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.

"Good morning," Rosalee said to Candy as she came downstairs. "Or evening rather. Big plans?"

Candy shook her head and revealed her uniform under her coat. "Filling in for Trubel."

"Oh. I thought you had plans with Drew," Rosalee said.

"I did. We were going to Seaside. That is until we got into an argument about Trubel. Then, when I finally decided to tell him why calling the drawings in her books 'things' was so offensive, he stood me up, only to go get smashed and tear up a bar," she replied.

"Did he tell you what happened last night?" Rosalee asked.

"No, but Hank and Capt. Renard did," Candy said.

"Yeah, and just for the record, seeing a Chupacabra is no less traumatizing than seeing an Aswang," Rosalee said.

"I guess that's why seeing a Fuchsbau was no big deal," she said.

"You told him?"

She nodded.

"How did he take it?"

"Not well," Candy admitted. "He called me a 'thing' and said that he couldn't deal with it and that I needed to leave. So I did."

Rosalee looked up from the herbs she was cutting. Candy was trying to sound casual, but Rosalee could see the tremor of her chin and the tears swimming in her eyes. Rosalee stepped around the counter and hugged Candy. "It's okay. It'll work out."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because I'm older than you, so that makes me smarter," Rosalee smiled.

Candy snorted a laugh. "That didn't work when I was three and it won't work now."

"Look, I don't know a lot about what you are going through, but I do know the way Drew looks at you," Rosalee said. "And I'm certain that when he has had time to wrap his head around the existence of our world, he'll be back, begging your forgiveness."

"You really think so?"

Rosalee nodded and hugged Candy tighter.

"How bad is it?" Hank asked as he and Nick fell into step with Wu as he was leaving Reynard's office. They had heard about his night and Hank, not to mention Nick was feeling extremely guilty.

Wu shrugged, "A month of AA and anger management, some sessions with the department psych, desk duty until I complete it."

All in all it wasn't too bad of a punishment. He didn't lose his stripes after all. He was relieved about that.

"Come with us," Nick said as they made their way to the parking garage.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see," Hank answered.

"How about you tell me?"

"We will," Nick said. "Just not here."

After a few tense moments, Wu got in the car.

After much more convincing, they finally got him to the trailer.

"So, have you seen all these…,"

"Wesen," Nick supplied the word. "No, not nearly. I've come across a lot, but it would take decades to even come close to seeing all of them, if one even could."

"And can you see them all of the time?"

"No, just when they woge," he replied.

"Can anyone see them?"

"Not really," Nick replied. "The way I understand it, there is two parts to a woge, one that only people like Trubel or I can see. That's when they are upset or angry and don't particularly want to be seen as wesen. Then there is another part where they can let anyone see them, but they have to want you to see them. I don't know the difference exactly, Candy could explain it better."

"Well, that ship has sailed, so I guess it's up to you," Wu said, trying to sound unconcerned and failing miserably.

"What?! Why?" Hank demanded.

"It's personal," Wu said.

"What's that mean?" Hank replied. "She was great for you."

"And she lied!" Wu snapped. "She's been lying since we met. She watched me losing my mind and didn't bother to tell me that I wasn't!"

"She couldn't," Nick said. "It's part of their code. They can't tell people like you and Hank about them."

"Yet Hank knew."

"Yes, but..,"

"No," Wu said. "She could have told me but she waited until I went over that edge to say anything."

"Do you know why these books are here?" Nick interrupted. "Because for centuries, my ancestors hunted down and killed her ancestors. Keeping the secret was about survival. It has been ingrained in them for generations. She wanted to tell you, believe me, but she was afraid that it would push you over the edge or get her in trouble with the council."

"Council?"

"The Wesen council," he said, frustrated. "Look, this whole thing was my fault. I should have told you when you saw the Aswang but I didn't because I didn't want to make my life more complicated. It was selfish and stupid and almost fatal, but it wasn't Candy's fault for not telling you."

Trubel answered the door, her face automatically darkening at the sight of Drew on their doorstep. She started to shut the door again.

"Wait," he protested. "I need to talk to Candy."

"Maybe she doesn't want to talk to you," Trubel replied.

"Could you ask," he replied, trying to stay polite.

She looked over her shoulder. Candy nodded from the sofa. Trubel gave her an incredulous look but shook her head and stepped aside.

"I'll be in my room," Trubel said, giving one more glaring look at Drew.

Candy stood up. "Come in."

He crossed the room and pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry, Baby. I'm so sorry."

"I'm sorry. I should have told you," she said. "I just didn't know how. It's hard."

"So, explain it to me," he said when they finally broke apart. "Everything."

"Everything?"

He nodded. "I love you. I hope to be around for a long time. If I'm going to be a part of this, then I want to know what all I'm a part of."

Candy smiled, relieved. "I love you too. Where should I start? First of all, we aren't 'things'."

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