Twisted Fate

Disclaimer: I don't own Grimm. All characters belong to the creator(s) of Grimm. I am only borrowing them for my fan fiction writing purposes.

Summary: In the midst of chasing a Grimm creature, a wayward spell collides with Nick and changes everyone's life especially Monroe's.

Chapter 4

Nick refused to return to his own bed. He felt safe with Monroe and he was insistent on staying in the Blutbad's room. The retelling of his story had him calmed but still spooked. His room only added to the recipe. Monroe gave in easily. He was prepared for Nick's insistent on sleeping with him. The minute he suggested they talk in his room he locked the door to his only escape of sleeping peacefully alone.

He tucked Nick in and smoothed the hair on the crown of his head. Nick purred and snuggled into Monroe's side.

"Good night, Nick." Monroe whispered.

"Good night, Monroe." Nick whispered back. Monroe kept patting Nick's head until he heard the soft slowing breaths indicating the Grimm had fallen asleep. With cautious care he slipped out of bed. The fact that Nick was remembering something bothered him. He knew he wasn't going to sleep unless he checked this out.

As he made his way to the kitchen Monroe thought about Nick's dream. One thing bugged him. It wasn't the forest it was that light that Nick explained. He walked into the kitchen in deep thought. The light couldn't have been a metaphor. Could it? Monroe leaned on the counter as he poured himself a glass of water. If Nick had been shot it would explain the light, the bullet reflecting the moonlight and all. But he wasn't so that couldn't have been it. Perhaps it was an actual light?

That would make more sense. Nick was a Grimm. Ninety percent of the time anything that happened to him would be Grimm related. However what puzzled him was still the light. As far as he knew no creature could do something like that. It wasn't possible. But there was only one way to check for sure.

Monroe left his glass of water on the counter in favor for the phone. He punched in Hank's number; Nick had given it to him for emergencies. This seemed like one. The phone rang for three beats before Hank picked it up mid-fourth ring. His voice was groggy as he greeted Monroe.

"Hank, its Monroe." Monroe announced himself. The line was quiet then he heard bed sheets shifting and feet plopping onto wooden floor.

"Monroe, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with Nick?" Hank asked urgently.

"Nick's fine but I got a sudden emergency… I know it's late and all but do you think you can swing by for a little while to watch him? It's not much, he's just sleeping." Once again the line was dead but then Hank sighed.

"Sure, emergencies are emergencies. I'll be there in fifteen minutes." Hank seemed annoyed but Monroe knew he'd do anything for Nick. That's what partners are for.

Exact to his word, Hank arrived fifteen minutes later. His eyes drooped and he was the perfect poster boy for Sleepy's. Monroe ushered him in.

"Thank you for doing this. Nick just fell asleep after a slight nightmare. You can use the guest bedroom. Nick is sleeping in my room. I'll be back real quick! Thanks!" Monroe rushed out the door with his jacket and car keys. Hank stood awkwardly in Monroe's living room listening to the door slam and the Volkswagen peeling out of the driveway. He was completely lost. Hank settled into the couch of the quiet dark house. He had a feeling Monroe was going to be back for a while.

MONROEANDNICK

The trailer sat where it was the last time Monroe was here for the gun. That ogre was nasty and he felt terrible for what happened to Nick. The door squeaked open under his careful hand. It was so fragile; he could tear it off with just a fifth of his strength. The trailer whined under his weight as he stepped in. The contents of the trailer still amazed him, weapons, dissected things, and mass amounts of books. Monroe turned on the table lamp and peered over at the bookshelf. His confidence sank to the bottom of his stomach. There were a lot of books on that shelf, a lot.

"O…k…" He sighed in exhaustion. He had only had three hours of sleep before Nick literally screamed him awake. The mass amount of books was only adding to his frustration. "Let's eliminate some of these books." He trailed over the titles of creatures he already knew about. The ones he didn't he plucked them out and placed them on the table. By the time he was done there were a total of at least five books. And they were all at least a hundred to two pages.

Quickly Monroe sat down to skim the books. The first few pages of one book already determined whether it was the creature or not. He read words like "tore limbs apart", "fed to the young", "bred with humans to reproduce", and many more until one book was left. He looked at the title. It read Enchantress.

