CHAPTER 1

There was a blinding light followed by a deafening explosion when her Hexenbeist power met its demise.

That was the last thing Adalind Schade remembered before the nothingness of the void consumed her consciousness.

"Ugh!" An unknown period of time later, Adalind awoke from the splitting headache plaguing her temple. Rubbing the aching area with her fingers as she push herself up to sit, she opened her eyes and looked around.

She's still in the Bremen Ruins but for some reason, everything seems different, a lot different than what it was before she had lost consciousness. Some trees are taller and some vegetations and bushes are lot thicker than what she remembered.

However, her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the sound of a groan from beside her.

Her brain immediately snapped to full awareness. That's right! She wasn't alone when that blinding light and that explosion caused by the death of Hexenbeist power swallowed her. Nick Burkhardt, the Grimm who forced her to swallow his blood and caused all of these was also caught by that explosion. And looking down to her side, her suspicion was confirmed.

The Grimm was lying beside her and is on his way to regain consciousness.

Consumed both by fear and confusion, Adalind scrambled to her feet and ran back to the path she took earlier to reach the ruins, back to where she parked her car. However, reaching the road, she found that her car was nowhere to be found. This then serves as the first hint that something else after the death of her Hexenbeist had transpired.

Adalind tried to call her Mom, Sean, or any of her Wesen friends but her phone wasn't working. Thus, left with no other choice, she walked the side road for an unknown amount of distance before spotting a cab.

Her utmost priority at the moment is to head home. Meet Sean and her Mom which are both probably waiting for her return. She's dreadful to break to them that she'd not only failed her mission but had also lost her powers. It will surely not end well for her but she's hoping for the best. At least she's convincing herself that they'll be a little sympathetic though probably unlikely.

However, arriving to her mother's house, the one who answered the door was a middle-aged woman she'd never seen before.

She asked who she is and where's Catherine Schade in which she answered with 'she lived here' and that she never heard of that name before.

Adalind didn't probed further, she looked like a hooligan with her messy outfit and bloodied mouth. She knocked someone home's door in the middle of the night. So of course they're assuming the worst character from her.

So she left, confused where to head next.

"What the hell is going on?" she asked to the emptiness in front of her. Something supernatural had happened after the Grimm killed her Hexenbeist power. She's not that stupid not to figure out that the place where she is right now is no longer the Portland she knows. The only question is what kind? Is she thrown inside a dream or a hallucination or is it something else?

Asking those to herself, she suddenly passed by on something that answered her queries. She passed by a house which residents had probably left for a trip or vacation so the newspapers are piled up near their mailbox.

She simply glanced towards it but when she did, her eyes could no longer look away. With widened eyes, she read the newspaper's date.

It's 2031!


'2031!' The date screamed inside Nick's head as Rosalee drove him towards a place she claimed to be his current home.

When he woke up in the Bremen Ruins after that light or explosion took away his consciousness, he immediately called Monroe and Rosalee to check on Hank. However, his phone ceased working. Thus, he decided to just return there himself but returning to the road, he found his car gone. Initially, he thought Adalind must have taken it as a form of petty revenge but her car wasn't around too. There's no way she can drive two cars at the same time. His second assumption was it was stolen.

However, when he rode back to the city through a cab after walking for a while, the things he was observing, from the interior of the cab to the buildings outside, started to feel that though they are familiar, they are also alien and odd.

And when he began stopping on the places where he should go, that's when things started to piece together and began to make no sense. First, Adalind's house where he's supposed to meet Monroe, Rosalee, and Hank was gone. As in the entire house was gone. What replaces it was an establishment meant more for business rather than residence.

Next, he went to his house. If something supernatural had truly happened to him and maybe even to the entirety of Portland, what he wanted to ensure first is that Juliette is safe.

But his home had also met the same fate as Adalind's house. Not that it's also gone like what happened to hers but it is now homed by a family he'd never seen or met before. And when he asked them who are they and how long they'd been living there, they answered 15 years and mentioned that they bought it from a policeman who moved away to a new house with his wife when their son was born. The matriarch who meet the seller way back that time even said that Nick looked like him and asked if he's a relative.

