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the-hinky-panda · 1 year ago

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The Drowning Kind : Part 1

Title: The Drowning Kind

Pairing: Captain Sean Renard x OFC (written as a reader)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You heard of the Portland Grimm and leave your fundamentalist group of naiads in Vancouver. You just wanted a safe fresh start; you didn't expect to fall in love with a royal hybrid police captain.

“Lots of men want to stay in a boat because they're afraid of drowning. But a mermaid knows: life is just not worth living if you're not ready to drown a few times.”

― C. JoyBell C.

Captain Sean Reynard has many secrets. Some are larger than others. This one is fairly small, relatively speaking.

He owns a kayak.

It’s dusty, and hasn't been used in years. He had bought it on a whim, trying to impress a woman long forgotten now, and now he’s thankful for that impulsive purchase. It’s almost eleven at night when he unlatches it from the roof rack of his car and slips the front of it into the water. The moon is full tonight, turning the river silver and the trees on the river bank more gray than black. He’s grabbing the paddle when he hears your footsteps on the soft riverbank.

“I wasn’t sure if you were making it out tonight,” you say. “Heard it was a rough day in the office.”

“Rough day in the office means meeting up with you will be a certainty.”

Your eyes glint in the bright moonlight as you smile at his comment. He still is getting used to having someone genuinely pleased to have him in their presence, no expectations or favors. You’re already dressed in your swimsuit, bare feet, toes curling into the soft silt as the river laps around your ankles. He knows you’ve spent most of the hot summer day in the river, that you know the currents, branches, and estuaries as well as he knows all the roads and neighborhoods in Portland. The perks of being a naiad and a police captain.

He moves towards you, leaning down to kiss you but you retreat a couple steps further into the river with a coy smile. “You’re going to have to catch me first.”

“Well that hardly seems fair.”

“I’ll go easy on you,” you give him a wink before turning and disappearing under the silver water.

He watches the ripples of your movement as you do your laps under the surface and wait for him to launch the kayak. By the time he’s made it to the halfway point in the river, he can see the electric blue glow of your gills as you circle around the kayak. He pulls his paddle out of the water and rests it across his lap. He waits for a few moments, enjoying the silence, letting his eyes adjust to the night sky as more stars start to appear in his vision. He needs this after the frustrations today; he needs the quiet, the physical effort…you.

Your electric blue eyes are peering at him from the pointed bow of the kayak. You sink below the surface again but appear at the side of the kayak, effortlessly pulling yourself up and sitting, perfectly balanced, in front of him with minimal shifting of the boat. You stay in your naiad form to help with your balancing, air whistling and chirping quietly from the gills along your neck.

“Do you want to talk about your day?”

He shakes his head. “No. I’d rather hear about your day.”

“All my swimming and playing with my fishy friends?”

“Says the woman who got kicked out of the all you can eat sushi bar last week?”

“I almost got kicked out! Get your facts straight, Captain.”

“My apologies.” He lays a hand over yours and you instinctively pull it away but he catches it, slipping his fingers through yours like a hook and halting your retreat. He can feel the scars of the cutting, the lack of webbing between your fingers. He knows if he looks at your feet, he’ll find the same disfigurement there too. He changes into his hybrid form and waits for your eyes to meet his. “You’re not the only one with marks of shame.”

You squeeze his hand back and give him a small smile. This is usually when you start listing the differences between them: he had zero control over his heritage, you had made the conscious decision to go against eons of tradition. His mother had tried to protect him as best she could. Your husband had stood by and watched you be cut by the village elders so they wouldn’t do the same to him. He has tried to convince you, shame is shame, details be damned. One day, he hopes you’ll believe him that when he sees you, all he can see is strength, resilience, and bravery.

He sees everything he wants to be and that’s a much bigger secret than the kayak.

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mikaela-granger · 7 months ago

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The Long Wait -

Chapter 9 - Out and About

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

The Long Wait Masterlist

Authors Note: Sean's POV and we have some more Sean and Lorelei interactions.

The week was moving too slow for Sean’s liking. He was eager to spend quality time with his soulmate, in a more social setting. The only thing that made the long week worthwhile, was that he had gotten his hands on the Coins of Zakynthos. As Sean got ready for bed, he kept the coins close to him. He could understand why many wanted them, the power he felt, like the could take over the world, rule it with Lorelei by his side, as his queen. Where she was meant to be.

He awoke sometime later, to hear faint cheering coming from outside. Sean got up, walking toward the balcony. As he stepped out, the cheering grew louder. A massive crowd was standing in the streets below, chanting his name. Some were waving flag bearing the lionhead from the Coins of Zakynthos. A smirk crossed Sean’s face as he looked at the crowd. Suddenly, he felt a hand come to rest on his arm; looking around he saw her, his soulmate, his queen. Lorelei, looking beautiful and pure in a white dress was looking up him in awe, her face full of love. She took his hand, faced the crowd and raised their arms. The crowd below went wild, pledging their support to their leaders.

Lorelei lowered their arms and began leading Sean inside, walking backwards as she looked at him. Her gaze seductive as she pulled him to her, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him down for a kiss. Sean wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer as he returned the kiss. Lorelei pulled back, breathing heavily as she undid his robe. Sean pulled away as well, letting the robe drop to the floor as Lorelei ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, moving her hand to the mark that showed they were meant to be. Soulmates. Sean took the opportunity to slip the straps of the dress she was wearing, off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. Lorelei grabbed his hand, pulling him along as she sat on the bed, crawling back, allowing him to hover over her and claim her as his own.

Sean woke with a start, glancing to side, disappointed to see that Lorelei was not beside him. It had been a dream. A dream of what the future could hold. Him, a King and Lorelei by his side, his beautiful Queen. Sean glanced at his phone, considering calling Lorelei, until he saw the time. No, he would let his soulmate sleep. He would call her later. For now, he would plan. Start taking the steps ensure his dream became a reality. And with the Coins of Zakynthos, it would happen.

Damn it. Sean had lost the coins. He had been assaulted in the parking garage of the precinct and the coins were taken. As frustrated as he was, he knew one part of the dream that would be a reality. His future with Lorelei. His beautiful little soulmate, the light to his darkness. She had called him, no doubt hearing about his attack from her brother. Lorelei had offered to put off their meeting, to give him time to recover from his concussion. Sean had assured her that he was fine. His week may have been awful, but he had been looking forward to this time with Lorelei and was not going to allow a concussion to force him to miss it.

Come Saturday, Sean found himself walking through the halls of Lorelei’s dormitory until he found himself outside her door. He knocked and heard her call out. A second later, she opened the door, her face lighting up when she saw it was him. She looked beautiful, her hair was out, soft waves framing her face. She was wearing black jeans and a form fitting green long-sleeved top.

“Sean, hey! How are you feeling?”

Sean couldn’t stop the smile from crossing his face. “Hello Lorelei, I’m fine. As I told you, it was a mild concussion.”

Lorelei returned the smile. “Please come in, I just have to put my shoes on.” She told him, turning around to find her shoes. “Now, what did I do with them?”

Sean stepped inside her room, closing the door behind him. He glanced around. It was a small studio style room. There was a double bed in one corner of the room, with a small sofa at the end. A long table on the wall opposite it, which appeared to function as both a tv stand and a desk. Beside that was a door, that appeared to lead to a bathroom and beside that was a kitchenette, with a half-size fridge, microwave, stovetop and sink. The room was light and airy, radiating warmth, much like Lorelei. He turned to see Lorelei bending over to pick up her shoes. Sean couldn’t help but allow his gaze to trail over her backside, which were encased in pair of black jeans. He quickly looked away when she straightened up and moved over to the sofa to put her boots on.

“So, what are todays plans?” Lorelei asked him, as she finished tightening up the laces.

Sean moved his gaze from the painting it had landed on, to look at Lorelei again. “Have you had a chance to visit Pittock Mansion yet? He asked.

“No, not yet. I’ve been wanting to.” Lorelei told him, to grab her jacket, where it was sitting over the end of the sofa. Sean quickly grabbed it, holding it open so Lorelei could slide into it. She blushed, her cheeks turning a beautiful shade of pink as she allowed him to help her into her jacket. “Thank you.” She said softly looking at him over her shoulder.

“You’re welcome.” He replied, as Lorelei zipped up the jacket. Sean continued outlining his plans for the day as she Lorelei grabbed a small backpack, a knit hat, and gloves. “I remember you mentioning you liked history. I thought you would appreciate the history behind the mansion.”

Lorelei smiled brightly. “Your thoughts were corrected. As I said, I’ve been wanting to see it.”

The pair headed outside and down to Sean’s car, keeping the conversation light. As they approached Sean’s car, he sped up slightly reaching the passenger door before Lorelei so he could open for her. A brief look of surprise crossed her face before was replaced by a smile as she slid into the car. After closing the door behind her, Sean sat in the driver’s seat, and they headed off.

“Have you lived in Portland long?” Lorelei asked him as they left the college.

Sean glanced at her. “Around sixteen years,” he replied. “I moved here in 1995 when I joined the academy.”

Lorelei nodded. “Wow, it has been a while.” She noted. “The longest I ever lived somewhere was Baltimore. We moved around a lot when I was younger but when I started college, Aunt Marie decided to settle in Baltimore until I finished.” Sean hummed, trying to both listen to Lorelei and navigate the traffic. “Where did you live before Portland?”

Sean let out a breath. “Much like yourself, I moved a lot when I was younger.” He told Lorelei. “I was born in Europe. My mother and I moved to the US when I was twelve.”

“Oh wow, Europe huh?” Lorelei commented. Sean hummed again. “I…” Lorelei trailed off as her phone let out a tone. “Excuse me.” She said, pulling it from her bag. Lorelei glanced at it briefly before returning her phone to her bag.

“Is it important?” Sean asked.

Lorelei shook her head. “Nah, its just Nick.” She told him. “I’ll reply later.”

“Does Nick know you are spending the day with me?” Sean enquired.

“Nope. I think he might get a little weird about me hanging out with his boss.” Lorelei replied.

Sean glanced at her again to see her watching the scenery pass by. They had left the city centre, the buildings becoming far and few between as more greenery emerged. “Do you think its weird?” he asked her.

Lorelei laughed. “No. I mean, you’re not my boss.” She stated.

Sean smiled. “No, I am not.” He agreed.

“Oh, the Japanese Gardens.” She said, seeing the sign for the turnoff. “I’m waiting until it gets warmer before checking those out.”

“I would suggest waiting. They are even more beautiful in the spring.” Sean told her. “It is one of my favourite places in Portland.”

“You’ll have to give me the tour then. Spring break starts at the end of March. If you are free, then?” Lorelei said, throwing another beautiful smile in his direction, one that caused his heart to skip a beat. Sean returned the smile before returning his gaze to the road. Her words filled him with a warm feeling. She was already making plans to spend more time together, months in advance.

“I will make time.” Sean told her, wishing he could reach across the console to hold her hand. He was afraid of scaring her off. He had to take things slowly.

Eventually they arrived at Pittock Mansion. Sean hurried around to again open the car door for Lorelei, who gave him that beautiful smile again. The one that was steadily taking his breath away. Together they walked towards the entrance of the sprawling mansion. Sean paid for their tickets and they began their tour. Sean filled Lorelei in on the history of the property while she admired the history surrounding her. In between the history lesson, Lorelei instigated a game of twenty questions. Sean discovered Lorelei’s favourite colour was green, her favourite food was Italian, she had been involved in musical theatre and martial arts, she could sing and play both the piano and guitar, her guilty pleasures were trashy romance novels and low budget horror movies, and that her favourite flowers were lilies.

After touring the mansion and its ground, Sean suggested they stop for lunch at an Italian restaurant a few blocks from Lorelei’s college. Once they arrived, the hostess led them to a table in the back. After taking their drink orders, the two were left alone to look over the menu. “Any suggestions?” Lorelei asked Sean.

“Their pappardelle mimmo is the best in the city.” He answered. “As is the aragosta.”

“Hmm, so many choices.” Lorelei said, looking over the menu.

By the time their waitress arrived with their drinks, they were ready to order. Appetizers included the arancini and burrata, while Sean ordered the pappardelle mimmo and Lorelei ordered the aragosta. Lorelei raised her eyebrows as Sean poured her a glass of wine. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” he said in a low voice as he shot her a smile. She returned it as she brought the glass to her nose, taking in the scent before she took a sip.

“Mmm, that is lovely.” Lorelei stated. “It beats the stuff I tried at the last party I went to. Nasty stuff.” She shook her head and Sean laughed.

“Ah yes. I had my fair share of awful booze during my college years.” He said. “Do you attend many parties?”

Lorelei shook her head. “Not really. I went to a few when I first arrived, but its not really my scene.”

The appetizers arrived and as they ate, Sean asked Lorelei about her future career plans. “I am hoping to get into research. It somewhat of a passion of mine.” Was her answer. “Although I do love what I am doing at Treeview. I actually have the opportunity to incorporate my work with my Masters research project.”

Sean raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you’re already making plans for that.”

Lorelei nodded. “Gail, my work supervisor, works for the college as well. She acts as supervisor for research projects for the Honours, Masters and the PhD programs.” Lorelei paused to take a bit of her food.

“What are you planning to do?” Sean asked, filling in the silence.

Once Lorelei had swallowed her food she answered, “Gail and I are still hashing it out, but there is a novel intervention that is being published in the literature. Food prescription programs. They typically target those with type 2 diabetes and are of lower socioeconomic status.” She paused again to take a sip of the wine. “The exact intervention can vary, but it can include providing vouchers or access to fresh produce. It aims to decrease obesity and other risk factors associated with non-communicable diseases, such as type 2 diabetes. Diet is a modifiable risk factor that can be targeted. We are exploring whether a food prescription program is something we could do in Portland.”

Sean swallowed his own food. “That sounds impressive.” He told Lorelei, who smiled at him.

“Thanks. I’ve been fascinated by the concept since I learnt about it.” She said. “Most programs are targeting those who already have some kind of diagnosis. I would like to target those who are pre-diabetic or are risk of developing cardiovascular diseases.”

“I hope it is some something you can do in Portland.”

“Yeah, me too. It is also a great way to address food insecurity. We still have some time. I can’t start my project for a couple more years, but Gail thinks we should start planning it now.”

Sean nodded. He didn’t know a lot about research but he had a feeling it involved a lot of planning. “I look forward to hearing more about it.” He told Lorelei, who blushed slightly.

“Sorry, I can nerd out a bit about this kind of stuff.” She said.

Sean laughed. “No need to apologise. It’s something you are passionate about. Feel free to ‘nerd out’ whenever you wish.”

After the appetizers and the main course, they decided to have desert. Lorelei was unsure, but Sean insisted on paying. She eventually gave in, once she saw the cannoli the table near them had ordered.

“These cannolis are amazing, but that tiramisu looks great.” Lorelei commented. Sean scooped up a spoonful and offered it to her. “Are you sure?” she asked and after Sean assured her, he was, she leant forward and took a bite. Sean found himself distracted, watching as her lips slid off the spoon his own lips had touched. “Wow, that is the best tiramisu I have ever had.”

“I agree.” Sean said, loading the spoon again, eager to get as close to kissing his soulmate as he would be able to get for a while. The tiramisu seemed to taste better after the second bite.

Once they finished desert, they decided to visit the nearby art museum to walk the meal off before Sean dropped Lorelei off at home. Lorelei had visited the museum before but expressed an interest in returning.

“And so, Aunt Marie returned home to find Nick tied to a chair in the living room, watching the TV while I was curled up on a bean bag under the kitchen table reading the book she had told me I was too young to read.” Lorelei was laughing at the memory.

Sean was laughing as well. “How old were you?” he asked. “And how old was Nick?”

“I think I was about five and Nick was about sixteen or seventeen.” She answered. “I was really determined to read that book in peace. I’m still surprised I managed to convince Nick to let me tie him up. He never trusted me to do something like that again.”

Sean continued chuckling. “I can’t say I’m surprised.” He voiced, shaking his head.

“In his defence, he didn’t think I could tie knots that well. I think it was the last time he underestimated me though.”

Sean just shook his head again. It was interesting listening to Lorelei speak about her relationship with Nick. Despite their age difference, they appeared to have a very close relationship. Sean couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He certainly didn’t have that type of relationship with his own brother. Eric, much like his mother the Queen, despised Sean’s existence.

“Are you ok?” Sean heard Lorelei ask. Sean’s feelings must have been reflected on his face, because Lorelei had turned away from the artwork she was admiring and placed her hand on his arm.

Sean shook his head slightly, bringing himself out of his head. “Ah yes. Just thinking about my own brother.”

Lorelei looked surprised. “Oh, you have a brother as well.”

“Yes. I have a half-brother. We do not get along, not like you and Nick.” He told her, trying to avoid providing anymore information. It could lead to more questions he wasn’t ready to answer yet.

Lorelei nodded in understanding. “I am lucky.” She acknowledged. “I knew a girl who had an older brother. Similar age difference to me and Nick. He pretty much ignored her existence. It used to bother her a lot.”

Again, Sean nodded. Lorelei seemed to realise there was a need for change in conversation. The conversation turned towards the artwork. The rest of their visit was filled with light conversation. It was almost closing time when they finally left, and Sean drove Lorelei back to campus.

“I do like living on campus, but I think next year I might try living off campus. More freedom. I really want to get a pet, and you can’t have pets in the dorms.” Lorelei explained, when Sean asked her if she would continue living in the dorms the following year.

“What type of pet were you looking at?”

“I would love to get a dog, but I am so busy right now, I just wouldn’t be able to give it the attention it would need. So, I will probably start with a cat.” Lorelei answered, as Sean parked in front of her dorm building.

“Cats are pretty self-sufficient from what I’ve heard.” He said, turning off the ignition.

Lorelei smiled. “Yeah, that’s what appeals about them.” She told him, before shrugging. “But that won’t be until the summer when I move out of the dorms.” Lorelei glanced toward the front of the building. “Well, this looks like my stop.” She looked back at Sean. “Thank you. I had a great day. You are a great tour guide.”

