"Lie To Me"

By Lil_Jei aka Lillinfields

Summary: Aunt Marie lied about Nick's parents. The truth is she kidnapped him when he was just a little boy because he was a Grimm born into a family of creatures and hid him in plain sight by using a spell (glamour?). Now, years later, the spell is falling apart without Marie there to strengthen it and everything is changing, for the better and for the worse. Bonus points for Royal King Renard always searching for his son and Nick manifesting some less than human qualities once the spell begins to unravel. Can be gen or slash.

Notes: Rating: PG-13 or R
Wd Ct: 3000+
Disclaimer: The characters and show depicted are not mine and I make no money off of them.
A/N & Warning: I took a prompt from grimm_kink and ran with it. Also this is un-beta'd and a WIP.

Chapter One...

Nick always wondered why when he was tired he'd slip into an accent. More than one person since he was a child would comment on it. Marie never had. Juliette and Hank both thought of it as one of his quirks. As if he had watched one too many horror movies about vampires and Translyvania. It didn't happen all the time and Nick never noticed really, at least until now.

Because it explained so many of his quirks and attitudes and inherent ways he looked at things. He'd fallen asleep last night in the trailer like so many nights before since Juliette had left him. He couldn't stand going back to the cold barren apartment he now had to rent or even worse end up wallowing at Monroe's AGAIN. So he laid down in the cramped little bed and tried to sleep. And his dreams had started off like so many had before, another fight with an angry Wesen or a screaming match with Juliette. Things from his own daily life always transferred into his nightly dreams.

But none of that registered tonight. He'd fallen deeply asleep and while doing so had changed from the inside out. He can still feel her, his grandmother supposedly hauntingly sweeping through some Parisian garden beckoning to him. He'd never had this dream and when he woke he'd realized it wasn't a dream, it was a memory. He could still feel the childish laughed bubbling up within as this woman swept him up into her arms and sat them down to tea. It was a beautiful day with warm summer light and misting raindrops. Nick remembers it all so clearly but he doesn't know why.

It was as if this memory set everything off. He'd woken up with his cheeks wet and still sobbing from some forgotten moment. He didn't really know the woman but he knew she had been real to him. He could still feel her arms wrapped around him, whispering in his ear about how he was going to be a strong man and Wesen and he would show the world how it should be. "Wesen, human, and Grimm," she'd whispered into his ear, "such a special little boy." And poof it was all gone and Nick woke with a gasp.

The gasp along with the tears had Nick up and shaking from the very thoughts he had rushing about in his head. He didn't know this woman yet he did. And what had she meant about being a Wesen and Grimm? How could that be? Was it possible that what he knew about himself wasn't real or true. He needed to think, no wait he needed Rosalee. He knew that she'd help him, somehow she had to have what he needed to figure out the truth behind the mystery of who he really was.

Chapter Two...

He had called in sick to the station, briefly leaving a message with Hank that he needed some time off to get better and that he'd be back to work soon. He'd spoken with the Captain and told him point blank that he needed a week away from work to get better. His boss had just accepted and told him he had the time available and that was it. And now he was standing outside of Rosalee's shop worried out of his mind and still feeling the chill that his dreams had brought him.

He didn't know why this dream had changed something. It was as if a spell had broken and when he'd woken up his body was freeing itself from some deep prison. Even his mind felt clearer than it had since his parents death. But maybe that wasn't true either, everything was turned around and he needed help, he knew that he was just afraid. Afraid of what the future would bring if his life unraveled even further out of his control. Since he inherited his Grimm abilities he'd been feeling pulled into different directions yet when he woke this morning he didn't have that feeling. All the parts of him felt whole, and deep down that worried him too.

Finally having the courage to go in Nick's surprised as Rosalee's voice greets him, "Wondered when you were going to come in, I could sense you just lingering outside. What's the matter Nick, some Grimm case again?' Nick didn't know how to respond to that so he just moved closer to her and watched as her nose wrinkled and her eyes began to widen. And that was when all hell broke loose in a matter of speaking, Rosalee began to mewl and couldn't stop herself from bowing and weezed out, "Regnant? You smell different, you smell Wesen." He couldn't stop the shakes as he whispered, "I dreamed I was different and then I woke up as far from myself but still me as possible. What has happened Rosalee? What am I becoming now?" And Nick sat roughly onto the stool next to her as they both breathed heavily from such revelations.

