A/N: This is set immediately after Monroe, Rosalee and Bud woge in front of Juliette.
Their faces leer at her. It's barely been an hour since they showed her the truth, but that's all that been in her mind since then. It's like they've burrowed into her brain and refuse to get out.
But then, it's understandable. The monsters under your bed aren't supposed to be real.
(She's knows she's been horrible, thinking that. Monroe, Rosalee and Bud are her friends, after all. But that doesn't change the facts – they just looked so much like the horror stories she heard when she was a little girl.)
And then there's what they told her about Nick. She's only just managed to remember exactly what happened in their past – and then to find out that there's so much more to him than anything she could ever have dreamt of?
She can deal with him being a cop. She's lived with it for years now, even if she had forgotten all about it for the last few months. But to then find out that he's also the heir to legacy of hunting supernatural creatures – well, that was just a bit different.
She couldn't hate Nick for not telling her. There was no way she would have believed him if he had – after all, she remembers how she acted when he had tried, before everything with the cat and her memory had happened. She can accept that he needed to lie to her, to hide a huge part of himself from her. But it's just so difficult to wrap her around everything that has the potential to change with that revelation.
Nick Burkhardt wasn't just a Grimm now. He was also so much more – well, interesting, than he had been before. She was well aware of just how childish that sounded, but it was true. Nick had been a regular detective in the Portland PD, just like so many other people – and now he wasn't.
She wasn't blind, after all. She might have not been able to remember anything about him, but she did remember just how much she counted on those – creatures, wesen, whatever they called themselves. On Monroe, and Rosalee, and Hank and Renard – even on Bud, though he didn't notice it. After all, not even her odd, mystical connection with his boss had not been able to completely change how much he depended on his Captain.
And all she could wonder was if there was any space left for her in his life at all. She knew that he loved her – after all, hadn't that been what Rosalee had told her over and over again when she was helping her regain her memories?
In the long run, however, that didn't change anything at all. He was a Grimm now, had a foot in two different worlds, the mundane and the supernatural. And she was still the woman she had always been, boring old Juliette. She wasn't anything special at all – and in her mind, all that she could envision for herself was being left behind.
After all, monsters weren't supposed to be real – but neither were fairytales. For someone as unimportant, as uninspiring as her, they all ended in the same way anyway.
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