Sean smiled down at her, feeling disappointed that their time together was coming to an end. “You are most welcome. It was a great day. And, Portland is a big city. Plenty more to see.” He said, hoping she would pick up the meaning behind his words.

She seemed to have read between the lines. “Well, let me know when you are available next. You have my number.”

Sean nodded. There was a moment of silence, and Sean could have sworn he saw Lorelei’s eyes drift to his lips. Before he could do anything, Lorelei shift to open the door. “Thanks again Sean. I’ll see you later. Have a good night.”

And with that, she was gone, walking towards the entrance of the building. She paused, glancing over her shoulder towards Sean. She gave him a wave before finally entering the building. Sean watched the entrance for a moment, before starting the ignition and pulling out. Kicking himself for not making a move.

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the-hinky-panda · 1 year ago

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The Drowning Kind: Part III

Sean rarely sleeps. His secrets, his plans, always keep his mind in constant motion. Examining all sides of the task at hand, making uneasy alliances with untrustworthy people makes sleeping a luxury. Closing his eyes, being vulnerable, have given him multiple nights of insomnia.

But not with you.

The first time the two of you spent the night together, curled up together on the river bank, under a blanket he stashed in the kayak, he was shocked to discover that he had fallen asleep. The stars that he had been staring up at had mostly disappeared, fading away in the early morning light. You, however, were still curled against him, head on his chest, still sleeping soundly. Your ribcage moved under his hand with each breath you took and he realized immediately that he loved you. He would do anything to keep you safe, keep you near him, this little slice of peace and authenticity.

That was two weeks ago.

He’s only missed seeing you three nights during that time. He hates to admit this but he’s getting used to sleeping a few hours each night now and finding it harder and harder to do so when you’re not in his arms. Last night was no different, in fact, even more so now that you fixed up this fishing shack and dragged a futon in here. It’s the first time the two of you have slept in anything resembling a bed and even though he can still feel the steel bars digging into his back, he doesn’t want to move a muscle.

He feels you start to wake up, little shifting movements in an effort to squeeze yourself closer to him. He does move this time, turning slightly so he can run both his hands over your bare skin and bury his nose where your neck and shoulder meet. He can feel you smile, your cheek pressing against his ear as you run your fingers through his hair.

“Good morning.”

He hums in response, pressing kisses along the column of your neck. The scent of jasmine and eucalyptus, your scent, fills his nose and he wants nothing more than to carry it with him for the rest of the day. He’s used to keeping secrets but he’s growing tired of keeping this one. The world he sees is nothing but violence and bloodshed. This love has to be hidden and every day that passes, the more that secrecy feels like the real crime.

Your back arches when he draws one of your nipples into his mouth. Your blunt fingernails dig into his scalp when he drags his tongue over the hardening nub. A moan is ripped from your throat when his teeth graze over it.

“Fuck, Sean.”

He slips a hand between your legs and finds you already soaking wet, his fingers sliding easily inside of you. He wonders if he’ll ever get tired of this, of you. His track record has always been spotty at best. Relationships pursued to kill time, boredom, or to create alliances. But then you walked into his life and turned everything on its head. He’s felt a want, a need, that he’s never felt before. You can’t go a day without the water, and he can’t go a day without you. It should put the fear of God into him, having something with such power over him, but it doesn’t. There’s an odd comfort in it actually.

Your hand wraps around his already hard cock, a steady pressure and stroke. Now it’s his turn to moan.

“Please, Sean.”

As if he could deny you anything. He slides his fingers out of you, pulling your leg over his hip. He captures your mouth with his as he enters you, swallowing down your moan. The noises you make, the intensity of your hold on his shoulders, arms, and back lead him to believe that no one ever loved you like this. That this is just as new a sensation to you as it is to him. This is the moment that he realizes you love him. The realization is enough to halt his movements, to stop time long enough for you to release your grip on his shoulders. You end up holding his face gently in his hands, your pupils still wide and black.

“What’s wrong?” Your voice is breathy, desire drenched but there’s concern bleeding through. Color starts to seep back into your eyes and worry creases your forehead. “Sean?”

“I love you.” He chokes on the words, this barbed-wire secret that feels like it rips his throat when he speaks it outloud. It’s admitting his greatest weakness and he’s never been comfortable with that. But it’s out there now, handing in the air between you and it seems far more intimate than being buried inside you. He’s shown you his heart.

Your smile is relieved, beautiful. “I love you, too.”

And that is Sean Renard’s biggest, most damaging secret he has: he’s fallen in love.

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mikaela-granger · 6 months ago

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The Long Wait (Season 2) Chapter 13

Mr Sandman

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

The Long Wait Masterlist

A/N: A strange wesen is in town, well stranger than normal.

A few days after Sean stopped by, Lorelei, Nick, Hank, Rosalee and Monroe met at Monroe’s place for dinner to discuss the recent developments. Nick had confirmed that Sean was wesen.

“I can’t believe our captain is a hexenbiest.” Hank commented

“Well, technically, he’s a zauberbiest, being male.” Rosalee told him. “But I never heard of either being Royal. Somethings not adding up here.”

“I’ll tell you what’s not adding up, is a captain in the Portland police department is at least part hexenbiest, has Royal blood, and woke Juliette up from her coma with a kiss. Wait a minute, do we know who his parents are?”

“I don’t.” Nick said.

“Me neither.” Hank added.

“I know that his mother is the hexenbiest. And his father is King Frederick of the House of Kronenberg. At least, according to Adalind.” Lorelei told them.

“Right, cause we can trust anything she says.” Monroe said. “But if it is true than…”

“He wouldn’t be fully accepted as a member of the Royal family.” Rosalee said, and Lorelei felt her heart go out to Sean. She knew he didn’t have a good relationship with his half-brother, he had never mentioned anything about his father or the rest of his family. “It might be why he is so interested in you two.” She directed this towards Nick and Lorelei. “If he has you two working for him, it could give him a big advantage over his family.”

“That’s probably why he gave you the key back” Monroe said with a mouth full of food.

“Yeah.” Hank said, agreeing with Monroe. “He wants you guys on his side.”

“But who’s side is he on?” Nick asked.

“And how many sides does he have?” Monroe added.

“That’s what we need to find out.”

“Either way, he’s got some big hairy plans.” Monroe said as got up. “Anyone want some more…?” He cut himself off when he saw the others holding out their wine glasses for a refill. “I’ll take that as a yes. Lorelei, you sure you don’t want any. You’re never one to turn down a glass of wine.”

Lorelei shook her head. “I’m sure. I’m still not feeling too well.”

Nick looked at her in concern. “Still? What did the doctor say?”

Lorelei shrugged. “Probably just the flu. Just told me to take it easy.”

Nick seemed to accept that; however, Lorelei saw Rosalee watching her intently from across the table. Lorelei glanced down at her plate, avoiding the older woman’s gaze. She knew about Lorelei’s interactions with Sean earlier in the year, however Lorelei had never updated her on the change in relationship status. Hopefully she wouldn’t work things out before Lorelei was ready to tell everyone.

A couple of days later, Lorelei was with Nick and Monroe at the trailer. Nick had a weird case, that may be wesen related. They were looking through the books, trying to see if anything jumped out at them. At one point, they heard someone approaching the trailer, which put them on alert. Thankfully it was Hank.

“Sorry I’m late.” He said, handing out the coffees he had brought with him.

“It’s ok. It looks like we found something.” Nick told him, gesturing to the book Monroe had in front of him. He and Hank joined Monroe and Lorelei by the table.

“It’s called a Jinnamuru Xunte.” Monroe said, struggling with the name.

“Alright, so what are we dealing with now?”

“Let’s see, departed London April 16, 1905, arrived Kenya May 20th.” Monroe said, reading from the book. “My third trip to the interior where I encountered one of the most fiendish wesen known on the dark continent. It took me fourteen days, but I finally captured the beast who has been terrorising villagers. He blinds the innocent, feeding off their tears like an opium addict. The tribesmen call him, uh, a jinnamuru xunte, which roughly translates as tear stealing evil spirit, which I find ironic since until recently he was the local parish priest.” Monroe looked up at the others in surprise. “Ok, so confession, right? Guilt, sin, remorse. That’s perfect for tears. It’s like a jinnamuru xunte smorgasbord of grief.” Monroe told them, before returning to the book. “When I removed his brain from his severed head, I discovered it was swollen, blackish, and crawling with vile red worms. Alright, anyone want to take over here?”

“I got it.” Lorelei told him, sliding the book towards her. “Jinnamuru xunte will often revisit his victims, targeting their family members whose tears are readily available.”

“So, he returns to feed off the grief he’s caused by blinding his victims.” Hank said, as Nick’s phone rang.

Hank and Nick headed off to check in on the surviving victim. The call had been from the ME who advised Nick that it was the same parasites they found in the first victim, and they were growing. Lorelei and Monroe headed to the spice shop to see if there was, anyway, they could help the second victim.

“He should have been here by now.” Monroe said, referring to Nick as he paced back and forth. “I mean, he should have been here by now!”

“He’ll be here.” Lorelei told him. “Probably just caught up.”

“This is very nasty. These parasitic worms have barbs that hook into the eyes, making them impossible to wash out.” Rosalee said, looking down at the book in front of her.

“Are you sure you’re looking at the right book?” Monroe asked her, standing beside her to look at the page. “Oy, god. What are we supposed to do?”

“I will find something.” Rosalee assured him, getting up to look at the shelves. “By the way, I was with Juliette last night.”

Lorelei and Monroe stared at her. “What?” Monroe asked.

“She’s like…having sort of hallucinations.”

“From the stuff we gave her?” Lorelei asked.

“I guess.” Rosalee replied and Monroe groaned. Before he could say anything, the door opened, and Hank came in carrying Nick. It looked as if their wesen had gotten him. Monroe was fretting as they bought him into the side room and laid him down.

“Look, we’ve been working on this for a while and the only thing that we’ve been able to figure out for sure is these worms, ok, they have barbs that actually hook into your eyeball.”

“Monroe.” Rosalee shouted at him.

“What? I’m telling him. It’s better to know.” Monroe defended himself. “I’d want to know, I think, I don’t know, maybe I wouldn’t. I’ll shut up.” He said, as Lorelei gave him a dirty look.

“Ok, we have to keep his eyes open. The worms thrive in the dark. Light slows them down.” Rosalee instructed, as she continued reading.

Hank instructed Nick to open his eyes, and Nick confirmed that he could not see anything at all. Rosalee joined them, and they were all surprised that Nick seemed to realise it was her. They set up a lamp in front of Nick. Hank took Lorelei and Monroe aside, telling them that previous victim no longer had any eyes left.

“I think Rosalee found something.” Nick commented from his spot on the loveseat.

“What are you talking about man? How do you know what…”

“Lorelei, Hank, Monroe. Can you come in here please?” Rosalee called out from the other room.

Weird looks were exchanged before they joined Rosalee in the main room. “There is a cure.” She told them quietly.

“Oh, thank god.” Hank said.

“But we have to pull his eye out.”

“Pull his eye out! How is that a cure?” Monroe asked.

“No, no, not Nick’s eye. The eye of the jinnamuru xunte.”

“Oh.”

“It’s like a vaccine. We need the antibodies that only the host carries. That’s why he’s not blind.”

“Ok, so…how are we supposed to pull out on of this guy’s eyes?”

“With a spoon.” Rosalee answered, showing them the image in the book. Monroe groaned in disgust.

“Are we supposed to do this while he is still alive?” Lorelei asked.

“Yes, and he has to be in full form.”

“Full woge!”

“How much?” Came Nick’s voice from behind them, they turned and saw him leaning against the door. “How much time do we have before these, worms finish their meal?”

Rosalee got up and rushed over to him. “The next three to four hours are crucial. After that, it’s too late” She told him honestly. She started to lead him back to the loveseat. “Ok, so we need you lying down and looking directly into the light. That is the only way we are going to slow this thing down.”

Lorelei, Rosalee, and Monroe worked on the potion needed to save Nick’s eyesight, while Hank waited to hear if Wu had managed to track the jinnamura xunte down. Lorelei kept glancing at her brother, looking so helpless. He couldn’t seem to catch a break. Hank received a call, and thanks to the information received Nick was able to work out where the jinnamura xunte was going. He was going after the sister of the second victim. The five of them packed up and headed off. They waited in the car, as Hank walked to the front door to check things out. Nick commented that it sounded like the jinnamura xunte was already in the house.

Eventually, after a fight between Lorelei, Nick and the jinnamura xunte, they managed to get its eyes. Nick’s eyesight was saved, and he seemed to walk away from the encounter with enhanced hearing.

The next evening, Lorelei found herself laying on her bed, looking at the sonogram photo she had received from the OBGYN. It still didn’t seem real that she was pregnant. Lorelei had never given it a lot of thought before. She was only nineteen, almost twenty, how many people her age were thinking about having babies. Lorelei would have to start planning what to buy, how she was going to juggle a baby on top of work and school, would she need to take time off school and work when the baby was born. The OBGYN had said based on her last period, she was due sometime in early November. However, Lorelei knew this was more of a guesstimate. The baby could come sooner or later than that. Based on some of her research, Lorelei saw that people usually waited until twelve weeks had passed before sharing news of their pregnancy with others. That gave Lorelei about six weeks to figure out how to tell both her brother and Sean. It also gave Lorelei some more time to figure out how she was going to do this.

A/N: Another shorter chapter. It was a little hard to incorporate Lorelei into this one. Sorry I didn’t really give you much in regard to the fight between Lorelei, Nick, and the jinnamura xunte. I was drawing a blank. No matter what I wrote, it was not good.

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The Long Wait (Season 4) Chapter 3

Octopus Head

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

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A/N: Sean and Lorelei begin their road to recovery.

***Elizabeth’s POV***

The past twenty-four hours had been a rollercoaster of emotions for Elizabeth Lascelles. As she waited for the car to take her to the airport, she had been excited at the prospect of seeing her only son for the first time in over a decade and meeting her daughter-in-law and granddaughter in person for the first time. They were not expecting her to arrive so soon, however after she found out that her granddaughter had been born prematurely, Elizabeth had rearranged her plans to arrive sooner. Then she had received a call from Lorelei’s phone. Answering it, she had found out it was not her daughter-in-law, rather a Detective Hank Griffin, a man who worked under her son in the Portland Police Department. Through him, she had found out her son had been shot and was on deaths door. The pain she had experienced at the thought of her son dying was unlike any she had experienced before. After obtaining one last item to add to her luggage, Elizabeth had gotten into the waiting car and headed to the airport.

The trip was wrought with worry and fear. For her son, for her granddaughter, and for her daughter-in-law. Elizabeth knew the pain of losing one’s soulmate, and it was not something she wanted her daughter-in-law to experience. Lorelei seemed to be a wonderful woman, perfect for her son. Despite being a Grimm, Elizabeth had been eager to meet the woman who had made her son so happy. And now, if Elizabeth did not arrive in time, the sweet girl would experience the pain Elizabeth was only too familiar with. It had been almost five decades since she lost her beloved, and she still felt that pain every day. Furthermore, Elizabeth had been concerned about the physical impact Sean’s potential death could have on Lorelei, who had already been weakened during her pregnancy. It was rare, but there were some soulmates with a connection so strong that the death of one could lead to the death of the other. If children were involved, the other did live however it was a half-life. Elizabeth had a strong feeling that Sean and Lorelei’s connection was that strong.

Elizabeth had her driver drop her at the hospital. Walking speedily through the hospital, she had arrived at her son’s room, just as he was dying. Freezing the doctors in the room, Elizabeth had rushed forward, acting speedily to return her son to the land of the living. After she had recovered, made sure her son was alright, Elizabeth had gone looking for her daughter-in-law and granddaughter. She knew they were close by, having called Lorelei’s phone as soon as she arrived in Portland. A woman, identifying herself as Angela, a friend of Lorelei’s had informed her that Lorelei was unwell herself. Admitted the evening before, it seemed the issues that had plagued Lorelei throughout her pregnancy had followed her into the postpartum period.

When Elizabeth had asked a nurse about Lorelei, a look of recognition crossed her face, and she had led Elizabeth to a room down the hall from Sean’s. She spotted an older woman pacing the hall outside, a tiny baby in her arms. As Elizabeth arrived at the room, a doctor stepped out and addressed the other woman.

“She seems to be stable for now. I’m not exactly sure of the cause, but her heart stopped. We were able to restart it. We are still waiting on the results of the tests we did earlier and will be conducting more to determine what is going on.”

The nurse leading Elizabeth addressed the doctor, introducing Elizabeth as Lorelei’s mother-in-law. The woman, she later found out was Angela, looked at her cautiously. Elizabeth could tell she was wesen. It seemed most of Lorelei and her brother’s friends were wesen from what she had been told. The doctor informed both women that Lorelei was conscious, if not very fatigued and disorientated. After checking on Lorelei, Elizabeth was able to hold her granddaughter for the first time. As she looked down at her precious little Olivia, she felt a love she had not felt before. She was a grandmother.

Elizabeth had sent Angela home, thanking her for looking out for Lorelei and Olivia, but she was here now and would take care of her family. Once the other woman had left, Elizabeth had approached Lorelei. She reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. Lorelei’s eyes fluttered open. “Elizabeth?”

Elizabeth smiled at her. “Yes. I am here now. All will be well.”

Tears filled her eyes. “Sean?”

“He is alive. And he will be staying that way. Now, rest my darling.” She said, gently stroking her hair before placing a kiss on her forehead.

Lorelei’s eyes fluttered closed and she fell into a more peaceful sleep. Satisfied that her daughter-in-law would be safe for now, and after informing the nurse where to find her, Elizabeth returned to her son’s room.

***Sean’s POV***

Everything hurts. Was the first thing Sean thought as he drifted back into consciousness. Where are Lorelei and Olivia? Are they safe? Were his next thoughts.

As he opened his eyes, he realised that he was in a hospital room. Glancing around, his eyes fell on a familiar back, golden hair bathed in the light from the window. It hadn’t been a dream. His mother was really here. “You’re really here.” He commented, his voice thick.

