Family Ties Chapter Twelve
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AN – I hope you're ready for some more expansions in my Grimm-verse and we're getting really close to some very requested events. Thanks for sticking with this story so far! Hope you like this chapter.
I do not own any characters or stories from the tv show Grimm. Some dialogue is lifted from various episodes in Season 3 and Season 4. No infringement or copyright is intended. It's all for fun, no profit being made here.
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"An ancient organisation founded in the Middle Ages to help keep Wesen pure," Hank says as he looks over one of the books. "The Secundum Naturae Ordinem Wesen or also referred to as Wesenrein."
"Here' something else, from 1252 Lyon." Trubel indicates the book she has in front of her and then reads the highlights out loud. "Rooting out impurity within Wesen community … brutal trials lasted from one to three days … burned through the stake … then this Grimm took a sabbatical as they were doing his work for him. Oh."
"Yeah, our Grimm ancestors had a lot of blood on their hands," Nick comments as he looks over Trubel's shoulder to read. Josh opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by Nick's phone.
"It's Wu," he says before answering. "Hey, I'm going to put you on speaker."
"I got the files your requested and can bring them to you. I'm guessing you're at the trailer?"
"Yeah, I'm here with Hank, Trubel and Josh."
"Sounds like a party, I'm on my way."
"Hey Wu," Trubel speaks up before he can end the phone call. "Can you bring some food? I don't think we're done here yet and I'm starving."
"That is a good idea," Hank agrees with Josh nodding along and they spend the next few moments giving their meal requests to Wu. He takes it in stride and arrives quicker than anybody anticipated and then the next several minutes is focused on sharing out the boxes and eating whilst discussing odd food choices as well as the odd comment on Wesen from the books spread out in front of them.
"Octopus head was interesting," Trubel says as she shows off the drawn image to Wu. He pulls a face but taps the page.
"As freaky as that looks nothing beats seeing an Aswang as your first Wesen,"
"Nick what was your first?" Trubel asks and he answers without thinking.
"I saw Adalind."
"Who's Adalind?" Josh asks in the ensuing silence.
"I mean, a Hexenbiest. My first Woge was a Hexenbiest who we later found out was named Adalind." Hank gives him a look but it's Wu's face that pulls his attention.
"Adalind as in Adalind Schade? From the report Captain wanted me to look at?"
"What report?" Hank asks as Nick nods in confirmation.
"Well, that looks interesting," Josh comments and Nick glances over to see him looking at the page where Hexenbiests are portrayed. He flashes back to first seeing Adalind on the street, blonde hair flowing before her face changed and then seeing her Woge again while holding her daughter in her arms.
His phone rings and he answers without looking away from the book. "Burkhardt."
"Nick!" Juliette's voice comes through louder than he's expecting and he briefly pulls the phone away from his ear. "Nick, you have to come get me!"
"Juliete? Where are you?"
"I went out, remember? Time with my friends, an ordinary normal night out! But we drank too much and now I need you to come and take me home!"
"Alright, tell me where you are." He flips the book closed and gets up to put his jacket on. Hank looks up at him and he mouths Juliette's name.
"We're at the Over You Bar, the one on fifth."
"Yeah, I know it, I'll be there in 25."
"Nick! That's too-too long!" Her tone is whiney and he knows she's past tipsy.
"I'll be there as soon as I can," he sighs and ends the call. He looks up to see everybody staring at him. "So, I have to go. Do you guys want to stay or shall we call it a night?" They all share a look before starting to pack up. Putting the books away and picking up the rubbish and left overs from dinner.
"I think we're at a good stopping point," Hank says and Nick nods. "I can give Trubel a lift to yours if you need to go?"
"Yeah, that would be really helpful, thanks. You alright to lock up?"
"I might stay awhile longer," Wu says and Nick shoots him a look. "Or maybe not."
"You know, maybe we need to look at doing something with the books. I mean, I love the trailer but coming out here all the time to look things up isn't always the easiest thing to do, or the best use of our time." He says as he steps outside with Wu following him.
"What you thinking?"
"I don't know. Maybe scanning the books and creating some kind of database, something we can access from anywhere."
"Like a Wesen search engine?" Wu looks intrigued. Hank and Josh step outside as Trubel turns to lock up.
"I don't know. It couldn't be something just anybody could access, yet still something we could use when out on cases. I'm not sure, maybe a log in account, or maybe something else, I'm just thinking out loud." He shrugs and open the door to the cruiser.
