Of Grimm Kind and Ghastliness
Chapter 1
~Fran Gipani
Disclaimer- I in no way own Sherlock...sadly :(
Note From the Author- This is going to be a collection of Grimm related ficlets :) I wrote this one as a prompt from the lovely Castlemaniacdotcom on tumblr :) I hope you enjoy and review at will!
~Fran xx
Nick Burkhardt, for reasons unknown to most people, had never really been one to like watching movies. As a child he had always had far too much energy to be able to sit down for such a long period of time; as an adult and after what he had experienced as a Grimm, Nick saw every horror, thriller and fantasy film as rather fake and romantic comedy or adventure films weren't really for him. He did like a good comedy, but 'good comedy' in his eyes was rare so there was a small amount of movies he could possibly sit through. Juliette had time and time again tried to get Nick to watch movies with her but every time Nick tried he ended up getting up and going to do something or other much to the frustration of Juliette. This went on for quite a while, that was until Nick met Monroe the reformed Blutbad; Monroe had a totally different view on movies, apparently they 'helped with his meditation' and 'helped him be more human', somehow this managed to get through to Nick. So that was how Nick ended up on that Friday night seated next to Monroe on the old looking couch, beer in hand and…well…watching movies.
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"Come on Nick! It's my turn to choose." Monroe elbowed his friend lightly in the side before getting up and ejecting the last disc from the DVD player and rifling through the pile of DVD cases.
"I don't think so Monroe because the last one you chose was Titanic…"There was a look of disgust on Nicks face as he took another glance at the offending DVD case.
"Nick you need to have seen Titanic, and anyway…fairs fair. I know the perfect one."
"Fine…but if this one is anything like Titanic then I will not hesitate to change the disc myself." He grinned at the look of mock fear on Monroe's face (Monroe was rather protective over his DVD collection), "I'm off to get another beer…want one?"
"Sure sure! Oh and that would be great thanks." As Nick left the room Monroe found the disk and slipped it into the DVD player. He grabbed the remote and sunk back onto the couch with a satisfied grin plastered onto his face.
Moments later Nick had thrown himself onto the couch next to him and had passed Monroe the already opened bottle. "So what's the movie?" He quizzed with a frown as the opening titles came on.
The familiar tune filled Monroe's ears and he grinned, "You'll see."
A while later the opening titles finished and the movie opened on a view of a large old English house; it then cut to a sleek black hearse driving down the driveway and four men carrying in a coffin. No words had been spoken as of yet but when an obvious family member of the deceased inspected the man inside the coffin, it was that first line that made Nick's lips twitch into a smile. Then as the sentence was finished he spat out his mouthful of beer all over himself as he let out a bark of laughter.
"Shit…that's not my father."