Nick simply answered 'Sort of' and leave.

By that time, he quite pieced together what or what might exactly is going on. He's no Detective if he can't figure it out at this point regardless of how ridiculous it might appear.

There are only two possibilities. He was either thrown into another dimension or displaced into another timeline, to the future, after killing Adalind's Hexenbeist power, with the latter being the most likely possibility. And since it had become Wesen-related matter now, his next destination was towards the only two people who can offer assistance into this kind of matter. But Monroe's house might be empty or occupied by another family now. Assuming that he pursued Rosalee and they got married and had kids, they might have moved to a more accommodating home. So the only place where there's a high possibility of meeting either one of them is the Spice Tea Shop. A lot might have change all throughout the years but Rosalee, honoring her brother's memory, will never abandon or sell the shop.

And fortunately, Rosalee was there. She was experimenting into a new concoction that she stayed despite the late hours.

"Nick!?" she exclaimed upon seeing him.

She'd aged. She's still that brilliant brunette he knows but the middle-age years had already caught up on her.

"I need your help," he said and explained what he believed is going on in which she confirmed to be correct. Since that night at the Bremen Ruins, 20 years had passed.

Of course, she freaked out at first. But with that figure of 20 years of being associated with a Grimm, she immediately calmed down and calmly think of a solution.

So here they are now. On the road to meet the current version of his self. Rosalee suggested that if there's someone in this timeline who can help him with his predicament, it will be none other than him and his family. She called Monroe and instructed him to go to his house.

Rosalee tried to contact his future self next but the one who answered was his wife telling Rosalee that his future self is on the airport, fetching someone and that he left his phone at home. Rosalee told her that she's bringing someone important to them that's in need of help and his wife replied okay.

However, Nick noticed something odd from Rosalee's behavior as she talked to his wife. When she called and realized that it was her that answers the phone, Rosalee forces herself to not utter her name. She also refused to make her talk to him.

Nick asked if his wife is Juliette. Rosalee answered 'no'. It's someone else that they know very well. "The two of you never worked," she said.

Nick was saddened that he and Juliette never make it but for some reason, he didn't find it surprising. Probably deep down, since becoming a Grimm and entering the world of the Wesens, he knows that it will crumble down someday.

It broke his heart that it actually ended that way.

Nick asked who his wife is then but Rosalee answered that she can't tell him now because he will not only not believe her but given the timeline where he came from, he might not handle the truth either.

It both confused and frightens Nick. Who could be the identity of his wife that the current him might find it unacceptable?

And then Rosalee suddenly asked. "Um Nick, when you were thrown here. Were you alone or was Adalind with you?"


"It's highly likely," Nick replied. The explosion came directly from her and her Hexenbeist power. If he was caught up by it then surely she was too. "But I was alone when I woke up so I can't be certain."

"If she's here, we must find her," Rosalee said with urgency.

"Yeah, of course," Nick nodded. "As much as I hate having her around. I can't leave her to rot here."

"It's not just that," she said. Expression growing more concern.

"What do you mean?" Nick frowned.

"Later. I'll explain everything later. What I know about you from where or rather, from when you came from is worth 20 years. I can't just dump it all to you in one go right now. We go to your house first, meet your future self and your family. And next in our priorities is finding Adalind."

Nick was about to respond but suddenly…

Ring! Ring!

…her phone rang.

"Kelly?" She frowned upon checking the caller's ID.

"Kelly?" Nick repeated, wondering. That's the name of my Mom.

"It's your son," she looked at him and clarified. Then she answered the phone, "Hey K, what is it?"


"Oh crap!" Adalind cursed under her breath. When she thought this night couldn't get any worse, she was proven so damn wrong.

Right now, a group of street rats are surrounding her. And their intentions are pretty obvious.