"Well, I think those thoughts are very interesting. And I can think of a few possibilities. Let me do some research and I'll get back to you." Wu hurries off and Nick shoots a look at Josh who motions his own unknowing before he climbs in and starts the car.
The streets are fairly empty at this time so he makes the drive in good time, pulling up to the curb to see Juliette huddling at the side of the door with another woman. She's laughing and he smiles at the sight before climbing out to get her attention.
"Nick!" She greets him loudly.
"Well, I hope you had a good time," he says and both women laugh.
"So good! It's been ages since I've done anything like this! Anything normal! Everything ordinary and predictable and just right tonight!" She's tottering in her heels, one arm slung around her friend. He steps forward to help with her balance and she all but falls into him.
"Why don't we do this anymore Nick? Remember, going out with friends and having a good time and nice restaurant dates, you-you know?"
"I think that's part of growing older," her friend suggests and Juliette scoffs.
"You mean growing Grimmer," she says and Nick hugs her closer. "No interruptions or monsters tonight!"
"Ok, let's get you home. Have you got a ride?" Her friend assures him she does so he helps Juliette to the car, all but lifting her in as she sways.
"Oh, I haven't had a night like this in so long," she says.
"I think you'll regret it in the morning," he states with a smirk, leaning over to click her seatbelt into place.
"I don't know. There are so-so many things I think I might regret. Regret can eat at you." Her hand shoots out to hold onto him as he goes to shut the door. "I don't want to regret you."
"Juliette, I'm not sure now is the time to be talking about this."
"When is? When you come home bloody? When we get interrupted all the time? When Grimm comes first? Instead of me?" He disengages her hand and leans forward to catch her eye.
"I know we need to talk but I am not doing this here. Not like this. I'm taking you home and putting you to bed and we can talk when you're sober and we're both fully aware, alright?" She huffs and leans back but doesn't argue with him and so Nick slams the door shut before making his way to the driver's side.
The drive is quiet and he's hyper aware of her breathing and the heavy, tense atmosphere in the car. He knows he's right, this isn't the time or place for that conversation but part of him is tempted to have it, if only for the possibility that the alcohol has loosened her tongue. But that wouldn't be right on Juliette or fair to either of them. If they're going to work this out then they both need to be in a clear mindset.
His phone rings and it makes them both jump.
"Burkhardt," he greets.
"Nick," comes Monroe's voice, high and strained. "Can you come to our place? There's been another incident." He's switching lanes as Monroe talks, calculating the time it'll take to get to his house.
"What happened? Are you ok? Is Rosalee?"
"Yeah, we're both ok, shook up, I guess, but ok. Can you come now?"
"I'm driving, I'll be there in 10." He hangs up and puts his foot down, worry settling in his gut.
Pulling up outside his friend's house he sees a lot of smoke and something erected on the front lawn.
"What?" Juliette mumbles as Nick hurries out of the car.
"Stay here," he orders and draws his gun as he makes his way to the front door, eyeing the burning stake as he passes it. It's not a straight wooden pole, it has angles and a shape that he thinks he recognises. Monroe opens the door as he approaches.
"Are you ok? Rosalee? Did anybody get hurt? What happened?" Monroe steps back and he see Rosalee, arms clasped around herself in a self-hug. He re-holsters his gun as he steps into their house.
"We're ok, pissed off but ok," Monroe replies. "It's another Wolfsangel."
"Like the one from the letter?"
"Yes, we were just settling down for the night when we suddenly saw the flames."
"I want to rip their throats out," Monroe growls. Rosalee steps towards him and they hold hands. "On our front lawn? They got a problem; they can deal with me. Take me on. But this? Cowards, man, I mean cowards!"
"I get it, you have every right to be pissed off. But I've seen some recounts of this in the books and it doesn't end well." He doesn't like bringing his friends bad news but he needs them to be aware. The thought of either of them going through one of those so-called trials, is both terrifying and maddening.
"There's been a fire!" Juliette announces as she enters the house and Nick pinches the bridge of his nose. "Somebody put it out!"
"Juliette, are you ok?" Rosalee asks quietly and the redhead steps forward quickly.
"No, no, are you ok? There was a fire! Monroe! Is he ok?" She looks around before focusing in on Monroe. "Oh, you're ok! I'm so happy you're ok!"
"We're ok Juliette," he says whilst pulling a face at Nick and he shrugs.
"Juliette was out with some friends tonight." He explains quietly as she looks around the room and in between them all.
"We should call the police! They can help."
"I can call it in," Nick offers.
"What good is that going to do?"
