Drabbles: 16) Excuses, 7) Eternity, 71) Dangerous Territory, 81) Breakfast, and 65) Impressions.
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Quick apology for getting this up so late. I've had band camp all this week, so I haven't had time to write.
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16) Excuses
Ever since he was a child Monroe had trouble lying to his parents. He valued honesty and, if he had to lie, he often found his tongue go dry and kept tripping over his words.
This was why he was currently struggling for an excuse to tell Nick as to why he could not come over at the moment.
He could stick to the truth—that his friendship with Nick was starting to get a little too weird and personal. That he was afraid he was starting to feel for the Grimm.
But, he decided to just make an excuse.
7) Eternity
Monroe should have brought Nick to the hospital.
But instead he was waiting an eternity for the Grimm to wake up. To give a mumble about how he was really alright.
Monroe had kept the vigil by his sofa (where he had lain the Grimm earlier) all night, constantly checking on his fever and trying to get some broth into him.
The blutbad checked his watch, his tired mind fumbling through the math to tell him he had been up for forty straight hours.
But if the Grimm would take an eternity to wake up, the blutbad would stay up.
71) Dangerous Territory
Monroe was crossing into dangerous territory.
He knew this.
And he internally said "Screw the line" as he went over.
He knew that, should he have totally screwed up on the signals Nick was giving out, what he was about to do would ruin the friendship they had built.
But he had to do it.
He stood at Nick's door, watching as the Grimm opened it.
"Monroe?" Nick asked, his word slightly slurred with sleep. He had been sleeping a lot since Juliette left.
This was very dangerous territory.
"Nick…" Monroe's voice faded as he went forward into Nick's territory.
81) Breakfast
"What do you want for breakfast?" Monroe asked as he heard Nick walk in. The Grimm looked a little surprised at how offering the normally cranky blutbad was, but sat down.
"I'm fine."
Monroe raised an eyebrow.
"No you're not."
Nick gave a chuckle. "Yes I am."
"No, you're not." Monroe argued. "Nick, I could hear your stomach growling from the steps."
"Bull shit." Nick was quick to call.
"True story. Now, what do you want?" Monroe insisted.
"I'm not hungry."
Monroe huffed, leaning against the counter with a smug grin as Nick's stomach decided to roar.
"You were saying?"
65) Impressions
"What was your first impression of me?"
Monroe glanced up at Nick, the two of them sharing the table as they dined on another one of Monroe's meals. The conversation had been silent for most of the night, so the question posed by Nick was rather sudden.
"What?"
" I figured you know my first impression of you but I don't know what you thought of me." He explained between bites of his potatoes. Monroe smirked.
"I thought you were an idiot."
Nick frowned at Monroe's sarcastic tone.
"Really, what did you think of me?"
"You don't want to know."
My clock says 11:58, so I best post now. Hope you enjoyed, please review! Thanks again!-Andi