**New Fandom for me. Besides Teen Wolf this is my other all-time favorite, go to show. I love it so much. I wanted to create a story where Adalind didn't start of horrible, and Nick wasn't so conflicted.

This story will be slow going as the others and it will be a slow burn for my favorite couple.
Hope you all enjoy. **

Nick didn't understand what was happening. He killed Zeostorer. The body that had been there just moments ago was proof of that, along with the bloodied staff he was holding. He had just figured out, or partially, how to bring Adalind and the rest of his friends back to life. Maybe even Renard as well. But now there seemed to be a new problem.

Trubel's shocked shout caught his attention, and he watched as the body disintegrate, even the severed arm, and turn to dust just to get caught up in an abnormal breeze that caused it to swirl around in the air and combine to form a new portal. A portal that seems to be drawing the staff to it.

"Nick!" Trubel called again.

Nick grunted as he tried to hold onto the staff, trying to pull it back away from the dark abyss in midair. He had enough of portals and secret worlds and death and destruction. He just wanted Adalind back. He wanted his kids and his friends. He wanted the life they were creating together after all the pain and heartache and suffering they had endured the last few years.

That didn't seem to be what would happen. The harder he tried to stop the pull the harder it seemed to tug. His feet dragged in the dirt leaving skids behind as he tried to dig his heels in. maybe he should just let the staff go. Maybe he should just stop trying and let the abyss have it. If he was lucky it would destroy it, never to be seen again. He stopped pulling intending to let it go and stumbled forward. The staff glowed briefly a shimmering gold and his hands were glued. He couldn't let go and he couldn't stop the pull. Only a few feet now from the portal he took a panicked look at Diana who was smiling at him as if she was not worried.

"Nick, no!" Trubel shouted reaching for him only to hit an invisible wall. She couldn't get to him; she couldn't help him.

"Take care of Kelly and Diana." He called to her right before he was pulled through to the other side.

Black, all there was, was darkness and nothingness. He seemed to be just floating along now, as if he were on a guided tour with the staff as the guide. Slowly images started to show, like a picture reel. Pictures, images voices, from his life.

From the moment he met Juliette, loving her, to losing her and wanting to kill her. To watching her become a whole new person, Eve. Meeting Monroe and becoming friends, to meeting Rosalie and watching them fall in love and marry. He watched realms of Hank and Wu finding out about this whole other world, them choosing to fight with Nick, fighting for him. Learning what Renard was and seeing just what kind of man he was, one out for only himself and using any means he could to get what he wanted.

Finally Adalind. From the moment he first saw her, watched her woge, watching her do things that she later regretted. His eyes watered as he watched Adalind pregnant with his son, feeling him kick from inside her. Seeing her hold him in the hospital after a difficult birth. Getting to know her, seeing the beautiful person she had ended up becoming away from cruel influences. Falling in love with her beyond anything he imagined he could ever feel for another person. Watching the first time they made love for real before he headed off to the black forest. Watching how hurt and aching she was as she had to make the difficult decision to leave with Kelly in order to save them both from Renard. Getting her back and being happy if only for a few weeks with her and Kelly and even Diana.

He gasped for breath as he watched the last scene, standing in front of the old cottage, telling her he loved her, kissing and holding her one last time.

The film faded and he felt the drop immediately. Landing hard on the ground knocking the breath out of him. Standing, staff still in hand he saw absolutely nothing. A complete void. He looked at the staff still in hand and wondered what had happened, where it had taken him.

"Hello? Anybody out there?" He shouted; his voice echoed but there was no response.

"Anyone?" he called again turning in his spot and squinting hoping to catch a glimpse of something, anything.

The staff started to warm in his hand, and he dropped it, finally able to let go. A buzzing sound as if electricity was being turned on started softly and slowly got louder. The staff vibrated on the ground turning a bright red and orange as if lit on fire from within. The noise was getting louder, and Nick instinctively covered his ears in response but wouldn't take his eyes off the staff that seemed to be disintegrating until it was nothing but a pile of ash. The noise became unbearable, and Nick fell to the ground screaming. The buzzing felt as if it were hammering against his skull. His eyes rolled into the back of his head when it became too much to take. Collapsing, his body jerked and seized, his muscles tensed and he started to choke on whatever was blocking his windpipe. The feeling of drowning overtook him, but he couldn't move enough to clear it. He felt when the life left him, one beat at a time his heart slowed and stuttered until there was nothing left.