In this AU, Adalind did not seduce Sean or his half brother Eric to get pregnant and use the royal baby to get her powers back.

The first chapter has what might be considered dubious consent. It's Nick in a zombie state meeting hexenbiest Adalind in the forest. Nick doesn't really have control of himself and Adalind chooses a method that will keep him from being violent. A child gets conceived.

Being in the woods, late at night, would probably be frightening for most people.

But not for a hexenbiest.

The grimm, Nick Burkhardt may have taken her powers away, but Adalind had been able to find an old ritual, and had gotten them back.

It had not been easy, and she had to fly to Europe, and dig up a much older and more powerful hexenbiest to do it.

Adalind was nothing if not determined. And she had been willing to do anything to get her powers back.

Now, her powers returned, she was back in Portland. She knew she could live and work anywhere in the world, but she was curious about how things were between Sean Renard and Nick Burkhardt.

As revenge for having her powers taken away, Adalind had made Nick's beloved Juliette forget all about him. And as revenge for him throwing her aside once her powers were gone, Adalind had made Juliette go under a sleep curse, that only a royal could awaken her from. Thus, causing an obsession to brew between the bastard prince and the grimm's girlfriend.

She had given her heart and soul to Sean Renard. Was willing to do any and everything to please him, but he hadn't felt the same for her. Just tossed her aside, like she had never meant anything to him.

A part of her wanted to make Renard suffer a little more, believing that he had still not learned his lesson about using people. But she had decided against it, when she heard rumors that his half brother was putting some plans into action, to do away with Sean.

Which explained why she was out in the woods, in the middle of the night.

It had been all over the news, and everyone was talking about the abductions, disappearances, and random acts of violence that were happening all over Portland.

The hexenbiest was gathering wild herbs, to make a potion in order to protect herself.

She heard a loud crash, and felt the ground shake slightly.

Running in the direction where the crash came from, Adalind began to smell smoke. Then, she saw a number of broken trees and a plane in flames.

Suddenly, she found herself pressed against a tree. Air pushed out of her lungs, she was unable to voice her protest. Adalind was shocked to discover, it was none other than Nick Burkhardt, who was pinning her against the tree. And then she registered his eyes, and the expression on his face.

He looked enraged. Feral. The grimm didn't seem to be himself. He reminded her of a wild animal. One that was in a lot of pain, and trapped in a place it was unfamiliar with.

"Oh, you poor baby." Adalind quood softly. She knew that this had to be the work of a cracher de mortel.

It explained all of the violent outbursts so many of Portland's citizens were experiencing.

Her mother had spoken of the wesen who could spray a chemical that would allow them to control others. Adalind's mother had sounded a little envious. Obviously hoping to find a spell to allow her to do the same. Catherine Schade had gathered every book she could on the blowfish wesen, hoping to find a way to replicate the toxin and affects.

Adalind had seen all of her mother's research, and had discovered that the reason the cracher de mortel was able to control his victims, was because they were drawn to the soothing and hypnotic quality of his voice.

So Adalind kept her voice soft and soothing. Not wanting to startle him, or increase his pain. Needing to keep him calm so he would hopefully listen to her, and not attack her.

"You must feel so confused and be in such terrible pain." She slowly placed her hand gently on his face. "Let me help you."

She knew of a way to stop pain. Having read about the teknique in her ancestors books. Some of them had been healers and wrote down ways of easing a persons suffering with their powers.

Adalind could see Nick obviously relaxing. Though his eyes still seemed to hold more beast than man.

He grabbed a hold of her waist and pulled her in closer. His hands then ran up and down her body, he actually buried his nose into her neck and nuzzled.

Adalind realized Nick was taking comfort in her body heat and her scent.

The smoke from the downed plane must be getting to him. He needed something to focus on. Something that would give him comfort, and not more confusion.

Slowly, Adalind moved her hand over Nick's hip, then waist, his chest, and then over his neck before moving her fingers through his hair, stroking gently.

"It's alright" She whispered in his ear. "I want to make you feel better. Will you let me?"

She knew that Nick did not have the ability to really understand her, and he could not answer her with words. But, she could know that she was on the right track with what she was doing to him, by his behavior.

If he pulled away, or became more angry and feral, than she knew she had to find a way to get away.

But he wasn't pulling away from her, and he seemed to be calming down.

At least, his rage was calming.

Another side of him, though, was starting to rise.

Nick's hands moved over her body. He brushed his lips over her face as he inhaled her scent.

Adalind found herself getting very hot and a warm moisture flow in her nether regions.

"Nick, if you keep that up, I won't be responsible for what we do."

He gave a feral growl and grabbed a hold of her rear, pressing her body tighter against him. She felt a very hard and large bulge.

