Hey y'all, hope you like it, tell me if you don't, comments are, as always, welcomed and appreciated... hope you enjoy!
Monroe gazed dazedly at the dark smear on the hood of his bug. It was completely silent, except the buzzing still ringing in his ears, after being knocked out. He remembered coming here to fix a clock, before being ambushed. He guessed the mark was left as a warning, which was why they didn't kill him. It was clear enough. Reapers.
Maybe they were right, what he was doing was very wrong. He was helping a grimm. A grimm! It was like betraying his own kind. No, it was betraying his own kind. Hell, he'd even helped Nick bring down a blutbad! Maybe he should just quit it while he still could. But something about that sweet, little grimm had him running back every time. A couple weeks ago he would have doubled at the thought of calling a grimm, not just a grimm but a guy, sweet, but he was used to it now. He understood that he had certain feelings for this grimm, but maybe he was going to far, helping this grimm. Now he was seeing the consequences. If he continued to help the grimm he would be hunted... as if he was one. Or worse, considering his betrayal.
Shakily, he snatched up his bag and drove home. Once there, he inhaled the welcoming scent of Nick and closed his eyes. He shook his head slowly, knowing he wouldn't back out. He sighed, and phoned Nick. Nick sounded concerned when he heard Monroe's voice, even through Monroe's (futile) attempts to sound fine. As Monroe waited for Nick, he saw how lonely he was without him (though he wouldn't admit it and would insist to no end that his lone clock maker life was plenty interesting).
Finally he heard that long-awaited knock on his door, and he rushed over. "What happened to you?" Nick's voice was light and humorous, but also laced with a trace of worry. "Funny you should ask, you happened to me, get in here." Monroe grumbled. After Monroe showed Nick the paper with the scythe, Nick's face went completely sheen-white and he told Monroe no longer would he come and ask for help.
Monroe noticed how reluctant he sounded and perked up a bit, maybe Nick shared these feelings? He had split with his girlfriend months ago. No, he's just worried that he has no one to save his ass, now he doesn't know any wessen who could help him out. Monroe's conscience ruined his second of hope."Screw that." He said aloud. "You come and ask for all the help you want, I ain't running." Monroe handed Nick a beer. Nick grinned, and raised his glass to Monroe's. The two of them took a drink. When they lowered they're glasses, Nick leaned forward quickly pressing his lips to Monroe's.
It was one of those real deal, firework explosion kisses, with the whole choir singing in the back round and everything. Nick pushed away for a second, hesitating, worrying if he had read Monroe wrong. Monroe grinned and pulled him back into another mind-blowing kiss. Yep, he definetly wasn't running.
t.b.c?