Disclaimer: Grimm is owned by NBC.
A/N: This was inspired by the Wedding Wishes video on YouTube.
A/N 2: I am using some of the Wesen baddies seen in the series but not in the same timeline as the show portrays. I hope no one minds.
Drew held Candy's hand as they walked home from the diner that night. She was singing, badly off-key, making up her own words to the song. She let go of his hand and danced away a few steps in front of him. He smiled, watching her turn to face him.
"You are way too chipper for someone who just got off work at one am," he said.
"Awe, don't you like me chipper?" She asked. She slid her arms around his neck as he closed the gap between him.
"Of course," he replied, holding her close. He started to kiss her when he heard the ticking noise. Like a clock that kept starting and stopping. He stepped back, looking around.
"What is it?" Candy asked.
"I thought.., never mind," he shook his head.
"Oookay," she replied, looking at him confused before continuing on. "Hey, wanna go to Voodoo?"
"Sure," he replied. He put his arm around her waist as they turned to corner straight into…
Wu bolted up in bed, his heart was racing as he looked around frantically for Candy who wasn't asleep beside him. He took a minute to regain his composure before getting out of bed. The clock read 4:25. The door to the shop was open.
"No, Trubel, that's not okay. You could have died," Candy scolded. "Nick had no right to ask you to do that."
"He only asked me to scope the guy out, I did the rest," Trubel replied.
"You shouldn't be doing anything at all," Candy said. "Put your head down."
Wu stopped in the door and watched Candy treat a wound on the back of Trubel's head for a moment. He hadn't heard what they were saying but Trubel's wound seemed to be a lot like the ones on the victims in the case they had been working on, but Trubel hadn't been on the scene when Vickers had been arrested and surely Nick wouldn't have her follow a suspect for him.
"What happened?" he spoke up finally.
"Fell," Trubel replied, quickly. "I fell off my bike on the way home."
"Uh-huh," he replied. "You should probably get stitches in that."
"It'll be fine," she said.
He nodded and looked at Candy for a long moment, wondering if she would say something more.
"Okay, you are good to go," Candy announced to Trubel.
"I'm going to bed," she announced heading upstairs.
Candy gathered up her first aid supplies while trying not to be conscious of the fact that Drew was still staring at her.
"Did we wake you?" she asked.
"No," he answered, honestly. "What's the deal with Trubel and Nick?"
"What do you mean?"
"Five months ago she was the main suspect in two murders," he replied, "then all of a sudden, she's living Nick and he's bringing her to crime scenes and introducing her as a criminology student."
Candy shrugged. "First of all, those guys tried to rape her and would have murdered her."
Wu conceded that point, but decided to keep it quiet that most people who escaped an attempted rape/murder would have called 911, not taken their attacker's truck and wallet for burger and fries. Even if they were a starving kid or however it was that Nick had spun that around at the station.
"Second, I think he sees himself in her, in a kind of 'there but for the grace' way," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Nick lost his parents when he was eleven and so did Trubel. I think he feels like if it hadn't been for his Aunt taking him in, he would have ended up just like her," Candy said. "I think he's helping her because he could have easily been in her same place."
"I guess, but what do you really know about her?"
She put away the first aid kit and looked at him. "What's this about, Drew? You didn't have a problem with Trubel yesterday."
He shrugged. "I just find it odd that she cut off a guy's head and didn't even seem that bothered by it."
"And you know she wasn't bother by it because?"
"I've interviewed lots of crime victims and suspects," he said. "Most people who have just killed someone, self-defense or not, are a mess. She seemed a little… rehearsed."
"Okay, well, your own Captain said that guy would have killed them both if Trubel hadn't done what she did, and she did freak out. That's why she ran to find Nick," she said.
"I know that, but could you cut someone's head off with a machete? I doubt I could," he said. "And who keeps a machete lying around their house?"
"I don't know," Candy snapped. "Nick, I suppose. Why don't you ask him?"
He could tell Candy was getting upset. Wu didn't know if it was the lack of sleep, the nightmares, or Dana's warning that Candy was hiding something still in his head, but he pushed on, "Have you seen those books she reads? The ones with the drawings of those things? Is it just a coincidence that they talk about cutting heads off?"
"No, Drew. I haven't seen any books with drawings of things in them," she spat out. "What things? You want to know what I know about Theresa? I know that two months ago Rosalee told me that she was moving in with me and I decided to make the best of it and be her friend. I found out that she's had a really tough life yet she still manages to be pretty cool. That's all I need to know about her because I wasn't given a choice in this. I'm not going to condemn someone for protecting themselves!" While she hadn't seen them, she knew he was talking about the Grimm diaries and she hated for wesens to be called things. They weren't things, they weren't creatures, or monster…, Okay, so some could be monsters, but so could some kehrsheite. And even though she knew it was irrational given his lack of information, it stabbed like a knife to hear Drew call wesen, call her, a thing. What person could every truly love a thing? She wrapped her arms around herself against the pain and looked at the floor, certain that her eyes would soon give her away.
Drew regretted pushing. Surely Candy wasn't hiding anything. He softened and stepped towards her to hug her, but she turned her back. He put his hands on her shoulders. "Look, this conversation isn't doing either of us any good. Let's go back to bed." He brushed his thumb over the sensitive little patch of skin on her neck. That spot that always made her sigh or giggle when he did that but this time she stood still as stone and stared at her hands as if her nails were the most fascinating things in the world. "Maybe I should just go before this gets worse," he said after a long moment.
"Maybe you should," she replied quietly.
He kissed the back of her neck and then went upstairs to get dressed and grab his things.
Candy was sitting on the sofa when he came out of the bedroom. He stopped beside her, brushing her hair back to see her face and watched her red curls slip away from his touch like silk. Candy didn't look up.
"I'll call you after we've both had some sleep," he said.
She nodded.
He wanted to tell her that he was sorry, that his problems weren't hers and that he loved her, but it seemed like she didn't want to hear anything from him. He wanted to pick her up and carry her back to bed and forget his bad memories, his fears, and himself in her sweet kisses, but instead he just kissed the top of her head and left.
As soon as he was gone, Trubel came out of her room and sat down on the sofa with her. After a few silent moments she said, "You know I'm new to this whole best friends thing, but shouldn't I be getting you some ice cream or a sappy movie or something?"
Candy smile despite herself. "No, I'll be fine. It's just an argument. You don't have to pull out the break up survival kit yet. I just really don't like wesen being called things."
"Okay." Trubel sat there for a few minutes more, feeling very awkward, before getting up to go back to bed. She paused in her doorway. "You know, I spent my whole life thinking I was crazy because I saw things that didn't exist. Finding out that they did exist didn't drive me crazy but thinking that they didn't almost did. He may feel the same way. Maybe seeing the Aswang wasn't what put him in an institution and being told by everyone that he didn't see it did." She shrugged. "Just something to think about."
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