Jenna has seen a lot of shit and she is not afraid of much, but today...today totally takes the cake. She's buck-ass naked, lying underneath her bed. Meanwhile, Jax Is huddled naked in a corner, eyeing her warily.
What in the name of fuck is happening?
"Jax, what was in that joint you rolled?" she demands.
"Not the joint." There is a thud as her phone lands just where she could reach it. "Call your mom," Jax barks.
"What good will that do? I am seriously asking because half your face fucking melted off and you threw me across the goddamn room like a ragdoll with VD! How is my mom going to help?"
"Baby," he says a tad bit calmer. "Just trust me."
"Fine." She snatches the phone. "But I am calling Opie."
She dials and waits impatiently for him to answer. "What's up, sis?"
"I'm hiding under the bed because Jax's face melted off during sex and…" She peeks out at him. "He looks normal now and has underwear on, but he is still looking at me like I am the most frightening thing he's ever seen.'
"Wha - oh, holy fucking shit. Having the baby musta - I am bringing Ma, do not move!"
The dial tone blasts annoyingly in her ear. "Ma, just who I wanna see before coffee."
She waits under the bed until she hears the familiar heavy booted steps of her father. "Hey, my girl…musta been one hell of a woge to end up under the bed," he says, squatting down into her eye line.
"What's that?"
"I'll explain in just a second. First, let's get you out from under the bed and dressed."
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"I'm a what?" Jenna looks at her parents, who are sitting at the bar.
Her brother sits next to her at the kitchen table. Jax is across from them and Gemma leans on the sink, shifting her gaze speculatively at all of them.
"You're a Grimm," her mother says.
"Are you sure?" Gemma asks. "Because we thought she was Kehrseite before."
"We're sure," Jax says, speaking for the first time, avoiding Jenna's gaze. It's easy to tell he's still bothered by what he saw, as if her face was the one that melted. "The eyes aren't a myth."
"Can someone please talk to me and not about me as though I don't exist and haven't just experienced an acid trip before coffee?"
"I'll make some." Her mother gets up and moves to the sink, whispering to Gemma as she passes. Before Jenna can mull that over, her father is speaking. "Those fairytales normal people read to their children, they are real. Your brother and I are blutbaden."
"I need someone to speak actual English."
"The characters in Brothers Grimm are actual humanoid creatures of various species that are overall called Wesen. Dad and I are blutbaden, that's werewolves. Gemma is a hexenbiest, that's a witch. Jax is a zauerbiest, that's a warlock," Opie explains.
"Oh…kay. Jax has stopped looking at me because…"
"You have really fucking scary eyes. It's the first time I've seen them do that when... we…" Jax trails off.
She looks utterly confused. "My eyes…"
"Jenny, when Wesen feel any emotion strongly, we can lose control of our ability to hide our natural state," her father explains.
"Okay, so…the sex made you happy and your face melted off, and my eyes are weird because I'm a Grimm?"
"Yup. Black pits of death and pain, we see our worst truest self-reflected back," her brother adds in. "Puberty wasn't fun for me or Ma."
"That explains so much, actually… that time you…"
"Uh-huh."
"I have so many questions. Firstly, are my babies going to look like corpses one day? Secondly, what do Grimms do?"
"Abel will when he hits puberty; Arie, we do not know yet because she's a quarter blutbad, a quarter Grimm, and half hexenbiest. We Grimms kill the bad Wesen."
"Ma, we're fairly shitty people objectively, now you're saying it gets worse."
"It can, yes - and now that your Grimm is activated, it is going to send out a bat-signal to Wesen to either stay away or try to kill you."
"So that's why you were gone so often growing up?"
"Partially. Your dad and I still have our shit, but we love each other."
"So, you didn't leave us because we were unloveable?"
Ann punches Piney hard in the arm. "You see what hiding it from her did? You fucking know-it-all…she was not fully human… and she wasn't a fucking dud, Gemma."
Ann flashes a look to Gemma, who suddenly looks desiccated, her lower jaw hanging by a few sinews. She has snow white hair and eyes with cataracts.
Purely on reflex, Jenna flings Abel's syrup-covered fork at Gemma's head, missing by millimeters and planting it into the wall. "Would you all fucking stop doing that?"
Jax smiles just a little. "Go get Bobby and tell him to bring his Elvis suit."
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She cackles loudly, unable to stop herself. "Do it again," she wheezes, continuing to laugh. Opie reaches forward to keep his sister from falling out of her chair.
Bobby looks perturbed but woges back from looking like his usual self and back into a beaver-like creature in an Elvis get up. "Can this be my birthday present from now on, Bob?"
"Stop Grimm-eyeing Bobby before he pisses himself or gets stuck like that. Get dressed, I have something to show you," Ann says.
"Fine," Jenna grouses, moving down the hall to put on jeans over Jax's boxers. "But I'm not putting on a bra!"
She comes back dressed in a SAMCRO T-shirt, jeans, and work boots, a UCLA baseball cap covering her ponytailed hair.
"Ready." She rolls over to where Jax is still sitting in his pajama bottoms and kisses his cheek.
"You can kiss me on the mouth, I won't woge, I promise." He gives her the grin she is used to and charmed by.
She kisses him quickly. "I gotta go do something cryptic with Mama, I'll be back."
"Opie, I need you to carry your sister down into my basement," their mother says.
"Not at all creepy, Ma," Jenna notes flatly.
"Nah, I'll just carry my baby sister down into Ma's Grimm lair like it's an everyday thing," Opie adds on, moving behind her to push her wheelchair out to their cars.