"But Mom, I…I mean, it's not like we don't have the space. Do you really need to find another place?"

If you'd told Anne Possible…Hell, even six months ago…that those words would've been coming out of her mouth, she'd have thought you were either drunk or crazy…and likely have slugged you for good measure. And yet…here she was…in the same room as her until recently estranged mother…asking her to stay…and genuinely WANTING her to stay. THAT was the remarkable part! Up until the previous October when…when things had gotten ugly, Anne could hardly stand in the same room as Barbara Kessler. And now…now, she didn't want her…her mother to go, not now, not when things were…almost like they were back…before.

If there had been one positive thing to arise from Kimmie's nightmare of an ordeal, it had been this, not only for Kim and Anne but for the whole family. The kids had their grandmother and Anne…Anne had…

"Sweetheart, thank you. I…I've waited…I mean, I've…I've kind of dreamt of you saying that," Mom smiled as Anne offered her a cup of coffee. "But…I've been running for a long time and I think it's way past time that I start trying to piece my…or better yet OUR life back together," Mom reached over and squeezed her daughter. "My little girl's all grown up now…"

"Well…not so grown up that…that I…"

Anne Possible had faced down Mauvais Dentes, Hundjägers, and Klaustreich. She'd faced down a Siegbarste with only a pocket knife dipped in Siegbarste gift. This…Anne just felt like she couldn't resist saying it, almost like she was possessed. With the trial over and things getting back to…what passed for normal in their family…Anne felt like…well…like things were kind of…they almost felt…well…like they did before Daddy died. There; she'd actually said it. Anne could still remember only too well the kind of person Barbara Kessler was before, the fights, the yelling, and…Anne could remember shouting at her grandparents that she couldn't REMEMBER when Mom had actually cared about her. That had been an emotional teenager mouthing off but…Mom was like a completely different person now and…Anne had the sinking suspicion that Mom could read her like a book right now, just like…well…when Anne had been a teenager during the few times when she actually lived in the same place as her mother. As a sixteen year old, that had been an utterly infuriating little quirk Mom had possessed but…Mom got up from the counter and gave her a hug.

"Annie, nothing can ever make up for the childhood had but…this past month has been one of the best of my life! Never again; I swear to you that I'll never leave you like that again. You may be pushing…39," Anne couldn't help but giggle at that. "But I promise you that I am going to be the best mother I can be with whatever time I have left. Not to mention the fact that…well…being a Grandma is so cool!"

Now THAT Anne had no problem openly laughing at. Cool or not, the last four weeks certainly had proven that Mom was good at it. The boys were loving every single story she told (amended of course until the boys started…showing signs) and Kim…Kim was following Mom around like a puppy. "I mean, I could get used to this," Mom sighed, returning to her stool and mug of coffee. "For the first time, I'm not on someone's tail, somebody's not on MY tail, or somebody's not on my tail while I'm on someone else's. I mean, I'm a Grimm in one of the most Wesen-saturated communities in the world and I slept like a baby last night. I didn't even have a knife under my pillow or anything!"

"Only you would actually notice something like that, Mom."

Mother and daughter shared a good laugh and continued getting breakfast ready. Mom was pleased to see that the Saturday tradition of Grandma Cederholm's pancakes and sausages was still in existence. Hey, that was one Kessler family tradition and fond memory that Anne had been only too happy to keep alive. Now that she thought about it, Kimmie was coming up on her 17th birthday and still didn't know the secret family recipe. That really should be rectified…and with TWO generations of Cederholm women to pass the torch, that would make it doubly special. As Anne saw it, that recipe was as much a part of her heritage as being a Grimm was. If Great Grandma Cederholm could be trusted, that recipe went back close to three hundred years.

As Anne had become only too accustomed to over the years, the minute the tray of pancakes hit the table, a stampede hit the stairs and the pair was quickly greeted by a trio of salivating kids all jockeying for position to get the first helping.