She slowly turned around, a relieved smile crossing her face as she stepped towards him. Sean’s gaze moved down to the little bundle in her arms. The smile on his face widened. “Olivia.” He breathed, happy to see his youngest daughter safe and well. His smile dropped slightly, realising someone was missing. “Where’s Lorelei?”

His mother reached out, gently smoothing his hair with her free hand. “Having a much-needed rest, while I bond with my granddaughter.” She told him softly.

“Is she ok?”

His mother nodded. “Now that she knows you are doing to be alright.”

Sean nodded. He sighed. “I wasn’t sure if it was a dream. You being here.” He hadn’t seen his mother for well over a decade. It was wonderful to see her in person again.

“I’m just glad I made it in time.” She said, her hand coming to cup his cheek.

Sean felt tears prickle his eyes as he called how he ended up here. “I was dead.” He said quietly.

“For a moment.” He had died. Almost leaving his soulmate and child behind forever.

“I suppose that’s the second time you’ve given me life.”

His mother’s smile widened. “It hurt a lot more the first time.” She told him. He returned her smile. “Who did this to you?”

Sean swallowed before answering. “Weston Steward.” He took in a breath, feeling pain in his chest. “A hundjager working with the Royal Family.”

“The family again. Will they never leave us alone?”

“No.” Sean told her, feeling angry. It had been over forty years, and they were still coming after them. And now Sean had dragged his soulmate and children into it.

“I would like very much to meet this, Weston Steward.”

A thought occurred to Sean. “I just remembered, I was supposed to give something very important to Nick Burkhardt. He’s Lorelei’s brother, the other Grimm I told you about.” Sean tried to sit up. “I need to speak to him.”

His mother gently pushed him back down. “You are not doing anything, except getting better.” She told him.

“You don’t understand. Adalind was with him.” He said looking up at her.

“Adalind, Catherine’s daughter?”

“Yes. She used the Verfluchte Zwillingsschwester.” Her eyes widened slightly. “There’s also one more thing, there is another child, a girl.”

She looked at him in confusion. “Who’s child?”

“Adalinds…and mine.”

His mothers eyes widened again, before a small smile crossed her face. “So, I have two granddaughters?” She said, glancing down at the one in her arms before looking back at him.

“Not that you look like a grandmother.” He said smiling, although he wondered what his mother’s reaction would be when she heard that not only was her eldest granddaughter conceived as a result of him being unfaithful to his soulmate, but that she would not be able to meet her.

His mother chuckled. “When do I get to see my eldest granddaughter?”

The smile disappeared from his face. He sighed. “It’s complicated.”

That particular conversation with his mother was uncomfortable. Telling her about his unfaithfulness and then giving away Diana. Regarding his unfaithful behaviour towards his soulmate, this was only the second time he had verbalised his actions. His mother had been extremely surprised to hear that he had cheated on Lorelei with Adalind. And had admonished him about it. Even though this was her first time meeting Lorelei in person, over the past few months, he knew his mother had come to adore his soulmate, as much as he did. Describing giving up Diana; this was also one of the only times had had talked about it. He told his mother the same story he and the others had told Adalind and Lorelei. However, his mother didn’t seem to believe it.

“If I hadn’t of given her to Viktor, he would have killed me... and you. ” Sean explained to her. By now, he felt well enough to be seated. His youngest daughter in his arms.

His mother looked sceptical. “So, you had no choice but to give my eldest granddaughter to the Royals?” He looked down, avoiding her gaze. “I know you better than that. You wouldn’t have given her to Viktor but giving her to the Resistance…wouldn’t have guaranteed her safety, either.” He looked back up at her. “However, it would be advantageous if the Royals thought the Resistance had her.” A smile crossed her face. “Are you gonna tell me where she really is?”

Sean sighed. “I don’t know.” He admitted. “But she’s with someone who owes allegiance to no one.”

They were interrupted by a knock at the door, and a nurse stepped in. “Sorry to interrupt. But Lorelei is awake and insisting on seeing her soulmate and daughter. She is becoming quite agitated and trying to get out of bed.”

His mother sighed. “Is she well enough to be brought down here?” She asked the nurse. Sean looked at her in surprise. Well enough? Sean thought Lorelei was simply resting, was something wrong?

“She is stable, and I suppose as long as she doesn’t walk. But I might check with the doctor.”

“You do that.”

As the nurse left, Sean returned his attention to his mother. “What’s going? What does the nurse mean by stable? I thought you said she was resting.”

“She is resting. However, from what I’ve ascertained, Lorelei was admitted last night due to high blood pressure.” She told him slowly; he went to speak but she stopped him. “Your Detective Griffin seems to have arranged for her to be admitted on this floor. The doctors have been running tests all day. From what I’ve been told they suspect it is postpartum preeclampsia that has…led to complications.”

Sean and Lorelei had been warned about postpartum preeclampsia. Although Lorelei’s blood pressure had significantly dropped, she was still being treated for high blood pressure. They were told to keep an eye out for a return of preeclampsia symptoms. However, Lorelei had been fine; better than she had felt in weeks. “What kind of complications?” He asked suspiciously, holding his daughter closer to his body.

Mother sighed. “From what I have been told, preliminary tests indicate some form of cardiomyopathy and fluid in her lungs. They are concerned about her heart.”

Sean stared at his mother. “I have a feeling there is something else you aren’t telling me.”

She sighed again. “I was informed that…around the same time that you…died.” She let out a steadying breath. “Lorelei’s heart stopped.” She held up her hand to stop him from talking. “They got it started again. For now, they have her on oxygen, medication to control her blood pressure and some other medications.”

Sean swallowed thickly, as tears once again prickled his eyes. He glanced down at Olivia. His daughter could have lost both her parents in one day, effectively becoming an orphan. What if he had survived and Lorelei hadn’t? How would he have lived without her? At that moment there was a knock on the door, and a nurse entered pushing Lorelei in a wheelchair. Although Lorelei was pale, with a nasal cannula and leads and cords attached to her, Sean felt relief when he saw her, glad that she appeared well enough to at least be out of bed. He saw similar relief reflected in her eyes.

“Sean.” His soulmate said, her voice a little breathless. The nurse pushed the wheelchair as close to him as possible and locked the wheels before slipping out of the room. His mother took Olivia from his arms and mentioned something about giving them some time alone before also leaving. Sean reached his hand out to Lorelei, and she grabbed it tightly, bringing it to her lips. “I’m so glad you’re ok.” She said, her beautiful eyes filled with tears. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

Sean swallowed again as a lump formed in his throat. “I’m not going anywhere. You are stuck with me.” Lorelei gave a tearful laugh. Their hands were intertwined on the bed, and she had moved to rest her cheek on them. “Mother told me you weren’t well. What happened?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been fine all week. And then, I wasn’t. I don’t really know what’s going on. Everything is a blur. The doctors are worried about my heart and my lungs.” She said, looking up at him from where her head was resting.

God, he wanted her in his arms. But right now, that wasn’t an option. All he could do was squeeze her hand. From the look in her eyes, she felt the same way. Her next words did shock him somewhat. “I want to get married. The sooner, the better. Even if it’s a ceremony at City Hall. Preferably before your mother leaves.”

“Are you sure?”

Lorelei nodded, sitting up. “I am. I just want to be your wife.”

Sean’s chest and throat tightened again; this time due to the love he felt for the woman before him. He squeezed her hand. “Ok. But not City Hall. You deserve a beautiful ceremony with your family. It doesn’t have to be big. Something small.”

His mother returned shortly after and was ecstatic when she heard they had plans to get married almost immediately after they were discharged from hospital. She was looking forward to planning. Sean made her promise that she would not go overboard. Sean’s doctor arrived, marvelling at how quickly Sean seemed to be recovering. Considering he had died. Just as Sean’s doctor was leaving, Lorelei’s arrived.

“Hello Lorelei. How are you feeling?”

Lorelei shrugged. “Much better than I felt earlier. Have you figured out what is wrong with me?”

The doctor nodded. “I have. Looking at your test results and after consulting with cardiology, pulmonology, and obstetrics, we have reached a diagnosis. Postpartum preeclampsia, which I am sure you are already familiar with. You also have peripartum cardiomyopathy or PPCM and cardiogenic pulmonary edema.”

“And what exactly are they? Are they treatable?” Sean asked, squeezing Lorelei’s hand.

“Both conditions are treatable with high rates of recovery. Especially since we caught them so early.” The doctor advised them. “PPCM is an uncommon form of heart failure that can occur in late pregnancy or post-delivery. It is typically diagnosed when no other cause of heart failure can be found. Think of it as heart muscle weakness. However, many can recover normal heart function within the first three to six months of treatment.”

“Ok.” Lorelei said slowly, mulling over the information. “And the pulmonary edema?”

“Pulmonary edema is caused when there is too much fluid in the lungs and in most cases can be caused by heart problems. Which appears to be true in your case.

“But she’ll recover?” Mother asked, looking concerned.

“She will. Her oxygen levels have greatly increased thanks to the nasal cannula. Now, she won’t be completely well by the end of the week. It will take some time, and quite the cocktail of medications, but there is no reason to believe she won’t.”

“Will this impact my ability to have children in the future?”

Sean looked at her in surprise. “Planning more children already?”

Lorelei looked at him. “Well, you aren’t getting any younger.” She said with a shit eating grin.

Sean rolled his eyes before looking back at the doctor expectantly. “Well, I would hold off on trying for a while. Your body needs to recover from the pregnancy, c-section and your more recent diagnoses. I’d recommend at least a year and discuss it with your doctors before trying.”

Lorelei nodded. “Ok. And when can I go home?”

The doctor laughed. “How about we wait a few days and see how your doing? And then we can evaluate going home.”

After her doctor left, Sean could see Lorelei’s energy was wavering, so he insisted she returned to her room to rest. His mother suggested they keep Olivia with them for the time being and she would return her to Lorelei’s room before she left. Lorelei agreed and the nurse returned her to her room.

Sean sighed. Although he was tired himself, he was concerned about Lorelei. He would always be concerned about Lorelei. “You heard the doctor. She will recover.”

“I know.” He said with another sigh. His mother gave his arm a squeeze.

Sometime close to 8pm, as his mother was returning Olivia to Lorelei before she left, Nick and Hank arrived to check up on both Lorelei and himself. “Hey Captain.” Hank said as they entered the room.

He smiled at them. “It’s good to see you guys.”

“You too.” Nick told him. Sean noticed that the older Grimm, his future brother-in-law, was a little melancholy.

“You’re looking pretty good for a guy who’s been through what you’ve been through.” Hank commented.

“How are you feeling?” Nick asked.

Sean cleared his throat. “Better than I was.” He looked at Nick. “Listen, Nick, did you get what I brought to your house for you?”

Nick shook his head. “No. It’s gone.” Sean stared at him. Nick let out a breath. “I’m not a Grimm anymore.”

Sean sighed, briefly closing his eyes before returning his gaze to Nick. “Oh Nick. I’m sorry…I…I tried.”

“I know. We can talk about this when you’re feeling a little stronger.”

“I should have known what Adalind was up to.” Sean sighed again. “I’m just glad Trubel knew how to handle a machete. I owe her.”

Nick nodded. “Well. I’m just glad you’re still here.” And Sean could tell that he did mean it.

“So am I.” The three of them looked to the door, where his mother had just entered.

“Detectives Burkhardt and Griffin, this is Elizabeth Lascelles. My mother.”

The surprise on his detectives’ faces was not well hidden. Sean did find it somewhat amusing. “Oh.” Hank said after a moment.

“Hi.” Nick added. No doubt he realised he was facing another hexenbiest.

“She’s had a lot of work done.” He told them, trying to fight off the smirk.

“You must be Lorelei’s brother. She speaks highly of you.” Mother told Nick. “I was just in with her and Olivia, if you were looking to visit with them. Lorelei was just starting to feed Olivia.”

He nodded. “I am. We were actually going to stop in on her next.” Nick said, glancing at Sean. “How is she?”

Sean sighed. “Better than she was earlier.”

“Did the doctors figure out what was wrong? Is it that preeclampsia thing?” Hank asked.

“Among other things. Her conditions are treatable and recoverable, but it will take time.” Sean told them.

“Conditions?” Hank queried, looking concerned.

Sean nodded. “Peripartum cardiomyopathy and cardiogenic pulmonary edema.”

“And what does that mean?” Nick asked slowly.

“Basically, heart muscle weakness and fluid on the lungs.” Sean summed up; he’d leave it to Lorelei to explain it if they had more questions. “But with time and medication, she should make a full recovery.”

***Lorelei’s POV***

“Knock knock.”

Lorelei looked up to see her brother and Hank entering her hospital room. “Hey guys. What brings you to my neck of the wood?”

“Just checking in on you. And the Captain. You are looking a lot better.” Hank said, as he stood at the end of her bed. Nick coming to stand beside her.

“I am feeling better. Still like crap. But definitely better.” She said, smiling up at them.

“Renard…uh, Sean was giving us a run down what the doctors said is wrong.” Nick told her. Hmm, Nick had never referred to Sean by his first name before. Guess Sean almost dying was bringing her brother around. “How are you feeling about that?”

Lorelei shrugged. “Not much I can do about it. It does mean I’ll still have healing to do after my c-section is all healed. So, that means I’m still going to have to take it easy. Apart from research, I won’t be able to help you out with anything wesen related for quite some time.”

As she was looking down at Olivia, she missed the look exchanged between the men. “Don’t worry about that. Just focus on you and the baby. We’ll survive.” Nick said.

“I do have some other news though.” Lorelei told them. “Sean and I will probably be getting married quite soon. After everything, I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Hank raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? When are you gonna do that?”

Lorelei shrugged. “Not sure. Probably after Monroe and Rosalee get back from their honeymoon.” Again, a look was exchanged between the men, but Lorelei didn’t notice.

“Well, I look forward to it. Let us know and we’ll be there.”

A/N: I did move the conversation between Sean and Elizabeth about Diana to this chapter. In the series, in was in episode 3, about a day after Sean woke up. Which makes no sense, as why would he wait so long before telling her. So, I moved it here. Also, because of everything she went through, Lorelei’s kind of forgotten that Nick lost his powers. She won’t be in the dark for long.

Finally, Sean and Lorelei will be getting married in Chapter 8. If any one has any ideas for their vows, please comment along with a name for their celebrant.

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The Long Wait (Season 3) Chapter 27

Nobody Knows The Trubel I’ve Seen (Sean & Adalind’s POV)

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

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A/N: Sean and Adalind struggle with the aftermath of what Sean did. Meanwhile, Lorelei’s health worsens.

***Sean’s POV***

It was the right thing to do. That was what Sean kept telling himself. Giving away his eldest daughter would go down as one of the hardest things he ever had to do. But if he hadn’t of let her go, then Viktor would have killed him, Adalind, his mother, and who knows who else, and then been free to take Diana, Lorelei and his youngest. Diana was safe. That was all that mattered. Sean stepped out of the shower, dried himself off and returned to the bedroom to get ready for work. His gaze fell on Lorelei’s sleeping figure. What would she think when she found out what they had done? She wouldn’t have agreed. It was why they kept her in the dark.

Sean had just finished getting dressed when Lorelei woke up. “What the hell?” She mumbled, sitting up as she looked around. “Sean?”

Sean hurried to her side, sitting on the bed beside her. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

Lorelei looked around in confusion. “Uh, I’m ok. When did we get home?”

“Last night. I picked you up from Monroe and Rosalee’s. You were exhausted.” Sean told her. “You don’t remember.”

Lorelei shook her head. “No.” She then gasped. “Where are Diana and Adalind? Are they ok?” Sean looked down for a moment, unable to hide the pain from his face. “Oh no. What happened? Are they alive?”

Sean let out a shaky breath before nodding. “They are both alive. But…the Royals have Diana.”

“Oh Sean, I’m so sorry. What about Adalind? Where is she?”

Sean shook his head. “I don’t know. She took off.”

“God. I can’t imagine what she’s going through.” Lorelei said softly. She glanced down, noticing that Sean was dressed for work. “Surely you can take the day off?”

Sean shook his head again. “I need something to take my mind off it. Will you be ok by yourself?”

Lorelei nodded. “I’ll fine. But I want you to know that I am here for you. Anything you need.”

Sean cupped her face, pressing a heated kiss to her lips which she returned. He pulled away and pressed his forehead against hers. “All I need is for you to be safe.”

“And I will be. I’ll see you tonight. I love you.”

Sean pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “I love you.”

As Sean headed down to his car, he felt the guilt gnawing at him. Guilt about Diana. Guilt about Adalind. Guilt about lying to Lorelei. And guilt about what they did to ensure Lorelei didn’t intervene in their plan. Rosalee had assured him it was safe, with minimal impact on Lorelei and the baby.

***Flashback***

Sean pulled up in front of Monroe and Rosalee’s house. He turned the car off and just sat there. “You ok man?” A voice asked from the passenger seat.

Sean glanced over to see Monroe looking at him, sympathetically. Sean sighed. “I really don’t know.”

Monroe nodded in understanding. “You know, it’s getting late. You and Lorelei are welcome to stay the night.”

“Thank you for the offer. But I think it’s best we head home.”

The men exited the vehicle and headed into the house. “How did it go?” Rosalee asked, meeting them at the bottom of the stairs.

“It worked.” Sean replied. “How’s Lorelei?”

“She woke up for a bit not long after Adalind was picked up. And she’s been sleeping most of the afternoon. She’s awake now, but very groggy. Her blood pressure is, well, normal for her at the moment. And baby Olivia is pretty active. It seems that the valerian root hasn’t impacted them too badly.”

Sean let out a sigh of relief. He hated the idea of sedating his pregnant soulmate, but the group had decided it was the only way to ensure she didn’t interfere with their plan. There was no way in hell she would have allowed Diana and Adalind to be separated. It would have only caused her distress.

“Is she alright to be moved? I want to take her home.”

Rosalee went to open her mouth, however her eyes darted behind him for a moment. “Uh, yeah she’s fine to be moved. You might need to carry her though.”

