A.N. I'm sorry for all the people waiting for the continuation of my Pjo story but that is being redone and reposted as a new story. On another note this story is cross posted on Archive under the same name. Constructive criticism is very welcome.

Chapter One: Memories Resurface

Nick Burkhardt was having n enjoyable night. The whole gang was here, together, catching up and spending time together. They were at Monroe and Rosalee's house. Adalind, Hank and him were on the couch. Monroe and Rosalee were on the loves eat and Trubel was sitting backwards on a dining chair pulled into the room.

The living room was full of chatter and laughter, a moment of quiet in the mess their lives were. They were all holding a glass of champagne and sipping it slowly in between talking.

"You know, as messed up as everything has been, I don't regret anything really." Monroe started, " From the moment I tackled Nick through my window, my life has been a whirlwind but it's been the happiest I've been." He continued, looking at Rosalee at the end. "So as a saying my seven times great grandmother passed down.'Fate is how you make it, it's never truly set in stone until it already past.'"

Words of agreement and cheers went around the room, everyone smiling at the words, until Nick gasped and dropped his glass. Champagne ran across the carpet ou the suvived glass, as Nick gripped his head in pain and clenched his eyes.

"Nick!" Everyone exclaimed.

Trubel threw down her chair in her haste to reach his side at the end of the couch. Adalind held on to his thigh and shoulder and Hank, Monroe and Rosalee leaned forward in concern.

"Aunt Vina...remember...bits...pieces..." Nick managed to grunt out, "Give...me...moment."

After about three minutes of tense silence, which felt like hours, Nick relaxed slowly and opened his eyes. He took a few shaky breaths then focused on them.

"I just had a mixture of images pass through my head. They seem like memories but I'm not sure, some of it is really blurry and patchy as if somethings are missing. If they are real though, my respect for Aunt Marie just went down a little more."Nick stated slowly.

"Are you okay?" Adalind asked first.

"Yeah, just a littler shocked." He answered.

"What did you see?" Rosalee enquired.

"Two clear things came up though all the pieces."

FLASHBACK- MEMORY ONE

"Come on, Nick. We can't have you done those things that Morde was teaching you. Retched family they are." Aunt Marie ranted sounding like she was spitting poison at the end.

She was dragging her 12 year old ward along with her in a small forest path. This path lead to a shadded meadow,as the large trees stopped a lot of sunlight to get in. Just a little ways from the center of the meadow was a wooden caravan. It was painted red with a black boarder around it, but was plain other than that. At least to Marie, to Nick the red was covered with glowing white symbols and similes but he didn't point that out to his Aunt.

Marie didn't slow down and swiftly walked towards the caravan, still gripping onto Nick's wrist and pulling him along. She knocked on the door and tapped her foot waiting. The door swung open and she rushed inside. The door slammed close behind them.

The caravan was bare except for a woman sitting at a small circle table at the end. The table had a red cloth in it and a rectangular form that was covered with a black cloth. The woman that sat behind the table was covered in black fully from what they could see, even her face was covered with a black mesh hubs curing her features.

"Grimm." a rasping voice came from the direction of the woman.

Marie sneered and pushed Nick forward. Th woman hummed and then pointed at the door with a crooked aged finger. Marie huffed and left.

After Marie left, the woman lifted her veil, showing a beauty underneath. Her thick bowed lips, stained red Was pulled into a smiled and her chocolate, red ringed eyes stared though a smokey eye. The once crooked hand changed to match the mocha flawless skin, tipped with black stiletto nails.

"Master." Nick whispered shock to see his teacher here.

"We must be quick Nicholas. Your Aunt will renter in but a moment." A bell-like voice warned from the woman. "I'm sorry I'm going to do this but it must be done. I will be locking away your memories of training with me. My teaching will not resurface until much later in your life." She continued sadly. Her hands glowed white slightly

"I..I understand master. I will miss you." Nick said understanding it's his Aunt's fault this is happening.

"Before I do this I'll tell you two things Nick. The one to start you family gift shall be the one who will keep your heart and the wolf who will be with you in the beginning will bring back what you've lost." With tears in her eyes the woman brought her glowing hands to Nick's temples, erasing the year and 2 months he spent with her.

After the deed was done, the woman carried a dazed Nick outside her veil back on again. She exited to a pacing Marie., who stopped at seeing the woman and Nick.

"Is it done?" Marie demanded.

The veiled woman only nodded no passed Nick to Marie and turned to enter the caravan again.

"That boy will never be like you and the other Grimms, no matter what you do." The rasping voice again coming from the woman said.

"That's what you think, witch." Marie spat.

"Tick tock, Grimm, tick tock." The woman let out a gravely chuckled then entered the caravan.

Marie sneered at the door the walked away with Nick in her arms.

FLASHBACK END

"That's the first thing I remember. At least she didn't lie." Nick chuckled sadly looking at Adalind and Monroe.