"One experience you and Daddy missed out on," Anne sighed with a trace of amusement. Jim and Tim always stuck together when it came to rallying against their older sister…but all alliances were forgotten on Pancake Day…and this was their first since the trial had concluded. Tim had gotten to the table first, managing to combine both wide-eyed anticipation with extreme smugness, with Kim coming in second and Jim pulling up the rear. It still baffled Anne sometimes. Those three were like a pack of starving Blutbad on a rabbit den. The younger generation, now fully supplied with pancakes, scrammed into the dining room, leaving a slightly amused Anne and thoroughly shocked Mom.

"The…the word that comes to mind is…I don't think there IS a word to describe what I just saw," Mom gasped as she absent-mindedly took Anne's offered plate. "And this happens every Saturday?"

"Every Saturday since the twins were four," Anne laughed, taking her own plate and sitting down next to Mom. "As I said, you and Daddy only had one child. I can only IMAGINE what it was like with you, Aunt Samantha, and Uncle Steve on Pancake Day."

"We were NOTHING like…I mean…how dare you…"

Anne rolled her eyes and speared a slice of pancake. The twins, for the moment, seemed to have called a truce and she asked them to pass the syrup. Drenching her plate in the gooey goodness, she started to chow down in her own right. God…that tasted good, like something you'd get from Wonka's factory! As the feeding frenzy began to subside, little snippets of conversation picked up. Jim and Time had made plans to go over to a friend's house to work on a "secret experiment" and needed a ride. Mom readily volunteered, provided James didn't need his car. Mom was adamantly against getting rid of that ridiculous motorcycle and was still shopping for a car.

"Say what you will about the French but in Marseilles, it'd still be PRIME weather for my motorcycle," Mom ventured around mouthfuls of pancake.

"Well, looking out the kitchen window at the fresh blanket of fluffy powder covering the landscape, Anne couldn't exactly disagree. Immediately following Thanksgiving, as if to officially mark the entrance into the holiday season, Middlesex County had been gifted with about a foot of snow overnight, forcing the schools to close and give the kids an extended Thanksgiving break. It'd been snowing steadily ever since.

"Ha…welcome to the Great Lakes, Mom," Anne replied after a mouthful of coffee. "What about you, Kimmie? Any plans?"

"Tara and I were going to meet up to work on our family history projects together. It okay if we do it here?"

"Sure; what's the assignment?"

"We have to take two ancestors, one from each side of the family, who made a positive impact on the world."

"Ooooo, who are you doing yours on?" Mom asked, polishing off her coffee and getting up to get a refill.

"Well, from Mom's side, I know I want to do Lennart Torstensson."

"Who's L…Lemon Tortureson?" The twins replied in unison.

Both Mom and Anne snorted, both at the boys'…colorful…pronunciation and at Kim's subsequent eye roll. The past few months had been a bit of a crash course in family history for Kimmie and in the week that followed her return to Middleton, she'd devoted herself to her family history as much as she had to being a Grimm.

"Lennart Torstensson," Anne corrected, carefully enunciating every syllable. "He was your ancestor a long time ago. In the 1600s, he was a famous general who served the King of Sweden."

"Wow," Jim gasped, syrup cascading down his face and onto his pajama top. Oh well, at least Saturday was also laundry day. "Was he a knight?"

Anne looked over at her mother, both savoring the unspoken humor of the whole thing. "Something of that nature, yes."

"He's your…four…five…six…about your eight times Great Grandfather," Mom added. "You can go to the library and read books about him. King Gustav of Sweden called him his most trusted friend and his 'Trusty Cannonier'."

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"Annie?"

Anne turned to Barbara as she handed her another plate to dry. It wouldn't seem like much to an outside observer but when in the kitchen, it quickly became apparent that when her daughter had a choice, she frequently elected to do things by hand. You certainly could see Grandma Cederholm in that little act, the epitome of the tough Swedish farmer's wife, never shying away from hard work!

"Out of curiosity…and feel free not to answer but…have the boys shown…I mean…have they started…?"