"Stay away from me!" she warned menacingly. However, deep down she knows it's simply nothing else but unsubstantiated tough exterior.

She's currently powerless.

If she was still a Hexenbeist, dealing with these lowlives wouldn't even pass as an exercise.

"Don't be like that sweetheart," the one in front of her called and raucous laughter echoed around her.

Adalind braced herself. Feet apart, unearthing everything she knows in hand-to-hand combat through her panic. If she can at least take down one of them, it will give her a leeway to run away.

But then, a voice of a male youth suddenly boomed from the corner. "Hey! Why don't you pick someone your own size?"

All of them turned to the source of the voice and a teenage boy with dark hair emerged from the shadows.

"Stay out of this ki…" One of the scumbags tried to threaten but before he could finish his sentence, the teenage boy kicked a rock which directly hit the scumbag's forehead, knocking him out cold instantly.

"I don't have time for this," he said, "I have a curfew," and lunged to the remaining men.

He easily handle all the remaining scumbags down. His skills are impressive. He's not just a street punk. Observing how he fight, it's obvious that he's well-trained for combat.

But that's not all. She nearly missed it because she's an ordinary human now but she's certain that this young man had also used Telekinesis in his fighting style. He would either use it to freeze in place an attacker while he's occupied by another or to intensify the power of his kicks and punches.

He's concealing it behind ordinary attacks but there's no mistaking it. He's a Zauberbeist.

"Hey Miss, are you okay?" Taking down the last of the scumbags, the teenage Zauberbeist asked as he approaches her. "You shouldn't…"

But then he suddenly stopped in track when he gained a clear view of her face.

He gaped followed by an exclamation that literally shook Adalind's soul. "Mom!?"

The young Zauberbeist called her 'Mom'.


"What are you doing here!?"

Initially, Kelly was confused. What the hell is his mother doing in this godforsaken place in the middle of the night?

"What did you just called me?" His mother asked.

But when that question was raised. Those words filled with disbelief and confusion softly escaping her lips. Kelly reconsidered that initial judgment.

Is this really her?

Giving another lookover, she does looked different. Not in terms of appearance. The girl is literally the splitting image his mother and she also looked to be around her late 20s or early 30s, same again as his Mom. Despite her actual age actually being 46. Instead, what greatly differs her from his mother, Adalind Burkhardt, is how insecure, indecisive, and desperate she looked. His Mom is the most confident woman he knows. The complete opposite of this one.

Thus, Kelly did what he can do in the situation to be certain. He scanned her. It's a trick taught by Diana where he can use his Zauberbeist power both to identify a person's identity as well as to gauge their combat capability.

The same time he was done, the woman then suddenly approached him and asked, "You called me Mom. Is your mother Adalind Schade?"

The result then registered. "Whoa!" And Kelly exclaimed to what it displayed.

Kelly intently stared at her in dead silence. His eyes riddled with disbelief. "Oh my god, you are her."

The only difference is she's only 26 years old. What the hell is going on?!

"I can explain what's going on," she said. "But please, tell me. Are you really Adalind Schade's son?"

Kelly nodded. "Yeah, I am."

Hearing that, she sighed heavily in relief. "Please help me. Bring me to her."

"I can do that but you have to explain what's going on first right now. Who are you? You're Adalind Schade but you're not my Mom."


After telling her future son whose name revealed to be Kelly everything she believed had happened and from what timeline she came from including that the Grimm was also pulled along with her, they immediately hit the road to meet her future self to seek help.

"Wow, a Maybach," Adalind commented on the car's brand. "This is one pricey car you have."

"Actually it's your car. I just borrowed it for the night."

"This is mine?"

"Oh yeah. One of your three actually. You also have an Aston and a Ferrari Dad bought you during your 10th anniversary."

Three cars. Each with the minimum of 5 zeroes. Wow, they sure are pretty loaded. Which raise the question. "Um, Kelly?"

"Yeah?"

"Who's your father?" More accurately, who is her husband?

END OF CHAPTER 1