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Chapter Six

Chapter Six

There was a pounding on her door. She didn’t answer it, didn’t go to look to see who it was. It didn’t matter who it was, it was no one good. She knew that without a shadow of a doubt because right now she didn’t have a friend in the world. There was not one person in the god-forsaken world who would want to talk to her right now, that she would want to talk to. She ignored the increasing insistence of the knocking. She wondered if she could call the cops. It might help, but it might not. Nick had influence and so did Sean. Even if she called the cops it would be easy enough for Sean to intervene, say that Adalind had been causing trouble and she was lying, no matter what she said. The knocking stopped. There was a sound, and she knew what was coming. She grabbed her cellphone off the table and began to dial as the door opened. She moved back holding one hand up to her intruder while the call went through.
“Do you think that’s going to make a difference?” His smile was twisted and unkind while he reached for her. She stumbled back, and he followed her, grabbed the phone from her hand and held it up to his ear listening to the voice on the other side.
“This is Burkhardt; I was in the area when I saw something happening. I’ve got it covered; I’ll call if I need backup.” With that he hung up the phone and threw it down on the counter. It was just them now.
“What do you want from me?” Her voice was desperate; she didn’t try to hide her fear. There was no point. But she didn’t understand why he was here. He had already taken everything from her. She had nothing left.
He took a step closer to her, and she took a step back. She backed away until she felt the wall at her back. He stalked towards her slowly; everything about him spoke to the predator that she now understood he was. She had thought she was in control, she had thought she could manipulate him and play him. But now she understood she had never been in control. He was her natural enemy, and all she had done was make him hate more than he had before. She had played with forces she couldn’t control and now it was her turn to pay. Her hand slid back along the counter trying to feel for a knife or something to defend herself with. His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her.
“I want to know what you did to me.” He spoke slowly, leaning in. “Tell me what you did.”
“You know what I did. And what does it matter now, Rosalee fixed you. It’s over now, why won’t you just leave me alone?”
“Not that. What did you do me since then? There’s something wrong with me, and you have to be the cause. You need to fix me. Now.”
She shook her head in denial to his words and to the whole situation. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t do anything to you. I couldn’t do anything to you. I don’t have my powers anymore, you made sure of that. If there’s something wrong with you then it has nothing to do with me.”
“No. It has to be you. It’s like before, I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re in my head, in my dreams. I can’t get rid of you. It’s like you’re there all the time. I can’t look at anyone else; all I can think of is you.”
Her eyes widened at that. Is that what this was about? She felt a small thrill in the pit of his stomach, something deep that had been growing in her since she first saw Nick. Something she had desperately wanted to deny. It couldn’t be real, what she felt, it couldn’t be real. But if Nick felt it too she might be able to use it to her advantage.
“Maybe… Maybe it’s not me. Maybe it’s not obsession or spells. Maybe it’s something else. Nick, I think it might be love.” It was a stretch, and she held her breath for a beat while she waited for an answer. She saw surprise then suspicion pass over his features.
“This isn’t love. Do you even know what love is?” His voice was sharp. She had betrayed him. It struck her with an unexpected force. She had put him under her spell, manipulated and twisted him. But somewhere in there the spark of something deep and real had been ignited. And when he found out what she had done it had been a betrayal. She thought of the way she felt about Sean. That hadn’t been love, it had been something deep and intense, but never love. But he was wrong; she did understand what love was. It had taken her a long time to understand, but she finally knew.
Her free hand went to her stomach in an unconsciously protective gesture. “Yes, I think I do.” His eyes narrowed, and she wondered if he thought she was playing him again. “Nick, tell me what you want me to do. Tell me how to fix this.”
“Tell me the truth, that’s all I want.” There was an impossibly deep hurt in his voice when he spoke to her. She hated herself for causing him that pain and in that moment she would have done anything to take it away.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. That’s the truth. I didn’t do anything to you, not since you took away my powers, I can’t. You are the only person who has ever been good to me and I ruined all of that. If I could take it back I would. Please, Nick, I’m sorry.” She wanted to pretend she was playing him still. She wanted to believe she was telling him what he wanted to know to keep herself safe. But everything had been taken away from her, and for the first time she was beyond games or lies. Nick had seen a side of her she had never let anyone see before. It might already be too late to salvage anything between them, but all her deceits had been stripped away and perhaps for the first time she was being honest. She reached her free hand up towards him but hesitated a moment before reaching out to press her palm against his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch and for a moment she could feel the weight of everything she could have had with him. But then the moment was gone, and he pulled away.
She took his hand then and placed it over her stomach, for a moment she thought he was going to pull away again, but she placed her hand over his. “Nick, I’m pregnant. And it’s yours. I know it wasn’t what either of us planned to happen, but I want this child. And I want you. Please, forgive me, if not for my sake, for the sake of our child.”
He no longer looked angry, he just looked empty.
“If you’re lying…”
“I’m not I swear.”
He was studying her carefully and for a moment she thought he might just leave, leave her alone with her pain and her guilt.
“Why should I trust you? Even without your powers you can still do damage to me, to those I care about.” She hated that she was no longer a part of the latter category.
The fear that had started ebb away began to creep back in.
“What are you going to do?” She tried to keep her voice steady but she could hear the way it shook.
“I don’t know. I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t think straight when it comes to you.” He looked lost and in that moment she could see the Nick she loved. He wanted to do the right thing, he just didn’t know what it was.
He looked down at the place where their hands had joined. There were connected now, in a way that neither of them had ever expected.
“If you believe nothing else, believe in this.” She wasn’t sure he would even believe her, but the anger was gone, leaving only pain behind. She hated seeing her Grimm like this and she hated herself for being the one who caused that pain.
She reached her hand up again and cradled his cheek, this time he didn’t pull away from her touch. “I know I hurt you, but I can make it better. Stop fighting against what you know you want. I can give you what you want. I can make the pain go away.” She leaned up, slowly, hesitantly; she still wasn’t sure how he would react. But he was still and made no move to stop her. She closed the distance between them and pressed her lips against his in a soft kiss. He grabbed her arm and for a moment she thought he intended to push her away. Instead he pulled her in crushing their lips together in a painful kiss. He pulled her body hard against his and she went willingly. He wasn’t gentle and she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Crazy in Love Chapter Five