There was silence as Rosalee breathed Nick's scent in again and again. She was puzzled and knew just by looking at Nick he didn't know any better than she did what could have done this. She startles as he starts telling his dream and she knows by looking at him that it was no dream but some forgotten memory. But neither of them have answers right now just so many questions. Moving closer to Nick Rosalee knows she needs to be gentle about this, "Nick, it was a memory right? It was real but forgotten. Buried deeply into your mind and it just unraveled right?" She waited with eased breath as he nodded, still shaking, still scared witless. "It can only be spell related Nick. And only a few Wesen can do that. Witches and Grimms as well. I have potions that will tell us but you have to be prepared. You know your Aunt Marie, you know your Grimm history now. Are you prepared to know yourself?" She knows the spells that can be used, she knows the potions and she knows Nick's answer before he even says it but still Rosalee hesitates in this act. But that doesn't stop her from hugging Nick as he nods and begins to accept that something dark and Wesen is at play with him now.

He woke up with his mind changing, his scent telling Wesen something that he couldn't possibly be, and yet even with his body joining the revolt Nick still felt free. Rosalee was right to caution him but Nick needed to know everything and if submitting to her potions and care would get him that than he would. He was still worried though, he felt deep down that whatever revelations came about that they would rock his world and possibly break him for good.

Chapter Three...

Rosalee knew the potions needed but still had to make them so she had told Nick to give her a day and a half and then be ready to come to the shop. She had been happy to hear he'd taken the time off and knew that after the potions it was more likely to be even more needed. She had told Nick to go to Monroe's and stay there. He was to relax and meditate and read up on his Grimm homework but to do nothing that would tax his body. He needed to be all there in order for the potions not to take more of his mind and soul away from him. She knew that her telling him that freaked him out even more but she knew Nick would do as she had asked. But no matter while he was at home packing she was calling Monroe to give him a warning.

"Monroe Speaking" "Roe, it's Rosalee and I have some bad news." She knew he wouldn't take that well, since they'd met they had become good friends and she'd gotten to know his wolf side more than most. He hummed on the line and simply waited, ahh he must be working on a clock right now, that's only reason he's so zen as he calls it. She thinks about how to phrase this but can't help it as the words tumble out, "Nick's a Wesen Monroe! He came to the shop today freaked out and worried and by one sniff I could tell he'd changed. But not badly, this was as if he was always Wesen and had been disguised. that's why his scent is always muted to us until battle or heavy emotions." She knew he was paying attention now, no matter what the wolf claimed they both knew he saw Nick as his.

Growling answered her and he said into the phone "Where is he and do you know why this would happen?" She is forcing herself to be calm, "He told me that he dreamed a memory and then woke up different. He said even on the inside he felt different Monroe, that means something! I told him the truth that it could only be a spell if he'd forgotten someone he never knew but had loved deeply. In a day and a half we'll try a reliving potion and few others if that doesn't work. But I will help he's my friend too. I sent him to you Monroe, he's going to pack and be there as soon as he's done. He's shaken up and I need you to be there, help him be zen because I have a bad feeling about this Monroe. He's going to need us after this, it's all going to change." She waits until the growling stops, knowing that Monroe needed to think about her words.

Neither one of them ever said as many words to each other as this usually it was just sniff sniff growl growl and it would be fine. But this was different, this was Monroe's chosen and one of their closest friends and allies. And he was a Grimm. That would mean this situation needed gentle handling or Nick would more than likely lose it. She would do everything in her power to help but she knew what he was the moment she scented him and so would Monroe. He was a Grimm and Regnant and that meant change and all things bloody. If she was wrong there would be no battles, no pain, and Nick would be okay. But the scent told her that Monroe would have a hard time dealing with the fact that his chosen mate was Wesen and on top of that royalty.

The Wesen world would reel from the fact that Nick was a Grimm and a Wesen. She had formed her suspicions already that Nick had been taken or given away but that didn't explain the instant species change. Spells though would, and she was scared of what would come. Giving Monroe enough time she knew she had to say this before Nick got there, "Roe, not only is he one of us, he's one of THEM." She knew he had to think and by the long pause she knew he didn't get it, not wanting to admit it or say it any louder she whispers into the phone, "He's Regnant Roe, he's royalty." That earns her the growls she expected. He says into the phone, "He's here. WE will see you in a day and half Rosalee. And the three of us will deal with everything then." She doesn't even get a goodbye or thank you but she knows better.

The wolf within Monroe is freaking out and he needed his zen in order to be with Nick right now, she'd never begrudge him that. Not now when she knows all of their world is at stake. Hanging up the phone it's all she could not to cry for Nick as she sits on her stool and stares at the ancient texts that will guide them through his discovery, or so she hopes.

Chapter Four...

