NOTICE HOW MUCH I FREEKING WROTE!
Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh! I saw the new episode of Grimm woo hoo! For those who have who haven't seen it I really recommend going and watching it because it is kick ass and awesome. So far the storyline is almost to the second season I'll try not to put too many spoilers for the episodes that just come out but keep in mind that the story will progress as the show so keep up with the current story.
If you did see the most recent episode, then you share my love for Monroe and now almost there, the captain. The slash story I am writing will continue. But you can vote on whether Juliette is entirely written out of the story or written as a separate character.
But for now on with the story. I was debating on leaving, like Nick did with Monroe for two weeks, but I decided that that would be to mean. Or maybe I'm just writing this thinking that it's too mean but I'm going to end up doing it anyway.
Either way if this is the first time you've heard from me in two weeks or if it's just been a few days I hope you enjoy. Please read and review and leave your comments and hopes for the story in the review section. Enjoy!
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Nick rolled over in bed and opened his eyes to see the darkened room and he heard the soft snoring of his friend Monroe. He looked at the ceiling, and smiled. The past two weeks had been amazing, they had gone to stay at the Disney resort, courtesy of Monroe and his surprisingly large amount of saved money. He had taken Nick everywhere, and he was treated like a spoilt child. Monroe took him to a nice dinner every other night, making him feel a little embarrassed with the things and prices he received.
Monroe had asked if wanted anything, but he refused, worrying that he would take up too much money and time, but Monroe didn't agree to he bought him things. He walked down Main Street in the Magic Kingdom, darting off to pick up parchment bags of cinnamon toasted pecans, apparently Monroe's favorite. He would also stop into shops showing Nick all the things, buying them shirts one saying 'I'm with tweedle dee' with an arrow pointing left, and the other 'I'm with tweedle dum' pointing right.
They had also gone to every pin stand in every park, and had managed to find some very rare pins, which Monroe pushed onto Nick, claiming he didn't need them.
Nick felt very much like a spoilt little girl, especially after the cafe.
They had been walking down a side rode by Tomorrowland looking for somewhere to eat for lunch. Monroe, using his nose to find the best burger and shake place in the park had excitedly pulled him over to a white and red umbrellaed stand where he insisted he sit at the white tables while he ordered.
Monroe had returned with two burgers and shakes and a plate of fries. He hadn't noticed it until Monroe had already insisted he finish the fries, but the young couple holding hands where having he same discussion he just had.
"Really I'm too full, and I know you like fries more then I." The guy had said smiling at his sweet heart. The same way Monroe had just done.
Nick rolled over and stood up. He missed sleeping with someone, and though everything Monroe had done was nice he felt like he was taking advantage of his friend.
He walked up to Monroe's bed, rubbing his bare arm, for it was too hot to wear much more then pajamas. He sat down on the edge, still rubbing. He felt guilty for not being honest.
He didn't really care much about Juliette, they had been falling apart for so long, it was more like she was just someone he knew. But he felt sad, knowing now that no one loved him.
Sure his mom did, but he couldn't get a hug or guidance from her, he had no idea how to contact her. He looked over at Monroe, wanting to wake him, wanting to say something.
He wanted to have Monroe say something too. Something that would make him better, he was tough at his strongest, but at his weakest he was scared and alone.
"Stop thinking." Monroe said out of the blue making Nick jump a foot in the dark. "What's wrong?" Monroe asked sitting up in bed.
Nick looked at his fingers which intertwined, "I just need something to comfort me." And it said looking at Monroe "I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you." Monroe laughed and looked at the clock and laughed again "well, the three in the morning. didn't think you'd make it that far, it's okay Grimm boy I've been up since midnight it's too hot in this bloody room."
Nick sighed, "sorry did I wake you?" Monroe shook his head and pointed at the clock "it's red Nick."
Nick give the clock of funny look and then slowly nodded he understood he looks back at Monroe. "What do you do now." Monroe studied Nick and then how that is "come here Nick, I think you could use a hug."
Nick slid under the covers snuggling in his arms, painfully aware they were both only in boxers. Nick sighed inhaling Monroe's scent and unbeknownst to him Monroe did the same.
Nick curled close and laughed, "Don't we have to go home soon?" Monroe made a face "thought if you don't want to we can stay for an extra week I'm sure Captain wouldn't mind, and we could go anywhere you wanted to." Nick looked at the wall "no I think it's time to go back I'm better now I can handle anything, though i might not be able to handle the shrink." Monroe hugged Nick a little tighter saying "today is the last day in Disneyland where should we go?"