Chapter Five

The next few days passed in a sort of haze for her. Nick told her that he had told Rosalee and Monroe that they were together and unsurprisingly, they weren’t too keen on them being together. Nick couldn’t seem to understand why. In his mind they were perfect together, and he didn’t know why his friends weren’t being more supportive.  It was a good thing; he needed to be cut off from them.  If anyone could find a way to break the spell she had cast on him, it would be Rosalee.   Her and Nick were always together.  He went with her whenever he was free, and called her when he was at work.  He had initially suggested not going at all so he could stay with her and protect her.  But she had insisted, ostensibly because what he did was important, and the precinct needed him.  But the reality was if he started skipping work, people would notice.  And it would do no one any good if people started getting suspicious over what was going on between them.
She used the time he was at work to search his house for the key his Aunt had had in her possession and that must surely be in his.  But she couldn’t find anything in his home.  And he wouldn’t tell her where his trailer was, he didn’t want her involved in side of his life.  He thought it was too dangerous for her, little did he know she wasn’t the one that needed protecting.
Sean was growing increasingly impatient with her lack of progress.  Not more than a week into her experiment he had summoned her to the precinct.  She had told him not to show up at her place anymore, it would be hard to explain to Nick if he saw Sean at her place.  She had only deigned to show up to tell him exactly how far gone with her the Grimm was.
“Have you made any progress at all?” Sean asked, not trying to hide the scepticism in his voice.
“Yes, the Grimm is quite taken with me.  He’s been my shadow, wherever I am, he isn’t far behind.  He has already attested that he will do anything for me.”  If she sounded smug, she had a right to be.
Sean didn’t look at her, sorting through papers on his desk as if she was of little consequence to him.
“But have you made any practical progress?  Nick is a cop, convincing him to help the helpless is hardly an accomplishment.  Has he told you anything, have you seen his trailer yet?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact.  I’d share, but after the way you doubted me, I’m not feeling particularly inclined to share with the class.”
Sean looked up, his eyes narrowed.  “You’re lying.  My mother is a powerful hexenbeist, she taught me how tell when someone is lying to me.  Don’t try to play me Adalind that is a game you will not win.”
“Fine.”  Her voice was venomous, “I need more time.  He’s gotten it into his head that he needs to protect me.  He isn’t willing to involve me in anything that might put me in harm’s way, and apparently that includes all things Grimm.  It is only a matter of time until I have exactly what I want.”
“Are you even looking?  Or have you become trapped in your own web and fallen for Nick?”
“No, of course not.  Don’t be ridiculous.”  Her denial came a beat too late, and Sean was too smart to have missed the hesitation.
“I’m done with this.  I shouldn’t have let you do this at all.  I’m ending it.”
“And how do you expect to do that?”  Without knowing what she gave Nick to make him fall for her, there was only one way to break the spell.  And even Sean wouldn’t go that far.
“That is none of your concern.  You tried it your way and failed, as I predicted.  Leave it to me.”
Adalind all but rolled her eyes at that.  It didn’t matter what Sean thought, her plan wasn’t working out as she wanted, she would get what she wanted, and it would only take time.  Adalind left Sean to whatever Machiavellian plot he was no doubt cooking up.  She tried to catch a glimpse of Nick on her way out, but as she suspected he was nowhere to be seen.  She had figured Sean wouldn’t have called her in unless Nick was safely off making the world a safer place.
She found that increasingly she thought about Nick, she dreamed about him at night. The only time she felt right was when they were together.  She would get what she wanted in time, she just wasn’t positive that what that was anymore.
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She paced the length of her apartment, thinking about what Sean had said.  She didn’t want to admit that he had gotten to her.  But she knew he was clever enough and vindictive enough that he was someone she didn’t want as an enemy.  She had been skirting the line by outright going against him.  But as long as she got results he would come around in the end.  Her continued failure meant Sean had no reason to tolerate her anymore.  She wondered what he was going to do, how he planned on “ending” her involvement with the Grimm.  It hadn’t escaped her that he intended to end her.  Or the Grimm.  She wasn’t sure which bothered her more.
