make a difference. All I’ve done is make things so much worse.
Kenzi will never forgive me for not saving Hale, Dyson and Lauren have every right to be mad at me, the way I treated them is unforgivable, and as for Trick… They’ve all gone through so much because of me. I need to start listening to the people I love the most. If I had, maybe we wouldn’t all be in this mess.
I’d thought marrying Rainer would be the start of something great, and instead all we did was walk blindly right into a trap. Prophecies are all very well, until you read the fine print.
“She will rise,” Rosette had said, laughing, gleeful, anticipating the reward she’d been promised. “She will rise with The Wanderer as her soldier, and together they will release the Lord of Darkness.” If I hadn’t been frozen to the spot with shock, I might have wiped that gloating expression off her pretty face. It didn’t suit her. “The Dark Lord rises from Hel.”
The Dark Lord. Turns out he’s Daddy dearest, and I’ve done everything he wanted me to do without even knowing, everything he needed me to do in order to free him. I’m such a dutiful daughter.
He’s coming, I can feel it, and somehow I have to find a way to stop him, to force him back where he belongs and make sure he stays there.
Hindsight: it can point out all the things I shouldn’t have done, or should have done differently, but the one thing it can’t tell me is what to do now.
The End
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I do remember Dyson is a werewolf and very sexy though... Mmmmm *grins* Shirtless Dyson....