"… Why did I not start with this one?" He asked himself. He rubbed his eyes. Sleep deprivation was getting to him and throwing his IQ points down a waterfall. He flipped open the book. The first thing that jumped out at him was "Enchantresses are unlike other creatures. They are humans with sorceress like powers and have no form for Grimms to see" and "they are all FEMALES".

Wasn't Nick chasing a female? The thought flipped itself over in his mental frying pan. It cooked as he kept reading, feeding it with information. The more he read the more it sounded like Nick got hit with a spell from an Enchantress. However he couldn't find the spell that hit Nick. There were tons of information on their abilities but they were incomplete. They were all over the place.

The last page flipped past his sight and he closed the book. This book was beyond incomplete. It wasn't even half complete. No information on how to track them, how to defeat them, what their personality was, how they lived, only random snippets of their abilities as Enchantresses. For the first time the Grimms failed their own when the time was needed for their help. Monroe placed all the books he didn't need back where he found it. He checked his watch. It was six in the morning already. He groaned. He promised Hank he'd be back quick. It's been four hours.

MONROEANDNICK

Hank was already awake when Monroe walked in through the door. By the looks of things, Hank hadn't even gone through his morning routine. The detective was on the phone in the farthest corner of the living room away from the hallway. He was rubbing his neck as he listened intently. Monroe ignored him for now to go check up on Nick. He pushed the door open softly afraid to awaken Nick. The Grimm slept peacefully with his limbs wrapped around a pillow. The blanket lay askew on the foot of the bed. Monroe resisted the urge to laugh as he replaced the blanket over the Grimm. Nick shifted in his sleep and tugged the blanket closer to him.

"Ummm… got a minute?" Hank appeared at the doorway. He was careful to keep his voice soft. Monroe nodded. They returned to the living room.

"What is it?" Monroe asked, a little irritated but Hank brushed it off.

"I've looked at Nick's file over the database. I looked into his life at seven years old…"

"Yeah?" Monroe was ready to growl at him.

"I found out his parents traveled a lot and they were currently in New York City at that time… his parents were murdered." Hank finally dropped the bomb.

"… They were murdered?" Monroe growled. He fought the urge to turn and growl at Hank. The detective nodded.

"I suggest you bring him to a children's psychologist to get a full diagnosis. If in his mind it happened already he needs professional help." Hank peered at the hallway as if Nick would be standing there glaring at him.

"I'll do that, thanks…" Monroe was bewildered. He knew creatures killed his parents but for it to be at seven years old was no coincidence. His eyes peered over at the book he still carried. A haunted feeling sitting at his stomach told him it had something to do with the Enchantress that enchanted Nick.

"I know this is horrible timing and immoral but I got to go. Nick's excused from work, not me." Hank waved good-bye, yawned, and drove off his property. Monroe didn't even bother to see if he locked the doors. He placed the book on his workstation and headed back to his room. Nick was still snuggled into the pillows fast asleep. The Blutbad stripped off his coat while eying the other side of the bed longingly. It was still early, enough time for a few extra hours of sleep.

Mindful of dipping the bed, Monroe slipped in and wrapped the other half of the blanket around him. He cuddled into the pillow slipping his eyes closed. A pair of arms wrapped themselves around him suddenly. He shot up alarmed.

"Huh?" Nick sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Mommy?" He whined unaware of the environment he was in. Monroe's heart stung as the word passed through his ears. The knowledge of Nick not seeing his mother again was tearing at his heart. Nick looked around the room.

"Mommy?" Nick whined again. Then his eyes settled on Monroe. Realization dawned on him. His shoulders hunched, he tore his eyes away to stare at the blanket upon his legs. Seconds later there were sniffles. "She's not here is she?" Nick asked in a quiet defeated voice. Monroe inched forward unsure what to do. He settled on wrapping his arms around Nick and pulling his head to rest on his chest.

