A Grimm Curiosity
By: NausicaA
Disclaimer: Grimm is not mine and I have no legal rights to it, if I could own it, I certainly wouldn't be writing fanfiction...okay maybe I would.
Author's Note: This show has been so unfreakingbelievable that I've actually forced myself to come out of hiatus and write something. This is just a drabble, but it's been sitting on my laptop since the third episode aired after observing Monroe and just trying to get into his head and figure out what exactly his motivations are. I know this has been done, but I just had to go and throw in my own two cents. Hope you all enjoy!
Summary: Monroe ponders why he's repetitively making what any sane Wesen would describe as a dangerous and foolish decision. Takes place early in the season. Drabble.
Monroe knew two things for certain. One; somewhere deep inside himself, where it was still primitive and raw, there was a lingering, bitter resentment towards everything Grimm. Two; that his curiosity and penchant for the strange was going to get him killed, or worse, someone else. He'd really been trying hard to stick to his regimen and getting drawn in deeper wasn't going to be good for anyone involved.
A 'Grimm'. An honest to goodness Grimm. Hunters. Murderers. Only in his nightmares and the bedtime tales of his childhood had he ever imagined an encounter with one, and it had never gone down like that. He'd imagined a face cast in shadows, eyes devoid of fear, a soulless body who took lives indiscriminately under the claim of ridding the world of evil; the perception of a child, fed from the stories passed down by his parents and theirs.
He breathed out a soft laugh as he snapped the clasp back in place of the pocket watch he'd been working on fixing. It hadn't been the encounter he'd expected. As he'd slammed the man up against the side of his house and looked him in the eyes, he saw something surprising, something that didn't fit any of the characteristics attached to any of the Grimms. Fear. Where was that famous blood lust?
"You shouldn't have come back." He had said gruffly, gaining control of himself.
The confusion and disbelief were displayed so nakedly on the man's face that Monroe had faltered. Strangely enough, he'd found himself bemused. This was one of the monsters that killed his kind for their self-righteous sport? 'He's different.' A little voice had whispered in his ear. 'We'll see,' he whispered back, his lips twitching up.
He froze, the tweezers in his hand carefully poised above the open back of the timepiece when the doorbell rang. Speaking of...it had been awhile since Nick had visited last. He set his tools down carefully on the table and started for the front door. "Fantastic timing", he muttered to himself, and annoyance warred with interest before he swung the front door wide open.
Oh yes, this would definitely be his undoing. "Really?" He intoned, and inwardly rolled his eyes when Nick just grinned and walked right in. "By all means, make yourself at home", sarcasm heavy in his voice. As he offered the man a beer and followed him inside his house he realized one thing.
Curiosity killed the cat. Damn good thing he wasn't a cat.
Loved the episode where Nick offers himself in Monroe's place at fighting cage. It's just so...him. Maybe I'll have to write about that. Speaking of, why on earth do we say plot bunny? Because it hops around inside? I really want to know this. Anyways, short, but I hope someone out there enjoyed it! Can't wait for a new episode.