"We can make arrests," he replies but Monroe is already shaking his head.
"That's not going to stop them."
"Who are we talking about?" Juliette asks.
"It's the Secundum Naturae Ordinem Wesen. An ancient organisation founded during the middle-ages to keep Wesen pure."
"To them inter-marriage is a crime against man and nature."
"So, there's been a crime!" Juliette announces and turns to Nick. "Nick can arrest them!"
"Is the Wesen council involved?" Nick asks and Rosalee sighs, both ignoring Juliette for the moment.
"Officially, blood purity organisations are outlawed. But there are those on the council who still believe inter-species marriage is a sacrilege."
"Wait, this is because you got married?" Juliette looks between the two of them and shakes her head.
"You can stay with us," he starts to say but Monroe holds his hand to interrupt.
"Oh, no. They are not driving us from our home."
"Well, I'm going to call this in," he gestures to stop as Monroe opens his mouth. "We have an open case with all the actions that have happened so far. There's no harm in reporting this and letting the police gather evidence. We might be able to see things they can't." Juliette snorts and he carries on. "And I'm going to ask for some surveillance for you guys, to be on the safe side. Especially if you're insisting on staying here. They clearly know where you live."
"Alright," Monroe agrees and pulls Rosalee into a hug. Nick steps away to call it in and looks out the front to the still smoking relic.
It takes time for the officers to come, the scene to be processed and Monroe and Rosalle to be interviewed. He stays throughout it all, noticing Juliette disappear at some points and taking note of Rosalee encouraging her to drink water. Still, she is definitely looking worse for wear by the time they are heading home. She doesn't say anything on the drive back or as he helps her get ready for bed but holds his hand as he tucks her in.
"I don't think I said the right things tonight," she starts and Nick goes to hush her.
"Juliette, you've had some drinks. It's ok-"
"No, I don't think it is. All this threat and danger and-and, I just, I don't know." She whimpers. "It's like an infection, your Grimm-ness taking over our lives. Making everything diff-different." He sighs and tries not to let the pain from her words show on his face.
"Hey, it's not something we need to talk about right now. Just, get some sleep."
"I don't think I can sleep with all this hurt inside me," she murmurs but lays down and closes her eyes. He pauses in getting ready for bed himself, looking at her before changing his mind and leaving the room instead.
Heading to the kitchen he grabs a beer out of the fridge and goes to open it before sighing and setting it onto the counter. He thinks of all that Juliette said tonight, all the conversations they've been having recently and tries to put it together in his head in a way where they stay with each other. He's just not sure he can see it, not with how things currently are.
He's no longer sure he wants it.
Shaking his head he puts the beer back in the fridge and decides to focus on something else. What can he do in the middle of the night and on his own? He knows he's not getting any sleep tonight so he can use this time to put his attention onto something worthwhile. Adalind springs to mind and he remembers the details about her mother and the storage locker mystery. Setting his shoulders, he makes his way to the front door.
"You sneaking out?" Trubel's voice makes him jump and he glances up at her to see her standing on the stairs. It's been a while since someone did that to him and he realises how deep in thought he must have been.
"No."
"Well, where are you going at this time in the uh morning?" He raises an eyebrow at her questioning and she shrugs.
"Nowhere special, just heading out."
"So, then I can come."
"Not tonight Trubel."
"Nick-"
"Look, I just need to check on something. It's not anything case related or with active Wesen. It's more just me getting something sorted so I can let it settle, ok?" She looks at him intently before nodding.
"Alright. Sorry if I was being pushy."
"No, no need to say sorry. You know I love having you around. Go back to bed and I'll see you in the morning." He stays by the front door and watches as she slowly makes her way back up the stairs. He waits another few moments before leaving and then lingers even more in his car.
No one can know he's about to do some breaking and entering. No one can know why. His interest in this particular case, if it can even be called that, is nothing anyone would understand right now. His link to Adalind, his want and need to protect all three of them a surety at this point. Even if he has to go outside the law to do it. But if this keeps them safe a bit longer then he'll gladly do it. He chooses not to focus too much on those feelings and instead puts the car in drive, knowing he's going to take the long way there just in case.
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B & B storage, 47466 Northwest Sutton Road. He checks his notes again and then the building before scanning for any cameras that might catch what he's doing. It looks like the office might be off the front side and that's his best bet for more information. Grabbing his torch and small set of pins he makes his way to the door, sticking to the edge of the building and the shadows as much as possible. Its surprising easily to pick the lock and he's in and able to look through the office, with open filing cabinet, and locate details on Catherine Schade and the number for her storage unit.
