For every bullet, a kiss in return.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that had to do with Grimm! Sadly. It all belongs to those awesome people that made this fabulous serie! NBC is the name.
Full summary:
Nick discovers Renard's secrets and hunts him down. In the end Juliette shoots down
Nick. Which results in Nick getting a severe depression. His Grimm side mistrusts Juliette, hates Renard
and wants revenge. Off with their bloody heads! However his human and detective
side wants the sweet peace that only death can give him. Two very different
needs from one person. To save Nick from himself, Renard needs to reveal one
final secret. But will Nick let him?
Warnings: I uploaded it in M, I mean come on that says enough right? The pairing might be obvious, but perhaps I just oploaded it in M because there is a lot of blood in it... Uh or maybe not... I am not going spoil this story by telling all the details... So you just have to read the story.
Oh wait I do have a warning: Spoiler! Uhm actually everyone who has seen the promo of season 2 episode 13, knows precisely what the spoiler in my story is...so perhaps it isn'''t a spoiler at all. Haha.
Please notice that I am dutch and in the Netherlands the serie Grimm has just ben launched on the television, so please don't hate me if not all of my story is completely in check with the serie, because I can't help that serie just started here.
Anyways Enjoy!
Chapter 1: The death shot
Pain. The only thing he felt was pain. Everywhere. Pain. Hurt. Betrayal. Then cold. Nothing but a thick and dark cold surrounding his body, flowing into his veins, ordering him to surrender to the sweet voice that was death. Death called by one single click. One single shot. One single bullet. A bullet that had gone straight into the soft, yet firm flesh of a man's chest.
Nick Burkhardt lay on the ground. Gasping for breath and every second more for it. It was his chest that had been hit by that one dangerous bullet. Fired by in the first place a non- dangerous person. Juliette gaped in utter shock at the scene that had seemed to pass by in slow motion. She had shot Nick! Another occupant in the room knocked the gun out of her hands. Captain Sean Renard. The reason she had shot down Nick in the first place.
Both males had been trying to destroy each other. Nick because of the betrayal and Sean to defend himself and Juliette from the powerful and totally pissed- of Grimm. 'Off with his head!' Nick's Grimm side had roared furiously. He couldn't stop himself from attacking his boss, even if he had wanted to. He had been too far gone. Too much Grimm. And his Grimm side had been feral. Deathly even. Renard had known all too well that this Nick held the upper hand. This was the Grimm on stage and this time the Grimm finally showed the ancestral truth. Nick's Grimm side had become deathly in just a few seconds and Renard had truly felt frightened. Just when Nick was about to deliver him a damaging blow to the head, the sound of gunfire filled the air.
Renard's p.o.v.
The fall of Burkhardt had been totally unexpected, though very much welcome, considering he was about to deliver quite a nasty blow to my face. It was only strange that he kept laying on the ground and in such a weird fashion as well. Only then I realised what I've heard. A gun shot. I looked down at Nick and suddenly felt a wave of panic wash over me. Nick had been shot! Nick had been shot in the chest and was currently on his way to heaven. Dying. My Grimm was fucking dying! Who was the blame for this? For dare to lay a finger on my Grimm? … Wait. There was only one other person standing in the room. I turned around and within seconds I had knocked the gun out of Juliette's hand. I could barely restrain myself from killing her immediately. But my Grimm needed me more now. On top of that, I could hardly believe she had done it on purpose. It would have probably been more an act out of self-defence. At least that is what I hoped for her otherwise she might not have a very pleasant ending.
I ran towards Nick and checked his pulse. Still there, barely, but there.
"Call an ambulance!" I shouted to the fear striking woman. She hurried off.
"Hang on Burkhardt, help is on the way. You're going to be fine. I promise you."
Suddenly his eyes opened and a weak voice spoke words that would haunt my mind forever. "I rather die." My Grimm cursed and stared defiantly at me through tears that began to fall from dying and defeated eyes. Then he passed out again.
I didn't register the sound of sirens nor the voices of the doctors that hurried inside. The only thing I heard were Nick's words still drumming in my ears. Making sure I would and could never forget them. Once Nick had been transported to the hospital, I screamed in anger. Rage. Pain. Knowledge of what was about to come. Only when I got home I let myself fully turn into regent. I let myself destroy the room. I even ripped apart bed sheets.
My Grimm had denied me access to his heart forever. My Grimm had confirmed that I wasn't worthy of his attention. As a matter of fact, he rather died, then spend time with me. And who knows, maybe he will. There hadn't been an confirmation that he had made it through the OK room. Nothing. No news about my special little Grimm. I panicked once more and tore up some more expensive sheets and pillows.
Suddenly the phone rang.
I steadied my voice and picked up the phone. "This is Sean Renard speaking…"
"Good evening Mister Renard, doctor Micheal Fisher here. I am pleased to inform you that Mister Burkhardt has survived the surgeon. The bullet had almost hit his heart, but fortunately we were able to restore much of the damage made. He is currently resting…"
"How long does he need to stay?" I asked, voice constricting with emotions.
"You must understand, Mister Renard, that Mister Burkhardt has been very lucky. He's still very weak and it might take him another full month to recover completely if not two or three."
I bit my lip to stop my scream of denial and rage. My Nick was strong! There was no way he needed an entire month or more to recover! Right? Was it really that bad? Had my Nick really been on the verge of dying? Had I really almost lost my Nick, my special Grimm? Was I still losing him?
"…Mister Renard, I assure you there's nothing to be afraid of. The young Nick Burkhardt will be fine. Just give him time to heal." The doctor comforted me. Not that it helped much.
"In the meanwhile you should rest yourself. Go back to work. I've heard there's a pretty nasty case going on. Your people need you. Go and take care of yourself, Mister Renard."
"I will, thank you doctor Fisher." I replied monotone.
"Goodnight, Mister Renard, take care."
"Goodnight." I hung up the phone and slid to the ground. Tears streamed down my broken and battered face.
Nick Burkhardt, my special, little, beautiful, intelligent Grimm, had almost gone to heaven this night and it had been all my fault!
Heaven. Because heaven is the place angels like my beautiful Nick would go to. Not hell. Hell was meant for demons. Demons like me…
TBC…