I am so sorry for the delay, there was a mix up in the chapter numbers and I had to go through all the Chapters I'd done and rearrange them so they were correct and I put the right one up, I was about to put up last chapter again until I realised I had already edited it.
Charity woke up the next morning ready to go and full of energy which wasn't very surprising considering her Bear Trap was pumping drugs into her system.
She jumped out of bed to quickly have a shower and wash she her hair, turning some music up.
She danced around her room in a towel, singing to herself. She danced around her walk in while she picked her clothes for the day. A pair of black stockings and a nice blue denim skirt, fishnet arm stockings and a white shirt that she'd gotten in Vienna on her 13th birthday.
She quickly did her hair in a bun and walked out her room and out into the kitchen, "Morning, Chari." Her fathers said in unison.
"I didn't expect to see you two still here." Charity said rummaging through the fridge for the Orange juice.
"I don't have to go to work until 11.30 and Nick doesn't have a case as of yet." Sean replied.
Charity smiled, "Cool."
"Are you ready for camp?" Nick asked.
She nodded, "I am, and don't worry, I'm taking my phone and my gun."
They both nodded.
"You're very lucky we're letting you go, Charity, what happened on Sunday is serious." Sean said.
Charity nodded, "I know dad."
"When does the bus get here?" Sean asked.
"10." Charity replied, glancing at the clock, an hour left.
"Charity if anything goes wrong at all you have to call us, we don't want anything happening to anyone especially you." Sean said and then went through the normal lecture for about the next 50 minutes. Nick contributing every now and then.
" . . . Is that clear?"
"Yes, dad, I will do anything you ask as long as you don't call me."
"Agreed."
"I have to go." Charity said standing up and walking down into her room to pick up her large duffel she had taken from Nick's college days. She also grabbed her little shoulder bag and pulled on her black high heeled boots.
"Likewise." She heard Sean say as Nick's phone rang.
"Burkhardt . . . yep . . . okay . . . I'll be right there."
Charity slung her bag over her shoulder and walked back into the living room clipping her holster to her belt, carrying her leather jacket over her arm.
"Got your keys, got your gun, got your phone and are still living?" Nick asked as they walked towards the elevator, smirking over at Sean.
"Yep." Charity smiled from in between them. They dwarfed her in size, especially Sean, she barely just reached Nick's shoulder. She was rather short, something her father's thought was because of the Compound.
"Well, have a good time and be safe, we don't want you coming back to us injured, we've seen enough of that."
"Okay, I promise I won't get run over, shot, stabbed or any of the in-between." Charity laughed, stepping out of the elevator.
"Morning." Elston smiled, "You guys are all awfully late."
"I'm going camping." Charity smiled, bouncing over to sit on his desk, glancing out into the street to check for the bus which was yet to arrive.
"Sounds fun." Elston replied, "I remember when you three used to go camping all the time."
"Not us," Sean smiled, "Charity's going with the school."
"Ah, I used to love my school Camps, but I suppose they would have been a little different to what yours are gonna be." Elston smiled.
Charity smiled and glanced out onto the road where the bus had just stopped, "Ok, time for me to leave." She hugged Elston and he kissed her on the cheek, "Bye, see you next week."
"Cya Chari."
Sean and Nick walked her down the stairs.
"No PDA, there are some very homophobic people on that bus." Charity warned as they reached the top of the circular staircase.
"Noted." Nick smiled glancing over at his husband with a cheeky smile.
Charity beamed at the both of them, "Okay, see you next week." She hugged both of them and kissed their cheeks.
"Love you." She smiled.
"Love you too." They replied.
Sean split from them with a sly, "I shall get my goodbye kiss." Directed at Nick who smirked, he made his way down into the garage while Charity quickly grabbed her card to open the front door, sliding it into the lock she pushed the door open and snatched the card back, holding the door open for Nick and tucking away her card. She quickly pulled on her leather jacket as Nick kissed her on the forehead.
"Bye, daddy, see you when I get back." She smiled as he climbed into his car that was parked on the curb.
"Bye, gorgeous, be safe."
She nodded and jogged across the road to the bus waited for the door to open, it looked like she was the last person to be picked up.
She was greeted by an explosion of voices and quickly found Miles and Andrew saving her a seat next to Mr Dane. She quickly walked down to them, shoving her duffel into the overhead compartment and taking a seat beside Mr Dane.
"Hey," He smiled.
"Hi," She replied.
"You live there?" Miles and Andrew exclaimed, "Are you rich or something?"
Charity looked down, "Something like that." She murmured.
The boys started talking about what they would buy if they had enough money to live in the most expensive building in Portland.
"Rich, ey?" Mr Dane asked.
Charity grimaced, "Nope, but my father is."
Mr Dane laughed, "You don't seem like a spoilt child."
"Well, I wasn't," Charity replied, "My parents come from two very different worlds and my father didn't enjoy being spoilt so he made sure I worked for what I have."