Nick shrugged as best he could and said "you're spoiling me Monroe people will start to think we're a couple." The silence of the room was devastatingly quiet. Monroe said "if that's what you want I am hundred percent okay with that."
Nick looked at the ceiling debating he thought only of his own choice. After a moment or so with Monroe's breathing in his ear he said softly "I'd like that but I'm not sure I'm ready for a relationship is quickly out of another one. I have liked you for a long time now, I hope you understand that I do want something... though i'm not sure what...let's just take it slow."
Monroe's face of joy and excitement was missed by Nick, but he could feel the excitement pouring off Monroe who snuggled him tighter and said "hey guess what I already have you in bed." Nick sat up a little and pushed Monroe a little so he could lay on his side with his head resting on his chest "yeah yeah yeah live it up because it won't be happening too often." Monroe quietly nodded and held him closer and they slowly fell back into peaceful sleep.
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Juliette sat in her friends house staring at a wall, her head hurt a lot and her cat scratch ached and felt the way it did when it first happened.
Her friend, Clarissa brought her a steaming cup of tea and looked at her sympathetically. "Are you sure you don't want to stay in Portland?" She asked seriously but Juliette sipped her tea and smiled sadly, "No, I'm ready to go, I talked to Sandra this morning about getting a transfer and she said their is a manager in Oklahoma who's been looking for new people for a while. Apparently he's an old friend of hers from med school. He's promised good pay and an assistant managers post if I'm up to scratch."
Juliette smiled at Clarissa and set down her tea, "and before you say anything this isn't about Nick. Well, not entirely. It's not like I won't miss you and everyone else too, but I could use the promotion, and it's sunny there. I need some sunshine, Portland just doesn't work with me anymore."
Clarissa gave her a level gaze and slowly nodded. "Looks like you've made up your mind." She said laughing and Juliette laughed too, her hand pulsed painfully and her eye twitched her hand flexing. "I should get going.." Juliette said quietly watching as the already dark sky got worse and the first few drops of rain hit the window pane.
Clarissa nodded, and grabbed Juliette's bag, "Let me help you haul your stuff to your car, it's the least I can do, and if Nicks there you are free to come back here until you leave."
Juliette smiles and swung her feet around to stand, her brown heeled boots clicking on the tile as she drained her mug, "yes, but I've begun to outstay my welcome, everyone has personal space. I'll try Cleo if he's there." Clarissa smiled and shook her head and the walked to her car.
"Thanks again!" Juliette yelled over the lightning, and Clarissa nodded hugging Juliette as she slammed the trunk closed. Juliette felt cold, like the rain and wind which wiped her hair had sunk to her bones.
Her head pounded and she felt nauseous, and the cat scratch felt like it was burning. She looked at the inflamed mark as her vision blurred. "Nick?" She asked softly as her eyes fell shut, what was wrong with her. He had been right, the cat scratch was something more...
Juliette felt the world slip from beneath her feet and she hit pavement, though it didn't hurt. As quickly as it had come the feeling of rough gravel pushing against her cheek disappeared. She didn't hear the wind howl, nor feel her face sting as her hair was whipped against it. She did not know that Clarissa screamed or called 911. She was in black.
She knew nothing.
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Renard stood in front of his large full length mirror staring himself in the eyes. It was his day off, though he was on call for the office. There were not many times he got time off, though his police force didn't constantly need his help, sometimes going between the DA's office and the mayor took more smooth talking, along with and press and news crew.
They had there own intricate way of functioning, like their own family. Nick. Nick was family.
He sighed and rubbed the back of his head and turned around falling on his bed. The bed Nick had stayed in. He felt so angry at the man who kidnaped Nick, though he didn't want to admit it, he had been scared. His mind flashed to the event showing his fear.
He had watched the detectives leave, knowing full well that Nick was in no condition to drive. He had ducked out the side doors going to catch Nick before he could drive off but he watched as Hank pointed at the stairs and said something. Nock had nodded and gone back inside and he smiled thankful that Hank had stopped him. Hank left and he turned to go back in but he heard the door open again.
He sighed exasperatedly as Nick stumbled out, and he moved to go stop and escort him to a cell where he could spend the night but a hundiaga stood, unnoticing of Renard and shot Nick with some poison.
