Author's note (Updated): I don't own Grimm. Grimm is the property of NBC, and are not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only. ENJOY and let me know what you guys think as this is my first story! Sorry for any grammar errors. I just figured out how to edit! So I'll fix any errors I find as and when I can. Also, if you don't mind an Adalind and Nick shipping story, then please stay, but if you're going to be one of those people who just bashes on the story and other stories by other authors I implore you to stop and just move along to something else you would enjoy. That is all. Thank you and ENJOY!
(Nick's POV)
She was gone and not gone in the sense that she wasn't here at the moment, but would return later. No, she was gone in the sense that she no longer existed. Juliette was dead. Trubel made sure of that. She did what he couldn't…what he could never do.
He should be relieved about the whole thing and truth be told, a part of him was. Juliette had driven him to the point of no return. She couldn't be reasoned with nor did she want to be and that took him by surprise. He didn't recognize who she had become. She tried to kill their friends, slept with his captain on more than one occasion, attempted to murder the mother of his unborn child, and she was the reason his mother was dead. Juliette had evolved into someone else. No, something else. She was no longer the woman Nick wanted to spend the rest of his life with, but even so he loved her. He loved her with a passion that couldn't be described. He had done everything in his power to fight what Aunt Marie said, but in the end he couldn't. Being with a Grimm would destroy her and it did.
He was to blame for everything that happened to Juliette no matter what anyone said. Sure, he was mad at Adalind and could easily place the blame on her considering all the stunts she pulled, but everything the Hexenbiest did was in response to everything he did. He couldn't believe it took him this long to realize it. His Grimm status was the source of all Juliette's pain and not only her pain, but everyone else's including his own. He did this. He did this all.
He had set things in motion without even realizing it.
He became friends with Monroe, a Wieder Blutbad. That alone challenged the ways of Grimms. He let two of his colleagues and friends know about the world of Wensens and what not. Surely, that broke a rule or two. He became more than just the subordinate of his captain. He became friends with a Royal, which was completely unheard of especially since they were meant to be mortal enemies of some kind. He really pushed the boundaries and crossed lines with every move made, but he never thought about the consequences. He never thought twice about the decisions he made. He never thought about Juliette and how she would be affected by it all.
She never asked for any of this, but did her best under whatever circumstance was thrown at her. She lost her memory and still stuck around even though she felt uncomfortable. She even was dubbed a Kehrseite-Schlich-Kennen like Hank (and eventually Wu). She stayed by Nick's side even when he lost his Grimm powers and went the extra mile by helping him get them back, which he knew was one of the hardest things she ever had to do, but the last straw was her becoming a Hexenbiest.
He was ready to do whatever she wanted if it meant she could return to being the Juliette he knew, but there was no returning from that. She didn't want that. She didn't care for that. She reveled in her newfound anger and power. She liked who she had become. She had to be stopped and she was.
He was at fault. Nothing anyone said would change that. He just didn't know where to go from here. What was he to do? Never did he imagine that he would be in this position. Never did he imagine the outcome would be this. Never did he imagine he would be lying here in his bed alone. Never.
(Adalind's POV)
Adalind was in pain. She didn't understand why. She had had cramps like this before when she was pregnant with Diana, but this was different. This was an emotional pain that she for some reason felt in her abdomen. She rubbed her belly thinking it would sooth her unborn son, but it didn't work.
"Stop kicking or I'll call your father," she said aloud. It was strange how immediately the pain eased. Was it the mere mention of Nick that did this? "Do you miss your daddy?" She couldn't help but think about him. She knew he was in pain. She felt it like it was her own. Strange. She may not have liked his mother for essentially kidnapping her daughter, but that didn't mean she didn't understand the loss of a beloved. She knew pain. She lost her mother, which she thought was the most painful thing to ever happen to her, but it wasn't. Being separated from Diana was the worst and most painful loss she had ever felt. And then there was the matter of Juliette. Sure, she hated the bitch. There was no denying that, but Nick loved her and it was in that love that Adalind found admiration for him. She respected Nick for the lengths he went for Juliette. It made her curious about Nick Burkhardt, the person not Nick the Grimm.
He was something…else.