When she heard the key turn and saw Nick in the doorway she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.
“Nick, welcome home.  I was getting worried about you.”  She tried kept her voice calmer than she felt; she didn’t want him to see how scared she had been.  “I saw Sean today, and I think he’s going to come after us.  He can’t stand seeing us together, and I’m worried what he might do.”
Nick locked the door behind him and put down his keys, taking his gun out of the holster and setting it down as well, before he finally looked at her.
“He called me in to his office today.  He told me things about you, about you’re past.  I think he was trying to scare me.”
She wanted to tell him it was all lies, but it was likely true.  She doubted there were any lies Sean could come up with would be worse than the truth.  “What he said…”
“I don’t care if it is true or not.  I know you, Adalind.  I know the real you.  I don’t care what you’ve done or who were you before.  That doesn’t matter anymore.”
She froze, that was not what she had been expecting.  It looked like her Grimm was full of surprises.  “You don’t care?  Nick, there’s something you should know.”
“You don’t have to be defined by your past.   Rosalee was a drug addict, and Monroe, well to be honest I don’t want the details of what Monroe used to do.  But they aren’t those people anymore.  They don’t have be held back by their past.  And the fact that Sean thought I would hate you because of what you might have done before only goes to show that he doesn’t know you like I do.”
It was such a beautiful sentiment; she wished that she could believe him.  Perhaps he believed it, but she knew better.  People only cared for her to the degree that she was useful, and she returned the favour.  She didn’t believe anyone could care for her without wanting something in return, but perhaps she could pretend; if only for a little longer.
He put his hand in hers and pulled her in against him, kissing her.  She felt herself relaxing into him, when she was close to him, it felt like nothing else mattered, only they existed.
There was sharp copper taste of blood on his tongue and she pulled away too late.  She stumbled back, already feeling something happening.  She touched her lip and her hand came away red, it was his blood.  Had this all been a long con for him, had he done all of this just to get close to her, to do this to her?
She felt his hands on her, steadying her, and she tried to pull away, but he held her fast.
“Adalind, I’m sorry.  I know you don’t understand, but it’s going to be okay.  I talked to Rosalee, she said Sean did something to you.  He gave you something, and my blood was the only way to cure you.  It’s going to be okay.”
She fell into him all the strength leaving her.  It felt like she was being ripped apart from the inside out.  “I’ll do anything to protect you,” Nick’s voice sounded like it was coming from a great distance.  “I love you.”  It was the last thing she heard before the darkness took her.
Chapter Six
She took a desperate breath as she came too.  The warmth of Nick’s grasp was gone, and she was lying alone on the cold floor.  She felt different, as if she had died and come back incomplete.  Her hexenbeist was dead.  She was human now.  “Nick…” She didn’t know if she was calling him or accusing him now.  She was alive, but she felt empty where her hexenbeist had been ripped out of her.  She pulled herself into a sitting position and looked up to see the Grimm standing over him.
“I can’t believe I was so blind.”  There was no warmth in his voice.  “You did this me, you tricked me and lied to me, and drugged me.  I guess Rosalee was right, my blood was the only way to break the spell.  I can’t believe I thought I was saving you, that you needed to be saved at all.”
He looked at her like she was a monster, and maybe she was.  She didn’t try to stop him when he turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
She pulled herself up, and reached for her phone.  Right now all she wanted was to hear a familiar voice, talk to someone who didn’t hate her.  She dialled the number and her call was picked up almost immediately.
“Mother.  Something happened.”
“Adalind, what happened?”
She explained everything, what she had done, what Sean had wanted, what Nick had done.  Once she stopped talking there was a long silence on the other end.
“How could you let this happen to you?  How were you careless enough not to anticipate this possibility?”
“I think… I think I was starting to fall for him.  I never thought he would do anything like this.  I guess I wasn’t thinking.”
“I thought I taught you better than that.  Love is a weakness.  Fortunately, it is not a weakness that we both share.”  And with that the line went dead, leaving Adalind alone.

