Grimm (TV Series SI)

With telling Monroe about myself…at least myself from these new memories I feel better overall, as talking to him allowed me to get a lot of what I feel off of my chest, even though I didn't really talk about how I died, it was a cathartic release of stress though talking about being an Alchemist and about the memory of my new mother disappearing on me.

It also seems to have humanized me to Monroe and made him more accepting of me…seeing that I was just a human with issues like every other human on the planet and not another boogyman from the horror stories his parents told him before bed as a child.

"So…would you want to learn more about Wesen? I'm not an expert mind you but I can tell you things to look out for." Monroe asks and says to me and though I appreciate I'm not trying to be Nick and use him for information or put his life in danger all the time.

"Nah man, I mean my mom taught me some stuff about Wesen not a lot mind you mostly how certain parts can be used in making really powerful potions and enchantments.

Though I'll admit part of me didn't really believe her about you guys being real, I mean sure I'm able to enchant clothing to be bullet resistant but people that hold some similarities to creatures of myth and legend being real…that always sounded too fantastical to be real.

I'm kinda glad to know she wasn't crazy…I guess, I should have enchanted a ring to reveal what's hidden sooner, but even with knowing about Wesen, it's not gonna change how I see people, everyone wears a mask you guys…Wesen I mean, just literally have two visages. I'm also not gonna turn into some psychopath going around killing Wesen to turn them into potions or enchanting ingredients." I wave Monroe's offer off and he looks at me a little weirdly before smiling, and letting out a sigh of relief.

"This is pretty cool, I know an Alchemist…granted I can't tell anyone but it's still cool." At Monroe's exclamation I feel a little uncomfortable.

"Monroe, want to see something cool?…" I ask him while trailing off and Monroe's mouth moves to ask me what I mean by that when I make the coffee mug I'm nursing some Irish Coffee from, disappears from my hands and into my inventory.

"Uhh, did you just make my favorite mug disappear?" Monroe asks while glaring at my now empty but cupped together hands, they look like I am still holding a coffee mug in my hands.

"Yup." I say back to him with a small bit of amusement in my voice, before willing it back into my hands, making Monroe flinch in his chair a bit.

"That's not stage magic…right?" Monroe asks me and I shake my head no.

"No, it's not…I can do other things too…like when I was a kid…I played with matches and lighters."

"Yeah, my cousins and I would play around like that…until my uncle caught us…sometimes I still feel sore from where his and my dad's belt hit us." Monroe admits and takes a heavy draft of his coffee, I lay my arm out on the table palm up and will my Alchemic flame into being a loud Banging! sound echoes in the kitchen from Monroe's legs hitting the underside of the table as he jumps out of his chair.

"HOlY HELL, You just…you just summoned the fires of Hell!" Monroe exclaims while skidding the chair back across the tile floor as he gets up quickly and runs over to inspect.

"Fires of hell?" I ask Monroe curiously as I take a napkin and hold it in the flame, neither my hand nor the paper product burn because I don't want the fire to burn anything.

"Man that's cool…and yeah the stories about the Alchemist would paint your guy's blue fire as the flames of hell…because you could make it burn us…without actually burning us…boil our blood and all sorts of really scary shit." Monroe says and I fold in on myself a bit.

"Sorry…man, I had no idea." I mutter an apology to Monroe while looking down into my mug,

feeling a bit down as I thought the fire was cool but to Monroe it is a twisted thing of nightmares.

"It's alright…I'm realizing that the stories may just have been stories." Monroe says and he sounds more amused and stunned now than afraid he sits back down at the table.

"You know I'm starting to feel like the normal one here." Monroe says as he sits back down at the table, and I don't know why but it makes me laugh, "Okay Dogboy." I joke and Monroe laughs, "Excuse me it's Dogman, Dogman…I'm clearly not a boy." He jokes back and starts laughing as well, and I look up from my mug, these new abilities and my new living situation.

It all seems so much easier to take in stride with a friend like Monroe around to talk to/hang out with, I can kinda see why Nick relied on him so much especially in the beginning.

"So I'm almost afraid to ask…but can you do anything else cool?" Monroe asks me, making me smirk, "Well…I mean you know I can make these nifty magic potions for all sorts of things…or I can…" I say and grab out one of the mood rings I stashed in my pocket and channel my will into it to make a storage ring, I can tell that due to the quality of metal and synthetic stone combined with my lack of experience that the ring can only store about as much as an average storage unit that you would rent at a storage lot.