"Well, you're very fortunate." Mr Dane replied, "I grew up in a three bedroom house with 7 sisters."
"I hate it when people say that." She murmured, "I don't want the money, if I could give it to the people that have grown up in poverty or in houses like yours used to be."
Mr Dane smiled, "One day, I think you will give every penny you own to some Charity."
Charity smiled and laughed, "People say my name suits me in that respect."
"What Chari?"
She stared at him for a second, "That's not my name."
He looked at her confused, "But it says that on the role."
"I've used it for so many years, I think they changed it, I don't think anyone hasn't called me Chari in years unless they were angry with me."
"Wow, so what's your real name."
She laughed, "My name is Charity."
"Charity?" He asked, "Well, that does suit you then."
"You can't tell me you seriously didn't know that."
He held up his hands in surrender, "I truly didn't know that."
Charity smirked and said, to prove a point, "You can't tell me that Alex isn't your nickname?"
"Yeah, it is my nickname, I don't really like my real name."
"Well, what is it?" Charity asked.
"I don't-"
"I told you mine." She pointed out.
"Dammit, my real name is Alexander."
"Aw, that's cute." Charity smirked, "I like it, it suits you as well. Greek, if I recall, meaning Protector of Mankind, I can even tell you what your name does to your personality, if you want?"
"Sure, shoot."
Charity thought back on her History class and said like she was reading it straight out of a notebook:
"The name of Alexander makes you extremely generous. You have a bubbling, spontaneous nature and a happy-go-lucky outlook which helps smooth the pathway of life. You are also very sympathetic to the needs of others. You are interested in art, music, singing, dancing, and anything of an artistic nature, you could become a very fine performer. Your spontaneous expression stands you in good stead during arguments or debates, though you are perhaps too outspoken and inclined to sarcasm. While the name Alexander creates the urge to be self-expressive and happy, we point out that causes a scattered and emotional nature. In the long term, it can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the liver and bloodstream."
Mr Dane stared at her shocked, "Are you a robot?"
Charity laughed, "No."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive, I've been tested." She replied with a chuckle.
"Where did you learn that?"
"History," She replied, "I have photographic memory. We were doing a lesson on Greek names and I can remember that was one of the names I pulled out of Mr Harrison's hat, along with Athena and Helena."
"Wow, I would love to have Photographic Memory!" Mr Dane smiled.
Charity shook her head, "It's really annoying, it doesn't give much room for thinking, because you have so many memories crammed into your head, it gives me headaches a lot, but I have some ways of clearing my mind."
"Oh, it must has it's disadvantages."
Charity nodded, "Like the fake if you have one memory in your life that you don't even want to think about let alone remember you will always have it there, just waiting to make you break down or cry or make you murderous."
"What your memory?" Mr Dane asked.
She looked over at him and made a decision out of trust though it wasn't one of her worse, "Seeing my father hurt, we'd been in a park when I was six playing baseball and we were walking home and this group of men picked a fight with my father, it was 7 against 1 and a 6 year old girl, one of the them grabbed me and I had to watch as they beat the crap out of my father and I didn't have a clue what to do, so I hit the one holding me in the face with my baseball bat and clubbed a couple of the others before then ran off, carrying away the unconscious man that had been holding me." She'd rung Sean after than on her father's cell phone and her father had been taken to hospital and the people had been caught, they had went after him because he was a Grimm.
"Wow, Chari, that's amazing, you must have been quite the intellect, to know how to act like that, that was very brave of you. Was your father ok?"
Charity nodded, "5 broken ribs, some severe bruising and a lot of blood and cuts but other than that he was fine, it was just sitting in hospital looking at the man I thought was invincible laying there, all hurt, I didn't sleep for weeks."
"Wow, you must have been a very strong young girl." Mr Dane told her.
She smiled, "I guess, I had a lot of help."
Andrew nudged her shoulder, "Wait for it." He was looking down the front of the bus where Mrs Bradmen was standing clearing her throat.
Charity laughed.
"Movie time." The sour woman said.
"Yah!" The bus shouted.
"School videos."
"Boooo!" Everyone shouted in protest, banging on the back of each other's chairs, even Mr Dane joined in.
"That is final," She glared and started the films that started when they were in preschool.
"Oh my god." Charity muttered as a picture of her class popped up.
It went through pictures and thank god Charity wasn't in any of them and then the video's came along. The first one was of Brishon and then of Catlyn Greavy and then came Charity's.
"I'm gonna die." Charity murmured.
"Oh my god is that you?" Miles, Andrew and Mr Dane exclaimed, all of them had only come to the school 2 or 2 years earlier while Charity had been there her whole life.
"Okay, Chari what's your name?" The teacher.
"But miss, you know my name." Little Charity replied, "You just called me it."
The teacher laughed, "You have to tell the camera sweetie."
"But a camera is an inanimate object, it can't talk back." Charity replied.
"I know, sweetie, but please just answer the questions."
"Ok, if you say so, my names Charity Bancroft."