Crazy in Love Chapter Four

Chapter Four

She pulled the man into her apartment. She didn’t know his name; Sean had mentioned it once, and the man had probably introduced himself. But she hadn’t cared enough to listen. He didn’t matter. He was just a prop to be used. It had been Sean’s idea, to have a man come into her apartment; it was meant to make Nick jealous, furthering his obsession. She hated to admit it, but it was a good idea. The man, whatever his name was, leaned down and kissed her. It was an effort, and a testament to her acting abilities, to not pull away, to instead respond in kind. She pulled away after a moment and led him past the window, down the hall into her bedroom. She knew Nick was outside watching. Once in the bedroom she sighed, annoyed that they would have to be alone together. She looked at the time and debated how long it would before she could kick the man out of her apartment. It was supposed to be convincing if she wanted Nick to believe this was a real liaison.
“You know…” the man was speaking. Oh good. He planned to fill the dull silence with evener duller conversation. “If we need this to be convincing, we could do it for real. We need to do something to pass the time, anyway.” He gave her a big bad wolf smile as he leaned in, putting one arm on the bed next to her. When he leaned in to kiss her, she shoved him hard, making him stumble.
“I’d rather kiss a toad!” She didn’t try to hide the disgust in her voice.
His lascivious look turned to one of anger at her words. “You bitch!” Before she could react, the man was being slammed against the wall. She knew Nick had been watching, would be jealous, but she had never expected him to go so far.
“Get out.” Nick’s voice was a low growl and the other man began to protest. But when Nick let him go he had the good sense to get out while he still could.
Nick turned to Adalind then, “Who was he?”
“No one important.” She answered honestly. Nick still looked murderous, and she decided he needed further assurance, “He was a work acquaintance. He said he needed to come over to discuss a case. I guess he had other ideas in mind. He won’t be coming around anymore, I can promise you that.”
Nick nodded, apparently satisfied. She patted the side of the bed next to her in invitation, not that Nick seemed to need it. He was already moving towards her, leaning over her. She leaned into it when he leaned down to kiss her.
“You’re mine.” His voice was low and gruff, and she wound her hand into his shirt to pull him back in.
“Always.” She wondered why it felt so right to say. She didn’t know when this had stopped feeling like a game, and like something else. But at that moment she had more important thing to worry about.
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She laid in bed with her head resting against his chest. His breathing was a hollow echo.
“Nick, I don’t want there to be any secrets between us. I know you know about the seven keys. I don’t know what the keys lead to, but I know there is a lot of important people who want them. I’ve heard that you Aunt Marie might have had one of them. You’d tell me if you knew something about that, wouldn’t you?” He was putty in her hands. He would give her the world, all she had to do was ask.
“I don’t want you involved in that.” His voice was firm, broaching no argument.
She sat up, looking at him; it wasn’t an answer, at least not the one she had expected. “Nick…” She started, but he cut her off.
“That part of my life is too dangerous. I don’t want you involved in the keys, or anything that has to do with anything that might put you in danger. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, and I’m not going to put you in harm’s way.”
“Trust me, I can take of myself. And I’ll be better equipped to do that if you tell me everything you know about those keys.”
“I can’t lose you Adalind, I won’t. I’ll keep you safe, no matter what it takes. A lot of people are after those keys, a lot of dangerous people. The less involved you are the better.”
No one had ever tried to protect her before. It was an unfamiliar feeling to have someone want to protect her, not use her towards their own ends. The spell should have made him obsessed with her and made him pliable to her will. It looked like there was more to the Grimm than she had realized. This might be more difficult than she had anticipated.

