Please Note: This is my FIRST fanfic EVER. I am open to constructive criticism but please be nice! This is a Shelly/Peter Hemlock Grove fic. I have loved this pairing since the first season but i couldn't find any about them. This takes place after season two. I will try to stick as close to the story as I can but this may go else where BUT will stay true to Hemlock Grove. ENJOY!
Growing in The Grove
'Another bleak day' Shelly thought to herself as she looked out the window of Godfrey tower.
Her white, pale surroundings depressed her. So white, so full of nothingness. Sure, it looked futuristic compared to the rest of Hemlock Grove... But it also looked like a lonely place to be. And it was.
Shelly had been in the Godfrey tower since she came back from having to run away. Five months now... Five months of tests, healing, and... Having her body taken from her. The body she so desperately longed for... Shelly was still upset about it... She didn't know why it didn't work, no one would tell her. But couldn't help but wonder... Wonder why her mother, who begged her for forgiveness never came to visit her after that day. But she wasn't who Shelly truly wanted to be there... She wanted a certain gypsy boy with shaggy brown hair and a rugged looking face to come and see her, even if it was only once.
Peter looked out the window in the guest room of Roman's house. It was a rainy spring day. Although the weather was supposed to be warmer, it didn't feel that way. You could still feel a bit of the cold ruthless winter air...
Peter often found himself looking out windows a lot... Ever since that day Shelly saved his life... Was he looking for even a glimpse of her? Any sign to show that she was alive? He knows Roman will never fully forgive him for what happened... Even though he wasn't fully to blame... Roman needed someone to blame... And it just ended up being Peter.
Peter hadn't seen much of Roman since that night on top of Godfrey tower. The night Miranda threw herself and Nadia over the edge of the building and Dr. Spivak came and grabbed them... Only... He wasn't Dr. Spivak... He was a dragon type form of him. Peter knew Roman was tearing his hair out to find a way to save them.
Peter, on the other hand was not in any rush to save Miranda... Nadia of course! Peter almost fathered Letha's baby. And after he struggled with having to deal with his lovers death, he was willing to step in as an uncle and help Roman as much as possible. But Miranda was a different story. He felt used by her. Toyed with really. She wanted both Roman and Peter... No. In Peter's mind this was not okay. It was in his nature to be a gatherer... Which meant no sharing. Peter wasn't in a pack of any sort, really, so anything he got, was his. He had no problem with the fact that he and Roman had romantic relations with Miranda at the same time. Sure the next morning was very awkward, but he still had nothing wrong with the concept of Roman. Hell, even Peter had to admit that Roman was a real looker. But he didn't care if it was the twenty first century, he didn't like to share and he hated getting all the crazy visions when he was with her. Yes, they helped in some situations... But Peter just didn't have it in him to share a woman with another man... If Roman wanted her, he could have her.
Peter soon realized that he was staring so close to the window, being lost in thought, that he was fogging it up and he couldn't see anything. He quickly wiped away the fog and he swore he saw a black, tall figure walk by on the other side of the street, heading to the woods.
"Shelly!" He exclaimed out loud. He grabbed his jean jacket off the barely slept on bed and flew down the stairs and out the door. He ran as fast as he could toward the woods, desperately praying that it was Shelly that he would find. He ran around the woods for hours... Nothing. He sank beside a tree and rested his hands on his head.
'Shelly... Where are you?'