Before Sean headed upstairs, Rosalee asked him. “What are you going to tell her?”

He looked back at her. “Just that the Royals got Diana. She can’t know the truth. If she knows what we did…”

Rosalee nodded understandingly, as Sean moved past her, desperate to have his soulmate back in his arms.

***End Flashback***

Sean sighed. If Lorelei knew the lengths, they went to in order to keep her out of it, they would never forgive her. But this plan was put in place to protect her. She had no doubt stressed enough as it was. Fighting them so that Adalind and Diana could stay together may sent her over the edge. Still, Sean hated that once again he was withholding information from Lorelei.

And than there was Adalind. Her pain. He wasn’t lying when he told her he didn’t blame her for hating him. What he did was unforgiveable. He just hoped eventually, she would understand that it was for the best. Sean just had to learn to live with his guilt.

***Adalind’s POV***

She was gone. Her baby was gone. Passed over to the Royals, by her own father, as if she was nothing. How could he do this? And why would nobody help her? They had been willing to before. Adalind had asked them all, well, almost all of them. She had been avoiding going to see Lorelei. Lorelei would help her, without any regard for her own wellbeing. Which was why Adalind hadn’t approached her. Lorelei needed to focus on herself and her baby. After all, when she got Diana back, her little girl would need her little sister and her bonus mom. Adalind had seen that phrase on the internet, and she felt it suited Lorelei better than stepmother.

But in the end, Adalind caved in. Lorelei would talk to Sean, to Nick, they would do anything for her. They would get Diana back for Lorelei. Declining Rosalee’s offer of a tea that would help her sleep, Adalind headed towards Sean and Lorelei’s, hoping Sean wasn’t home. He probably wouldn’t let her near Lorelei. Especially after she attacked him last night. A little bit of magic stopped the security guard from asking questions and before she knew it, Adalind was knocking on the front door.

“Adalind. Oh my god, come in.” Lorelei said, pulling her inside.

“I’m sorry for bothering you. But you need to talk to Sean. Tell him to get Diana back.”

“Adalind, I’m not sure what Sean can do.”

“If he can give her to them, then he can get her back.”

Lorelei winced. “What?!”

Adalind looked at Lorelei. She didn’t know. Had Sean lied to her again? “Sean gave my baby to the Royals.”

“I…why would he do that?” Lorelei asked, rubbing her forehead.

“Because he’s a bastard.”

“Ok, hang on, hang on.” Lorelei let out a breath. “Do you mind if we have this conversation in the bedroom? I need to lie down.”

Adalind nodded and followed the younger woman into the bedroom. Lorelei sat down on the bed, wincing as she rubbed the area under her right breast. “Ok, tell me everything.”

Adalind quickly filled her in on what had happened the day before. “Wait, you said my mom was arrested? How did they know she was at Monroe and Rosalee’s?”

“I don’t know. But she was, and then Sean had me come down to the station to give a statement. I left Diana with him; I thought I could trust her father. And then I walk into the interview room and your mother was in there.”

“Something’s off. We’re missing something.”

“Yeah, somethings off. My baby was stolen.”

Lorelei shook her head. “No…its…I’m…Ahh” She finished off, grabbing her head.

For the first time since Adalind had arrived, she really looked at Lorelei. And the more she did, the more concerned she grew. She was pale, very pale, and she seemed to be having trouble catching her breath. “Lorelei, are you ok?”

“Yeah, just a migraine.”

“Maybe I should call for help.”

Lorelei shook her head. “It’s fine. I just…need my…” She stood up quickly and started swaying almost immediately before she crumpled.

“Lorelei.” Adalind moved forward, wrapping her arms around Lorelei’s waist to stop her from hitting the ground. She gently lowered her to the ground, laying her on her side. “Lorelei, Lorelei wake up. Please, I need you. You’re the closest thing I have to a friend. You’re the only other person who cares about Diana. Please wake up.”

Adalind glanced around the room, spotting Lorelei’s phone on the bedside table. She dove for it, quickly dialling 911.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“Hello, you need to send an ambulance, right now. My…my friend, she’s pregnant and she collapsed. She won’t wake up.”

“How far along is your friend?”

“Um…uh, 32 weeks. And she has something called, god what is it called. It begins with a p.”

“Preeclampsia?”

“Yeah.”

“Is she breathing?”

Adalind held her hand near Lorelei’s mouth and nose. She felt little puffs of air. “Yes.”

“And was she experiencing any symptoms before she collapsed.”

“Uh, a migraine. And…and it was like she was having trouble catching her breath. What does it matter, just send an ambulance.”

“Ma’am, please calm down. What address are you at?”

Adalind rattled off the address. “Please hurry.”

“Paramedics are on their way. What is your name?”

“Adalind.”

“Ok Adalind, I need you to go and unlock the door, so paramedics are able to enter.”

Thankfully, the paramedics arrived quickly. Adalind let them in and led them where Lorelei was. They started attaching machines to her and speaking using medical jargon. All Adalind could do was watch. At one point, Lorelei’s body stiffened and started to shake. One of the paramedics said she was seizing and ordered the other to push some kind of medication. Eventually, they decided she was stable enough to move and loaded her on the stretcher. “Can I come with you?”

It wasn’t until they reached the hospital and Lorelei was rushed off, when Adalind realised that she still had Lorelei’s phone in her hand. It vibrated and she saw Lorelei had received a message from Sean. As much as she hated him, he did have a right to know his soulmate was in hospital.

***Sean’s POV***

Work did not provide the distraction that Sean was hoping for. He continued to worry. Worry about Diana. Worry about Lorelei. Worry about what Adalind might do. He had heard from Nick that Adalind had shown up at his house also the night before, then found out she was at Monroe and Rosalee’s. Nick wanted to know what they should do about her. Sean really didn’t know. Furthermore, he had contacted the FBI about Weston Steward and apparently the man was in the wind. Sean was sure he had seen him the night before near the bar he had snuck out to once Lorelei was safe at home. However, after lunch, Sean found out that his day was about to get worse.

While working on a report, he felt his phone vibrate. A smile crossed his face when he saw Lorelei was calling him. “Hello mon amour.”

“You need to get to Treeview Hospital now. Lorelei collapsed.” Sean stood up quickly. It was Adalind. What was she doing calling from Lorelei’s phone?

“What?”

“Are you stupid? Lorelei’s in hospital. You need to get here.”

“I’m on my way.”

Sean arrived at the hospital in record time. He was directed on where to go and as he exited the elevator, he found Adalind pacing outside a room. “Where is she?”

Adalind looked up at him. “The doctors are with her now. They’re running some kind of tests. But since I’m not family they won’t tell me anything.” She said in frustration.

“What did you do?” He hissed at her.

Adalind looked at him in surprise. “You think I did something?” She asked, looking appalled at the insinuation.

“Yes. To get back at me.”

“I’d never hurt Lorelei. She’s the closest thing I have to a friend right now. And why would I make her pay for your actions. She didn’t even know what you’d done.”

“What were you even doing there?”

“I thought she could convince you to do something to get Diana back. And you know what, I’m glad I went there. Who knows how long it would have been before someone found her.”

Sean tried to calm his racing heart, taking a few deep breaths. “I’m sorry. Thank you for helping her.”

Adalind nodded and some of the fight left her. “Well, now that you’re here there is no reason for me to be. I hope Lorelei and Olivia are ok.”

Sean watched as Adalind walked away. He wasn’t able to give her much thought when Dr Brody stepped outside a nearby room. “Sean?”

He rushed over to her, trying not to panic. “What’s going on? Is Lorelei going to be ok? Is the baby going to be ok?”

“Sean, Lorelei has developed eclampsia. Not long after the paramedics arrived, she did suffer a seizure. We are still running tests, but so far, she is stable. She is conscious, albeit disorientated, although that is normal post seizure.”

“What about the baby?”

“Baby’s heart rate is good. But we do need to deliver her as soon as possible.”

“But Lorelei is only 32 weeks pregnant. Don’t you need to wait until 40 weeks?”

Dr Brody nodded slowly. “Ideally, 39 weeks is optimal. However, baby does have a high chance when delivered around the 32, 33-week mark. And Lorelei is closer to 33 weeks than 32. Although…” Dr Brody trailed off.

“Although what?”

She sighed. “It’s the strangest thing. I thought it was a mistake. It just doesn’t happen.”

“What?” Sean asked, starting to panic again.

Dr Brody let out a breath. “Ok. Look at this.” She handed him her tablet. “So, this is the report from the scan we did before Lorelei was discharged on Saturday. See those numbers, that’s the baby’s length and estimated weight. They are pretty normal for what we would expect for a fetus at 32 weeks.”

“Ok.” Sean said slowly.

Dr Brody swiped the tablet, showing him another report. “This is from the scan we did today. Do you see the difference?”

“They’re higher. I’m sorry, I’m confused. Isn’t she supposed to be growing?”

Dr Brody nodded. “Yes. But not this much in such a short period of time. Her length and estimated weight are what we would expect to see in fetus at 36, 37 weeks.”

“What could have caused this?”

Dr Brody shrugged, looking baffled. “I have no idea. I have never heard of this happening before. I…” She took a deep breath. “I want to book Lorelei in for a scheduled c-section first thing in the morning. We will be able to better ascertain the situation once baby is here. Do I have your permission to do so?”

Sean swallowed, his heart still racing. “If you think this is the best solution. Then yes.”

Dr Brody nodded. “Ok. I will get that sorted. You can go in and see Lorelei. She has been asking for you.”

“Thank you.” Sean said before heading to the door she had come out of earlier. Taking a deep breath he stepped into the room. The monitors were beeping steadily. A nurse smiled at him and mention something about giving them a moment alone before leaving. Lorelei was laying on her side, facing the door. Her eyes were closed. Sean grabbed a nearby chair, moving it to beside Lorelei’s bed before sitting down. “Lorelei.” He said softly.

Her closed eyes flickered for a moment, before slowly opening. Lorelei blinked a couple of times, before a tired smile crossed her face. “Sean.”

Sean grabbed her hand, pressing a desperate kiss to it. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit. What happened?”

“You collapsed. Dr Brody says you have eclampsia now.”

Lorelei’s eyes widened. “Is Olivia ok?”

Sean nodded. “She’s fine. But Dr Brody wants to deliver her in the morning.”

“It’s too early.”

Sean’s other hand came up to tenderly stroke her hair. “I know, but this is the best course of action.”

Lorelei sighed and nodded. “But she’s ok for now?”

“She is.”

Upon realising that Sean wouldn’t be leaving his soulmates side, the nurses had set up a cot for him to use for the night. Sean was still seated by Lorelei’s bed, listening to the beeping of the machines. Lorelei was sleeping peacefully, and Sean was assured that Oliva was ok. He would place his hand on Lorelei’s belly, feeling his daughter kick. She was usually pretty active in the evenings. Sean looked at his phone, he should probably tell Nick, at least, what was happening. He had contacted the precinct to advise that he wouldn’t be in work for the next few days. He didn’t know what was going to happen, but he wouldn’t be leaving the hospital anytime soon.

“Are they going to be alright?”

Sean looked up, surprised to see Adalind hovering by the door, concern marring her features. He was surprised to see she had returned. Sean shrugged. “I’m not sure. They are fine for now, but the doctor wants to deliver tomorrow morning. C-section.”

Adalind’s eyes widened. “But Lorelei is only 32 weeks. Isn’t that too soon?”

“It’s the best course of action.”

Adalind stepped closer, tentatively. “I may hate you. But I would never hurt them to get back at you. I know Lorelei doesn’t particularly like or trust me, but she has been kind to me and doesn’t treat me like a villain. Even though I acknowledge that I am. And Olivia is Diana’s sister. And that makes her important to me.” Sean felt his throat close up slightly at the mention of Diana. He hoped she was ok and that Kelly had taken her far away. He nodded. Sean didn’t trust Adalind either, but he could tell she was being sincere. Adalind sighed. “I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive you.”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself.”

“I know you think you did the right thing. I don’t know, maybe you did. The Royals never would have stopped, probably would have killed me” Adalind said, as she inched closer to Sean. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand it completely. But at least I know our baby’s still alive.” Sean looked at her cautiously, stiffening slightly when she bent down, hugging him. It took him a moment, but he returned the hug. Sean didn’t know what Adalind was going to do in the future, but perhaps it would be beneficial to keep her close.

A/N: Sorry Trubel fans, although she has arrived in town, no appearance in this story yet. But she will be making an appearance soon.

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the-hinky-panda · 1 year ago

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The Drowning Kind: Part II

Title: The Drowning Kind

Pairing: Captain Sean Renard x OFC (written as a reader)

Rating: Explicit

There are two things that naiads are experts in: swimming and secrets.

When you first met Sean Renard, you immediately recognized a fellow secret keeper. Words were used sparsely and with the craft of saying enough but providing no actual information. It was a language that you spoke fluently and his presence soon became the closest thing you ever felt to being home. You didn’t think he felt the same way until you saw the red kayak on the river at ten o’clock at night two days after the close of the case you had offered assistance.

The late night rendezvous continued for the next two weeks, you floating alongside the boat while conversation flowed, still guarded but slowly unfurling tiny bits of information. You moved from Vancouver for a fresh start. His ancestry was old, traced back hundreds of years from Europe. You were living in a broken down house along the river because that was all you could afford. He was living in a penthouse in Portland. You had taught yourself how to read and write, your village not strong believers in their women being educated. He spoke five languages and had the best education money could buy.

Slowly, more valuable pieces started to become revealed. His hybrid heritage. Your disfigured hands and feet. His tiring game of playing both ends against the middle to protect the Portland Grimm. Your deep scars of a betrayal from someone you had trusted. He was searching for balance between the two worlds he represented. You were searching for the girl who had dreams and once believed that love was real.

So you found each other.

Due to the situation he found himself in, along with a diabolical brother who searched for leverage in every aspect of his life, you understood why this needed to stay a secret. For your protection and everyone else around you, no one could know that you had regained that tiny spark of hope that maybe love wasn’t a myth. You still weren’t convinced of what this was between you two but it was precious enough to protect. And you did, for the first time in a long time, feel truly protected. So you kept the secret.

“Where are we going?”

You glance over your shoulder. “What’s the matter, Sean? Don’t you trust me?”

The smile he gives you is sly, a subtle twist to the side of his mouth. “All I asked is what did you do today. Now you have me on one of the uninhabited islands in the middle of the river. I’m sure you can understand my unease.”

“I do,” you respond. Trust is hard for both of you after the lives you’ve lived. “It’s worth it, I promise.”

You found the abandoned fishing shack the same way you find everything, by accident. Growing up along riverbanks and on the edges of lakes in Vancouver, you had more of a need to know the flow of the water and the islands that got in the way of it. You were spending much of your free time learning the same thing here in Portland. That knowledge is what crossed your path with Detectives Burkhart and Griffin.

A group of college kids who had too much to drink had gone missing after an afternoon of tubing on the river. They unknowingly became prey for some rowdy wendigo and needed to be found ASAP. Burkhart had reached out to the naiad community in the harbor and you had wanted to show your worth to your new community. You didn’t expect to be the one to find them but you did, only one out of the group of seven fell victim to the wendigo. Now, you were the riverway consultant for the Portland PD.

After your maiming, you were still able to be useful.

The shack was falling down, abandoned for years. It didn’t take much to patch the small roof or replace the broken board walls. It was meant to be a shelter from the elements, nothing longstanding. There’s no electricity that runs into it so you have to get creative in how to fix it up. Abel and his daughters helped you out by using their fishing boat to bring a futon, small armchair, and a desk. You brought some of your books and candles. You pitched it to them as your retreat but your true intention is to share it with only one other person.

He takes in the ramshackle little hut with cautious curiosity. “Did you build this?”

“No, I’m not that talented.”

You push the door open hesitantly. You had already lit some of the candles, the soft glow flickering off the wooden walls and furniture. It actually looked more inviting than you thought it would. But then you remember the one time you visited his apartment in Portland. The large windows overlooking the city and river. The polished granite counters in the kitchen, the artwork that hung on the walls, and the bottle of wine he was there to pick up. All of it was worth more than anything you had ever seen before in your life. What were you thinking trying to pass this off as something special?

“I think it’s lovely.”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks. He’s patronizing you. Making the simple, little naiad believe she had done something magnificent when really he was laughing at you. Words are failing you and you silently stare at your feet until he nudges your shoulder playfully.

“You going to let me in? Because I really want to investigate something in there.”

You look around the space wondering what he could be talking about when he picks you up, your arms looping around his neck and your legs wrapping around his waist. You start to ask what it was he wanted to investigate when he takes the opportunity to kiss you. After a long day of not seeing each other, you easily give in to the familiar press of his lips against yours. You hear the door being kicked shut and feel yourself in freefall, stopped when you land on the futon.

“So,” you ask him from your sprawled position on the blankets, “what exactly did you want to investigate?”

He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it on the floor. “I want to see if that futon can hold the both of us.”

You reach behind your back and untie the crocheted bikini top, tossing it on top of his discarded shirt. His eyes darken at the sight of your bare breasts and suddenly this rehabbed fishing hut doesn’t seem like such a silly secret after all.

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mikaela-granger · 6 months ago

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The Long Wait (Season 3) Chapter 8

Stories We Tell Our Young

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

The Long Wait Masterlist

A/N: Sean heads off to Europe. Lorelei focuses on her studies, while Nick seeks to save a young boy from the Wesen Council.

By the time Lorelei reached 20 weeks, she had well and truly moved into Sean’s place. Lorelei was grateful she had been able to do so before the end of semester. And now with the move out of the way, Lorelei was able focus on her final assignment and exams. A visit to her OBGYN had shown that her blood pressure was stubbornly remaining high. Thankfully, it hadn’t risen, but Dr Brody did still want to see her fortnightly to ensure her little girl was continuing to grow as expected. Additionally, Lorelei’s baby belly was definitely becoming much more noticeable. Most of the only clothing options she had were leggings with a loose dress or an oversized shirt. She would definitely need go shopping for some maternity clothes soon. But for now, Lorelei was fine with what she had, including wearing Sean’s shirts. The first time he had seen her wearing his shirt, it had resulted in him whisking her off to the bedroom to show her just how much he liked it.

