"So what are you seeing when you look at Monroe?" Trubel when they reached Nick's house after a fairly tense ride spent in silence.
"Closest description I can think of is Neanderthal werewolf." Xander answered.
Hank choked on a laugh and Monroe shot him a look.
"What? You do." Monroe rolled his eyes.
"We're the basis of the Big Bad Wolf story and the wolfman. We're supposed to be scary."
"I've been redefining scary since three weeks past my sixteenth birthday. Before that I thought scary was the drunk clown my father hired for my sixth birthday. He chased me with the cake knife because his drunk ass thought it was funny. You're not even that scary. No offense."
"None taken." Monroe said sourly. Drunk clown? Redefining scary? What kind of life did this kid have?
Once they were inside, Xander got down to business.
"So we're working on trust. I'm going to go out a limb and show you my other form. I retain my intelligence but not my ability to speak, just so you know." And started to take off his shirt.
"Why are you taking off your shirt?" Trubel asked.
"Because I don't want to mess it up. My upper body gets a little bigger." And with no further warning, Xander transformed.
"Woah!" Trubel gasped.
"I've never seen a woge like that!" Monroe exclaimed. "What are you?"
Xander resumed his human form. "Where we come from, I'm known as a were hyena."
"You've mentioned before that you come from somewhere else." Nick said. "Where do you come from?"
"That's a little more difficult to explain. It all depends on how far you're willing to extend your imagination." Xander answered.
"Well, considering we're willing to accept that you're a were hyena and not a previously unknown Wesen type, we should be able to accept the truth of where you come from." Trubel said. "Unless you're going to claim you're from outer space. I might have a problem with that. I'd want to see your spaceship as proof, in that case."
"Not outer space, but definitely scifi inspired. We're from another reality." Xander said and waited for a reaction.
"He believes it." Monroe said.
"Anyway you can prove it?" Nick asked. "And why are you willing to trust us with that information? We could hand you over to the government for experimentation, for all you know."
"We'd be long gone and they'd never be able to find us. And no, I can't offer anything as proof. Just my word and my honor. I try to avoid lying, I only do it if I think the truth is worse then a lie."
"Alright, say we buy it." Nick said. "What are you looking for and why do you need it?"
"Lufielne's Knife. And we need it to kill something that's responsible, directly and indirectly, for millions of deaths."
"How did you get here?' Hank asked.
"Through a Mirror. Magic Mirror."
"And none of them blink an eye at the word Magic." Cordelia observed.
"No, we know what Magic is." Nick told them. "I need to think about this. Where are you staying?"
"We need to get a hotel room. How about we call the station and leave a message with a phone number?"
"Works for me." Nick said.
"There's a hotel a couple of miles from here." Hank said. "I can give you a ride on my way home."
"We'll take you up on that." Xander said, after a glance at Cordelia, who nodded. She was tired and needed to get off her feet. They had walked for a couple of miles and hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, which seemed like a long time ago right now.
Once they'd left, Nick headed for his Land Cruiser. "Come on Trubel, we need to check out the books at the trailer." She followed behind him. Once there they began going though the various references and journals looking for anything that might pertain to their new acquaintances.
"Nick, this journal has something about other dimensions." Trubel showed Nick what she'd found.
"It confirms the existence of other dimensions and realities. It looks like some of my ancestors did some traveling and it confirms they can be accessed through mirrors. Lends some credibility to their story. And I found a reference to Lufielne's Knife. I do have it, I've seen it in the weapons chest. It can supposedly cut through anything. According to the journal, it was made by an elf for a girl named Cordelia. I wonder if that's a coincidence. And I haven't come across an elf yet."
"We should head back, Juliette will probably be home soon from work." Trubel said.
"Agreed. What do you make of these kids?" Nick asked Trubel, as they headed back to town.
"I've got a pretty good bullshit detector from living on the streets for so long. I don't think they're lying."
"I'm thinking you're right. They don't come across as crazy. The story sounds crazy, but I don't think they are. And he really doesn't resemble any Wesen I've ever read about or seen for myself. Or that Monroe knows about either."
They arrived back at Nick's not long after and just as they pulled into the driveway, Juliette came running out of the house.
"Nick! Rosalie called. Monroe's been kidnapped. Some people jumped out of a truck and hit him over the head and dragged him into it before she could get to him."
"Damn. What do you want to bet, the Wesenrein decided threats weren't enough." Nick snarled.
"Not taking that bet." Trubel agreed.