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This chapter takes place during the beginning of Season of the Hexenbiest, the end of Face Off, and the beginning of Natural Born Wesen. Keep in mind that Lucille is a high school teacher, therefore she can't constantly be around Nick or Monroe.
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Chapter Nine
When Lucille walked into the shop, she knew instantly that Monroe was on edge. He was pacing back and forth behind the counter, running his hands through his hair making it look even shaggier, he was actually even sweating a bit from what she could tell. He quite muttering "Oh man!" to himself, clearly not realizing she had entered the shop.
"You okay, Monroe?" She asked as took my peacoat off. She was proud of the outfit had on today. A simple white shirt with my slimming white pants. Overtop, she had her favorite "power" blazer, which was a bright royal blue with quarter sleeves. On her feet were a pair of lacy toed, royal blue heels.
"No!" Monroe practically shouted at her. In his panic, his eyes woged red.
Lucille pointed sternly at him, "You need to calm down, right now."
Monroe closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, they had shifted back to his normal brown. Lucille could tell though that the little breathing exercise did not help one bit.
"Now, what happened that you are so worked up?" Lucille questioned, leaning on the counter to look at the blutbad. She looked firmly at the blutbad.
"I… I…" Monroe gulped a little. "I saw that guy again today." He finally started.
Lucille nodded in remembrance of the strange man that wanted help with an obsession of his. "Continue."
"He was with a woman," Monroe stated cautiously.
"Okay?" Lucille thought out loud.
"They were kissing," Monroe continued to speak short sentencing, trying find the correct words for what he saw that afternoon.
"There is nothing wrong with kissing in public, Monroe," Lucille chuckled. "It's probably the woman that he is obsessed with. We'll find the cure and break the spell that's over them. Simple."
"Not simple," Monroe stated.
"Okay? Then what is the problem?"
"When the woman turned around… It was Nick's girlfriend… Juliette…" Monroe answered. Immediately, he started pacing again and wringing his fingers together. He then went into a rant, like he had word vomit. "They're together but she lost memory of him when she was scared by a Hexenbiest's cat and went into a coma."
Lucille blinked at him, "Nick's… girlfriend?"
"Juliette, yes," Monroe stated.
Lucille was quiet for a moment, collecting her thoughts and ignoring the little ache in her chest. Finally after a few minutes of silence, she spoke, "Technically it isn't her fault."
"How can you say that?" Monroe asked. "She was kissing another guy in the shop! When she is technically with Nick!"
"Yes, but that guy said that he had an obsession and he wants to CURE it. If that doesn't sound like a Zaubertrank to me then I don't know what does," Lucille stated. "And you said it yourself! Juliette lost her memory. She probably doesn't even realize what is going on in her head right now."
Monroe started chewing on his thumbnail, debating over the fuchsbau's words. "So you think there is a possibility that Juliette doesn't know what she's doing?"
"I never said she didn't know what she doing. I just think that she has no control over it," Lucille stated, standing up straight. "So… what are you going to do about it?"
"I already called Nick." Monroe said flatly. "I'm just hoping he comes over to the house before he goes home to Juliette."
Lucille looked at him, "Just make sure that he is aware that it might not be her fault entirely."
Monroe nodded absentmindedly. His mind was clearly preoccupied with other matters.
Lucille had just settled down on her couch, now dressed her comfortable plaid pajama bottoms and an oversized T-shirt she stole from her brother years ago, when her phone rang.
"Rosalee!" she said, smiling. The two had talked almost every day since Rosalee had left to aid in her aunt's recovery.
"Hey Lucille!"
"How are you? How is Aunt Diane?"
"I'm good. She's actually really good." Rosalee answered. "I'm heading back to Portland tomorrow morning."
Lucille squealed happily at the news, "Do you need a ride home?"
"Actually, I already talked to Monroe. He's picking me up from the bus station when I get back in town." Rosalee paused. "I'm guessing you heard about the drama with Nick and Juliette?"
Lucille frowned a little, "I did. Monroe couldn't stop talking about it this afternoon when I was helping him."
"When I get back, I'll do some research. I might need your help with making something to cure them," Rosalee said.
"I'll be over at the shop then tomorrow after school," Lucille said. "Does that sound like a plan?"
"Works for me! See you then!"
"Love you, Rose."
"Love you, too, Luce."
Lucille hung up the phone, sighing. She knew herself well enough to know that she definitely was crushing on the blue-eyed Grimm. But what kind of person would she be if she didn't help a friend? That's what he was… in his eyes anyway. She was just going to have to shove whatever heartache she had way down deep and move on.
The Next Day
Right after school, Lucille drove over to the school. Excitement bubbling in her after not seeing her sister for nearly two weeks.
"Rosalee!" she shouted as she walked through the shop's door.