Eventually, exam season was upon her. Thankfully, Lorelei only had two exams in the first week and then she would be free. The Thursday before her exams, Sean had to go out of town for a short while. He said the less she knew, the better and that if anyone asked, he was attending a funeral for a distant family member. He had warned her that he may not be able to contact her much, and to disregard any emails or text messages from him. He would contact her indirectly through Rosalee. Sean had been anxious about leaving her alone, trying to convince her stay with Nick or one of her friends. However, Lorelei was insistent on staying in her own home. She reminded Sean that Melody had a key and came by daily to take Molly for her walks. He had eventually caved in, although Lorelei was sure she would be hearing from her friends and family even more regularly while he was gone. Before he left, he promised her that when he returned, he would be taking her out on a real date. One that involved dinner at a high-end restaurant and the Symphony.

The next day, Lorelei decided to give herself the day off from studying and headed down to hang out with Monroe and Rosalee at the spice shop. Rosalee and Monroe had greeted her warmly. “Lorelei, I thought you’d be studying at home.” Rosalee said, giving her a hug.

“I’ve been studying all week. I thought I’d give myself a break for the day. And the spice shop is one of my favourite places.” Lorelei replied, as Monroe came over to give her a hug as well.

“Woah.” He said as they pulled apart, him hand coming to rest on her growing belly. “You got a bump now. A little one, but there it is.”

Lorelei laughed. “Yeah, baby girl is making her appearance known to the world.” She said, giving her belly a little rub.”

“Is she kicking yet?” Rosalee asked.

“Not yet, but any day now. Although, I’ve read the only person who will feel it for a while is me.”

“Awww.” Monroe said. Rosalee and Lorelei smiled at his antics, with Rosalee giving him a pat on the shoulder.

Rosalee walked into the side room, to find Lorelei working on her laptop. “I thought you were taking a break from study.”

Lorelei looked at her. “I am. I’m working on a spreadsheet with my favourite baby names, including their history, meanings, popularity, pros and cons.”

Rosalee laughed as Monroe joined them. “You are such a nerd.” Rosalee told her.

“And damn proud of it.”

“So, what are some of the contenders?” Monroe asked Lorelei.

“I do have a top 12. I wanted to name her after Aunt Marie. But I am wondering if that would be a little weird considering, you know, her father ordered her great aunt to be killed.”

Monroe nodded. “That could be a little awkward.” He agreed.

“You could do a variation or something similar to Marie or incorporate it into her middle name.” Rosalee suggested.

“One step ahead of you. Some names I’ve found that are variations or similar are: Maria, Marielle, Mariella, and Marissa.”

“Those are nice.” Rosalee said. “What the other names are in your top 12?”

“Olivia, Charlotte, Amelia, Liliana, Isabella, Sophia, Davina, and obviously Marie.”

“Lot of names ending in A.” Monroe commented.

Lorelei laughed. “Yeah. I noticed that.” She shrugged. “Guess I have, like, a type, or something.”

Not long after that Nick and Hank arrived, asking questions as per usual. They were a little surprised to see Lorelei, also assuming she’d be at home studying.

“So, if one parent is wesen and the other isn’t, what would the child be?” Nick asked Rosalee.

“You mean, a wesen and a kehrseite?” Rosalee asked, crossing her arms as Monroe moved to turn the sign in the door to closed.

“Yeah.” Hank said.

“So, I guess it’s time for the whole birds and the bienen wesen talk.” Monroe said, turning to them, rubbing his hands together as he gave Rosalee a look. He glanced at Lorelei. “Listen closely.” He and Rosalee headed towards the counter. “Ok.” He cleared his throat. “If both parents are wesen. Then the child will be too.”

“Or if one parent is wesen and the other is kehrseite, then there’s a 50/50 chance the child will be wesen.” Rosalee said.

“Unless the kehrseite is a kehrseite-gentrager. Then you’re definitely getting a wesen.” Monroe continued.

“Let’s pretend that I just understood what you just said.” Hank said. “What if both parents are wesen but they’re different kinds?”

Rosalee and Monroe glanced at each other. “You mean like a Grundverschiedene situation like us?” Rosalee asked.

Hank and Nick exchanged a look. “Well, we don’t mean to pry.” Nick told them.

“Yeah, we do.” Hank said.

Monroe and Rosalee exchanged another look. “Well, then you’re looking at a vorherrscher. But, as long as it’s healthy.” He said, looking at Rosalee, who smiled up at him. Monroe looked back at them. “We don’t care.”

Nick and Hank left after that, apparently one of their victims was awake. Nick thanked Rosalee and Monroe as the two detectives left. Lorelei watched as Monroe and Rosalee smiled at each other again, and she couldn’t help but smile. Their love for each other was obvious to anyone who met them. A slight frown came across Lorelei’s face, as she began to wonder what would happen if a wesen and a Grimm had a child. Strangely, it was not something had considered.

“You ok Lorelei?” Rosalee asked her.

“Yeah. It’s just, what if a Grimm and a wesen, or part wesen had a child. What would you get?”

Another look was exchanged between Monroe and Rosalee. “Honestly. I don’t know.” Monroe told her. “I’ve never heard of a wesen having a child with a Grimm. If it has happened, I doubt the parents made it public knowledge. It would probably cause a stir among some circles of wesen.”

“Probably among Grimms as well.” Lorelei commented, still deep in thought.

“I think it could be the same as a vorherrscher. A hybrid with the more dominant gene presenting. I suppose we’ll have to wait and see which gene is more dominant.” Rosalee told her.

Lorelei nodded. “From what Aunt Marie told me, not everyone born to a Grimm will become a Grimm. My Uncle George wasn’t. And Sean is only half wesen.”

Monroe shrugged. “It’s like Rosalee said, we’ll just have to wait and see.”

Nick and Hank returned a couple of hours later. After interviewing their surviving witness, they had gone to see the boy responsible. And they were confused. Even Hank had seen the boy’s face change. Lorelei joined them, Rosalee and Monroe in the side room.

“You’re sure the parents aren’t wesen?” Monroe asked them.

“I’m not sure of anything.” Nick replied. “I just haven’t seen any indication that they are. And this is different from anything I’ve ever seen.”

Rosalee looked up from the book she was taking notes in. “You mean he didn’t woge?”

Nick shook his head. “This was more like, a battle within.”

“It’s classic devil worship as far as I’m concerned, but we’re hoping you have another explanation.” Hank added.

Lorelei saw Monroe and Rosalee give each other a wary look. “What?” She asked.

Monroe looked away for a moment, before sighing and turning back to look at them all. “I kinda thought…I mean, they’re myths, right?” He asked Rosalee as she came to stand beside him.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Rosalee asked Monroe.

“I think I am.” Monroe answered. “Grausen, right?”

“It’s what it sounds like.”

“Is that a Wesen?” Hank asked.

“Not really.” Monroe told him.

Rosalee sighed. “Every generation has heard stories about grausens. They go way back.”

“They used to think they were a wesen spirit that would invade a child.” Monroe explained.

“But never a wesen child.”

“Kehrseite kids only.”

“But the thinking has changed since medicine and science has advanced. Now some believe that its…a mutation.”

“So, which is it?” Nick asked.

“Nick, these are incredibly rare occurrences.” Monroe said, looking as if he didn’t believe it was a grausen in this situation. “I mean…”

“It doesn’t really matter, because they’ve always been dealt with the same way.” Rosalee said, a dark look crossing her face.

“How?”

Rosalee looked towards Monroe. She sighed again. “They would disappear. The Wesen Council is responsible for dealing with them…sometime in the, 1600s, the council communicated for the first time with Royals…and Grimms.” She said, looking to Nick and Lorelei. “They forged an alliance. For the safety of all of them.”

“Supposedly, grausens if left to grow to maturity become some of the world’s most notorious psychopaths, wreaking havoc, on like, whole continents sometimes.”

“Historically, wesen were to blame for what grausens have done. That’s why the council steps in.”

“Who is this council anyway?” Hank asked.

“They enforce wesen law.”

Hank looked surprised. “You guys have your own laws?”

“Oh baby.” Monroe said, looking toward Rosalee.

“If this is indeed a grausen, we have no choice but to inform the council.”

Lorelei felt her eyebrows raise. “Inform them means what? Daniel disappears?” Hank asked.

“Basically.” Monroe said. “Yeah, it’s a death sentence for the kid.”

“It’s a death sentence for us if we don’t.” Rosalee told him.

Dammit. This was not good. Lorelei could understand where Rosalee was coming from. But this kid was innocent. Although if what Monroe said was true, the older he got, the more dangerous he would become. He had already killed a priest and injured a seminary student. Who would be next?

“How do we even know he is grausen?” Nick asked.

“The law is clear, even if it’s a possibility, we have to inform the council.”

“That’s why we shouldn’t even be having this conversation.” Monroe told Rosalee.

“Now you tell us?” Nick said angrily.

“Well, look. If we knew you were gonna talk about grausen, we would have said don’t…talk about grausens.”

“We’re not worried about the council; we’re worried about the kid.” Hank told them.

Nick looked at him. “Well, now we get to worry about both.” Nick told him. He looked back at Monroe and Rosalee. “Thanks.” He said solemnly, before the detectives headed off again.

Lorelei watched them go, before looking back at Monroe and Rosalee. Monroe sighed and turned to face Rosalee. “Can’t we just let Nick run with this?” He asked her.

“If they found out that we didn’t report it, plus, we’re in agreement with a Grimm or Grimms behind their back.”

Monroe sighed again. “Then I guess it’s just a matter of who goes to whose funeral first.”

“Well, I’m not going to your funeral. I have to tell them.” Rosalee looked at Lorelei. “You get where I’m coming from right?”

Lorelei sighed. “I do. But would they really kill you guys for not reporting it? Or for working with us for that matter?”

Rosalee shrugged. “I don’t know. But I don’t want to risk it.”

Lorelei rubbed her back. Maybe she should sit down, it was really starting to hurt. “Surely there must be something we can do to help this kid. It’s not his fault. He shouldn’t have to die because of some…wesen spirit that’s possessing him.” She sighed, glancing around the shop. “Maybe one of these books has an answer. I don’t want you guys to get in trouble, and possibly be killed. But this kid doesn’t deserve to die either.”

Rosalee sighed, looking distressed as she too glanced around the shop. “I…I don’t know. I…I don’t know if anyone bothered to look for a solution that didn’t involve the grausen disappearing.”

“I understand that you have a…civic duty to report this. But, while we wait for the council to make a move, can’t I try?” Lorelei ran her hands over her growing belly and shrugged. “Maybe I am a little biased, because I am expecting a child of my own.”

Rosalee gave her a sad smile. “You’re not biased.” She sighed. “There is no harm in looking.”

“Thank you.”

The three of them did start looking through books, without much luck. Eventually it got dark. Lorelei had insisted that Monroe and Rosalee go home. Neither wanted to leave, but Lorelei promised she wouldn’t be far behind them, asking Rosalee if she could take some books home. She had agreed. Lorelei stayed for another hour or so, before heading home, a large number of books in her backpack that she could read in the comfort of her own home.

Lorelei arrived home, greeted by Molly and Daisy. After making up some dinner, she had settled on the couch, eating and reading. Nothing really jumped out. Lorelei sighed, shifting to find a more comfortable position. Maybe this was hopeless. There was little information about grausens and there certainly wasn’t anything about curing them. Lorelei guessed wesen weren’t overly concerned with trying to help kehrseite children. Lorelei felt like she was missing something. Maybe if she wasn’t pregnant, her brain would be able to connect the dots. Was she thinking too much like a Grimm? Should she be thinking like a public health student?

Lorelei woke to the sun blinding her. She was still on the couch, surrounded by books. “Well, this feels familiar.” Lorelei said to herself. How many times over the years had she fallen asleep after pulling all-nighters. Stretching, Lorelei groaned. God, everything hurt. Although the couch was pretty comfortable to lay down on, Lorelei had fallen asleep half sitting up. Lorelei rubbed her face before looking at her watch. It was almost nine. She had slept through her alarm. Reaching over to grab her phone off the floor, Lorelei noticed a few messages, including from Nick letting her know they believed they had cured the boy. He was undergoing tests, but it was believed to have been a protozoa picked on a holiday in the Middle East. Yep, she should have been thinking like a public health student. Lorelei checked the other messages, a little disappointed there were not any from Sean. He had warned her he would be uncontactable. Didn’t mean she had to like it though. She missed him. Hopefully he was safe, wherever he was.

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The Long Wait (Season 2) Chapter 20

The Waking Dead Part 2

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

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A/N: People returning from the dead, a man in a top hat showing up all over the place, what is happening in Portland?

By the time Lorelei got home, she had received a phone call from Nick, asking to meet at the trailer for some help researching a wesen who may be involved in their case. Lorelei had gotten back into her car and headed that way, stopping to coffee for him and Hank as sort of the peace offering. “I come bearing coffee.” Lorelei announced as she entered the trailer.

“Thanks Lore.” Hank said, taking his from her.

“Should you even be drinking coffee?” Nick asked as Lorelei handed him his coffee.

“I can. In moderation. But mine is a hot chocolate.” She said, taking a seat at the table. She looked at Hank. “I suppose Nick filled you in?”

Hank nodded. “He did. Uh, congratulations, I guess. How far along?”

“Thanks. And thirteen weeks, according to the doctor.”

“And it’s really the captains?”

Lorelei sighed. “Yes, it is.” Nick scoffed and Lorelei looked at him. “Do you want to see the ultrasound pic of your niece or nephew?” Nick glanced at her, his expression changing a little. Lorelei pulled the picture from her purse and handed it to him.

As he looked at the picture, his expression changed more. “So, I’m gonna be an uncle.” He commented, a small smile on his face even though Lorelei could see he was trying to stop it.

Lorelei smiled. “Yes, you are going to be an uncle. Whether you like it or not. Now, what are we doing here?”

The two detectives started filling her in on the case, the man in the top hat, and people rising from the dead. It took a while, but they were finally able to find something, after a few hours. Pausing only to go out a grab something for a late lunch.

“I had followed the vodou priest to Bois Caiman, Alligator Woods, near Cap-Francais.” Nick read from the book he’d found the information in. “Hired by the crown, I was to determine if the priest was wesen. The priests name, Dutty Boukman, translated as the Book Man, and given to him because he had taught slaves to read. As Boukman presided over the vodou ceremony, one of the slave women started dancing, knife in her hand.” Nick looked a little confused. “I found her movements exotic and alluring, until she slit the throat of a black pig and gave the blood to those around her, who all swore to rise and to fight to kill – do you have any extra ketchup?” He said, pausing to direct the question towards Hank.

Hank handed one over. “Last one. We should just keep a bottle in here.”

“Then I’d need a refrigerator. And where am I going to put that?”

“You don’t have to put ketchup in the refrigerator!”

“No! You two are not starting that debate again.” Hank told them firmly, before he picked up the reading. “He was referred to as the Baron, with several names attached to him. He is the head of the Guede Family of Loa, one of the vodou deities who accept those who have died to the realm of the dead. Later I was to witness him wake a man who appeared to be lifeless and who was about to be buried. When I finally found the courage to confront him, I found that I was dealing with a Cracher-Mortel, whose spit can induce a death like trance.” Hank paused as he turned the page, the including a drawing of a Cracher-Mortel spitting on a man. “But I was forced to retreat unable to dispatch the Baron.”

“So, the Cracher-Mortel makes zombies.” Lorelei commented, glancing at the men.

“Seems like it.” Hank replied, as Nick’s phone rang.

It was Monroe, asking Nick to come to the spice shop. Lorelei realised she hadn’t told Nick about Juliette seeing the others woge. Maybe she would let the others explain it.

On the way to the spice shop, they stopped into the precinct to fill Sean in what was happening. He looked surprised when Lorelei walked into his office with Nick and Hank. “Is everything alright?” He asked, looking concerned. Lorelei looked at the other men, leaving it up to them.

“We think we’re dealing with a cracher-mortel.” Hank told him, once they explained the situation. “Who has the ability to induce a vodou-like trance.”

Sean sighed and looked at Nick. “More of your books?”

Nick nodded. “Yeah.”

Sean sat back in his chair, looking at Hank. “You’re getting pretty comfortable with all this.” He commented.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t call it comfortable.”

Nick intervened. “We’re trying to get an I.D. on him, but so far no go.”

“Now, why would he pick up two apparent strangers, drug them, and then put them in an unoccupied house?” Sean asked.

Nick looked mystified. “There’s something we’re not seeing.”

“If the same thing happens to her as Mulpus. Is she going to start losing it?”

“Probably.” Lorelei replied faintly, although her mind was thinking about why would the cracher-mortel put two people under his influence into a house together.

“I’ll ask her when we find her.”

“All right. Keep me posted.” Sean said, before looking at Lorelei. “I hope you don’t plan on getting too involved in this. Especially in your condition.”

Lorelei sighed. “Nope. Just helping with research. Cross my heart.”

Sean seemed happy with that answer. Lorelei and the two detectives left after that, heading towards the spice shop.

Not long after they arrived at the spice shop. Monroe, Rosalee, and Bud filled Nick in on what had gone down that afternoon. “What do you mean she knows?” Nick asked.

“It…It wasn’t my idea.” Bud said, quickly deflecting the blame.

“We did what you wanted me to do.” Monroe told him. “When you brought Juliette over to my house that night.

Nick sighed, unsure of what to say. “So, you all--?” Hank asked.

“Woged. Yes, we did.” Bud answered.

Rosalee stood up, moving around the counter. “I went first.”

“And then I guess it was me, but not on purpose.” Bud added.

“And then I did.” Monroe said, finishing it up.

Nick crossed his arms. “Well, how did she take it?” He asked expectantly.

“Uh, not so good. She, uh, walked out.” Bud told him.