Crazy in Love Chapter Three

Chapter Three

She put her head back, her blonde hair moving around her shoulders. She ran her hand down his arm. “I’ve wanted you. Wanted this.” Her voice was soft as she took his hand and started to lead him. He could smell her perfume as she pushed him back onto the bed. He wanted to be with her, close to her, she could see it in the way he looked at her. He pulled her down on top of him and rolled them over so he was on top of her.
The alarm blared waking her from her dream. Sleep clung to her and it took an effort to pull herself out of it. She could almost feel Nick beside her as she reached for her phone to turn off the alarm. She tried to put the dream out of her head as she headed to the shower to get ready for work. The water ran, and she tried to get Nick out of her head. She tried to drown it out, but it was like he was still there with her. It felt less like a dream and more like a memory. She wasn’t supposed to be the one effected by the Grimm. She supposed she should take it as a good sign. If she was feeling like this then the Grimm must be going crazy for her.
She came out of the shower, her hair dripping wet, a towel wrapped around her, affording her a modicum of privacy. There was someone there in the room; she could smell the lingering scent of his cologne. She could almost feel his presence, lurking nearby in the shadows, a prey sense, alerting her to the presence of a predator. She pretended not to notice. It was a game to her, letting him pretend that he was in control, that he had gotten the drop on her. She made her way into the living room and she heard his steps as he followed her, finally revealing himself.
“Sean, you surprised me. I had no idea you were there.” She didn’t bother trying to sound surprised. It was a game to her, but one she was already bored playing.
“How has your progress been going with your plan?” Sean asked, the animosity in his voice was not lost on her. As far as he was concerned she had botched the whole thing, and what happened next was on her.
She pulled her towel a little more securely around her. She wondered what he would do if she just dropped it right then and there. Perhaps that would be enough to break the careful facade he put up. It was almost intriguing enough to try.
“It’s going well, he’s rather taken with me, if I do say so myself. It won’t be long before he will be offering me anything I want. You should have more faith in me; I do know what I’m doing.” Sean didn’t need to know that her most recent interaction with the Grimm had ended with an implied threat. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that her plan would work.
“You better. I’d hate to have to be forced to fix this mess.” Sean’s voice was hard, and she knew he meant it as a threat. She bristled at the implications. Did he think she was such a screw up that she would ruin everything?
“Why don’t you just leave the thinking to me? Manipulating men is my specialty; I’ve had plenty of practice.” She looked at him knowingly, letting the full implications of her words sink in.
He reacted before she could move. He grabbed her in a painful grip and pulled her towards him. It appeared that she had crossed the line by implying that he too was under her spell.
“This could end badly for all of us. You had one task, and you couldn’t even do that. If you want to play these games then that’s on you. But if this ends in disaster you might not like what I have to do to clean up the pieces.” His voice was as hard as his grip, and she tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t allow it. She pulled away again, harder this time and he let her go. She didn’t respond as he turned to go, slamming the door behind him on his way out.
She stood still for a moment, thinking about what he had said. There was no way this could end badly. She knew what she was doing, she had everything under control. It was Sean who would learn to regret ever doubting her.
She pulled the shades closed, but before she did she peered out into the darkness, trying to confirm what she already suspected. A car was parked across the street, the driver was shrouded in shadow but she already knew who it was. She smiled to herself as she closed the curtains.