Renard glanced at the wall he hid behind, knowing it was where a camera was. He doubled back, his long legs stretching as far as he could make them as he sprinted out another door. He had remembered his pounding heart and his sweaty palms. He had grabbed a coat that lay on the alley floor and pulled the collar up.
The animal was dragging Nick down the other alley, for he heard the chain fence rattle. He had strode up, his back facing the camera and put a hand on the mans shoulder. "Don't you know better than to disobey a royal?" He had hissed angrily, and pushed his fun against his back. "Keep dragging him, lets get out of here."
Renard shook his head and rolled over, the man who called himself Antony had confessed the Veratte had sent him, mainly his brother. He begged for his life and told him everything he knew. Renard felt barely sorry for the man. If he stayed he would kill him taking away any chance Nick was in danger, if he went back to the family's they would kill him. In the end man had taken his generous offer of $1000 and a plane ticket that would take him somewhere in Canada. He didn't know why he had spared the man, maybe because he was young and helpless fooled into working for the royals, maybe because he knew that he was a police captain but he knew it was really because he wouldn't want Nick to think he had killed him.
Well, at least the man was alive somewhat, with a bad leg and no sight in his left eye but working in a coffee shop. His sources would kill him if he made a wrong move so he wasn't worried.
Renard listened to the rain pound on the glass and he snuggled under his blankets. The chill of the house made him shiver but he slowly fell asleep thinking of Nick, listing to the thunder and rain, and the soft whir of the dishwasher.
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Nick woke in Monroe's arms for the third day in a row. He had called in to work, saying that they - only specified as him and a friend - had forgotten something's and stayed a few days extra. No one argued, in fact Hank came to the phone and sounded overjoyed to hear him sounding better. However he did have a hour phone call with the psychiatrist, and after a reprimanding and a short conversation she said she would see him the day he got back, - no if ands or buts - and if she thought he was okay for work he could come back and they could work out a schedule.
He stretched and yawned his arm draping on Monroe. It was comforting to have someone else in bed, to hold if be felt sad. He rolled to lay on his side, back pressing against Monroe, curled in a ball.
He felt so out of place. What had he done that was so wrong to make him lose Juliette. He had given it everything he had, his heart and soul. Every hour he wasn't working, and his thoughts through each day had been dedicated to her. He had never pushed anything, he listened, and he cared.
He sighed. A hand touched his upper arm and shook him lightly, making him open his eyes, his train of thought cut off. "Whatever your thinking, stop it Nick." He looked over his shoulder, back at the half asleep Monroe who's hand draped over his eyes. Nick sighed, and pushed against him with his back. "Sorry." He said softly pushing his face into the pillow.
"Just relax Nick, I know how difficult things can be. Stop blaming yourself, and stop thinking about it, it doesn't matter anymore. What's done is done, and it can be changed. Dwelling on the past won't change it, won't make it better, and won't help you."
Nick's eyes burned a little thinking of his daydreams of him and Juliette, him saving her, them being together again. Monroe sat up and pulled him up, slinging his arms around his shoulders and letting Nick's head fall and rest on his shoulder.
"It doesn't matter anymore, life will go on." Monroe said softly leaning his head down and pushing his cheek agains Nicks hair. "I feel so sad." Nick said quietly, "I don't know what to do, I'm so lost."
Monroe looked down at him, once sleepy but now fully alert, "I know how that is, with Angelina..." He began softly, "I had just to go clean, she didn't respect that. I was just so tired of waking up covered in blood, not knowing control. She was wild, always would be. Leaving her was tough for me, she wouldn't understand why I didn't want to be like her."
Nick curled close and nodded, still sad. "It doesn't matter Nick, I know it hurts now. I know your sacred, I know I was. I was alone in a new world, doing new things, I had to move away, came to Portland. I know you're sad and alone, and scared. This change isn't the end, you'll be on your feet soon enough, your almost there."
"It doesn't help to dwell on things, I know with all the changes that happened, you can adapt." Nick sighed and closed his eyes and breathed deeply, relaxing again in the silence.
"I don't know what to do, where to start. I don't want to change, I don't want...I don't want..." Monroe hugged him tighter. "Forget about it Nick, we should carry on. Get home I mean." Monroe said, "Your job will help stabilize you, and remember i'll always be here for you."