Nick didn’t look happy. “She walked out. Did someone get her? Is she ok?”

“Nick.” Monroe said gently, approaching him. “She came back.”

Nick looked around at them. “You’re sure she’s all right?”

Rosalee answered that one. “She came back because she wanted to. I think she was about as ready as a person could be.”

“She took it better than Hank did, when I woged for him the first time.” Monroe added.

Hank piped in. “Let me just say I didn’t take it well the first, second, or third time.” He admitted.

“That is true. By the fourth time, you managed to stay in your seat.” Lorelei commented.

“The first time is always rough.” Bud added. “I…I remember the first time my dad got really angry me, and I was just this little eisbiber…and…” He cut himself off when he saw everyone looking at him. “Nobody’s interested.”

“Nick.” Monroe said. “Not everyone is able to make the transition from kehresite to kehrseite-schlich-kennen.”

“Most people can’t even say it.”

“I’m sure you’re going to talk about this at your dinner tonight.” Rosalee told Nick. “But she didn’t come here because she was scared. She came here because she wanted to know.”

“Funny thing is, she thought you were wesen.” Bud added with a slight laugh. “As if you could be.”

Nick nodded; arms still crossed. “Well, at least I won’t have to lie anymore.”

“You can’t change who you are Nick. “Lorelei said.

“And we don’t want you to.” Bud said earnestly.

“You’ve finally reached that point of no return man.” Monroe said. “She’s either going to accept you for who you are…”

“And for who we are.” Bud added.

“Or she won’t be able to.” Rosalee finished.

“At least you’ll know the truth, one way or the other.” Hank told him.

Nick nodded. “Yeah. I guess this is the moment I’ve been waiting for.”

“We all have.” Lorelei said, looking around at the others.

Lorelei eventually made it back home. She fed the animals, had a shower and curled up on the couch, book hand and the tv on in the background. Not long after she sat down, there was a knock on the door. Grumbling a little, Lorelei got up, moving Daisy to another spot and padded over to the door. She peered through the peephole and felt her heart pick up a beat as she saw Sean standing outside. She quickly opened the door and let him in. “You know, I think you’ve earned back the privilege of using your own key.” She told her with a smile.

He returned it. “Noted. Pizza?” He said, before holding up a pizza box.

“Perfect.” She said, closing the door behind him. “And it feels like a eat in front of the tv kind of night.”

Sean nodded and continued moving towards the living room. “Did you find anything else about the cracher-mortel?” he asked, setting the pizza on the coffee table.

“No.” Lorelei said, as she joined him with some plates and napkins. “But there was a distraction. Juliette had Monroe, Rosalee, and Bud woge for her. So, they were kind of filling Nick in on that.”

Sean looked surprised. “Really?”

Lorelei nodded, walking back to the kitchen to get some water for the both of them. “Yeah. I think she handled it pretty well. But now it’s a case of seeing how she takes it all in.”

“Hopefully for Nick, she’s accepting.” Sean remarked as Lorelei returned to his side.

“Hopefully.” Lorelei sighed as she sat beside him.

After finishing dinner, they curled up together on the couch, watching tv. At one point however, Sean pulled away. “There is something I have to tell you.”

Lorelei looked at him in confusion. “What is it?”

Sean sighed. “My brother is in Portland.”

Lorelei’s eyes widened. “He is? Why?”

Sean shrugged. “I don’t know. He isn’t exactly forthcoming with information, and my sources had no idea he was coming here. But I am worried that he may be here for you. And possibly Nick as well.”

Lorelei bit her lip as she considered what he had said. “So, I should be careful. Watch my back.”

Sean nodded. “Yes. And please try not to go anywhere alone.”

Lorelei nodded. “I’ll try not to.” She promised him.

Sean leant forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “That’s all I ask.”

A/N: And we are almost at the end of Season 2. One more chapter left.

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The Long Wait (Season 2) Chapter 18

And So it Begins

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

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A/N: Rosalee confronts Lorelei about her suspicions and learns more than expected.

Lorelei headed back to the spice shop with Monroe and Rosalee. It took Rosalee a while to get rid of Monroe, but she eventually got him out by saying that her and Lorelei needed some girl time. Once he was out the door, Rosalee locked it and spun around to face Lorelei. Lorelei decided to play innocent. “So…what did you want to talk about?”

Rosalee gave her the Mom Look. “Don’t play innocent.” She said, crossing her arms. “Is there something you would like to share?”

Lorelei sighed. “There’s actually two somethings.”

Rosalee raised an eyebrow. “Ok.” She said slowly, before reaching out to grab Lorelei’s arm. “Come on, let me make some tea.

Fifteen minutes later, they were seated in the side room, with Rosalee looking at Lorelei expectantly. Lorelei sighed. “I might as well start at the beginning.”

“A good place to start.”

Lorelei rolled her eyes. “Ok, so on my first day in Portland, I met my soulmate. Only, I didn’t know it at the time.” Lorelei continued. “It wasn’t until almost a year later that I found out. We had become friends.” Rosalee nodded. “So, we started seeing each other…and you know how relationships progress.” Another nod. “Well, about six, seven weeks ago…I found out that…I was pregnant.”

There, she had said it. Out loud. To someone other than her doctor. Rosalee nodded. “I thought so, but I didn’t know for sure. So, who is your soulmate? I didn’t realise you had found them.”

Lorelei sighed. “This is where it gets a little complicated.” Lorelei said, looking down at her mug for a moment before looking back at Rosalee. “It’s Sean Renard.”

Rosalee stared at her in shock. “Nick’s captain?”

Lorelei nodded. “Yeah. Nick’s boss is my soulmate, and he got me pregnant. I don’t know how I’m going to tell Nick. He’s going to freak out.”

“Yeah, I think he will. Especially considering everything Renard has done. Are you still dating him?”

Lorelei shrugged. “The relationship is kind of on hold at the moment. You know, since everything came to light.”

“Have you told Renard about the baby?”

Lorelei shook her head. “Not yet. But I’m going to have to soon. I’m already starting to get a little bump.”

Rosalee took a sip of her tea. “It certainly is complicated. I assume you’re keeping the baby.”

Lorelei nodded. “Yeah. I never really considered otherwise. I mean, it’s my soulmates baby. And I do love him. I just…don’t…completely trust him at the moment.”

Rosalee nodded in understanding. “That’s understandable, he has done some questionable things.”

“I’m also afraid that when everything comes to light, it will ruin this uneasy truce that Sean and Nick have going on. Nick certainly doesn’t trust him, and for good reason.”

“How far along are you?”

“About twelve, thirteen weeks.” Lorelei replied. “I’m due in early November. That’s halfway through the semester. I’m still trying to decide if I should take that semester off.”

“Well, you still have some time before deciding. See how you feel as the pregnancy progresses. One thing I do know for sure, is that you need to tell Renard and Nick. You can’t keep this hidden forever. And you need to stop going out and fighting wesen.”

Lorelei groaned. “That’s another reason I didn’t say anything. I knew I would have to go on maternity leave, so to speak, when it came to helping Nick out.”

“You can still help with research and stuff like that. Just no joining in on the fights.” Rosalee told her. Lorelei nodded. “You do have to tell Renard however, tonight.”

“He’s probably working late.”

“Call him, right now.” Rosalee said, giving Lorelei her equivalent of the Mom Look.

“Right now?”

“Right now!”

Lorelei had called Sean, inviting him over for dinner. He had agreed immediately, offering to pick something up on the way home. Once Rosalee was sure Lorelei was going to follow through, she allowed Lorelei to leave. Lorelei hurried home, took Molly for a quick walk, and had a quick shower. She was now waiting anxiously for Sean to arrive. He had sent her a message letting her know he had left the precinct and would be there soon. It gave Lorelei some more time to decide how to do this. How do you tell your soulmate, who you have a complicated relationship with that you were pregnant? Lorelei wasn’t one hundred percent sure how he was going to react, but she had a feeling he would be happy. It still didn’t make it easier to tell him. Because telling Sean meant she would definitely have to tell Nick, and soon. Rosalee seemed to think she should tell Nick within the next couple of days, even though he was still recovering from the influence of the musai.

Sean finally arrived, with Italian food in tow. The smell had Lorelei’s mouth-watering. She hadn’t had much to eat today, a habit she would have to change. They sat down to eat, discussing the day. Sean seemed to be under the impression that the musai would be leaving Portland. After some prodding, he admitted to threatening her. Considering Lorelei’s solution was to go old school Grimm on her, she couldn’t really judge.

“I’m glad you called.” Sean said, as they were cleaning up after dinner. “I’ve missed you, missed us.”

“I have as well.” Lorelei admitted, still not sure how to tell him. What if he wasn’t happy? What if he wanted nothing to do with her or the baby?

“Are you alright? You seem a little distracted.” Sean commented, looking concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Lorelei said, biting her lip. “Um, but there is something that I have to tell you.”

The concerned look was still on Sean’s face. “What is it? You can tell me anything.”

“Well, um, you see.” Lorelei began, wringing her hands. “I’m not sure how to say this.” Lorelei decided to just to rip off the metaphorical band aid. “I’m pregnant.”

Sean froze, looking at her in surprise. “You’re…”

“Yeah, I’m pregnant…And it’s yours.”

Sean was silent for a moment, before a big smile spread across his face. “We’re having a baby? I’m going to be a dad?”

Lorelei nodded, a small smile crossing her face. “Yeah. You’re gonna be a dad.” She let out a small squeal as Sean swept her up into his arms, hugging her tightly.

“This is amazing.” Sean said, placing Lorelei gently back down on the ground. “When did you find out? How far long?”

“Um, I’m about twelve, thirteen weeks. Start of the second trimester. I actually found out…around the time your…true identity came to light.”

A look of recognition crossed Sean’s face. “Oh…uh, that explains why you waited to tell me.”

Lorelei nodded. “That…and I knew once I told you, I’d have to eventually tell my brother…and I know things haven’t been great with us, but I love you and I was afraid Nick might actually kill you.”

Sean sighed. “Nick is not going to be happy.” He agreed. “I assume he also doesn’t know I am your soulmate?”

Lorelei shook her head. “No, and with all the stuff that has been going on with Juliette, I was afraid of sending him over the edge. But, you know, Juliette’s memories are starting to come back…and I’m not going to be able to hide this for much longer.”

Sean nodded. “When are you going to tell him?”

Lorelei sighed. “Rosalee seems to think I should do it over the next couple of days.”

“Rosalee knows?”

“Yeah, she confronted me at the spice shop this afternoon. She had her suspicions. And she’s the one who encouraged me to tell you tonight.”

“I’ll have to thank her.” Sean said, gazing down at Lorelei. The smile returned to his face. “I still can’t believe it.”

“And you’re happy about it?” Lorelei asked him tentatively.

Sean cupped her face his large hands. “Happy doesn’t even properly describe how I feel right now.” He leant down and kissed her tenderly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Sean ended up spending the night. They didn’t do anything, just held each other. Lorelei woke with Sean’s hand gently rubbing her belly, speaking softly to the baby. It warmed her heart. Although she had been sure Sean would be happy, a part of her had been afraid he wouldn’t be. Telling Sean had been easy, telling her brother, not so much. Lorelei had given Nick a quick call last night, checking in. He had seemed to be in good spirits, asking her to meet him for breakfast the next morning. Lorelei had agreed.

After telling Sean about her OBGYN appointment later that afternoon, of which he insisted on coming to, Sean left to get ready for work. Lorelei quickly got ready and headed off to meet her brother. She wasn’t certain that she would be telling him today, she’d have to feel him out, see what his mood was like.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Lorelei asked, giving her big brother a hug.

“Yeah, not too bad.” Nick said, smiling at her as they pulled apart. “I ordered your favourite, should be out soon.”

Lorelei sat down opposite him. “Oh, thanks. I’m starving.” She said, as the waitress came over with their drinks. “How did it go last night? I know you left with Juliette.”

A shy smile crossed Nick’s face. “It went alright. I just drove her home. But she says she was remembering a lot. We are taking it slow, but we kissed.”

Lorelei smiled back at him. “That’s great. I’m happy to hear that.” She told him.

“Yeah, she apologised for how she treated me. But I think we might be starting to get back on track.”

“That’s amazing. I’m happy for you.”

“So, how did your night go? Monroe mentioned you were hanging out with Rosalee. What did you two get up to?”

Lorelei shifted uncomfortably. Should she tell him now? He seemed to be in a good mood. But for how long after she told him. “Uh, you know, girl stuff.” She said, fiddling anxiously with the spoon.

Nick gave her a look. “What?” He asked. “You’re acting a little weird.”

Lorelei let out a breath. “Um, there’s something I have to tell you. Two somethings actually.”

“Ok.”

Lorelei paused, as the waitress returned with their food. Once she had left, Lorelei continued. “So, um…I met my soulmate.”

Nick looked surprised. “What? Really? That’s great. When did that happen?”

“Um, I found out…last…September.” She said slowly.

“Oh, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Well, you know, all that stuff was going on with Juliette. It wasn’t the best time to tell you.”

Nick nodded understandingly. “You still could’ve told me. Do I know them?”

Lorelei nodded slowly. “Yeah, you’ve met them. I don’t think you’re going to be very happy about it though.”

Nick frowned. “Who is it?”

Lorelei let out a long breath. “Please don’t freak out.” Nick stared at her. “It’s…Captain Renard.”

Nick froze, still staring at Lorelei. His eyebrows furrowed. “You’re kidding?”

Lorelei shook her head. “No…I’m not.

Nick looked down at his plate, picking up his knife and fork to continue eating. “And he knows?”

Lorelei nodded. “Yeah. He knew before me. Saw the mark when we first met at the station. A couple of months later we started spending time together…and eventually he told me.”

“Ok.” Nick wasn’t saying much, but Lorelei could see he was trying not to freak out. “Are you dating him?”

“Yeah. I mean, I took step back when we found out about him being a Royal but we’re kinda getting back into it.”

“I don’t trust him.”

“I know, and I don’t one hundred percent either. But…and that leads me to the next something I have to tell you. And now, you really can’t freak out. Remember, we are in public.”

Nick gave her a withering look. “What else is there?” He asked, picking up the saltshaker to add some more salt to his food.

Just rip the band aid off, Lorelei told herself. We are in public; he won’t freak out too much. I hope. Lorelei let out another breath. “I’m pregnant. And Sean is the father.” She said quickly.

The saltshaker in Nick’s hand broke. “What!”

“Please don’t freak out. And please don’t do anything to Sean.” Lorelei pleaded.

“He got my nineteen-year-old sister pregnant.” Nick hissed.

“I’m almost twenty.”

“Not helping. He’s like, forty.”

“He’s, my soulmate.”

Nick shook his head, clearly trying to keep himself calm. “What was the universe thinking?” He muttered as his phone rang. “Burkhardt.”

Lorelei waited for him to finish his call. “Got a case?”

“Yeah. I gotta go. We’re not finished though.”

“I know. And please, don’t do anything stupid. It would not look good if you attack your captain.”

Nick just gave her a dirty look before walking out. Once he had left, Lorelei pulled out her phone and called Sean. Just to give him a heads up.

A/N: And now the two most important people in Lorelei’s life know, with conflicting reactions.

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The Long Wait (Season 2) Chapter 16 Endangered

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

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A couple of weeks later, Lorelei found out that she had jinxed it, when Nick got involved in a case involving an alien sighting. Of course, it wasn’t aliens, but the people who saw the wesen certainly seemed to think so. Lorelei met with Nick and Rosalee at the spice shop to discuss it.

“I can’t believe this. They were supposed to be extinct.” Rosalee said, looking at the entry in the journal Nick was showing them. “At least that’s what I was told.”

“Well, that wouldn’t exactly be in a natural history book.” Nick commented.

“No, these things have a very unnatural history. They were supposedly hunted to extinction. Like the buffalo, their skins were considered very valuable because of their luminescent quality. They’re hoarded by collectors. Did you actually see one?” Rosale asked in amazement.

Nick shook his head. “No. But I’ve got two people who say that they’ve seen aliens.” He told her. “And I’ve got a piece of glowing skin that can’t be categorised as animal or human.”

“When I was a kid, we used to think they were these beautiful, magical creatures that would glow in the dark. It was supposed to be really good luck to see one, you know, like the leprechaun legend.”

“It wasn’t so lucky for the ranch hand.” Nick told her, looking solemn.

“Or those mutilated cows.” Lorelei added.

Rosalee looked at them. “There were mutilated cows?”

“Yeah, six of them. There are more in other ranches.”

Rosalee stood up. “Give me…just wait, one second.” She turned to the shelves behind her. “Was anything cut out of them?”

“Their ovaries.” Nick said, a look of disbelief on his face.

Rosalee turned around, book in hand, and an excited look on her face. “There’s more than one. And she’s pregnant.”

“What?”

Rosalee placed a book in front of them. “There’s no way she’s doing the hunting on her own, that’s who the ovaries are for. Here, here, look.” She showed them a passage in the book. “Glühenvolk are an ancient wesen species with roots that go back to Africa. The gestating female consumes cow ovaries during pregnancy. I know it sounds hinky, but let’s just say it’s their pickles and ice cream.”

“So, he is mutilating cows to get at their ovaries, to feed to the mother of his soon to be born child.” Lorelei said, looking to Rosalee for confirmation.

Rosalee nodded. “The closer the attack on cows are, the closer she is to popping out a baby glühenvolk.”

“There have been twenty-seven attacks since they left Nebraska.”

Rosalee looked shocked. “Twenty-seven? Seriously, she is going to go into labour any minute.”

At that moment, the door opened, and Monroe walked in. “Oh, hey Nick, Lorelei.” He said, walking towards them, looking a little disappointed. The Burkhardt siblings greeted him. “Ah, I see you three have a book open there, which more likely than not pertains to some sort of catastrophic disaster, which in turn, can only means my date with Rosalee has been postponed.”

“Sorry Monroe.” Lorelei told him.

“Monroe, there is a glühenvolk mutilating cattle for ovaries because he has a pregnant woman about to give birth any minute.” Rosalee told him excitedly.