Crazy in Love Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Adalind waited a few days, gave her spell time to take effect, she wasn’t in any hurry. She would get what she wanted. Her cellphone vibrated on the counter and she wondered if it was the Grimm. When she looked down, she was disappointed to see it was Sean. She pressed ignore. She knew what he was going to say, and she didn’t need to hear it. He hadn’t heard from her in a few days and he didn’t like having anything out of his control. But this wasn’t his plan anymore, it was hers. She was the one in control. She was done letting others make decisions, not when she was clearly knew better than all of them. Her phone vibrated again, it was Sean again. She hit ignore again. He couldn’t take a hint, it would seem. Almost immediately his name reappeared on the screen. He wasn’t going to stop calling her. She sighed; there was nothing she could say that would appease him. But in time he would learn to have more faith in her. Or he wouldn’t. Either way, she was done listening to him. She set his ring tone to silent. Problem solved, at least for the time being. She smiled to herself, Sean had underestimated her. That was a mistake he would only make once.
She waited what she suspected would be a decent amount of time, three days to be exact, and then hung around outside a coffee shop she had seen Nick frequent. She waited until he was coming through the door and then she “accidentally” walked into him, spilling her coffee down the front of his shirt.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t even see you there.” She grabbed napkins off the table beside her and started to rub at his shirt, at first he was smiling and started to tell her not to worry about it. He was all grace and charm. She saw the moment he realized who she was. His smile fell away and turned instead into the anger she was familiar with from him. He grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her away from him. People were looking at them and she knew Nick wouldn’t do anything to her. Not here at least. He was a Grimm, and she was a hexenbeist, and the significance of that was starting to take effect in him. But right now they were in public and he was a cop and she was a patron who had accidentally spilled her coffee all over him. If he did anything to her right now it would look like an act of aggression over an innocent mistake.
“What are you doing here? Are you following me?”
“Get over yourself, Nick. I was getting coffee. This is a public space. I’m sorry about what happened, I shouldn’t have come to your work to talk to you. But I want us to be friends. You saved my life; you didn’t have to help me. You could have let the Queen Mellifer kill me, but you chose to save me. That means something.”
His grip on her wrist tightened, and he leaned in close, “It means that I made a mistake. I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but it won’t work. I know who, and what you are. If it comes down to it again I won’t be there to save you.”
“That’s not very cop like of you, Nick.”
“I’m not just a cop and you know that.”
“People are watching, so I suggest you let me go now or I will scream and then you can explain to these nice people exactly who and what you are. See how well that works out.” Her voice was a harsh whisper, and she didn’t try to pretend to be sweet now. It didn’t matter anymore, her plan was in motion and soon the Grimm would be hers.
He looked down as if he had forgotten he was still holding onto her. He let go of her and pulled away as if he had been burned. He made a point of smiling then, false charm in his voice; he spoke more loudly now, “Don’t worry about it. It’s really fine. Believe me, I’ve been through worse. A little coffee isn’t going to hurt me. I’ll be seeing you around.” He pushed past her and she took a moment to watch him before she left. ‘I’ll be seeing around’ the words rung in her mind. She didn’t know what he had meant by that. It would appear that her Grimm had plans of his own for her.

