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This is the last installment of the episode, Island of Dreams. Reminder, this is a Nick Burkhardt/OC fanfic, not a Monroe/OC fanfic. I know it may seem differently but this is a slow burn! It will eventually get to Nick and Lucille!
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Chapter Four (Part Three)
Lucille wake up a little later than what she normally would on a weekday. Tod was snoring loudly at the end of her bed. She remembered the previous days events. She breathed in a ragged breath at the thought that her brother was dead.
"Nick! Rosalee is saying that she is going to the shop today!" Monroe's voice filled the usually peaceful silence.
Lucille couldn't help but roll her eyes at her sister's stubbornness. From what she understood, Rosalee wanted to get everything packed up as soon as she could and bury Freddie just as fast.
"No, no! I'm still at Lucille's with Rosalee," Monroe must have been talking to Nick on his cellphone.
Lucille sighed as she got out of her cozy bed and started walking down the hallway. Tod followed her lazily. She didn't even bother changing out of her pajamas. It was her house. If she wanted to walk around in a spaghetti strap shirt and boy shorts, she could!
"Rosalee, before you go, you need to at least eat breakfast," Lucille commented as she walked into the kitchen.
Monroe shot her a look.
"You ain't gonna stop her," Lucille commented. "You may be a blutbad but that doesn't mean shit with Rosalee."
She started pressing some Kona coffee beans.
"You making coffee?" Rosalee walked into the kitchen, fully dressed already. She glanced at her sister. "And will you please put some clothes on?"
"It's my house, I can do what I want," Lucille stated flatly as she started brewing the freshly crushed beans. "Want some?"
"Yes, please."
Lucille grabbed three coffee mugs from the cabinet. She poured coffee into her mug and added a nice amount of creamer into her's. She handed her sister her mug, "Creamer and sugar are over there."
"Thanks, Luce."
Lucille walked into the living room where Monroe was standing. He had finished the phone conversation with Nick. He was now folding the blankets on the couch.
"I have coffee," she stated as she handed him his mug. "Creamer and sugar are in the kitchen."
"Thanks," Monroe accepted the mug.
Lucille nodded, "You better like it, I pressed it myself. I hate the already pressed stuff. It doesn't taste as rich as pressed."
"Agreed!"
"I'm gonna get ready," Lucille stated as she walked out of the living room down the hall to her bedroom.
She quickly got dressed into a pair of black leggings and white long sleeved shirt. She threw a grey button sweater over top with a grey and red scarf. She then grabbed her brown leather boots to complete her outfit.
"Ready?" Lucille asked as she walked back out into the kitchen.
"Yea," Rosalee said. "I refuse to sit around when I could be doing something helpful today."
Lucille nodded in understanding at her sister, "Meeting us over at the spice shop?" She directed her question at Monroe.
"Yea," he answer putting his mug in the sink. "I'm following you?"
Lucille shrugged, "That's up to you if you want to take your own car or if you want to travel with us."
"I'll opt with my own car," Monroe said, eyeing the red in her scarf.
Lucille glanced down and gave Monroe a look, "Really? It's literally 1/10 of my out!"
"Rather not take any chances."
"Fair enough," Lucille stated. She put on her peacoat and grabbed her keys from the counter. "Guess we'll see you there."
The two fuchsbaus climbed into Lucille's car, which was parked in the garage. Lucille pulled out and started her way to the Pacific Highway. She knew the route by heart but this time she had to be careful because of the yellow bug that was following her.
"You really going back to Seattle?" Lucille asked her older sister.
Rosalee looked over her sister, "Yea… You want me to stay?"
Lucille just shrugged, "I'm just so used to having one of you around, you know?"
"I don't think I could stay," Rosalee said sadly. "Especially with Freddie's shop."
"I don't think it would be a bad idea to keep it open," Lucille tried to reason. "I mean that's what he would have wanted, right? I know you tried the apothecary before… But Freddie left the shop to you… Not me, Not DeEtta. You."
"Yes. But that also means it is my decision to keep it own or to shut it down," Rosalee stated firmly. It seemed that her mind was already made up.
"Just promise me you'll think about it," Lucille requested. "Wouldn't it be nice to be near me anyway? Your favorite sister?"
Rosalee stayed quiet as Lucille pulled onto NW Couch Street and then turned on to NW 2nd Avenue.
Lucille parked her car. A few moments later, the yellow bug pulled in the open spot behind her.
"Nick said he's going to send an officer over later on to check on us," Monroe stated as he got out of the car. "I thought it best to tell you when we got here instead of over at the house."
Lucille nodded. She didn't mind at all. She liked the fact that the detective was taking extra precautions with her and her sister. Especially since they were still so involved with the spice shop.
The three Wesen walked into the shop. Lucille glanced around the room, making sure that nothing else was disturbed since the night before. She hated the fact that she had to walk in here now and be on her toes.
"Nothing's missing," Rosalee stated, a little distain in her voice.
Lucille nodded, "I'm gonna continue inventorying downstairs. Will you be okay up here?"
Rosalee nodded at her, "Yea, I'm gonna start inventorying the shelves up here, if you don't mind."
"Have fun!" Lucille shouted as she walked the stairs into the basement. Memories of the night previous flooded her mind. She found the best way to get over something was to face it head on.
She had almost finished the two whole shelves, when she heard the door bell twinkle. 'Must be the other officer.' She heard Rosalee and Monroe speaking with whoever it was before there was loud thump.
"Everyone okay?" Lucille shouted from the basement.
No one answered her. Instead, she heard Monroe frantically calling Nick and Rosalee demanding that the officer be placed on the check out counter.
Lucille rushed upstairs and nearly screamed when she saw the officer. He was unconscious and massive blisters were forming all over his face and assumably the rest of his body.