Picking that lock takes him longer but after a few more minutes, and a couple of swear words, he's in and standing between boxes and piles of items he has no idea about.
Clicking his flashlight on he shines it around the space, taking in the covered furniture, stacked chairs and odd shaped boxes. A mirror leans against one wall and a bookshelf holds books as well as numerous other items. There's a small space in between everything and he makes his way around the room slowly.
Adalind had said this needed to be checked but he has no idea which items might be important or worth rescuing. What he needs is Adalind and her knowledge.
Well, it is the middle of the night. She should be asleep. He's always just connected to her but could he make it happen? Deliberately start one of their linked dreams? He looks around again, noting anything he thinks she might be interested in, anything that looks like it might be Hexenbiest worthy then finds a clear spot and sits with his back against the wall.
Closing his eyes, he breathes deep and thinks of that feeling, that hum that settles over him in the dreams and the energy he feels when they share them. He pictures Adalind, there with him, in that dreamscape, the two of them together.
Muted colours grow and stretch before becoming a swirl behind his closed eyes, energy zings across his skin and he hears a gasp alongside an intense feeling of vertigo.
"Nick?"
"Adalind," he greets, seeing the familiar dreamscape around them.
"This … feels different?"
"I needed to talk to you so I made it happen," he sounds unsure but he knows that's what he's just done.
"Oh, wow, ok." She steps closer to him and reaches out to touch him. He meets her hand and the familiar flare of magic is comforting and spreads warmth through him.
"It is you," she breathes and he nods, squeezing her hand before letting go. "Well, this is a step up. You needed to talk to me?"
"I'm in your mother's storage locker and I needed to ask what I should be looking for."
"Oh, right now? Oh, ok, can you tell me what's there?" He goes on to describe the things he's seen, including several books which she gets very particular about in his ability to say what colour the spines are, and she directs him as to what he should remove as well as what else to look out for.
"Will you remember all that?" She asks and he gives her a soft smile.
"I remember everything about these dreams," he says back and then pauses, wondering if he's said too much.
"Really?" Her voice is quiet and he meets her gaze. The energy between them flares up and she takes a step closer to him.
"Yeah, really."
"Me too," she agrees and he gives in to the pull and wraps his arms around her in a soft embrace.
"I keep thinking this should feel weirder than it does," she comments and Nick hums.
"But it doesn't," he says and feels her nod against his chest. "And now we know we have some more control over it."
"It does make me feel better knowing I can possibly get hold of you, whenever needed. How did you do it?"
"I'm not entirely sure," he confesses. "I just, whenever we're here there's this feeling of magic, energy or something and I guess I associate that with you and these dreams. I focused on that and it worked." He shrugs a little, as he's not entirely convinced he fully understands how he did it, it just matters that he did.
"You definitely are magic then," Adalind murmurs. "You couldn't have done this without some connection to power."
"Grimm's blood," he mutters. "Maybe there is something to it." The colours around them start to swirl together and he only has time to give her a soft squeeze before he's waking up.
It takes him a minute to get his bearings before he gets going, collecting the items Adalind requested. Checking his watch, he knows it'll be light soon and he needs to hurry before he loses the advantage nighttime and shadows gives him. He already knows where he's hiding everything, at least until he can figure out a more permanent solution. It's not like he can take these things to the trailer, not with so many others able to see and ask questions.
Maybe it's time to look for another place. A safe place, somewhere only he knows that could be used in case of emergency.
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Sean Renard opens his eyes and sees white. Turning his head a familiar face swims in his visions and he swallows several times before he can speak.
"Mother?"
"Sean," she comes closer and strokes his hair gently.
"What happened?"
"You were shot. The doctors couldn't help you so I did." He tries to sit up but pain in his chest makes him lie back quickly.
"By help you don't mean …"
"The Lebenskraft schlange, yes."
"Mother-"
"It is done. I brought you into this world and I was absolutely not going to let you go without doing everything I could to save you. My life force for yours is a small price to pay."
"But won't you-"
"I have time left to get my affairs in order. You are not rid of me just yet. But yes, I will succumb to the effects of the spell." Renard grasps her hand and she smiles down at him.
"I have done many things in my time and you are one of the best. I do not regret it."
"What if there was a way to stop it, to regift your life force back to you?"
"Sean, this only works between family. You are my family and I have-"
"What about another member of family? Say, a grandchild?" His mother goes still.
"A grandchild? I have … you have a child?"
"Yes. Could we use that connection to give you more time?"