Crazy in Love Chapter One

Chapter One

Adalind’s heels clicked as she walked across the hard linoleum floor of the police station. She was here for a specific purpose and she wasn’t going to let anyone stop her. Not that they could. She wasn’t one to back down once she set her mind to something. She looked around careful to avoid to Sean. She could see him in his office talking on the phone and made a point to stay out of his line of sight. This was going against what he had told her to do. A direct order, in his mind, was something to be followed. But she wasn’t one of his underlings, bowing to his every wish. He thought he was smart. He thought he knew better than her. But she would show him. She would show him what a hexenbeist could do. He had told her to go after Nick’s friends, his friends were the best way to get to the Grimm. But why pussyfoot around? Why go the long route to get what she wanted? She could let him think he was in charge, but she knew she was the one in control. She always got what she wanted, and she wanted the Grimm. At least she wanted what the Grimm could do for her. No reason playing games, at least not the games Sean wanted her to play, when she knew how to get to the Grimm.

It was almost too easy. She already had her potion ready in a small vile in her pocket. She watched and waited until Nick left his desk. She passed by and with a small movement poured her concoction into his coffee. She was still there when his partner came back and sat down. He looked at her questioningly.

“Can I help you with something?”

“I hope so.” She kept her voice sweet and soft, “Is Nick around? I wanted to talk to him.”

“Is something the matter?” He grew tense and she could see him shifting into cop mode, ready to take on whatever evil might be troubling her.

“It’s nothing, really. This is probably weird, but I wanted to thank him. He saved my life recently and I guess I just wanted him to know how grateful I am. I probably look like a stalker or something.” She played her part perfectly, putting just the right amount of embarrassment into her voice. She was the damsel in distress, coming to thank her knight in shining armor from saving her from the big bad dragon.
Hank responded as she had expected him to,  relaxing. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Nick is a good cop and few people take the time to show their appreciation. It’s not an easy job; it’s good to know we make a difference.”
“Oh you do! I have always respected the work that you do. If it weren’t for people like you and Nick the world would descend into chaos! It is men like you that keep the rest of us safe!” Her voice was dripping with saccharine sweetness. She tried not to overdo it though, she didn’t want to come across as a badge bunny or like she was trying to get on his good side.
Nick returned to his desk his smile fading as soon as he saw her. She could see he was prepared for war.
“Adalind. What are you doing here?” There was a sneer in his voice and she chose to misunderstand his meaning.
“You remember my name?” She smiled sweetly as if genuinely pleased that he actually remembered her, and that she wasn’t just another face he had met in his considerable career as a cop.
“Of course I remember you. I don’t think I’ll ever forget you.” His voice was harsh, and she recoiled this time, not dramatically, just a small movement back as if she didn’t understand his tone.
“I’m sorry. This is probably inappropriate, showing up at your work without warning. I’m not a stalker, I swear. I just wanted to thank you. You saved my life, and I wouldn’t be here right now if it weren’t for you. That’s all, I wanted to say thank you, tell you how grateful I am.” She smiled tentatively keeping her voice uncertain, as if she was upset this wasn’t going the way she had expected. Nick’s expression didn’t change and for a moment she thought Hank might say something, in her defense or in Nick’s she wasn’t sure, but he stayed silent.
“Fine you’ve said your peace. Now go.” Nick’s words were severe and she let her smile fad away. She turned to go then, wiping an imaginary tear from eye as she spoke, “I’m sorry to have bothered you.”
She walked away and as she did she heard Hank talking low, “What was that about?” She didn’t wait to hear Nick’s response. She didn’t need to. It didn’t matter what Nick told Hank. He could lie or tell him everything. She had done what she came to do. She looked back briefly, just because she had to be sure. She saw Nick taking a sip of his coffee and she turned away to ensure he wouldn’t see the smile that curved her lips. Her plan was in place now, and no matter what Sean said, there was no going back now. It had played out as she had meant it to.

Gods Among Men Part Two

Part One

Part Two
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“I’ll take you to Olympus, you can be by my side forever.  I need you, I need you with me always.”  How could he say no?  Whoever denied a god what they wanted?  He wanted this, of course he did, but something was stopping him.