"But your last name is Renard." Miles said.
"Now's not the time for that conversation." Charity replied.
"How old are you?"
"I'm six."
"What are your parents' names?"
"Sean and Nicky."
"But that's wrong as well." Mr Dane said, "In History you told us your parents' names were Jyle and Natseah."
"Not time for that conversation as well." Charity replied.
"What your favourite thing to do."
"Draw."
"Who's your best friend?"
Charity groaned.
"Reggie!" Charity smiled and a 6 year old Regina Coff jumped into the shot to hug little Charity.
The bus went up in smoke; everyone was shouting and going off their heads.
"You've got to be kidding!" Brishon shouted from the back.
Regina and Charity rolled their eyes and glanced at each other, it had been years since they had looked at each other as though they were lost friends. Regina quickly looked away.
"Oh my god, Regina Coff and Chari Renard, best friends, that has to be the most impossible thing in the world." Brishon hollered, "The world is ending."
Regina was bright red by then and Charity felt oddly sorry for her.
"Fucking hell, Regina, how could you be friends with a girl like her, I wanna know what slutish things are hiding under those clothes that she keeps so strictly hidden. Did you guys get up to some Lesbian fun, fucked each other sideways."
Brishon was ok when he was alone but with his friends, the Jocks, he was a complete and utter ass.
"That be just like little innocent Chari Renard to be lesbian, she's already fucked up enough, why doesn't she go join the Homo's as well, they're just as fucked up as she is."
The teachers were yelling at him to be quite and to stop swearing.
But Brishon had touched a sore spot in Charity, nobody insults homosexual's in front of her and get away with. Charity was out of her seat in a flash, Mr Dane didn't even have enough time to grab her before she stalked down the aisle, grabbed Brishon by the collar of his shirt and shoved him into the back of the bus, "You insult homosexuals in front of me again and I'll shoot you, is that understood?" She asked, in a low, ferocious voice that left no room for argument.
"Y . . . Yes." He struggled to breathe against the tight drip she had on him.
"Chari," She felt a soft hand on her shoulder, she glanced back surprised to see Regina standing there, "He's not worth it, your father will be furious if he hears about this."
Charity let go of him with a shove sending him to the floor and whipped around, going to walk past Regina before she heard Brishon speak again, "Her parents are probably homo's too!"
"Chari!" Regina caught her arm as she turned back to Brishon and tried to pull her back. No use, Charity slipped right through her grip, walked up to Brishon and kicked him across the face, knocking him silent and unconscious.
Charity returned to her seat and crossed her arms as Mrs Bradmen dashed up the bus to see if Brishon was ok.
"Miss Renard, that was entirely uncalled for, you will be punished." Mrs Bradmen said as Brishon started to stir.
Charity turned to face her with a sickly sweet smile, "With all due respect, get fucked."
There was a shocked gasp from everyone in the bus and Mrs Bradmen went pale.
"Prostitute." She muttered as she sat back in her chair properly.
"MISS RENARD, THAT IS UNEXCEPTABLE LANGUAGE-" The shouting was cut off as Charity put earphones in her ears.
Andrew and Miles were staring at her in shock and admiration. She'd defended Gays and Lesbians, kicked and threatened the most popular guy in school and sworn at a teacher all in the period of 5 minutes.
"Holy crap," Miles whispered, "She has balls."
"Yep." Andrew replied in a dazed state.
Mr Dane was staring at Charity in plain admiration and looked up as Mrs Bradmen walked up to Charity and started shouting at her. Mr Dane stood, "I actually have to agree with Miss Renard."
That made everyone surprised.
"Ex . . . Excuse me, Alex?"
"I said I have to agree with Miss Renard." Mr Dane replied, "What Brishon was saying was completely uncalled for and I can personally say I would have acted the same way Chari did."
"Alex . . ." She looked betrayed, teachers were supposed to stick together.
"I'm sorry, Victoria but I will not have students abusing homosexuality." Mr Dane replied, "I myself am a supporter of Homosexuality and I think old fashioned ways are destroying this generation along with bad manners."
"Fine," Mrs Bradmen snarled, "Miss Renard will have no punishment, Brishon will have a week's detention when we return to school." She went to take her seat back at the front of the bus with the other teachers.
Mr Dane sat down again and smiled, he looked over at Charity to see her beaming at him, "Thank you."
"You heard all that?" He asked.
She held up the other end of her earphones to show that it wasn't connected to anything, "I felt like pissing her off a bit more."
Mr Dane smiled and laughed, "Oh my god, that's what I love about you, you'll do anything."
Charity laughed, "Almost everything."
Mr Dane laughed.
"You are freaking amazing." Andrew said from beside her.
"What he said." Miles murmured.
Charity laughed, "I love you guys."
And I love you guys too :) Sorry for the delay. For your information, the Grimm Season 2 Part 2 Trailer has come out on Youtube one NBCGrimms Channel and it's set to come back on on March 8th Epppppp, I'm so excited! It's so far away :)
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