"Do they have synen?" Anne guessed, slipping into Swedish. "Well…since Kim started…seeing things…James and I have been watching but…Kimmie didn't start until she was almost 16. Boys develop the ability later than girls, right?"

Barbara nodded.

"My hunch is that we've got a few years until it will happen…if it does at all."

That was probably a fair assumption. The interesting thing, though, would be if one of them developed The Sight and not the other. As far as Barbara knew, Jim and Tim were the only set of twins in the Torstensson line and she knew enough about twins to know that identical was to be taken quite literally, right down to their DNA. Would both of them get it if they got it at all? Would one of them get it and if so, would the other be able to sense something wrong?

"Mom? You awake in there?"

"Oh…uh…yeah; just kind of zoned out there for a second. All the talk with the boys about Lennart Torstensson just got me thinking a little."

"Oh…since Kimmie, I've been thinking about that a LOT."

"Was it bad…when it first hit her?"

"Well…it was just hard for her to come to grips with for a few weeks. She…developed…a lot later than I did and…it was just another problem to make being a teenager especially hard. We were just lucky one of the first Wesen she saw fully woged was Amy. The shock of it made Kimmie pass out and Ames called me immediately after. Boy…I never realized how lucky I was, never remembering NOT being able to see Wesen. Those first few days were…anything but easy sometimes…especially her nightmares."

THAT…was something that Barbara had hoped her granddaughter would've managed to dodge. Anne had INDEED been lucky. Barbara remembered only too well the times Daddy had rushed into Barbara's room to his daughter's frantic screams at one nightmare or another. She could remember a particularly nasty one about Hässlich but…it sure looked like Kim had come through it like a champ. From what Barbara had seen in the basement, Kim hadn't been blowing smoke about those journals. At the rate Kim was going, they were going to have to start bringing in shipments from the apartment in Chicago.

"Annie…have I told you lately what a great job you did with my granddaughter?"

"Only about every other day since you've been here," Annie giggled as she reached a soapy hand to put a wet hand print on her mother's shoulder, the little scamp.

…DING…DONG…

Barbara tossed the dish rag on the rack and headed for the door. Stopping at the door, Barbara's eye shot right to the peep hole. She really felt safe in Suburbia but…some habits just died very hard, as they said. She relaxed when she spotted the bundled-up form of Kim's Eisbeber friend, Tara Lutz. She heaved open the door and greeted her with a cheery smile…or at least what Barbara THOUGHT was a cheery smile. Miss Lutz gave a small EEEP and woged into her Eisbeber form. Annie had been trying to spread the word that the "New Grimm in Town" was okay but…when the last new Grimm to show their face was an Ende Der Zeiten, she couldn't really blame some of the townspeople for being a little skiddish around her.

"Hi…uh…Mrs…uh…Kessler…um…"

"Oh please, Tara. You can call me Barbara. I think Kimmie's just finishing getting dressed if you want to go up.

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"Man…your Grandma scares the crap out of me!"

Kim couldn't help but laugh at that statement…and laugh HARD! GRANDMA freaked her out? Okay, Grandma WAS a Grimm…who'd taught Mom…and could wield a knife like a ninja…and was frequently throwing Kim across a training mat despite being almost fifty years her senior…and not to mention the first Grimm to set foot in Middleton since that Ende Der Zeiten nightmare. Anyway, Grandma really seemed to be taking suburban…or at least not having to look over your shoulder every other minute…really well…and it was totally spankin having her here.

"Ah, she's harmless…unless you're a Hundjaeger," Kim shot back, pulling on a clean O-Boyz t-shirt. As her head popped through the top, her face took on a serious note, however. "Seriously though, Tar, Grandma is old school bad ass. If anything goes down in the future, we're all a lot safer with her around then if she wasn't…and Mom's been so happy since she and Grandma started talking again."

"What…what happened to them?"