Nick nodded and sighed, reaching his hand to the nightstand and touched the base of the lamp which made it turn on a low light. He stretched and looked across the room strewn with the items, mainly the ones Monroe had purchased for him. He laughed lightly, "Okay no more spoiling me though." Monroe looked and laughed at the thing and said, "Well, don't have a hard time too often, and I can afford to spoil you a little."
Nick paused in his laughing and made a face, mostly questioning that statement, Monroe's eyebrows shot up and he said awkwardly, "Because,...you know... friends. Yeah, that's what friends... do.."
Nick chuckled knowing that Monroe would need a moment to recover from his stumble so he patted his shoulder and grabbed the bathrobe from the wardrobe and his towel and went to shower.
By the next day their things were packed, which Monroe had bought a nice bag to hold all of it, with a Grimm reaper Mickey Mouse on it, which Monroe found hysterically funny. They left the hotel, with well wishes from the desk clerk, and got in Monroe's beetle heading out on the interstate.
The car ride was fun, as long as it was, but the had good conversation and they piled the car with all manner of junk food. Nick told Monroe about his beginning cases, and Monroe told Nick about his clocks and a little of his misdoings when he was a wild wolf.
Nick found that he liked talking with Monroe about normal things, something he had known, but he didn't know how much they could talk about. They took turns driving, and even stayed up all night feasting on two footlong subway sandwiches each, which they had picked up at a road side gas station.
They arrived at Monroe's house after two days in the car, at 3 in the morning. Tiredly Monroe and Nick exited the car, forgoing unpacking and cleaning in favor of sleep. Monroe grabbed the tiny bag which held shampoo and assorted things and stumbled up his driveway.
"Welcome home Nick." Monroe said softly and hugged him. They both climbed the stairs, a treacherous journey for their sore legs, and it took two minutes of what to Nick felt like wading in concrete.
Monroe tugged him to his room and Nick looked down the hall to his. "I have my room still right?" Monroe sleepily tried to open his eyes and nodded but seemed uncomprehending. "I'll just be off then." He said slipping out and under Monroe's arm on his shoulder. He slipped down the hall and fell against the door, desperately trying to get in his room before he knocked out and slept in the hall, which was seeming more and more comfortable by the moment.
He stumbled in, not bothering to close his door or turn on the light, and effortlessly fell face first on the bed. Their was no more thoughts from Nick, for he was pulled into blissful sleep as he fell.
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Monroe woke much later rubbing his eyes and glancing around his room, happy to see all his clocks again but unsure of what day it was. He reached over and grabbed his iPhone which he had miraculously managed to plug in, before curling up in a ball on his bed.
He laughed a little when he noticed that he had been asleep for nearly two days, and he felt hungry too, seeing as it was 4:30pm. He stretched and lazily and fell out of his bed crawling to his slightly open door and then scooting and falling down the stairs on his ass.
He crawled to the kitchen and pulled a box of donuts to his lap and cracked open the lid. He was leaned against his small wooden island in the kitchen facing the fridge, and he leaned forward and grabbed his left over iced coffee from before the trip and sat drinking it.
Nick crawled into the kitchen a few minutes later and went to Monroe and leaned against the fridge, grabbing a donut from the box and sighing heavily rubbing his eyes. Monroe studied his face for a moment, taking in the bags under his eyes and slightly flushed face. "You look tired as hell." He concluded and Nick nodded minutely in tired agreement.
"Well," Monroe said sitting up straighter and looking at the kitchen and the evening light pouring through the window, "I think we just get some takeout and go back to bed. I could make sleepy time tea if you want."
Nick nodded again and Monroe used the island to ha himself up and offered Nick his hand. They heaved up and Monroe lifted Nick up and sat him on the counter.
He tidied the kitchen and grabbed his phone making a call to the local delivery sandwich shop and ordered them both vegan fo-turkey sandwiches and some fresh bread for the morning.
He paid and they ate, and tea was made. They walked upstairs Monroe following Nick his face blushing, though in the low light it went unseen. He smiled at the top of the stairs and hugged Nick squeezing his shoulders lightly. "Good night Nicholas." He said softly and ruffled his hair. "Tomorrow we can wake up at a normal time and unpack."
He went to his room shutting the wood door softly and walking to his bed tired once more. He listened to the ticking of many clocks, and he drifted off thinking of Nick, happy that he was feeling better.