"Here try this, it's got about the same space as a storage unit." I say to him and Monroe tries out the ring and he turns pale at the sight of his mug disappearing.

"You really are a descendant of that family…the alchemists…the enchanters…I thought you guys were made up…like the Grimms…" Monroe murmurs while trailing off every few seconds before continuing.

"Grimm's?" I ask Monroe to pull him out of his funk, while keeping my voice soft and luckily it seems to pull him out of his frightened state, he smiles an uneasy but recovering smile.

"Grimm's, the main boogymen for Wesen children, they hunt us…and your ancestors they're an offshoot of the Grimms most used to help the Grimms hunt us, most stories say that the Alchemists made potions for the Grimm's that made them stronger, faster, potions that could cure any physical wound except death…and so on…enchanters well…I never really heard much about them at all…I didn't really believe any of the stories until now." Monroe murmurs, while I also feel a chill run down my spine

'Is this a repercussion of the boon did it have to write this into the universe to balance me out? Am I going to be hunted for what I can do? Am I going to be forced into aligning with a faction just to stay alive?' I wonder, the pleasant feelings I had from just hanging out with my friend, chilling are almost completely driven from me, replaced by cold worry.

"Look, I don't know if any of what I just said is real or not. It's just a carry over from bedtime stories my mother would tell me to scare me into being good, so take it all with a grain of salt…do you think I could see you make a potion sometime? It sounds really cool." Monroe says wanting to change the atmosphere that has fallen over both of us.

"I uhh wouldn't mind but it…I don't really have any supplies right now to make them and…when I do make them it's kinda like my body just does what it needs on its own with the ingredients." I mix some truth and lies together and Monroe nods consideringly.

"You don't have any food in your RV at all do you?" Monroe asks while looking at me with a very serious expression on my face almost like a protective big brother and I look away from him feeling a little uncomfortable at his knowing look.

Monroe sighs and changes the subject, "You know you could also be part Zauberbiest…what you can do almost sounds like Zaubertränke…" Monroe mumbles half-heartedly

"Zauberbiest?" I ask Monroe and he smirks at me.

"Thought you didn't need to learn anymore about Wesen?" Monroe jokes making me roll my eyes at him.

"They're pretty strong…super speed, super strength, telekinesis, magic, illusions and so on them and Hexenbiests the female version of Zauberbiests, are real nasty Wesen best to stay away from them especially if you're a descendant with such a diluted bloodline that you don't woge…or else you'll end up an ingredient in one of their rituals or…potions."

"Great…I kinda wish we never started this conversation now…can I go back to being naive about all of this?" I ask Monroe half joking half serious Monroe looks at me a little guiltily but shakes his head no.

"No, you know now…you can't unknow it." He tells me patiently like I'm a small child.

"Dick." I joke and Monroe laughs.

"Sorry, we all have to grow up sometime." Monroe jokes back and I summon my fire back to my hand and hold my hand like I'm going to throw a fireball at him but without any intent to actually do so Monroe plays along and makes to move like he's going to dive out of his chair and away from the table.

We both break out into laughter at that. We both sigh as our laughter tapers off, "Well, thanks for this Monroe, I should probably let you get back to work." I thank him genuinely for being here for me and now I'm feeling better, even if my situation seems even more tempestuous than before with the knowledge of the Alchemists.

"I should, you can…you should hang out here, you can stay as long as you'd like…you probably should crash here, I put enough whiskey in our mugs that you definitely shouldn't be driving…even though you don't seem to be affected by it all that much." Monroe says showing even more how much of a true friend he is.

"You sure I won't be in the way?" I ask him and he just chuckles.

"Nah, make yourself at home…just don't eat all my Oreos…and use a coaster when putting a drink down on the coffee table, I'm heading back to work." He says to me as he gets up from the table and goes to his home office and begins working.

"Oreos hmm…" I hum as I get up and start rummaging through the cupboards and find a family sized mega stuffed package of Oreos.

"Time to be a fat kid." I say while smirking and I can swear I hear Monroe sighing and muttering there goes my Oreo's.

"Oh hey, if you need or want to make potions feel free to do so, I have some empty essential oil bottles vials rings under the sink!" Monroe shouts to me from his office and I can help but smile at how cool this guy is.

"Thanks, Monroe...I think I will whip up a few things...right after I eat all your Oreos!" I holler back a soft chuckle slipping out of me as I swear I can hear Monroe muttering something along the lines I shouldn't have mentioned that I had Oreos.