"I'm sorry, Nick." Monroe whispered. Finally the dam broke and Nick bawled. Tears streamed at a rapid pace down his cheeks. It stained Monroe's arms but he let it be. Nick needed to get this out. As Nick cried Monroe gone through the day he had with Nick. The seven years old behavior was explainable now. Why he acted so hyper and why he smiled all the time. It was prevent himself from crying and admitting he missed his mother.

"I'm s-sorry fo-for crying!" Nick whimpered between tears. Monroe shook his head.

"It's ok to cry, Nick. It's ok to cry." Monroe whispered, kissing the top of Nick's head. Nick wailed louder. His cries tugged at the strings of Monroe's conscience. He hated the way Nick wailed and bawled over his parents' death. He hated having to sit here and not know what to do. Nick was hurting but all Monroe could offer was a hug and silence encouragement.

"Mommy!" Nick hollered into Monroe's chest as he punched it, each time with grief. Monroe just held on tighter, his hands squeezing the Grimm's head and waist in understanding.

"Cry it out, Nick. Cry it out." Monroe urged him on. The crying session led well into midmorning. Nick never let up on his wailing it only got louder. He pushed Monroe back at some point in favor of screaming into his pillow. Though hurt, Monroe left the room to prepare Nick some breakfast. He figured Nick could use a minute to himself to gather his thoughts. The screaming grew incessant even as minutes passed by.

Then it grew quiet.

Monroe ceased his actions in making eggs to listen. There was no shuffling or the patter of feet on the wooden floor boards. Worry had him turning off the stove and rushing into the bedroom.

"Nick!" Monroe shouted but clasped a hand onto his mouth when he realized the Grimm wasn't in danger. He fell asleep.

The crying and screaming must have tired him out. Monroe concluded. He pulled the blanket over him and closed the doors. He packed away Nick's share of the breakfast before eating his own in silence.

Nick sleeps through the morning and most of the afternoon allowing Monroe to ponder over the sudden news about Nick's parents and the coincidence that Nick reverted back to the age when it all happened.

It's not a coincidence. It must be connected. Monroe peered over to the book that still sat on his workstation. He knew the contents inside out by now but he needed more. Who could he ask for more information on Enchantresses? They were a secretive bunch that eluded Grimms for most of time. He could always try to locate an Enchantress but he knew his chances of that. It was slim to none. They'll hex him first then ask questions later.

Perhaps Angelina knows something? She gets around a lot. Monroe knew it was a long shot but soon found himself reaching for his phone and searching up Angelina's number.

"Hello?" Angelina picked up on the second ring.

"Hey, it's Monroe."

"What do you want, Monroe?" Angelina sounded frustrated and a little pissed. Not that Monroe can blame her. He did side with Nick the last time she was here. Suddenly asking for her help didn't seem like a good idea. She'll probably take this chance to kill Nick in the dead of night or when someone wasn't looking. But he swallowed his fears and went ahead with his plan.

"I need your help. Do you know any Enchantresses?" There was a pause after his sentence.

"Why do you need to know? Monroe, Enchantresses are not meant to be messed around with. They're conniving and manipulative." Angelina started to lecture.

"I know but I think Nick has crossed paths with one and something… bad has happened." He struggled for the right word to use. He hoped bad covered it.

"… That Grimm again," Angelina spat.

"That Grimm saved my life many times. I was lucky he didn't chop my head off during that case about the missing red hooded little girl." Monroe countered. The urge to defend Nick was strong.

"Lucky? You could have taken him!" Angelina shouted.

"Angelina! Do you know any Enchantresses? Yes or no?" Monroe shouted back before it got out of hand. He had to stick to his plan.

"Of course I do. Who do you think you're talking to?" Angelina bitched back.

"Can you get me in contact with one?" Monroe knew he was going to regret this move.

"No, it's too risky. Enchantresses are never to be trusted."

"… I still need to try, Nick's been hexed. I have to fix him, it's the least I can do." Monroe practically begged.

"What do you think you'll be able to do if you get in contact with one? They're a species that sticks together. They'll never tell you anything." Angelina snorted as if calling him incompetent.

"You leave that to me. Just get me in contact with one." Monroe wasn't backing down. This was his only chance in ever getting Nick back to normal.