"Back here, Luce!" Rosalee called from the backroom.
When Lucille walked back to her, she saw her sister and Monroe scouring through books. Even one had spells and potions.
"Still looking for a cure?" Lucille questioned as she grabbed an unopened book.
"Yes," Rosalee said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You can start looking through that one." She handed a list of ingredients to her. "These are the ingredients that you need to find."
Lucille nodded. She sat down on the make shift bed and began searching. It didn't take her long to realize this was like searching for a needle in a haystack. "This is going to take forever!"
"Tell me about it," Monroe mumbled as he turned a page in the book he was looking through.
It was past midnight when Rosalee shouted in excitement. "I found it!"
"You did! Thank God!" Lucille said, closing her book firmly before laying back in the bed. "I though it was going to take forever."
"We gotta call Nick," Monroe stated, already dialing the detective's number.
Thirty minutes later, Nick was standing in the room with a woman, who Lucille assumed was Juliette, and the man that was seeking the cure for his obsession.
"Luce," Rosalee called. "I need your help."
Lucille walked over to her. 'Infatuation Cure.'
"Just follow these instructions, I have to go get the Warburgia, Toxicodendron, the Mullein, and the Kacip fatimah." Rosalee explained before leaving the room to search for the ingredients.
Lucille started making the potion, careful to follow the instructions. 'Mix the first three ingredients in the order listed and blend vigorously' She added the two bulbs of hemlock root, pinch of Myrrh resin, and 6 oz. of Lausenschlange oil together into a blender and started the machine.
"Thanks for organizing the shop, by the way," Rosalee spoke when she returned. She stopped the machine for a second to add the Toxicondendron into the blender.
"You're welcome," Lucille said, focusing on her make-shift chem project. "I was getting bored. And quite frankly, Freddie couldn't organize the alphabet if he wanted to."
Rosalee smiled at Lucille statement.
"Perfect!" Lucille said when Rosalee finished added the 3 oz. of Toxicondendron into the mixture. "Okay, a handful of Mullein, 3 oz. of Warburgia, and several clumps of gum arabic. Can't these people just tell me the proper amounts?" she complained as she grabbed the Mullein.
Rosalee smirked at her. "And that's why you went to science."
"At least they tell me how much to add!" Lucille sassed her sister before mumbling. "Stupid Hexenbiests."
The unnamed man shifted a little on his feet making Lucille glance over at him, "Don't tell me."
The man didn't say a word.
Lucille glanced at Nick, who looked down right pissed, and Juliette, who was stood awkwardly between the two men. She chose not to speak to either of them because honestly, she didn't know what to say.
"Alright," she added the last of the ingredients into the mixture. She started the machine again, mixing it well. She watched as the potion turned red to white within several seconds.
Rosalee stopped the machine and poured the white concoction into a glass.
"Alright, Nick," she said handing it over to him. "Drink up."
Nick inspected the glass before completely downing it in a few gulps. He glanced up at everyone. "Is that it?"
"Wait for it," Rosalee answered.
Before she even finished, Nick was doubled over in pain. His legs gave out, asking him fall on the floor. He could do more than groan in agony.
Lucille rushed around the table to kneel beside him, making sure that he was okay.
"What do you give him?" Juliette screeched. "We have to call 911!"
"We can't! If we take him to the hospital, they wouldn't even know what is wrong with him!"
Nick's body started to turn bright red. Lucille couldn't stop the worry that maybe Juliette was right, but she knew better. Monroe was right the hospital wouldn't be able to tell what was wrong with him. This was magic, not science.
Slowly, Nick's skin started turning back to his regular complexion when he started to regain consciousness. Nick glanced over at Lucille, which made her breath hitch for a moment. 'Damn eyes.'
"Good," Lucille said, leaning back on her heels. Once she was standing, she helped the Grimm up off the floor.
"Well, now the first part is done," Rosalee stated.
"First part?" Juliette questioned.
"Yes," Rosalee nodded. "Follow me, please."
Lucille stayed in the room with Monroe and Nick. She watched as Monroe pricked Nick's finger, taking a few droplets of blood.
"Do they know that's one of the ingredients?" Lucille asked quietly so the others couldn't hear her.
"It's best we don't tell them," Monroe answered. "Can you take that to Rosalee please?" He handed her the vial of blood.
Lucille nodded.
She walked into the other room where Rosalee was mixing another potion for the two 'victims.' "Here you go," she said, casually hiding the vial's contains from Juliette and the still unnamed man.
"Thank you."
Rosalee casually added the last ingredient and stirred it in. Before long everyone had drunk their potions.
"Now it's just a waiting game for your memories to return," Rosalee told Juliette.
"Well if that's everything, I think I'm gonna head home," Juliette announced.
With that being said, everyone filed out of the shop.
