Nick parked his car a block from where Juliette said Henrietta lived, then for a seemingly long time, just sat with his head on the steering wheel, shaking.

Get it together. You can't go see a Hexenbiest like this; she'll eat you alive. Breathe. Get it together, Nick. A little hard to do when nothing about the world made sense anymore. But he breathed. And breathed. And breathed. Again, again, again…

Ah, screw it. He got out of the car and began storming up to the house, not really sure what he was going to say… or do… when he got there. He still had his gun – he never had a chance to remove it after he'd gotten home and saw the house in shambles (I wonder who was primarily responsible for that – Adalind, or Juliette?) – but in retrospect, he wished he was better armed. Guns weren't terribly effective against telekinesis.

But at this point, he barely cared. That woman, whoever she was, owed him answers. How could she say this is permanent?

He marched to the front door and pounded. The door opened on its own. Suddenly, there was a turning sensation, where he wasn't sure if the house was in front of him or behind him.

Stop that, he thought, annoyed, and it stopped. Briefly, he wondered why this Henrietta person bothered with such a strange trick when it was so easy to stop it, before he heard a husky voice from the stairs in front of him.

"You must be the Grimm." He looked up to find an attractive black woman standing on the stairs like a statue. She was younger-looking than he expected, but then so was Renard's mother. She was frozen on the staircase, staring at him with a closed, guarded expression.

He stared right back. "Yep." Marching right up to the stairs, he stood off to the side and stared up at her pointedly.

She didn't move. "What are you here for?" Again, very guarded.

Good question. What exactly am I here for? "Answers," came out of his mouth, almost unbidden, and he felt oddly relieved… finally, a question he knew the answer to.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "Then I hope I can help you." Finally, she started descending the staircase, walking a little stiltedly, almost as though she was consciously making an effort to walk differently than usual. What is that about?

"I hope so too." Now it was his turn to watch her with a guarded expression, careful not to make any sudden moves.

She reached the bottom of the stairs. "I assume you are here about Juliette?"

"Obviously. You told her it's permanent?" He'd actually meant to lead up to that question, but found it couldn't wait. He stared at her expectantly, refusing to let her see him inwardly kicking himself for not keeping control of the conversation.

She paused, then looked him in the eye. "Yes. I know of no way to reverse it."

Wait a second… "What about using my blood?" After all, the blood of a Grimm is supposed to work. That's what Rosalee had said, way back when Adalind had almost killed Hank. She said that the only way to save Hank was to take Adalind's powers, and the only way to do that was to somehow force her to ingest the blood of a Grimm. That was why he had to kiss Adalind; he'd hoped, correctly, that the assault would force her to bite him in self-defense. And it had worked. The Hexenbiest-spirit-thing had left Adalind, so that she wasn't a Hexenbiest anymore!

Why didn't I think of this before?

His momentary elation was almost immediately quelled when Henrietta wryly said, "The blood of a Grimm? Yes, naturally you would think of that. It wouldn't work in this case, though."

"What? Why not?"

"Well, Made Hexenbiests are almost always immune to Grimm blood in the first place. But what decided it in Juliette's case was… Sean told me everything he knew about how Juliette was Made. And my own experiments bore it out. From what I understand, Juliette temporarily became another Hexenbiest to undo a Verfluchte Zwillingsschwester that the other Hexenbiest had cast on you? Is that correct?"

"Yes."

"In order for that other Hexenbiest to cast a Verfluchte Zwillingsschwester on you in the first place, she must have already had your blood in her, and yet somehow gotten her powers back. Is that true? Does that other Hexenbiest already have your blood in her?"

"Yes. I guess. I took her powers away before that, but she got them back."

"Through the Contaminatio Ritualis?"

"As far as I understand it, yes."

"And this is the Hexenbiest that Juliette turned into, in order to undo the spell on you."

"Yes," he bit out.

Speaking slowly, and very carefully, Henrietta finished, "that Hexenbiest already has your blood in her, and so she's immune. And therefore, so is Juliette."

"What?" Nick caught himself as soon as the word was out of his mouth. He'd allowed himself to hope, and the sense of having his hopes dashed hit him like a punch in the gut. He quickly moved as far away from Henrietta as possible, brought his hand to his forehead, and took a very deep breath. Then, having regained at least a little composure, he lowered his hand and looked back at Henrietta, sighing.

"Ok. What else can we do?"

"Nothing. I initially had three alternate methods in mind, to return her to her 'old self,' to use her words, and any one of them might have worked, but…" she stopped and moved into her living room, motioning for Nick to follow. After a moment's hesitation, he did.

She lifted a rug in the center of her floor, and pointed at a irregularly-shaped hole in the floor. "This hole was caused when I took a blood sample from Juliette, to try to run a synchrotization to find out what exactly she was made of. But instead of synchrotizing the way it was supposed to, it burned a hole through the table and then through the floor, as you see." She stood and looked Nick straight in the eye. "That indicates that she's too powerful for any of those three methods to work on her. And I don't know of any other options to return her to her 'old self.'"

Nick's mind began to reel. Won't work. Oh God, Juliette…

"You're going to have to kill her," Henrietta said, jerking him out of his thoughts.

"WHAT?"

Henrietta took a step back, then stood her ground. "You're a Grimm. If you truly don't want your girlfriend to be a Hexenbiest anymore, the only solution is to kill her."

Nick stared at her, momentarily dumbfounded. "Not gonna happen."

"It's the only way. She's quite dangerous, you know. She has very little self-control, and…"

"Not gonna happen."

But what if she's right? An insidious part of him piped up.

BE QUIET! The voice immediately obeyed.

"…Made Hexenbiests often become drunk on their power…"

"Not. Going. To. HAPPEN!" He took two steps toward Henrietta , glaring, his lips starting to pull back above his teeth.

She took two steps back, wide-eyed, instantly silenced. Then she lowered her eyes, a sign of submission. "Oh. Well. Very well, then." And, almost to herself, added, "that is impressive…"

"Impressive?" he asked, still incensed.

"Nothing!" she quickly took it back. "I didn't mean anything." He stared at her for another moment, and she quickly added, "But, I'm afraid that leaves us out of options. I don't know… what else I can tell you. I don't know of anything that will revert Juliette to a Kehrseite…"

Nick suddenly felt very, very tired and very, very sad. Hexenbiest. Oh, Juliette… Taking two steps back, he let himself deflate a little, sighing. "Ok." He began to back up towards the door. "Thank you for your time. I'll let myself out." Henrietta blinked at him in surprise, and Nick realized that she, like almost every Wesen, had assumed that Nick was going to kill her.

And, to be perfectly honest, part of him wanted to. But right at the moment, a far bigger part of him just wanted to get away, go somewhere alone, and mourn for something that suddenly felt irrevocably lost.

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