Would he be a good father? She couldn't imagine him as a bad one. Even when he was angry at her, he still showed her kindness and protected her. She didn't know what kind of relationship they would have from now on. He first hated her, then made love to her, but only because she tricked him into thinking he was Juliette then he was again in hate mode for what happened to Juliette only for him to turn into her protector due to her carrying his unborn son. Then there was the fact that she had a child with another man, his captain. She felt like she was on a roller coaster ride. Even so, she entertained the thought of them in a relationship. What kind she didn't know, but she wanted it to be more than cordial.
Stop, she mentally commanded.
Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe it was exhaustion. Whatever it was, she needed to stop this line of thinking. It wasn't getting her anywhere. Right now she needed to sleep. She was long overdue for a good night's rest, but it was obvious she wasn't going to get it. She needed to check on Nick. She tried calling, but it went straight to voicemail. That only freaked her out more. Her stomach was beginning to cramp. This couldn't be good for the baby. Why was she even worried about Nick? He was a Grimm. He could take care of himself.
Ugh.
She woke up a startled Bud, who was still stationed in his living room with his bat in hand, "W-w-w-what's wrong? Is someone here? I hope it's not my wife. How will I explain this to her? She'll probably think I got you pregnant. What if she thinks that? She'll kick me out and then where will I go?"
She tried to be annoyed by his behavior, but the way he panicked and went on a tangent of god knows what was rather cute. Nick had some interesting friends or allies, she wasn't sure. It wasn't normal for a Grimm to be friends with Wensens. And she didn't know what to make of this one in particular. Was this normal for him to behave so frantically all the time? Judging by her time here, that seemed to be true, but she wouldn't mind getting to find out if that was actually true. She kind of liked the guy and she liked how much he had helped Nick...
"Bud, calm down. Your wife's not here. Everything's fine. I just wanted to know if you had Trubel's number," she answered.
"Oh, yeah sure. Why? What's wrong?" He questioned. "Did something happen? Was the bed not to your liking? I mean I know it's meant for children, but you're petite and I thought you'd be comfortable. Do you want another blanket? Maybe some pillows?"
"Bud. I just need to see Nick and he's not answering his phone." He looked at her puzzled. She didn't know how to interpret that look. Was it good or bad? "The baby is kicking and I can't sleep. I think he wants to know if his father is okay." She lied. The baby wasn't developed enough to kick, but Bud didn't need to know that. And it wasn't exactly a lie. Her stomach was hurting, which was causing her to stay awake.
"Oh okay. Babies are very in tuned to their environment. Here, I dialed her number on my phone."
"Something happen Bud?" Trubel asked.
"Hi Trubel, it's me Adalind," she answered.
"What do you want?" Leave it to Trubel to get straight to the point laced with attitude. The girl didn't know the meaning of delicacy.
"Is Nick okay? I tried calling his cellphone, but he didn't answer."
"Would you answer your phone if you were in his position?"
"No, I wouldn't. I just wanted to see him."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea besides it's late." Adalind didn't like that answer, but Trubel wasn't wrong to say that. What did she expect her to say? It wasn't like Trubel was the most inviting person in the world and given Adalind's track record…well it was no wonder Trubel responded that way.
"It's probably not, but the baby is kicking and I can't sleep."
"Fine. Come over. Have Bud drive you over. If you upset Nick you'll have to leave, kicking baby or not." The phone clicked before she could say anything else.
"Bud, do you mind driving me to Nick's?"
(Nick's POV)
He had heard Trubel talking to someone on the phone earlier, but he didn't care who it was. He was in state of…something. He wasn't going to find the answers he wanted at the end of a bottle and he wasn't going to forget about what happened by getting his ass beat. Where was a Wensen when he needed one?
God, how he wished he was normal sometimes. He wished he could just drink away his problems or have someone beat it out of him, but no. He was the type to lay awake thinking about it, replaying it over and over in his mind seeing what he could've done and where he went wrong. He was a wreck of some kind.
That was when he heard it, the quiet knock on his door. He didn't say anything. He thought if he didn't answer Trubel would just go away except she didn't. He heard another knock. Something about this knock grabbed his attention. It wasn't like Trubel to knock so delicately.
"Nick? Are you awake?" Adalind asked. He jumped at the sound of her voice. He hadn't expect it to be her. "It's me Adalind."
"What are you doing here?" He asked opening the door. He hadn't meant for it to come out that rudely, but he wasn't going to apologize for it either. He didn't know where they stood. Just because she was the mother of his unborn son didn't mean he could just forget all the stuff she put him through. She ruined Juliette and that was something he could never forget. "Is…Is everything okay?" However, he didn't have it in him to be angry. He was running on empty.