Something told her that wasn't his gun.

She cupped the back of his neck and pressed her lips to his. Adalind moaned as his grip on her tightened and he ground his arousal between her legs.

It had been a long time since she had been with anyone. Heartbroken over Sean and determination to get her powers back had kept her focus away from romance or any physical relationship.

But it was obvious that in the primal state he was in, Nick wanted her, and Adalind was unwilling to stop him.

With his grip firmly on her, Nick dropped to the ground, taking Adalind with him.

"Well this feels familiar." Adalind thought as Nick pressed his body over hers.

The last time she had Nick Burkhardt on top of her, was when he had taken her powers by roughly kissing her, she had bitten him and had ingested some of his blood.

She had a feeling he might be rough with her in a different way. And in all honesty, she was looking forward to it. It having been so long since she'd been with someone. She was craving being desired, wanted, with all consuming hunger. And in his primal state, Nick seemed more than in the mood to do just that.

They were both still fully clothed, so as Nick ground against her, all that stimulation was focused on her clit.

He kept nuzzling her face and breathing in her sent. It felt so good to her and soon had her walls contracting a liquid flow heavily from her canal.

A high pitched moan slipped from her lips. Nick stopped his movement and slid down her body. When his face was between Adalind's legs, he inhaled deeply and then licked a stripe over that still clothed intimate area.

Adalind undid her pants and pushed them down her hips, her underwear with them. Nick, seeing what she was doing, helped push them past her knees, then lowered his own garments until his hard protruding member was jutting out.

Her tunnel was properly slick from her first orgasm, so when he pushed himself in, she felt no discomfort, only sweet pleasure.

His every thrust was just as rough as she expected, and she loved every bit of it. Even more when his hand moved underneath her shirt and grabbed ahold of her breast, squeezing and rubbing over her nipple.

Nick grunted like a beast in rutt. Adalind made little noises that were high pitched and breathy.

His angle and his possessiveness had her reaching euphoria again. She had to hold on tight to his back as another wave of bliss crashed over her.

And still he did not stop, but continued to move, filling her body with such pleasure, that she was lost to her own instinct and desire.

One orgasm followed another and another. Adalind's lips brushed along Nick's neck and jaw as she moaned and sighed.

And then, he pinned her to the ground, taking her lips with his in a dominate kiss, and gave three more hard thrusts, spilling his seed deep inside her still contracting channel.

For a long time, the two just layed there. Nick didn't seem to have any interest in removing his body from Adalind. And Adalind didn't have the strength or even the mind frame to try to push Nick from her.

And so when Monroe, Rosalee, Hank, Juliet and Sean finally found Nick after searching for him since they realized he had been sprayed by the cracher de mortel, the sight they came upon was of him, on top of someone.

At first, they feared for the worst. But they all became very confused when they realized the woman Nick was on top of was Adalind Schade.

Nick, seeing the newcomers, reacted possessively over Adalind. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and pressed his body harder against her.

"Adalind, did Nick,,," Sean asked, almost afraid to finish that sentence.

"Relax Sean" Adalind said. "The grimm and I were acting on instinct. He's in a primal state and I was interested in keeping him friendly toward me." She looked at Rosalee who is holding a large three needle syringe. "If you have the cure in their, I'll distract him while you inject him.

Adalind then cupped Nick's face in her hands and kissed him passionately, allowing Rosalee to walk up to them and inject Nick in the side with the antidote.

Juliet is fuming, but knows she knows it would put her in a bad light if she said anything. But she silently planned to forbid Nick from touching her for a month over this.

Proving that being a grimm makes Nick react differently than others, he came back to himself with himself buried inside Adalind Schade.

Completely shocked, he withdrew from the blonde and quickly did up his pants, cringing slightly at the mess he could feel there.

He also felt really embarrassed from his friends witnessing him in such a state.

"What happened?" Was the only thing Nick could ask. Hoping everything would not be as bad as it seemed.

"You were turned into a zombie." Monroe said. "And it seems that guy who did it couldn't control you like he could anyone else. You made the plane crash."

Nick then looked at Adalind, who had fixed her own clothes and said as if it were simple fact, "You and I came across each other while you were in that zombie state. I didn't want you killin me so I seduced you."

The hexenbiest looked at everyone and said, "Since I'm sure I'm no longer needed or wanted here, I'll be leaving. You all have a nice life." She was trying to cover up her own embarrassment at the situation and fully believed she would never see anyone of those people ever again.

Six weeks later, Adalind looked at the third pregnancy test she had taken, and cursed the fact it said the same as the first two.

She was pregnant. And there was no doubt that it was the grimm's baby.