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A/N: This was inspired by the Wedding Wishes video on YouTube.
Since we don't know if the Captain will survive yet, for the purposes of my story he will. Also, Nick hasn't lost his powers. Yet.
It was the Monday before Thanksgiving. Candy didn't have classes the next day, so she had invited Drew over for supper. He was leaving the next day to go to Seattle and see his family for the holidays. It was easier to get time off for Thanksgiving than Christmas. Candy was going to Monroe and Rosalee's house, not having gotten but that day off from work.
They were curled up together, watching a movie when a crash came from downstairs. Wu was instantly on alert.
"What is that?" he asked.
Candy shrugged. "Probably just some drunken idiot falling over the trash cans in the alley. Hazard of living close to a bar."
He nodded, but didn't relax. When it happened again, it was clear that it was coming from inside the building. Both he and Candy jumped to their feet.
"I think someone is in your sister's shop," he said.
"But I set the alarm," she said, confused.
"I'll go check it out," he said, grabbing his service revolver off the coffee table. "Can you go down from in here?"
"Through the kitchen," she said, leading him to an almost hidden door. "These stairs come out in the back room of the shop."
"Stay here. Call the station and tell them to send someone out," he said.
She was dialing the number when she heard Wu order someone to stop, then heard furious yelling in German.
"Ich brauche Freddy Calvert! Ich brauche Freddy Calvert!" the voice said. ( I need.)
"Laufer," she whispered. She ended the call and ran down the stairs.
Wu was standing the backroom of the shop with his gun drawn on a small man who had his hands in air, yelling for Freddy and trying, unsuccessfully not to woge.
"Wait, Drew," she said. "He's asking for my brother."
"Do you know him?" Wu asked, his eyes not leaving the man.
"No, but apparently he know Freddy," she said. "Freddy ist tot." ( is dead.)
"What is he speaking?"
"German."
"You speak German?" Wu asked.
She nodded. "My grandparents were from Austria."
Apparently the man recognized the word Austria and started speaking fast.
"Sie sind ein Calvert***?" He woged. He was a Mouzhertz. (Are you a Calvert)
"Ja." She woged, then retracted. "Freddy war mein brudder." (Yes, Freddy was my brother.)
"What does he want?" Wu asked. "Why did he break in?"
The man kept looking from Candy to Wu and back again.
"Wer bis du?" Candy asked. (Who are you?)
"Weiter. Ich brauche Hilfe!" he motioned to Wu, finally figuring it out. "Kehrsheite?" (I'm a friend. I need help.)
"Ja. Sprecken Duetsch. Was brauchen sie?" (yes. Speak German. What do you need?)
"Verrat. Sie werden mich töten. Sie machen ihn zu stoppen,***" he looked at Wu again. (they want to kill me. Please make him stop)
"He wants you to put your gun down," she said.
"Not happening." Wu said.
"He's not a threat," she turned back to the Mouzhertz. "Ich kann Ihnen nicht helfen. Ich bin mir nicht Widerstand. Ich bin nicht beteiligt." (I can't help you. I am not Resistance. I'm not involved.)
"Aber Sie sind ein Calvert!" He said. The man fell to his knees, sobbing that the Verrat would kill him. "Please!" he said, forgetting that he was supposed to speak German. "Please, I don't want to die." (But you are a Calvert.)
"Die?" Wu asked.
"Watch him," Candy said. She went to the cash register and opened it, taking out a few bills. She grabbed the note pad Rosalee kept on the counter and scribbled a note then rolled it up in the bills. She went over and knelt in front of the man.
"Es tut mir leid. Sie haben zu gehen," she pressed to money into his hand. "Sie werden Ihnen helfen." (I'm so sorry. You have to leave. They will help you.)
He looked at her, then got to his feet. "Danke. Bless you, Frau Calvert."
She let him out the backdoor.
"You know he's just going to go buy more drugs," Wu said, lowering his weapon. "You should have let him be arrested."
Candy breathed a sigh of relief. She had been wracking her brain for a way to explain this. It had never occurred to her that he would mistake the man's paranoia and general mouzhertz demeanor as being high. "Maybe. But hopefully, he'll use the money for a cab to the address I gave him. Rosalee and Monroe will let him sleep it off, and send him on his way in the morning. She has more patience with Freddy's strays than I do."
"Stray?"
She nodded. "Freddy thought he could save ever addict he came across. He was one so when he got clean, he wanted to help everyone get clean. Some haven't gotten the message that he's gone."
"Does that happen a lot?" Wu asked, concerned.
"No," she shook her head. "Once, when Rosalee lived here too, one made it to our door, but she did same thing I just did. Gave her some cash and sent her somewhere safe for the night."
They went back up to her apartment.
"It's getting late," she yawned. "You'd better go. You have a long trip tomorrow."
"I'm not leaving you," he said.
"Drew," Candy rolled her eyes. She didn't really want to have this conversation again.
"I don't care about that," he interrupted her. "I'll sleep on sofa. I'm just not leaving you here alone for that guy to decide money wasn't enough and return. You're important to me. I don't want you to get hurt." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
Candy smiled, despite herself. "I don't think sleeping on the sofa will be necessary."
She had to admit, it felt nice to wake up with his arms still around her. Too bad it couldn't last. He was kehrsheite after all.
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