(Taking place in events of Game Ogre, obviously.)
It was supposed to be a goodnight, a nice meal; a break from all the chaos that usually consumed their lives. However, instead Adalind came home to a completely wrecked living room and a window that a Siegbarste had busted through. The very same Siegbarste that managed to beat Nick to pulp, enough to put him in a hospital bed. If she hadn't showed up in time..
She wanted to kill that damn Siegbarste. It didn't matter why he did what he did, but he hurt her Grimm. Nobody would get away with hurting the person she loved the most.
Adalind had never left the hospital room since they got there, refused to leave his side until she knew he was okay. Especially since he kept trying to get out of bed and go after him. Just when he tried to get up again, she pressed him down.
"Nick, you need to stay in the hospital where they can take care of you, if you go out there Stark could kill you." She said with a frown, but relaxed when he seemed to stop fighting her.
"But he is on his way to kill Hank! He has to be stopped." He grunted in pain due to the soreness of his body. "I have to call Monroe, the ogre gun…"
"I'll take care of him." She squeezed his hand, "If anyone is going to help kill the damn Siegbarste it will be me. You just focus on sleeping."
Nick wanted to argue, and he probably would have, but Adalind was stubborn. Granted if the positions were switched, he would do exactly the same and she could handle herself. He squeezed her hand back. But he was still worried.
"Okay, but I'm going to call Monroe, I'm not letting you go there alone without help."
They got there just as Hank was in the middle of attempting to fight back, but he was a mere Kehrseite. He wouldn't stand a chance against a Siegbarste. Hell, most wesen wouldn't and he nearly killed Nick, a Grimm. Adalind didn't even bother to be sneaky or didn't necessarily care if she would risk being 'seen' as she woged.
"Get away from him you bastard," she shouted before putting part of her focus into using her powers to compress his head. High pain tolerance or not, this extreme amounts of pressure and it would definitely at least sting. Just enough to get his attention away from the Detective.
The Siegbarste, Oleg Stark was his name apparently, at first didn't stop and was about to try to finish off Hank, until it became evident that he was finally feeling the pressure. Hands pressed against his forehead before he turned his attention to Adalind, glaring.
Little did they know that Hank was still conscious, just enough to see Adalind woged and his eyes widened before finally passing out. While Monroe had some of his attention on Oleg, he happened to catch the look on Hank's face but there was nothing he could do.
"You're that Hexenbiest bitch that stopped me from killing the Grimm," he growled, the brief bit of pain he felt now gone and more of an irritation, "I'll kill you and then I'll kill your little boyfriend."
For a brief second Adalind glanced up at Monroe, a silent message to get ready to fire the Ogre gun, in case it came down to it. Monroe was a good distance away, but close enough that he could get a good shot on him.
"Is that what you're going to do? Well now I'm the Hexenbiest bitch who is going to kill you.." She snapped, and started using as much force as she could. The force almost immediately stopped him dead in his tracks as he was about to charge at her.
Adalind was worried that it wouldn't be good enough, seeing as force generally didn't kill a Siegbarste. However soon it looked like was starting to feel excruciating pain before his brain just burst.
Monroe disassembled the gun, put it in its case, and made his way over to her. "Well looks like we didn't need the gun after all...wow, okay." He shook his before looking down at Hank. "By the way, I think he may have seen you woged…"
"With any luck he won't remember. But I don't think we should be here by the time he wakes up, which shouldn't be too long. Unless you want him to ask questions."
Nick couldn't get himself to sleep. There was no way he would be able to knowing that Adalind was out there. He needed to make sure she was okay, and that Oleg was taken care of… When the door opened he instinctively turned his head to look for who it was, relieved when he it was Adalind.
"Please tell me you have been sleeping this entire time and not waiting for me." She plead but could assume that he'd been awake. "Nick…"
"I couldn't sleep until you were safe, I can't help but worry about you, did he hurt you?" He looked her over to see if he would spot any wounds or marks, "I shouldn't have let you go."
"He hurt you Nick, there was no way I wasn't going to go. I promise I'm okay, better than okay." She shook her and reached out to hold his hand. "Anyway, what should matter is that we took care of the problem and Hank is safe and Monroe is okay."
"Why do I get the feeling that there is something you aren't telling me?" He rose an eyebrow, although relieved that everyone was okay. "What are you aren't you telling me?"
Adalind sighed deeply, not really wanted to tell him but lying wouldn't do any good. "Well, I'm sure this may not be the case, but Monroe thought he noticed Hank see me woged. If he did it was only for a second."
"He didn't you actually woge, did he?" His eyes widened at her words. "Did he see Oleg?"
"I doubt he saw Oleg," She said with certainty, "He was too busy fighting him at time to see me woge."
"Well let's hope it's that he didn't see anything, but I may have to explain…"
She scooched the seat next to the bed closer to it and took a seat, "We'll worry about that tomorrow, for now get some rest."
Not the best chapter, but here it is nonetheless. Still not sure where I am going with it. Next one will hopefully be better!
Also, I really want to take the time to thank everyone for the support, I never expected this much. 3