"What the hell happened?" Lucille shouted. As she dropped her clipboard and rushed over.
"Lucille, I need you to mix these!" Rosalee shoved a small bowl in her hands. "And be quick!"
Lucille started stirring the ingredients while Rosalee rushed around to find a small brush. "What the hell is this?"
"It's a treatment to his symptoms!" Rosalee shouted as she ran into the room. "That's good!"
Rosalee started applying the ointment to the officer's blister covered face. Lucille was so focused on the officer that she didn't even hear Nick run into the store. Rosalee wasn't even finished with the applying the ointment when the officer shot straight up, screaming.
"Holy shit," Lucille screaming in response.
"Hold him down!" Rosalee shouted. "I need someone to open his mouth. He needs to drink this."
"You want him to drink that?" Lucille questioned, her voice shaky after being frightened nearly to death.
"If we want him to live, then yes," Rosalee shouted back to her. "Now someone open his mouth!"
After some effort, the officer drank the ointment. He coughed and sputtered it down his throat. He started screaming after a few moments. Whatever he was experiencing was terrifying for him. Lucille shuttered at the the thought.
"Lucille, can you hand me that black towel?"
Lucille glanced behind her. She found the towel that her sister was referring to and handed it to her. "Will he be okay?" Lucille questioned.
"Only time will tell," Rosalee stated glumly.
Lucille sighed and ran her hand through her hair, "What could have caused this?"
"I only saw this one time," Rosalee answered. "When I was 17. You were probably 10 or 11. But I think Dad said it was because the person had taken a Zaubertrank that was meant for someone else."
"Zaubertrank?" Nick questioned.
"It's like a potion," Lucille answered. 'When did he get here?' She wasn't exactly familiar with Zaubertranks. She stayed away from the apothecary side of her family. Even though she then decided to majored in science in college, specific Chemistry.
"But it's so much more than that," Monroe continued her statement, explain what a Zaubertrank was exactly.
Lucille started glancing around the room again. She stared at the jars that were on the shelves that lined the room. Frore Dried Mushroom. Viscum Coloratum. Bayberry. Rhino Horn. Nepeta Agrestis. Goji Berry. Mink Nectar.
"The two that broke into the shop yesterday were looking for Jay. There is only one place to find it," Rosalee's voice broke Lucille out of her curious stupor. "A trauminsel."
"No way! An Island of Dreams… in Portland?" Monroe sounded shocked.
"They're everywhere," Lucille stated as she continued to scan the items on the shelf.
"Where can we find one?" Nick asked, overly excited about the possible lead.
"You would have to go to a dealer that knows the location of the trauminsel," Rosalee continued. "I was hooked for seven years so I know someone that can help us."
Lucille turned around and faced her sister, "Do NOT even think about it." She woged accidentally as the waves of anger flooded through her body.
Rosalee rushed around the counter to confront her sister, "It's only to get the tickets, Luci. I'm just trying to help catch Freddie's killers."
Lucille still glared at her, "You better not go inside." The comment come out as a small growl.
"I won't! I promise!" Rosalee grabbed her sister's hand. "I'm done with that. You know that."
Lucille stared at her sister for a moment, counting her breaths, calming herself down. She glanced over at Nick and Monroe, who were awkwardly standing by the counter. "If I find out anything happened to Rosalee, I will hunt both of you down and kill you."
"We promise nothing bad will happen to her," Nick agreed. "She will only help us find the location of the trauminsel and that is it."
Lucille woged back into her human form before nodded at him, "Fine."
Rosalee turned around and looked at the officer on the counter, "Time to check on our patient!"
It was late at night by the time that she heard from Rosalee.
"We got them, Luci!" Rosalee's voice filtered through the phone speaker. She sounded excited and hopped up on adrenaline still.
"Are you okay?" Lucille asked. She hated the fact that she wasn't physically close to her sister at this moment. She desperately wanted to make sure, visually, that her sister wasn't harmed.
"Yes!" Rosalee answered. Lucille could almost hear the smile on her lips. "It was so exciting!"
"You didn't go in, did you?" Lucille asked. She needed to ask. She needed to know that her sister wasn't going to go down that path again.
"No, I didn't," Rosalee answered, her spirits faltered for a moment. Lucille felt a little guilty for dampening her sister's happy mood but she needed the confirmation. "But I stopped one of the men!" Rosalee picked up with her excitement again.
Lucille smiled as she listened to Rosalee explain how she threw a brick at one of the guys' head. She actually had saved Monroe's life because that same guy had the blutbad at gunpoint.
"How's Nick?" Lucille asked. That was the only person that didn't hear about in the story.
"Nick is fine, from what I know," Rosalee answered. "He tackled the other guy and arrested both of them. I'm assuming he is down at the precinct."
"That's good," Lucille mumbled. "I'm glad everyone is okay. Seriously,"
Rosalee was silent for a moment, "You should call him."
"What?" Lucille was a little shocked by the statement. "Call who?"
"Nick. I mean he made the arrests. You weren't there. Just ask if everything went okay," Rosalee explained. "I'm sure he will let you know that everything is."
Lucille was silent for a moment, debating if it would be okay.
"I guess," Lucille finally stated. "Good night, Rose." She wanted to end the conversation quickly before her sister started ranting about her not even attempting anything with the detective that solved their brother's murder.
"Good night, Luce."
Lucille hung up the phone. She glanced over at the kitchen. She knew that on her fridge hung the business card that Nick had given her three months ago when he was investigating the murder of Dr. Lawson. She had memorized the number quickly because she stared at the card every morning.
It was undeniable that she was attracted to the man. But didn't know if he was actually interested. For all she knew, he had a girlfriend. She didn't want to start anything that was bad for her. She didn't need the reputation of being a home wrecker floating around her name.
She looked down at her phone.
'Should I?'