Monroe looked at her in disbelief. “Seriously? A glühenvolk.”

Rosalee smiled at him. “Yes.”

“I thought they were extinct.”

“Apparently not. But then again, we thought the same thing about the seltenvogel, and you know how that turned out.” Lorelei reminded him.

Monroe considered that before nodding. “True.”

“So, they’re moving along back roads, and the last cattle attack was right here.” Nick said, marking a spot on the map the four of them were leaned over. “The car was abandoned here, and the woman was abducted somewhere along here.”

“If she’s as pregnant as I think she is, she can’t get very far, not along those roads.” Rosalee remarked.

“My guess, I think they’re somewhere in here.” Monroe added, pointing to an area of the map. “Right, one road in, one road out.”

“And she going to need more ovaries.”

Nick sighed. “I’m living in an alternate universe.” He commented.

Lorelei scoffed. “No, you just have a better understanding of the one we’re in.”

“Well, I better get out there.” Nick said, as he put on his jacket.

Rosalee looked at Monroe. “Nick, we want to go with you.”

Monroe seemed to agree. “This could be the last of a species, man. We need to help them if we can.”

Nick looked at them in disbelief. “The man killed a guy.”

“But the baby is innocent.” Lorelei told him, as she slipped her own jacket on.

Nick didn’t look very happy, but he agreed to let them all come along.

As they were driving up the road in the area where they thought the glühenvolk could be, Nick pulled over alongside a truck with a trailer attached to. “I know that truck. This guy’s been following our glühenvolk.” He said, getting out.

“Why?” Rosalee asked, as they followed him.

“He’s a UF-ologist.” Nick replied. “He may have found them, and I gotta find out.” Nick shone his torch in the window, before knocking on the door.

“Woah, hold on. He might be asleep in there, man.” Monroe said. That didn’t stop Nick as he went to open the door. “Don’t you need a warrant for that?”

Nick dropped his hand. “You’re right. You open it.”

Monroe looked surprised. “Oh…ok.” And he did just that.

They entered and it appeared that no one was home, so to speak. They started looking around, becoming more disturbed as they did. “This is a fleshing knife.” Rosalee said, as she picked it up.

“Um, I don’t think this guy is a UF-ologist.” Monroe commented as he kept looking around.

There appeared to be bullets and bottles of something, along with blood all over the place. “Sauver Sa Peau.” Rosalee breathed quietly.

“Save your skin?” Monroe translated, although it came out as a question.

Nick pulled open a curtain, shining a light on what appeared to be some kind of operating room. “Must mean literally.” Lorelei commented, as she stepped forward to get a closer look.

“If you shot a wesen with this stuff in that bullet.” Rosalee started to say. Lorelei looked at her as Monroe held up a bullet.

“The bullet would kill, ok, but the Sauver Sa Peau would keep him in full woged even after death.”

“Forever?” Nick asked.

“No, this is just temporary. You probably have no more than six or eight hours before you would change back.”

“So, he has to harvest and tan the hide very quickly.” Nick said.

“He does it right here in his trailer.” Rosalee said, shining a light on the some of the instruments hung up.

“This is so wrong.” Monroe said quietly.

“But you would have a perfectly morphed specimen to sell.”

“We better find those glühenvolk before he does.” Lorelei said, looking at the others.

“How?”

“They’re driving a stolen bronco; we didn’t pass one on the road and there was no place to turn off. They’ve got to be ahead of us somewhere.” Nick said, heading towards the door.

“I’m taking these.” Monroe said, as grabbed the bullets containing the Sauver Sa Peau, while Rosalee poured the vial containing it down the sink.

They headed back out in Nick’s truck, and not far down he stopped again, shining the torch out the window. “What are you doing?” Lorelei asked.

“Why are you stopping?” Monroe asked at the same time.

“Nick, do you see something?” Rosalee added, as Nick reversed.

“I think I see a building.” He stopped. “Somebody turned off here. The gates down.” Nick put the brake on and got out. Lorelei and Monroe did as well.

Monroe started scenting the air. “Somebody’s got a fire going.” He said, following his nose. “You smell that?” Monroe knelt, looking at the ground. “There’s only one set of tracks.”

“Somebody went in and didn’t come out.”

“Let’s check it.” Nick said, heading back to his truck. Lorelei and Monroe followed him.

They followed the path down to a cabin and entered it to find a blonde, and heavily pregnant woman. “Oh my god.” She said, as they entered.

Nick crouched down. “Hey, just take it easy ok.”

Rosalee stepped forward. “We’re not going to hurt you, we’re here to help.”

“W-Where is Vincent? What have you done with him?” She demanded.

“We need you to tell us where he is.” Nick told her gently.

She suddenly woged, confirming that she was indeed the pregnant glühenvolk they were looking for. “Don’t hurt me.” She pleaded, no doubt picking up that she was in the presence of a Grimm. “Don’t hurt my baby.”

“Oh my god.” Monroe said softly. “It’s true.”

“You’re beautiful.” Rosalee said.

Lorelei was in awe; she truly was beautiful. She understood though, why those who had seen her partner thought he was an alien.

She woged back. “Stay away from me.” She said, holding out her hand. “You stay away…Ohhh.” She was cut off as a contraction hit her.

“I think she’s going into labour.” Lorelei said, no doubt stating the obvious.

Monroe looked at Nick. “Oh Nick, I think you, uh, put her over the top.”

Rosalee, and then Lorelei approached her slowly. “We need a bunch of stuff…that we don’t have.” Rosalee said, throwing her hands up. The woman mentioned something about the baby coming. Rosalee knelt beside her. “We’re not going to hurt you at all, we’re here to help.” She said, shrugging her jacket off. “You need to roll onto your back.” The woman started to do that. “Oh my god, her water just broke.”

“How much time do we have?” Nick asked.

“Like, none.”

Nick and Monroe looked at each other in a panic. “Uh, I’ve got a first aid kit in my car.” Nick said, before rushing out the door. Monroe watched him do so.

Lorelei cautiously moved into a kneeling position, keeping her hands up. The woman watched her warily. “My name is Lorelei. I mean you and your baby no harm.”

The woman nodded, still looking wary, as Rosalee directed her to keep breathing and for Monroe to hold her head. “We’re gonna have to spread your legs, ok?” Rosalee told her. Rosalee looked at Lorelei. “Lorelei, can you help me please?”

Lorelei nodded and shifted over to her, as Monroe knelt behind the woman. “Ok, just hold my hand. We’ll get through this.” He told her, offering his hand. She took it and from the noise Monroe made, she was holding on hard.

Nick returned with the first aid kit, while Rosalee asked for alcohol wipes for hers and Lorelei’s hands. “I’ll be doing most the work, but just in case I need you to jump in.” Rosalee told Lorelei.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow.” Monroe complained.

“Monroe!”

“She’s, like, breaking my hand.” He defended himself. Rosalee just shook her head.

“I can’t do this.”

“You’re doing just fine.” Rosalee told her. “You’re doing great, just keep breathing. What’s your name?”

“Jocelyn – oh!”

“Ok Jocelyn, I’m Rosalee, this is Monroe, that’s Nick, and Lorelei already introduced herself.” Rosalee said.

“Nice to meet you.” Monroe said, awkwardly.

Rosalee glanced down. “Baby’s crowning.” She said and Lorelei looked as well. Although she immediately wished she hadn’t. Oh my god, who the hell decided birth was a beautiful thing? It looked painful. Jocelyn’s lady parts were being torn apart. “Nick, I’m going to need you to put counter pressure with your hand on the small of her back.”

“Ok.” Nick said, following Rosalee’s orders.

“Lorelei, I need you to hold her leg, help her get some leverage.”

Lorelei nodded and Rosalee turned her attention back to Jocelyn. “We’re gonna push, ok?” Jocelyn nodded and did as told, crying out as she did so. “There we go, good job. Keep going.”

The door opened and a man stepped in calling for Jocelyn. “What are you doing? What’s going on?” He asked.

“Baby’s coming. Get in here.” Lorelei told him.

“We’re, uh, helping, so just join in anytime.” Monroe said.

The man Lorelei was assuming was Vincent almost flew to Jocelyn’s side, taking over for Monroe. “Keep pushing, keep pushing.” Rosalee told Jocelyn.

“You are doing so good Jocelyn, baby’s almost here.” Lorelei said, remembering something she had seen in movies and tv shows.

“Alright, its coming.” Rosalee said. “Here it comes.”

And it did. The baby let out a cry as it entered the world, appearing to be fully woged, the same luminescence as their mother. Rosalee handed the baby over to the parents, as Lorelei and the others looked on in awe. Rosalee had Monroe grab the blanket before covering the baby. “We have a daughter.” Vincent said, happy tears running down his face.

Unfortunately, the happy moment was interrupted by the sound of a gun being cocked. “Yes, we do.” The voice came from a creepy looking guy, who had a shotgun pointed at them. “One big happy family.” Everyone was looking at him, not daring to move. “All I want is what I came for. You don’t have to get hurt, unless you want to.” Vincent and Monroe both woged. “Don’t be stupid.”

“What about me? What am I worth?” Rosalee asked, woging as she stood up.

The man’s eyes widened. “More than a blutbad.”

“What about a Grimm?” Nick asked, standing up.

“Or two Grimms?” Lorelei also stood up, facing the man.

The man looked horrified, but it was enough to distract him as Monroe tackled him through the wall of the cabin. The man got up first and re-entered, only to be met with Nick, holding his gun. Nick fired and the bullet hit him in the stomach. He stumbled backward, falling against the wall.

“How much are you worth?” Rosalee asked him, as Monroe stepped inside. The crying baby reminded them of the other couple. “What do we do with them?”

“What do we do with him?” Monroe asked, referring to the creepy dude, who was still fully woged.

“We gotta get them out of here.” Nick said, referring to Vincent, Jocelyn and the baby.

“Just get as far from here as you can.” Nick told them, once Jocelyn had recovered enough to be moved.

“Thanks for everything you guys did for us.” Vincent said, clearly grateful for the help they provided.

“Where are you headed?” Lorelei asked them.

“There’s a few of us left, in Alaska.” Jocelyn replied, looking down at her baby girl. Lorelei could see the love she had for the child. It was like all the pain was forgotten.

“Good luck.” Rosalee told them.

“And no more cows, guys.” Monroe called after them, as they got in the hunter’s truck.

Vincent helped Jocelyn and the baby into the passenger side, before moving to the driver’s seat. “Thanks again.”

Nick, Monroe, Rosalee and Lorelei watched as they drove away. “Do you think they found that guy?” Monroe asked.

Nick looked at his watch. “Should be there soon.” He said. “Hopefully before the drugs wear off.”

“They are in for quite the surprise if they do.”

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The Long Wait (Season 2) Chapter 14

One Angry Fuschbau

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

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A/N: The gang work to stop a wesen lawyer from influencing the jury of a murder case.

The next few weeks passed slowly. Lorelei had started to slowly let Sean back in. She’d started off with text messages and the occasional phone call. She wasn’t ready to go back to what they were, but she had to do something. Especially since she was going to be dropping a pretty big bomb on him. Lorelei was grateful that her pregnancy symptoms weren’t too bad. Some morning sickness (which did not just happen in the morning) here and there, lots of nausea and fatigue. Her boobs had started to swell, and she had to buy some new bras. Something else Lorelei was grateful for was that Nick hadn’t questioned why she was seeing an OBGYN. Lorelei was on Nick’s insurance since she was only part time at work. Nick had insisted she go on his insurance until she had finished her Masters. Lorelei was happy she didn’t have to worry as much, as Nick had pretty good insurance.

Lorelei had heard from Monroe and Rosalee that Juliette was starting to get her memories of Nick back, although she had asked that they keep it from him for the time being. That did change when Juliette insisting on seeing the trailer. Monroe hadn’t wanted to, but apparently Juliette had threatened to leave Portland, forgetting Nick once and for all. It hadn’t taken Nick long to agree to it. Monroe had taken Juliette to the trailer, which had only brought forward more memories and more questions. It was agreed that for now, they would give Juliette space, unless she asked for help.

One evening, Lorelei found herself at the spice shop with the rest of their little group, trying to find a way to stop a ziegevolk lawyer from using his pheromones to win a murder trial. They were looking through Rosalee’s books for answers.

“Here’s something about pheromone production using salamanders.” Hank commented, showing the book to Rosalee.

“No, gotta be toads.” Rosalee told him, as Monroe piped in.

“This one has a lengthy treatise on ziegevolk anatomy, but the author seems mostly interested in rehashing the old three versus four stomachs debate.”

Nick looked at him in surprise. “That’s a debate?”

“Oh, yeah.” Monroe replied.

“There is something here in the ziegevolk’s brain.” Rosalee said. “The geruck gland, which is below the hypothalamus, is unique to the ziegevolk and is devoted solely to regulating the release of pheromones through the sweat glands.”

“That’s how they utilise their pheromones so effectively.” Lorelei commented, as she moved closer to Rosalee to look at the book.

“What does it say about toads?” Nick asked.

“Nothing here, but it’s pretty obvious that when they eat certain amphibians it super stimulates this gland and sends the production and strength of the pheromone into overdrive, so this is our target.” Rosalee explained.

Hank looked at her. “So, how do we get to it?”

“We make a solution that neutralises that gland, which will stop him from producing pheromones, no matter how many toads he eats. Sort of a pheromone vasectomy, which will negate everything he’s told the jury.”

“Well, let’s do it.” Hank said.

“Ok.” Rosalee said, glancing back down. “Oh, oh no. There’s one unfortunate ingredient we need.”

“Should have seen that coming.” Monroe said, rolling his eyes.

“What is it?” Lorelei asked.

“Barry Kellogg’s sweat.” Was Rosalee’s reply. Everyone looked at her, no doubt wondering how they were going to obtain it.

Hank is the one who voiced that particular question. “How the hell do we get that?”

“First we find him, then we make him sweat.” Nick said.

Lorelei wasn’t part of their plan to get Barry Kellogg’s sweat. Rosalee sent her home after she kept falling asleep. She had tried arguing, but Rosalee gave her own Mom Look which led to Lorelei agreeing. Nick had commented that Lorelei must be really tired if she was giving in so easily. Lorelei had given him the one finger salute as she left. As Lorelei was walking to the elevator in the parking garage, she saw Sean waiting as well. He glanced up from his phone, smiling at her. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Lorelei said, returning the smile. “I heard you had an encounter with a Verrat agent.”

Sean nodded. “Yes, unfortunately.” He said as the elevator arrived and they got in. “Nick told you?”

Lorelei yawned before nodding. “Yep. Said to keep an eye out. Although, Verrat agents don’t have the greatest track record with me.”

Sean laughed. “So, I’ve heard. You were out with Nick?”

“Yeah. At the spice shop.” She told him. “Trying to find a way to neutralise a ziegevolk lawyer’s pheromones, to stop him for influencing the jury in a murder trial.”

Sean looked intrigued. “Which lawyer?” He asked.

“Uh, Barry Kellogg.” Lorelei replied, trying to stifle another yawn. “You know him?”

“I’ve heard of him. He always wins his cases. Guess I know why now.” Sean commented. He looked at Lorelei. “Did you find a way?”

Lorelei nodded as the elevator opened on her floor, they both stepped out and Sean walked her to her door. “Yeah. We found something. Rosalee sent me home because I kept falling asleep. The others are working on it.”

Sean gently brushed a strand of hair out her face. “You do look exhausted. Are you alright?”

“Yeah. I think I’m just a bit burnt out. I can’t wait for summer vacation. More free time, less stress.” She stifled another yawn. “I’m going to head to bed.”

“Yes, get some sleep. And try to take it easy.” Sean told her.

Lorelei nodded, turning to unlock her door. “Goodnight Sean.”

“Goodnight Lorelei.”

The next evening, Lorelei joined the group and Bud to celebrate their success in neutralising Kellogg’s pheromones and ensuring that justice was served. Bud had been recruited to help gain access to Kellogg and his sweat, while Hank and Nick than kept Kellogg busy while Monroe injected the toad with the potion. It truly was a group effort.

“If it wasn’t for what you did, I’d be part of setting a killer free.” Rosalee said, as Monroe filled their glasses with champagne.

“We saved some lives, Nidaria’s in jail.” Nick said.

“And Kellogg will never be able to set foot in front of a jury again without antagonising them.” Hank commented.

“I still can’t believe I stole a guys sweat.” Bud said with a smile.

They all laughed before clinck-ing their cups together and cheers-ing each other. The others all drank, however Lorelei didn’t. No one seemed to notice, except for Rosalee who gave Lorelei a strange look. Monroe stepped out when someone came into the shop. Rosalee went to join him. Suddenly they heard an angry voice and Rosalee shrieked. The rest of them piled out into the main shop to see what was happening. Monroe had woged and was throwing a man across the shop, into the shelves, before attacking him further. Nick ran up and pulled him off the man.

The man, who had also been woged, turned back. “You! You’re the one chased me.”

Monroe looked back at Nick. “He attacked Rosalee. So, you basically just saved this guy’s life.” Monroe wrenched himself out of Nick’s grip and went over to Rosalee.

The man, Kellogg, Lorelei guessed looked up at Nick. “You, you’re the cop.” He looked at Hank. “And you!”

Bud came running out then. “Hey, what’s going on?” He stopped and looked at Kellogg in surprise, as Nick handcuffed Kellogg. “Oh, boy. Hi. How you doing?”

“All of you. You all did this to me.” He said, looking around at all of them.

“Gonna be tough to prove in court.” Hank told him.

“You’re under arrest for assault.” Nick told him. “Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” He finished reading him his rights as he led him out the door.

Lorelei laughed. “I wonder if they’ll let him share a cell with his client.”

A/N: Another short one, Lorelei wasn’t involved in a whole lot. Rosalee is starting to get suspicious. Who do you think will find out first? Also, I am Australian, so I don't know a whole lot about the health insurance in the US so, I'm taking some creative liberties with it.