"Well…I'm still kind of figuring all of that out myself but…my Grandpa was killed by a particularly nasty kind-of radioactive-type Wesen back when Mom was 12 and…Grandma kind of went on a rampage to avenge him and…kind of wasn't there a lot when Mom was growing up. Grandma said she was in a very dark place and…and there were times when she was bordering on an…well…no need to talk about that. This whole thing was one of the few good things about the whole Ende Der Zeiten thing. Apparently, my Grandma's family has been fighting the Ende Der Zeitens for like…EVER going all the way back to the 1600s. There was this Swedish Nobleman, Lennart Torstensson, my ancestor. He saved…I don't know…THOUSANDS of Wesen, maybe millions. 'We fight the darkness. If the kingdom should fall, we fight. If Man should fall, we fight. With our last breath, against the end of time we will fight'. I mean…well…it sounds better in Swedish but…it's really cool! He was part of this whole secret society with the King and…man…I could go on forever. He's one of the ancestors that I'm going to do for the project."

Kim took a deep breath and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't ever recall being so excited about a…wait a minute. Why was it so quiet? Kim turned around and…haha. Tara had planted on herself on the bed and was staring at her, totally and completely enraptured, as if Kim herself were Moses, laying down the 10 Commandments.

"Hey," Kim sat down next to her friend. "It's like Mr. Cooper is always saying in class. Everyone has a story worth telling. What about you? I bet your Eisbeber ancestors built grand monuments, paved roads that go on forever. What have you found out?"

"Well, actually…"

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"The tracking gizmo stopped here. She's got to be here!"

Nico and Tony piled out of the Cadillac, guns drawn and fingers caressing the trigger like they would a broad in the sack. Neither one knew how true the stories about their target were but…if even HALF of them were true, he was oh so thankful for the MP5 strapped to his shoulder. It'd cost a pretty penny and always required a little explaining when a 5-0 caught sight of it but in situations like this, it was well worth it. Every time some uppity Eisbeber caught sight of it, they as good as crapped their pants but…a look wasn't going to be good enough for this hit. This was going to require shooting…and quick shooting if…if whatever Wesen they were tracking could really…

LIGHT FLASH! Nico detected the faintest flicker in the corner of this eye. He swung to the right and the faint POP…POP…POP of the silenced bullets rang out through the dark parking lot.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Tony barked, slugging him in the shoulder. "You jumping at shadows now?"

"I saw a spark," Nico shot back, keeping his eyes on where the flame had been. "Isn't this Wesen chick supposed to be able to do something with fire…kind of like a Damonfuerer?"

"Come on; those guys were probably drunk."

"Tony…they're dead! We know the police report is bogus. Some of them were carved up like a Thanksgiving turkey while the rest were…"

Tony held up a fist to silence him. What? What had he seen? The fist broke apart and Tony motioned for him to look straight ahead. Nico's eyes followed through the precious few parked cars, coming to rest on…there! This was almost too easy! That was her, crouching behind the car they'd tracked her in. She must've been completely turned around because she was as good as out in plain sight. She was probably trying to ambush them or something but… oooooh, this was going to be sweet. Nico raised his gun and zeroed in on the target. He heard the hammer click of Tony's .357 Colt Python. There wasn't going to be anything left to burry after they were done with this bitch!

…BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG…

…BOOM…BOOM…BOOM…BOOM…

The pair ran up to their fresh kill and lowered their weapons, ready to make a kill shot if necessa…oh crap!

"My turn!" The voice was like ice. Without warning, a light burst out like someone had set off a bomb and…

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Author's Notes:

I've been itching to get a new Grimm Possibility story going! Anne and her mother are finally able to reunite and start rebuilding their relationship, Kim and the twins have a Grandma Kessler, and all is right with the world…or as right as it can be with three Grimms in the house. Often times I find myself going in massively different directions with my stories but I can tell you, look for some old faces and in particular, a new enemy that will test the bonds of Mother and Daughter and push to the brink Wesen and Grimm alike.

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