Chapter 3 Juliette

Six years! Six years loss with Nick. That is minus those six months or so when she couldn't remember him. Fate had a way of giving you a taste of your own medicine, she thought remembering the way she had pushed him away during those months. Juliette sighed. All this on the heels of Nick sleeping with Adalind. Okay, so he obviously didn't know it was Adalind. Their conversation on the way to Monroe and Rosalee's wedding had made that evident. He was perhaps more shocked than she was, because Juliette had known she wasn't the woman he had slept with. It was still hard to swallow that he hadn't realized Adalind was not her. Surely there was some difference in mannerisms, or what she had said. Nick was supposed to know Juliette better than anyone else, and he didn't know that woman wasn't her? No, no this would never do. She couldn't blame him especially now when he couldn't even remember who she was, let alone who Adalind was.

Rosalee thought she shouldn't be alone right now and she was probably right. There was a sinkhole of despair under Juliette's feet that threatened to suck her down. "I'm not sure I can process what has just happened on top of what just happened a few days before that," Juliette expressed her bewildered state of mind to Rosalee.

"I know. It must be awful. At least Nick can't remember how violated he's been by Adalind tricking him into sex and stealing his Grimm powers. Did you guys get to talk about it before, you know, all this?" Rosalee inquired gently. It wasn't Rosalee's fault, Juliette thought. It really was nobody's fault, except Adalind's, but Juliette was angry at the question.

"Yeah, he didn't have much to say. He only said she looked and sounded just like me. If they had actually been talking, maybe he would have figured it out," Juliette responded unable to keep the bitterness out of her voice. Rosalee gave her an understanding look and a hug.

"Maybe if we try to get his powers back, his memories will return," Rosalee proposed with a hopeful smile.

"I don't know. Hasn't this way of life messed him up enough," she replied. I know it's screwed me over royally, Juliette thought.

"Maybe we should ask Monroe. See if he got a feel for what Nick remembers, if anything," Rosalee said thoughtfully. "Ultimately it's Nick's decision. If he doesn't want this way of life, then he at least has a fresh start, but that won't give him back his memories of you," She continued ruefully.

Juliette nodded comprehending what that would mean. Rage welled up in her. 'If I ever get my hands on Adalind, I'll kill her,' she promised. They were at the spice shop for a calming tea that Rosalee said she had, well it wasn't working Juliette decided.

Monroe came into the shop then with an uncertain smile for Juliette. It was hard to return it with anything but a small smile. "How are you doing," he asked.

"You don't want to know," said Juliette darkly. Monroe gave Rosalee a knowing look.

"So Nick is dealing with this rather well, truth be told. Although he was a little freaked out when he asked me what a Grimm was and I demonstrated a Woge," Monroe admitted shyly.

"You what?" Rosalee asked. "Juliette was just saying maybe he shouldn't be exposed to being a Grimm now that he doesn't remember."

"Okay, grant it, but wouldn't it be worse if Adalind's spell is not permanent and he starts seeing Wesen Woge having no knowledge of it," Monroe responded emphatically. Rosalee looked back at Juliette gaging her reaction.

Juliette blew out an exhale, "What a cluster!" Juliette could feel her hands clench. Would they never have a chance at a normal life? "It's hard for me to accept that Nick can't have a life unless it's the life of a Grimm," she finally expressed.

"I can only imagine that Nick must have had similar regrets when he first became a Grimm," Rosalee suggested sympathetically.

"Unfortunately that's not all. After you left, Nick's symptoms worsened and he had a hallucination," Monroe admitted. "The doctor thought it was memories trying to surface, but Nick said he saw a dungeon. This just might be side effects of Adalind's spell." Not more crap from that slut, Juliette thought. "And I can't help but see how Nick's a sitting duck. Even without his Grimm, he had knowledge. Now he has neither," Monroe continued. Then taking another breath he explained, "I went to see Renard, since he's in the same hospital, and his mother was there. I have the feeling she's why the captain is still with us. She said she might be able to reverse Adalind's spell."

"What? We don't even know where Adalind cooked it up," Rosalee pointed out glancing back at her. Juliette didn't know if she could face one more hexenbiest, even if she was Sean's mother.

"No, but Renard does. Adalind had a storage unit and he has the key," Monroe informed them.

"I don't know...," Rosalee was trying to be supportive of her, but Juliette could tell she really thought doing this for Nick was the best thing. Feeling frustratingly powerless to have the life with Nick she had hoped for, Juliette huffed.

Before she could respond, something crashed through the front window of the shop. "What the hell?!" Monroe exclaimed. "What kind of prank is this?!" Juliette picked up a brick with a symbol painted on it.

"Do you know what this means?" Juliette asked them.

Taking the brick Monroe said, "It's a Wolfsangel. It means wolf trap, but why did someone throw it through our window?"

"I wonder if someone did this because there was a Grimm at our wedding," Rosalee speculated.

"Whatever it is, it sure looks like a hate crime. Is there any other reasons why someone could be upset with either of you?" Juliette asked.

Monroe shook his head thoughtfully until some understanding came to him. "Even our own families were against a Blutbad marrying a Fuchsbau. I wonder if that could be the problem," Monroe reasoned. So there was prejudice in the Wesen world as well, Juliette thought.

"There are even some on the council that are against mixed marriages," Rosalee concluded.

"Okay, this could be serious. I wonder if Trubel's able to help us," Monroe said nervously.

"No, you guys need Nick. The old Nick," Juliette said with a sigh of resignation. "Do you know how to reach Sean's mother?" Juliette asked Monroe.