"Fine I know one who's a little less traditional. She's young so I can't guarantee anything, give me ten minutes," and the line went dead.

Truth to her words, Angelina called back ten minutes later.

"Well?" Monroe asked.

"I didn't get you a meeting but she's willing to talk on the phone. That paranoid freak." Angelina commented before there was the rustling of paper. She recited the Enchantress' number to Monroe who wrote it on the palm of his hand.

"Thanks Angelina," Monroe smiled.

"If anything happens to you don't blame me. Blame your own ass for jumping into this." Then the line went dead once more. Monroe stared at the number. The area code indicated this Enchantress lived right outside of Portland.

How convenient….

Monroe checked in on Nick once more to make sure he was still asleep. The Grimm had flipped positions, his foot atop the pillows and his head by the foot of the bed. Monroe resisted the urge to laugh. He retreated back into the living room and dialed the number.

It rang for several seconds before there was a click. "Hello?" The voice was low and even and sounded awkwardly surprised.

"Hi, I'm Angelina's Blutbad friend who requested your assistance?" Monroe didn't even know why he went formal.

"Dude, relax," the voice laughed. "No need to be all formal." The voice was still ringing with laughter. Angelina's previous warnings seemed exaggerated to Monroe.

"Sorry, I'm just nervous, meeting new people and all."

"Mmhmm, I have that problem sometimes. Anyway, Ang' said you had something you needed help with?" Monroe paused at the use of Angelina's nickname. He hadn't heard anyone but he and her brothers call her that. It made him think just how close she was with this Enchantress.

"Yeah, um, this is going to sound insane and possibly excite you so brace yourself." Monroe warned her first.

"Ok… warned and braced," she giggled. "Go on."

"My friend, a Grimm, got hexed by an Enchantress and now he's regressed back to seven years old. How do I get him back?" Monroe rushed through the sentence.

"You're friends with a Grimm?" The Enchantress mocked. Monroe rolled his eyes, figures; she only heard the first part.

"Yeah, it's a long story."

"Ok," she answered back simply. "Hexed huh? We don't hex people that much anymore… too easily caught in this modern world of science and logic."

"So it wasn't an Enchantress?" Monroe felt his stomach drop several stories.

"I'm not saying it's not," she retraced her steps, "I'm just saying there are not much of us who still hex people. The only ones who do are really traditional; people who can't let go of the old order." Monroe wondered vaguely why she was being so open. Angelina had told him that Enchantresses are secretive but she seems completely open to sharing information.

"Why are you being so open with me?" Monroe decided to call her on it.

"What?" She was caught off guard and responded stupidly.

"I read that Enchantresses were secretive and elusive. Why are you giving me all these answers?"

"You don't want them?" She asked back in return. There was a hint of a smirk in her voice. He would bet his life that she was smirking.

"It's not that—"

"Then why are you complaining? Just accept what I'm giving you." She bit back aggressively. Monroe resisted the urge to growl at her. His wolf had taken that as a challenge but he knew that wasn't her intention.

"Fine, then tell me, if it's a hex how do I reverse it?"

"There's no definite way. You have to find the Enchantress who did the hex."

"… How do I know who did the hex?" Monroe was beginning to feel this was a waste of time.

"Each Enchantress has their own insignia on the hexes they did. It's like a strand of DNA that's left behind. It's imbedded into the hex and then later attached onto the victim."

"Ok, so how do I find this DNA?" There was silence for a moment. "Hello?"

"There should be a mark on the victim. Anything else?" Suddenly she sounded hurried and distracted. Monroe scratched around his head quickly since he didn't want to keep her. She had been extremely helpful despite the nature of her species.

"Not at the moment but if I do can I call you again?"

"Sure, just don't call after nine or before seven."

"Thanks."

"No problem, bye," and the line went dead. Monroe stared at the phone for a minute; there was resemblance between Angelina and this Enchantress.

A/N: Thank you for reading my story!

I know I haven't updated in a while. It's because I'm also working on an original fiction. I know this chapter is short but I hope you enjoy it and give me some feedback. It'll inspire me to write faster and more. :D

Till the next chapter, my dear readers!