"Umm I just wanted to see how you were doing." He didn't answer her. He also didn't know why he wouldn't let her in his room. It wasn't like she hadn't been here before…maybe a part of him didn't want her to taint the room again. This was the only place where he could think about Juliette purely and freely. This was the room they shared. This was his and Juliette's space no matter who else was in the room. "And our son was restless."
Hearing the word our set off some alarms.
"Is he okay?" Panic set in. He knew nothing about babies and he wanted to make sure nothing happened to his child. "Do we need to take you to a hospital?" He instinctively grabbed his jacket thinking he might have to leave.
"He's fine. He's just kicking. He's making it difficult for me to sleep so I thought maybe if he saw you, he would calm down and let mommy sleep. Do you think you can just open the door? I don't like talking to a door."
"Oh." Something about his unborn son kicking made his heart warm, but even he knew it was too early for his son to be kicking so he asked himself why was she here? What was her reasoning for this late night visit? The only way he knew how to get answers was through interrogation, but he wasn't at the station and she wasn't some perp.
He opened the door, but wasn't prepared to see her face. It was a strange thought really considering he knew she was behind the door so why was he so flustered and bewildered? It couldn't be because she was beautiful, right? Must be that pregnancy glow. "Are you hungry? Perhaps want something to drink? Rosalee gave me some tea that's supposed to be calming." He figured the only way he could get to the bottom of her visit was by talking to her even though he didn't want to, but it was better than lying awake and being left to his thoughts.
"I'd love some tea."
He watched her carefully as she walked downstairs. He had this irrational fear she would fall on her stomach and wouldn't be able to stop it now that she was no longer a Hexenbiest. This led him to wonder about her. Was a part of her lonely without her powers? He certainly felt alone and helpless when he wasn't a Grimm for that short period. Did she come over because she was still scared? If so, a part of him was humbled by that because it meant she felt safe with him.
He brewed her some tea like he promised. She was quiet. He didn't know how to interpret that, but he was grateful for it. This kind of silence he welcomed, but there was something off about her being here. He couldn't quite place his finger on it. "How's the tea?"
"It's got a punch. It's definitely not store bought tea." She smiled and for a second, he caught himself smiling with her.
"Why are you here?"
"The baby was kicking and I couldn't sleep because of him."
"You don't have to lie to me. You're safe. I won't let anything happen to you or our baby."
"I…I was worried about you." She was worried about me? Why?
"You don't need to be worried about me. There's nothing to be worried about," he lied.
"You don't really expect me to believe that, do you?"
"I'll be fine…eventually." He didn't have it in him to fight her or continue this lie. It would get him nowhere besides he wanted to know what she was doing here. She couldn't be up to something else, could she?
"I know, but even so I need eventually to be sooner than later. I know it's selfish, but I've already lost one child." Her eyes started to water and he could see the distressed look on her face, but she remained composed. "I need you to be there for our son. I need you to be there for us." He wasn't expecting that at all. He was expecting some kind of scheme. Maybe this was a scheme of hers. He didn't know.
"Us?"
"We're in this together whether you like it or not and I know things are complicated and uncomfortable, but we're a team now. I can't do this on my own and I shouldn't have to. I'm terrified Nick. I couldn't protect Diana when I had the ability to and now I'm powerless. How am I supposed to protect our son on my own?" The tears fell down her face. She didn't mind they went into her tea.
"Hey, you're not alone. I meant it when I said no one is going to get our baby," he said awkwardly coming to her side. He didn't know how to comfort her without touching her so instead he stood near her. Their eyes locked and he inhaled suddenly not wanting to exhale. He was afraid he would choke or cough ruining the moment. He had the urge to touch her. He wanted to wipe the tears from her face and hold her hands, but he just couldn't bring himself to. It was too soon.
"I have to go," she said abruptly getting up and wiping her tears. He didn't understand why her demeanor changed.
"Stay."
Author's Comment: If you're reading this, then thank you for reading it until the end! As I said earlier, this is my first story. I'm a huge fan of the show. I oddly love the idea of Nick and Adalind and thought about writing it. I will try to update as much as I can, but I don't know when I'll find the time! Let me know what you guys think! Until next time…