Song-based drabbles of MonRosalee. Suggestions welcome!
I don't own the song, the characters, NBC, the show, or the actors. If I did, it would quickly become the MonRosalee Fluff Hour.
She was built with a brain and some swagger,
A little scream, little cry, little laugher.
She's a ten, I'm a joke in my own mind,
But she still loves to dance with my punch lines.
This love found us, now I see it.
This love, up, down, please believe.
Baby, when I'm yelling at you,
It's not your fault, it's not your fault, yeah.
And baby, 'cause I'm crazy for you,
It's not your fault, it's not your fault, yeah.
And maybe I'm a little confused,
It's not your fault, it's not your fault, yeah.
And baby, it's a wonderful news,
It's not your fault, it's not your fault, yeah.
Oh, it's not that you should care, I just wanted you to know.
I'mma fight with myself 'til I'm bleeding;
Just a taste of your skin starts the healing.
Anyone from my past, get your ammo,
Find my sun in the dark side of my shadow.
This love found us, now I see it.
This love, up, down, please believe.
Baby, when I'm yelling at you,
It's not your fault, it's not your fault, yeah.
And baby, 'cause I'm crazy for you,
It's not your fault, it's not your fault, yeah.
And maybe I'm a little confused,
It's not your fault, it's not your fault, yeah.
And baby, it's a wonderful news,
It's not your fault, it's not your fault, yeah.
Oh, it's not that you should care, I just wanted you to know…
He had planned to take her out for her birthday. He obsessed over it for almost a month, where he would take her, what he would give her. All the details had fallen into place, only to be dashed by the Grimm with the world's worst timing. Nick and Hank had uncovered an operation in Portland where some Ziegevolk were trafficking human females to other Wesen. The woman could be bought by the highest bidder, no questions asked. Juliette had volunteered to be brought in by Rosalee, and then Monroe was supposed to attempt to purchase her. While they managed to get the operation shut down and those responsible were jailed for kidnapping, the ensuing fight had resulted in Monroe being knocked unconscious. He had sustained a concussion that kept him in bed and in darkness for the better part of three days. Rosalee tended to him during her lunch break and after she had closed up the shop for the night.
When the vertigo and blurriness finally subsided and he was able to walk without losing his balance, he realized he had missed her birthday. He had not taken that realization well. Rosalee had heard him yelling at himself from downstairs and ran up to find him banging his head against his pillow (better than the wall, but still not a great thing to do for a recovering concussion patient) saying, "Damnit, damnit, damnit!" over and over.
She rushed over to him and took him in her arms (that was the only thing she could think of to make him stop flailing). When he had finally calmed down, she asked him what was wrong.
"I'm such a terrible boyfriend," he muttered, extracting himself from her embrace, refusing to meet her gaze, "I missed your birthday, I allowed myself to get hurt and you had to take care of me, and… gah!" He put his head in his hands.
"It's just a birthday…" she started, and he looked up at her. His eyes were shining, and she realized just how hard he was taking this.
"No. You deserve better. You deserve someone who not only remembers your birthday, but keeps themselves together enough to allow you to celebrate it… Please believe me, I did have something planned, I really did… And I have something for you, if you still want it…"
She took him into her arms again, noticing his tense muscles. She kissed him lightly on the cheek. "That isn't true and you know it. I know that you didn't forget. Hell, knowing you, you probably were planning something three weeks in advance. And you couldn't have known that other Blutbad would throw that table at you. I'm just relieved you're still here with me. However, throwing yourself around is probably not the best thing you could be doing right now. If you intentionally hurt yourself, THEN we'll discuss about what a terrible boyfriend you are, got it?" He nodded and relaxed into her embrace.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I just don't want to mess this up. Sometimes I feel like you're so far out of my league, and I'm, well…" She cut him off pressing her lips to his. She tried to pour everything she had into that kiss- how much she adored him, appreciated him, needed him, loved him. She loved him.
When they parted, they looked into each other's eyes for a few moments. She smiled and nuzzled his cheek.
"So, uh, you want your present? It isn't wrapped…"
"Sure." He got up and walked over to his dresser, from which he carefully extracted a box. He brought it back to her. She opened the box to find a mountain of tissue paper. Moving it aside, she gasped and carefully pulled out a piece of stained glass the size of a large sun catcher. Not just any stained glass, though, this featured the detail of a wolf and a fox snuggled together, the wolf's tail curled protectively around the fox. Rosalee felt the tears welling up in her eyes. She hadn't received a gift this beautiful, this thoughtful, in years. She carefully put it back in the box and set it on his nightstand. She embraced him again, wiping her tears away on his shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered. "I really do love you. So, so much." She pulled away and kissed him again. "You really have no idea what that means to me."
"So you're not mad?"
She shook her head. "And even if I were, what girl in her right mind would say no to a gift like that?" They sat for a moment smiling at each other. The romantic moment was interrupted by the rumble of his stomach. She laughed as he smiled sheepishly. "Let's get you something to eat. You haven't had a solid meal in the better part of three days. You can take me out Friday night, deal?" She helped him up.
"Deal. And hopefully Nick will actually let me take you out this time…"
Song: Not Your Fault by AWOLNATION. From the album Megalithic Symphony, copyright 2011, Red Bull Records.