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The Long Wait (Season 2) Chapter 11 Secrets Revealed

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

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A/N: When an old acquaintance comes to town, Sean’s secrets start to reveal themselves. How will Lorelei react?

The rest of the year passed quickly. Lorelei was thankful Nick didn’t really need her help with wesen related cases. As the new year begun, Lorelei started feeling under the weather. She didn’t get sick very often, but when she did, she got hit hard. It didn’t manifest into a cold or the flu. Lorelei just put it down to burnout. She was busy trying to juggle everything. School, work, pets, friends, and family. And of course, spending time with her soulmate. Her relationship with Sean was going well. They were still keeping it a secret. Lorelei knew that she had to tell Nick before she told everyone else. However, things were not going to well with Juliette. Monroe had seen Juliette kissing a mysterious man in the spice shop. Apparently, they had come in for help, dealing with obsessive feelings. Monroe thought it may have something to do with Adalind’s spell. They were surprised when the ex-hexenbiest herself returned to Portland. She had made a visit to Hank before he ended up in the hospital. Someone had entered his home and beaten him. Nick eventually arrested Adalind, under suspicion of killing her mother. It seemed she was in town to get her hands on the key.

For the first time in a few months, Lorelei found herself helping her brother and Monroe out. Together they took down four hunjagers from the Verrat. Nick sent Lorelei and Monroe off with the murder weapons and some evidence. He later joined Monroe and Lorelei at Monroe’s house, bag in tow. Monroe offered to let Nick stay with him, for as long as he needed. He also was able to show them who had come into the spice shop with Juliette. The mystery man. Monroe showed them something he had recorded off the news. Lorelei frowned as she heard Sean’s voice come from the TV. Monroe stepped away from the TV and looked at them. Lorelei glanced at Nick, who was staring at the TV. “You know him, don’t you?” Monroe asked him.

Lorelei answered for him. “Yeah, that’s his boss. Captain Renard.” Lorelei wasn’t sure what to feel. This was the guy Monroe saw Juliette with. God, she felt sick.

“Your girlfriend and your boss?” Monroe asked, turning the TV. “That’s about as gnarly as it gets. Hey, wait a minute, where do you think you’re going.” Nick had started stalking towards the door. Monroe ran to stop him. “You’re not going where I think you’re going. Because if it were me, I would be going there, but you can’t.” Nick tried moving past him. “Nick, hold on. This is one of those pause, take a deep breath situations. Where you can’t be going off half full, or any other degree of cocked.”

“Monroe, move out of the way.”

“Nick.” Monroe pleaded.

“Now, please.” Nick continued trying to get to the door and Monroe kept trying to stop him. Eventually, Nick got out the door. Thankfully, his phone rang, and he was called into work. Unfortunately, it was for the quadruple homicide they had committed.

Nick headed off and Monroe came back in, looking at Lorelei in shock. “This is not going to end well.”

Lorelei shook her head. “No. It’s not.” She said faintly.

Lorelei did not sleep at all that night. She had left Monroe’s not long after Nick did, still in shock at finding out her boyfriend was sneaking around with her brother’s girlfriend. The only thing that made her feel better, was knowing that Adalind’s spell may have something to do with it. Nick and Monroe had gone to the spice shop, with Monroe finally figuring out what spell was used. They figured that Sean had been the one to wake Juliette. Was he wesen? Where did he fit into all of this? Thankfully, Rosalee would be returning. Lorelei was going to meet them at the spice shop.

Lorelei was cooking up some pancakes, figuring she needed something filling to get through the day. She had opted to take the day off. She was in no state to focus on school or work. Her phone rang as she was finishing up the batch. It was the number for the health clinic on campus. Lorelei had stopped in to see them a couple of days ago. They had done a blood test and would call her with the results. It was suggested that Lorelei may have strep or the flu. However, that was not the case. “Fuck.” Lorelei said, after the hung up the phone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

A knock on the door interrupted Lorelei’s breakdown. As Lorelei looked through the peephole, she was surprised. “I thought you were in jail.” Lorelei commented once she had opened the door.

“They had nothing, so I was let go.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I thought we should chat. You know, woman to woman.”

“You didn’t get enough of that with Juliette yesterday.” Lorelei said, wandering back towards the kitchen. Adalind Schade shut the door behind her before coming to stand on the opposite side of the kitchen island. “And, I don’t have the key.”

“Oh, I’m not here about that.” Adalind said. “But it would make things so much easier if you and your brother would just hand it over.”

Lorelei grabbed a plate out of the cupboard and place a couple of pancakes on it. “Pancakes?” She asked.

Adalind looked at her in surprise. “What?”

“You interrupted my breakfast. And its rude to eat in front of someone else. So, do you want pancakes?”

“Ah…sure. I could eat.” Adalind said, still looking surprised. She sat down at the island, as Lorelei slid the plate across to her.

“I also didn’t kill your mother. If that was your next question.” Lorelei told her, grabbing an extra knife and fork, placing them in front of the ex-hexenbiest and pain in their ass.

“That was my next question. It was Nick. Wasn’t it?” Adalind asked, reaching for the butter.

Lorelei shook her head. “Nope. Not him either.”

Adalind stared at her. “Then who was it?”

Lorelei was silent for a moment, debating whether to tell her. “It was my mother.”

“I thought your mother was dead.” Adalind asked, confusion clouding her face as she finished with the butter.

Lorelei took it from her. “So did we. But apparently not.”

“That must have been…shocking.” Adalind said slowly, adding syrup. “Why did she kill my mother?”

Lorelei shrugged. “I don’t know exactly what went down. She went over there to get answers about you. Things got out of hand…and, well, you know how it ended.”

“Where is your mother?”

Lorelei shrugged again, adding syrup to her own pancakes. “No idea. She left town.”

“Well, thanks for telling me.” Adalind said, looking surprised that Lorelei had been so forthcoming with information. She took a bite of her pancakes. “Wow, these are really good. Best I’ve ever had.”

“Thanks. So, you aren’t here for the pancakes. Why did you come here? I have a feeling it was for more than the key and your mother.”

Adalind nodded, swallowing her mouthful before she continued. “Let’s say I am here to…shine some light on why I did some of the things I did. And it has the added benefit of…screwing over a couple of people.”

Lorelei raised an eyebrow. “You going to give up who you were working for?” She asked.

“Mmhm. And you are going to be very shocked. Because, you know them. Quite personally, from what I’ve heard.”

“Is it the Royal that is supposed to be in Portland?” Lorelei was starting to get an idea of where this was going. She really wasn’t sure she wanted to know, but she had to know.

“It is. And I get the feeling you are starting to work it out.”

Lorelei sighed. “I think so. I need to hear you say it.”

“It’s Sean Renard.” Adalind told her. “He is the one who had me, and others attack your aunt. He was the one who had me put the spell on Hank, to force Nick into giving up the key. If it wasn’t for Sean, I never would have messed with the Grimms.”

Lorelei felt sick. She was struggling to believe it. Her soulmate had been plotting against them since the beginning. Is that why he started getting close to her? To get to the key, to use her for god knows what else? “So, Sean’s a Royal? And he’s the one who had Aunt Marie killed?”

Adalind nodded. “Yes. Sean Renard is the bastard son of King Frederick Renard, of the House of Kronenberg. His mother is also a hexenbiest.”

Lorelei looked at her. “Sean’s a hexenbiest as well?”

Adalind shook her head. “Males are called zauberbiests. But yes, Sean is half. A hybrid.” Lorelei looked down at her plate. She had completely lost her appetite. She did not know Sean at all. “If it makes you feel any better, I believe that Sean genuinely cares for you. He always made it clear I was to stay away from you.”

Lorelei glanced back up at her. “Not really, but uh, thanks for trying.” Lorelei sighed, running her hands through her hair. “My soulmate is a two-faced bastard…literally.”

Adalind’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re his soulmate?” She asked, looking shocked. “Wow…I never stood chance.” She said quietly. Lorelei looked at her questioningly. “Um, this is awkward, but the reason I did everything for him was because I was in love with him. I thought he loved me too, but he was just using me. Tossed me to the side when I was no longer useful.”

Lorelei couldn’t help but feel some empathy for the other woman. “What an asshole.” Lorelei commented.

“Yeah.” Adalind agreed. She looked at Lorelei. “What are you going to do?”

Lorelei shrugged. “I don’t know. I could break up with him, but it’s not that simple. Things just got a lot more complicated.”

“What? He knock you up?” Adalind joked. Lorelei let out a sigh and glanced down. “Oh…oh! Uh, that certainly does make things more complicated. Wow.”

Lorelei nodded. “Yeah. I actually just found out.” She ran her hands through her hair again. “Look, I know you could probably have some fun with this information. But could you, not tell anyone. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.”

Adalind nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I am an evil bitch. But I do have a heart. Plus, you’ve been nice to me. Even after everything I’ve done.”

“Thanks.” Lorelei said faintly. She glanced at her watch. “Look, I have to head out soon.”

“Yeah, I should head off as well. Thanks for the pancakes.” Adalind said, getting up and moving toward the door. She paused and turned to face Lorelei. “Be careful who you tell, about carrying Sean’s baby. The Royals are very interested in you and if they find out a Grimm is carrying a child with Royal blood…they are going to want both of you.”

“The Royals are interested in me?”

Adalind nodded. “They were asking a lot of questions about you specifically. I was told not to touch you. That they had plans for you.”

“Uh, thanks for the heads up.”

“Good luck Little Grimm. You’re going to need it.”

Lorelei arrived at the spice shop just after Rosalee, Nick, and Monroe had. “Rosalee, welcome back.” Lorelei said, hugging the fuschbau tightly.

“It’s good to be back.” Rosalee said, smiling down at her. She pulled away and moved onto business. “Now, the hexenbiest who came into the shop was Adalind’s mother, and she told your mom there was a Royal here in Portland. Then he must be the one she made the purification process for.”

“Ergo and hence, your captain is the Royal here in Portland.” Monroe said.

“The captain?” Nick asked, not looking as though he quite believed it.

“This purification process, which by the way is an excruciating ordeal, it would explain why he and Juliette are so drawn to each other Nick.”

“That would be the part this spell that nobody talked about.” Monroe added.

“Ok, so how do we stop this?” Nick asked, coming to lean against the counter.

“That’s what we have to find out here, and fast, because if this spell is allowed to progress much further, one of them is going to kill the other.” Rosalee advised them.

“Does anything not end in death?” Nick asked, sounding exasperated. Monroe and Rosalee confirmed that, yeah, most things could end in death. Nick sighed. “Ok, what am I looking for?”

“Anything with these ingredients.” Rosalee told them, placing the list in front of him.

The four of them started looking through Rosalee’s books, while Lorelei contemplated telling them about Adalind’s visit. She supposed she didn’t have to tell them everything. “Uh, guys. I gotta tell you something.”

They all looked at her. “What?” Nick asked.

Lorelei sighed. “I got a visit from Adalind this morning.”

“What! Why didn’t you say anything? Did she do anything to you?”

Lorelei shook her head. “No. But she did confirm that Renard is a Royal. And that he is half-wesen. A zauberbiest.”

“That explains the purification process.” Rosalee commented.

“Did you say half-wesen?”

“Renard is a wesen as well?”

“Yes, and yes.” Lorelei said to Nick and Monroe. “And that he is the one who had Aunt Marie killed and had Adalind spell Hank to get the key from us.”

“That…that…bastard.” Nick said.

“Yeah, he is a literal two-faced bastard.” Lorelei said dryly, trying to keep herself emotionally distant. She wasn’t allowing herself to think of Sean as anything other than the Royal who was plotting against them. It was the only way she was going to get through the day.

“Unbelievable.”

They continued looking through the books, trying to find something. A few hours passed, before Monroe found something. At first, he was a little unsure, but Rosalee confirmed it was the right one.

“Ok. It says there is a cure, possibly.” Rosalee said, taking the book from Monroe. “But…oh, it’s not easy.”

“Well, why?” Lorelei asked.

Rosalee looked up. “Cause it involves getting Juliette and your captain to take it, together.”

“I’ll make that happen.”

“Oh boy.” Rosalee said, as she continued looking at the book. “Oh boy.”

“Oh boy what?” Monroe asked, as Rosalee stepped back.

“It says we need the instrument of original infection.” Rosalee answered.

“Ok, the instrument of original infection would’ve been the cats’ claws.” Nick said.

“Exactly.” Rosalee said, although she was looking a little panicked.

Nick laughed. “Well, let’s get the cat. “He said, smiling at Rosalee.

Rosalee and Monroe exchanged a look, and the smile dropped from Nick’s face. “What happened to it?” And that is when Nick and Lorelei found out what had happened to the cat. “So, what do we do now?”

Rosalee put the book down in front of Monroe and pointed to the page. “This.” She said to Monroe.

He picked up the book, giving Rosalee a strange look as looked at it. A look of both recognition and some horror crossed Monroe’s face. He looked up at Nick. “Oh dude.”

They had just finished the potion for the purification process when Hank called to let Nick know that Renard had been hanging around Nick’s desk. Nick had raced out of the spice shop, stating Renard had taken something of his. Surely Nick hadn’t been stupid enough to leave the key in his desk, Lorelei thought to herself. And, as Lorelei later found out, her brother was stupid enough. Renard got his hands on the key. However, he ended up calling Nick to meet up.

A couple of hours later, Nick and Renard showed up, with Juliette. Renard looked at Lorelei, trying to catch her eye. She kept her gaze down, becoming very interested in a burn mark on the table. Rosalee whipped up another batch of the purification potion and handed it to Nick, who downed it. After he finished it, everyone watched carefully, waiting to see what happened. “That was it?” Nick asked.

“No.” Renard answered, and at that moment Nick doubled over in pain. “That’s it.”

“Nick!” Juliette cried, as Nick staggered over, falling to the ground. “This is crazy, what have you done?” She ran to Nick’s side, checking his pulse. “We have to do something.”

Renard, Rosalee, Monroe and Lorelei exchanged glances. They knew this was just the beginning for Nick. They just had to wait. Slowly, Nick’s skin started turning red as his breathing became laboured. Juliette was becoming more panicked.

“It’s part of the process he has to go through.” Rosalee told her.

“What process? I don’t understand any of this.”

“Juliette, he’s gonna be ok.” Monroe assured her.

“He doesn’t look ok. We have to call 911.”

Lorelei was now sitting with Nick’s head in her lap, gently holding a damp cloth to his forehead. “They can’t help him.” Renard told Juliette.

Juliette looked up at him, before looking around at the rest of them. “This is crazy. You’re all crazy.”

“It’s the only way to stop what’s going on between you and him.” Monroe said, referring to Renard. Lorelei still couldn’t bring herself to look at him. “You didn’t explain to her what we have to do here?”

“How can I explain something I don’t fully understand?”

Juliette stood up. “I’m calling an ambulance Monroe.”

“No, no, you can’t do that Juliette.” Lorelei said, grabbing her arm. “Listen, Nick’s my brother. The only family I have left.” She threw a dirty look in Renard’s direction, and he looked away, avoiding her gaze. He looked almost guilty. “You know I would never do anything to hurt him.”

Monroe stepped in. “He asked you here for a reason. Nick is doing this, for you.”

“I don’t understand why he has to go through this for me.”

“I know. A lot of this we’re never gonna be able to fully explain.” Monroe told her.

“Tell me the part you can explain.”

Monroe contemplated for a moment. “Remember that cat that scratched….”

“Oh my god, I don’t want to hear anything about the cat.” Juliette said, walking away from them. “If anyone else tries to blame all of this on the cat, my head is going to explode.”

While Monroe tried to calm Juliette down, Renard knelt beside Nick. “You know what he’s going through.” Rosalee stated.

“Yeah.”

“How long did it take to come out of it?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t even know where I was until I woke up.”

“You know how you have feelings for Captain Renard and can’t explain where they came from.” Monroe was explaining to Juliette. “Like you just woke up one day and you were crazy about someone you barley knew. Is that about right?”

“Yeah.”

“There are a lot of things in the human body, hormonal and chemical, that can trigger these inexplicable, emotional nuclear meltdowns. And what we’re dealing with is sort of a pheromone gone wild…fiasco. All we’re attempting to do is to reverse the pheromonal behaviour before something even worse happens.”

Nick’s face had returned to its normal colour and he started coughing. “Ok, he’s coming out of it.” Rosalee told them.

“Nick.” Lorelei said, removing the cloth from his forehead.

“Nick, can you hear us?” Rosalee asked, as Juliette joined them. Nick kept coughing and started to sit up, Lorelei and Rosalee helping him. “Don’t get up too fast.”

“Thirsty.” He said, still coughing a little. Juliette and Rosalee helped Nick stand up. Renard reached to help Lorelei up, but she smacked his hand away. She didn’t miss the hurt look that crossed his face, however for her own state of mind, she didn’t dwell on it.

They got Nick seated, as Monroe handed him a glass of water. “Ok, so that’s it.” She noticed the look on Rosalee’s face. “What?”

“There is one more thing the two of you have to do. Come with me.” Rosalee gestured for Juliette and Renard to follow her.

Nick tried to follow them. But Monroe stopped him. “And there is one more thing you need to do.”

The final stage involved Nick’s blood, although it was decided that Juliette and Renard didn’t need to know that part. Rosalee handed over the potion to them. “This better work.” Renard said, before drinking it.

“Now what?” Juliette asked.

“Hopefully, this will eradicate the intense desire you two have for one another and put you back in a more normal and even emotional state. But we’ll have to wait and see.”

“Well, I’m not waiting here. I’m going home. Alone.” Juliette said, before leaving.

The remaining five looked at each other. “Well, I think the alone was a step in the right direction.” Monroe commented, trying to be optimistic.

Nick got up and went to follow her. “I better follow and make sure that she stays, alone.” He directed towards Renard before leaving.

“And if this doesn’t work?”

“I wish I knew.” Rosalee admitted.

A/N: So, Sean’s secrets and deception have come to light. What will that mean for our favourite couple? What do you think will happen? And do you think the pregnancy is a too much? Should I have waited? If you want to be added to the taglist, comment below.

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