"You have a child and did not tell me? You would use a child in such a way, that would possibly limit their life and have impacts we do not know?" He shakes his head at her tone before looking up at her.
"You are my mother and I feel I have to do what I can to help you."
"As you are my son and I gladly gave my life for you to continue with yours. But not if you would do such a thing. I acted knowingly, fully aware of what my actions would do. A child could have no such awareness and so would be trapped."
"They would be tied to our family, yes." He speaks. "Forever with us."
"That does not sound like family," she says slowly. "That sounds more like control and power." He doesn't reply to that and she sighs, leaning over him to stroke his hair again.
"Where is the child? And what of the mother?"
"Adalind."
"Adalind, Catherine's daughter?"
"Yes."
"So, my grandchild will be a biest. How wonderful. When do I get to meet them?"
"Adalind took them somewhere, I don't know. The Family have been very interested and are also wanting to meet them. I think it was a member of the family who shot me, I was meeting with them to discuss the child's future."
"You cannot trust the Family, Sean."
"Oh mother, I know. But I am the father and that gets me certain rights."
"Sean-"
"They are only interested in the child because they are of the bloodline. My bloodline. I have just as much right to a position in the family, so if they are going to use my child then I will too!" He pants with his words, fired up at the injustice of his life and position. His mother drops her hands and steps back.
"I have warned you before about the allure of the Royal Family and not to fall into the scuffle of control they are forever fighting. Being part of that will only bring you deceit and delusions of grandeur long gone." He opens his mouth but she cuts him off. "I speak from experience, son."
A nurse walks in to check his vitals and they both stay quiet as she works, talking quietly to Renard and then filling out his chart before leaving. Elizabeth steps close again to his side.
"I have never been the type of Hexenbiest to form emotional bonds and attachments. You are my pride and joy; I enjoyed my time with your father but that is where it ends. I can clearly see my relationships for what they are. You would do well to do the same. And if Adalind has hidden the child away then she is doing more for it than you are. Probably cares more for them. So, you must be aware of the Hexenbiest who loves completely. They are formidable in their abilities when protecting those they truly care about."
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Adalind laughs as Diana giggles with the motion of the swing, pushing her daughter slightly higher to see a bigger smile on her face. Coming to the park is one of her favourite things to do now. Though they never come at the same time or on the same day, something Kelly insisted on. Each week they change the schedule but still, it is time out and Diana loves it. Seeing her daughter so joyful brings her happiness she never knew.
"Ok, honey, time to go back now." Diana blows a raspberry at her words and she blows one back getting another laugh. Lifting her up and out of the swing she has to take an extra moment to adjust her, her daughter's size and weight having increased recently. Kelly had been out multiple times to get new clothes as Diana was growing faster than she could wear them.
Starting the walk home, Adalind stretches out her senses and does the recon checks Kelly had taught her. The park is fairly busy but nothing stands out to her so she moves quickly, chattering to Diana and listening as her daughter echoes it back.
Turning onto their street she notices increased activity at the house next door to theirs, several cars she hasn't seen before and as she draws closer, she can hear raised voices and what sounds like slamming doors.
Adalind increases her speed as she walks past the house and hurries to their front door, unease building inside of her. The noises coming from next door get louder still and she hears more slamming doors. She jolts when the clear sound of gunshots resonance through the air.
The gunshots are followed by screams and Diana starts to cry. Adalind shushes her as much as she can but the sounds from the house next door continue and she huddles them down. Sirens sound in the distance and add to the noise levels surrounding them. At first, she thinks she's the one shaking but then she spies Diana's eyes glowing purple and she realises it's the whole house. The lights start flickering and she rushes to reassure her daughter.
"It's ok, honey, Mama's here. We're ok," she repeats over and over. "We just have to be brave for a little while. Come on, be Mama's big girl, it's ok." The house stops shaking but suddenly Diana is vibrating in her arms, excluding heat as Adalind struggles to keep her in her arms.
"Kelly!" She cries out, watching in mounting horror as the purple glow seems to take over Diana's whole face. "Kelly!"
The older woman comes running, stumbling to a stop as she takes in the scene in front of her. The flare of magic becomes too much and Adalind can no longer hold onto her daughter. There's a flash of purple light, a tearing of fabric and when both women can see again, they gasp.
In front of them is a child, closer in age and appearance to an older toddler than the baby Adalind had just been holding. Neither she nor Kelly move, both just staring.
"Mama," the little blonde-haired girl says. "Big girl now, Mama."