Nick had driven to his apartment focusing on one thing, to get to Monroe's. Driving through traffic he didn't register the other cars, the speed he was driving, or the fact that he was still shaking. All he needed to do now was pack his bags, go to Monroe's and everything would be better. Monroe always made things better. Grimm things were easier to deal with when he was around. His police cases were easier for him to go over when he was at Monroe's listening to the clocks chiming around him. And now he hoped he would be better with Monroe around him, he knew they were merging on a relationship together and Nick had hopes that this recent change within him wouldn't stop that.

Even deeper than this change inside of him he knew that Monroe was his. And vice versa of course. Ever since their first meeting Nick had been drawn to the wolf. He'd felt sheltered from the storm in his life when he was around Monroe. Everything hard in his life was muted and there were no worries even as they chased bad Wesen down.

Nick just needed to pack and get over there. Looking down at his suitcase though it made him want to groan. He hated packing and things changing. It always made him uneasy and anxious. And that would tire him out and bring out that accent of his that he knew Monroe liked. Thinking like that made Nick smile, at least one change would be good. If the accent was real that meant they were real and Monroe would still lust for him. He would not let that change, he would send the world packing if it did. Monroe was everything to him now and he couldn't lose that. Throwing his last set of sweats in the bag he also got his laptop put away and then he was done.

Taking more deep breaths in order to stop the panic Nick finally managed to get down to his car. He knew whatever changed him wasn't evil, he felt free now. He felt like he was supposed to. But that didn't stop the shakes or the anxiety. This change would be permanent and he knew it would cause some kind of crazy Wesen issue in his already chaotic life. Driving to Monroe's once more he was distracted enough that he didn't notice the rest of the world moving around him. He was focused again on that one thing in his life that would save him, Monroe.

Chapter Five...

Nick didn't even wait til the car was in park fully he just launched out of the door and practically flew to the Monroe's door and into his arms. And once again the shakes started, he hadn't noticed them stop but he knew when the anxiety got worse and they started up again. He didn't care how it looked to Monroe and the neighbors he needed Monroe right that very second. He breathed in the scent of cashmere and pine oil and just waited til his wolf stopped sniffing him. He knew it would be different now. That they wouldn't wait to court and mate, that they couldn't not if Nick world was going to change again.

It felt like hours later that Monroe was done sniffing his hair and his neck and just breathing deeply. They were in sync with each other and Nick knew that they both had accepted so he simply puts it out there, "Mate" he whispers into Monroe's chest. There's no pause just a growled whisper into his ear, "Mine." Nick knows at that very moment that it would all be alright, that he'd be kept as safe as possible. The stress of the change, the truths that Rosalee wasn't telling him, and the possibilities that lingered in his mind had caused Nick to finally say what they both had wanted. And looking up into Monroe's scarlet tinged eyes he couldn't regret the giant leap he had just taken.

They move as one into Monroe's home, not talking as they sat down on the couch and Nick curling into Monroe's arms and lap. It wasn't sexual, at least at that very moment. What it was, was what Nick needed, comfort. Nick and Monroe sighed at the same time and waited each other out. But Nick couldn't stop it as he spoke, "Rosalee called didn't she?" There was more soft and rumbled growling from his mate's chest as Monroe sighed once more and bent some to lift Nick's face to his. Speaking as clear as a stressed Wesen could Monroe said, "Yes, and unfortunately she was right. You smell Wesen. And the fates help us, you smell royal." Nick stutters at that, "Royal?"

Monroe doesn't hesitate as he speaks, knowing that Nick needed answers. "Regnant or royals are the leaders of the Wesen world, are the ones that form the council and the only ones that can call a wild and enraged Grimm or Wesen off." Nick just looks dumbfounded as Monroe continues, "There's one that rules Portland and all of the Oregon territories and you smell like him and his family. You've smelled like him before but that's not what has me upset and worried. I'm worried for you Nick but Rosalee is right if you want answers the potions are needed." There's nothing else he can say about that but as he takes in Nick's slumped body language he knows there's more to say about the two of them.

He hugs Nick closer and whispers again in his ear, "You're mine Nick, my mate and my love and no matter what has changed within you that doesn't change. You accepted it today with that flying leap into my arms and I accepted you as well. Are you alright with that? We'll put off actual mating until the potions and reliving is done to you but you are mine make no mistake." Nick doesn't hesitate any further he grabs Monroe by his beard and pulls him into a kiss. They kiss a little more but then Nick pushes away to breathe and looks at Monroe and says, "I've always been yours. We just had to work through things. But this thing scares me Monroe, this change. And if you'll still want me I'm yours, forever." That reassures the both of them because they just breath one another in and Monroe nuzzles some. They sit there well into the night, just breathing and trying to take in all the changes to come.