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"Another phone call?" Nick asks as Monroe locks the door of the Spice shop behind himself and Hank. Rosalee looks pale but nods in answer. "Same as before?"
"Yes, he said blood would be spilt and that we should have heeded their warnings."
"When I get my hands on these bastards," Monroe growls but Rosalee whimpers and he quickly goes to her side.
"Maybe you guys should leave town for a while, go visit the family," Hank suggests but both Rosalee and Monroe shake their heads.
"This won't go away just because we leave for a few days," Monroe states and Rosalee continues. "And neither of us want to take this to our families."
"We just have to stay vigilant," Nick states. "We've got a couple of leads to follow and knowing the timing of the call we can get Wu to trace it." They both nod but he knows they aren't feeling all that reassured. "Why don't you both come to dinner tonight, at my place? We can have some good food and a bottle of wine and just an evening away from this?" They share a look and Monroe shrugs.
"I don't know if I'm in the right frame of mind for an evening like that," Monroe growls.
"Ok, well how about you both come over and then we head out to the trailer and get some of that aggression out in a more physical manner?" The couple share a look before Rosalee answers.
"I think that sounds like something we both need."
It's arranged quickly, with Rosalee staying with Juliette, Josh and Hank at the house while Nick, Monroe and Trubel head out into the trees beside the trailer.
"Ok, we're going somewhat old school with this. Monroe you're going to give us a head start and then you just have to catch us. If you get held down for a count of five, you're out. Everybody ready?" Trubel is practically vibrating, a grin stretching her lips. Monroe breathes deep and nods, eyes briefly Woging red and Nick feels his own senses settle in. The three of them share a look before Monroe nods and the two Grimms take off.
What follows is fast and intense and honestly, really good fun. His hearing allows him to get a lock on Trubel and when Monroe catches their scents, giving a howl and starts the chase. The younger Grimm gives it a good shot but he hears her swearing when Monroe gets her down for the five counts. Then it's all on him and he runs, using the cover of trees and zig zagging as he goes to try to confuse and disperse his scent.
The footsteps behind him get louder and his senses flare up, feels like he gets a lock on Monroe's very essence, with the sensation almost giving him a countdown in his head to how close Monroe is getting behind him. He holds his nerve and then just as the growl comes, he jumps up. Grabbing hold of a branch he lifts his legs up as Monroe flies past underneath him and he drops down, putting pressure on the Blutbad's legs and counting down.
"1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … 5." He rolls to the side as Monroe takes a last-minute swipe at him and then knocks him back as he tries to jump up after him. "And you're down and out."
"Ah, dude! I thought I had you!" Nick laughs and lets the thrill of the hunt and the chase fill him. This had been for Monroe but honestly, he's enjoyed himself too.
He helps pull Monroe up off the ground and the two share a grin as the Blutbad pants after the intense run.
"Thanks man, I think I needed this." Nick nods but keeps hold of his hand.
"You know I'm here for you. You and Rosalee. I will do anything and everything I can." That static sensation travels through his hand again and he drops Monroe's hand quickly before he can question it.
"We know Nick," Monroe replies. "And we would do the same for you. It means so much, having you as a friend."
"Same here," he replies before shuffling his feet then looking around. "Well, let's find Trubel and get you back to your wife. Hopefully we can all have a better night."
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He feels the puffs of air as she gasps above him and he suckles her. Her hands hold him tight in place and he reciprocates, hands tracing the lines of her body as he pulls her closer.
"Oh, please," she murmurs and he lets one hand drift down so he can feel just how much she wants this. Wants him. Tingles of magic seem to follow his fingertips and the energy between them hums.
She cries out as he brushes her and he moans at the heat and the sparks and the feel of her.
He wakes with a start, fingers still tingling.
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AN – Let me know what you think!
P.S – Lebenskraft Schlange is a term I made up, and it's literally a translation in German for life force snake. I couldn't find a term for the two headed snake from the show and wanted something so thought that sounded pretty good. I always thought that it was weird that we got introduced to Elizabeth and she was presented as a pretty powerful Hexenbiest and someone very interested in her grandchild but then we never see or hear from her again. So, I went with it and decided to give a reason why. I'm also not entirely unconvinced that she didn't have more to do with Juliette turning Hexenbiest than Adalind did in the show. I always thought it was fishy that she kept emphasising the side effects and thought maybe she was throwing something of her own into that potion too. She seemed to somewhat admire Adalind, or at least her abilities, so maybe she was creating something that could fight her and so get Renard Diana on his own. Just my thoughts though.