Jensen woke with a start, he was having that dream again.  He’d been having the same recurring dream for as long as he could remember.  He was in ancient Greece being courted by a god, but until now the god had always been a faceless shadow.   But now that god had taken the form of Jared.  It was bad enough that his unconscious had cast himself being courted by a Greek god, but now his sleeping mind had decided it was necessary to drag Jared into.  The morning the sun shined through his window, a reminder that the cruel clock wouldn’t stop ticking just because he was hung over.  Persephone jumped up on the bed, happy to finally see he was awake.  She purred and pushed her head against him gently, then more insistently when he didn’t immediately attend to her.  He searched on his nightstand for his glasses while reviewing the previous night’s events, and trying to remember if he had said anything too mortifying to Jared.  It was then that he heard the painful crack as something struck his window.  He had an awful feeling he already knew what it was, but he went outside to check.  And there it was, just as he had feared.  A bird had flown straight into his window.  The poor creature was laying still, a raven with long glossy feathers now skewed at odd angles.  Perhaps it was silly to get sentimental over a bird, but it was a beautiful creature and he hated to see it come to such an untimely end.

“Such a tragedy.”  Jensen jumped at the unexpected voice, as he realized Misha was close beside him.  Jensen supposed he must have been outside when the bird hit the window, probably coming over to see if it was still alive.  He thought Misha might be mocking him at first, for showing such sadness over a bird.  But when he looked at Misha, Misha he didn’t look amused, his concern appeared to be sincere.

“Then again…”  Misha bent down and picked up the small limp form.  Jensen couldn’t fathom what he was doing as Misha smoothed his thumb gently down the raven’s feathers.  And just like that the bird started to stir, feathers ruffling as it sat up and cocked its head to the side as if studying Misha for a moment.  Then he stretched out his wings and flew out of Misha’s hand.

“Not such a tragedy after all, it appears he was only stunned,” Misha said.

Jensen felt something untwist inside of him.  “I had been so sure the raven was dead, it hadn’t occurred to me it might still be alive.  I could have sworn it wasn’t breathing.  But it looks like you have the magic touch.”

“Yeah, I guess I do.”  Misha was smirking now and Jensen could tell it was taking a considerable amount of restraint not to comment on what else his “magic touch” could do.

“You know,” Misha continued, “there’s a lecture I was going to attend on death imagery in ancient mythology.  I know that’s an area of interest for you, I’d love it if you would accompany me.”

Jensen thought about the night before, the way he felt when Jared touched him.  But Misha wasn’t exactly asking him on a date, and he didn’t know where Jared thought this was going, maybe Jared saw it as nothing more than a drunken mistake.

Misha seemed to already know the direction of his thoughts, “It’s fine, talk to Jared first.  I have a feeling he won’t mind too much if you come with me.”

Jensen nodded, not sure how Misha already knew or why he was so certain Jared wouldn’t care.

His headache had receded somewhat by the time he had to go back to his classes, but he had still seen better days.  He was starting to feel more sympathetic to his students that came to class in such a state.  He wasn’t surprised to see Jared waiting for him outside his building, looking for all the world like a statue come to life.  There was nothing in his appearance or demeanor that would indicate how much he had drank just the night before.

He didn’t try to hide the smile that came upon seeing the man, and he was graced by a smile in return.  He knew he should just drop the whole thing, no reason to bring up what Misha had said.  But there was a part of him that wanted to go with Misha; it was just a lecture after all.  It couldn’t hurt to bring it up after all, if nothing else he would have a clearer idea of where Jared thought this was going.  “Hey Jared, look, I don’t have a lot of time before class starts, so I’m just going to say it.  Misha asked me to go to a lecture with him.  I was going to say no, but he said I should talk to you first, that he didn’t think you would mind.”

Jared’s shoulders tensed and his smile faded into a look of resignation.  “Misha was right, I don’t mind.  I shouldn’t have said what I did before.  I only was trying to warn you away because I knew Misha was interested in you too and I didn’t want him getting to you first.  You should go with Misha.”

Jensen’s heart broke a little at that, at least now he knew.  One date and Jared wasn’t interested in taking it any farther.

“Yeah, okay, thanks.”  Jensen’s words were clipped and he turned to leave only to have Jared grab his arm and spin him back towards him.

“Jensen, don’t misunderstand.  I’m not giving up on you, but I want you to be happy, and I know I can’t make this decision for you.  You need to decide what, and who will make you happy.”  There was that intensity in his eyes again and Jensen felt his skin tingling where Jared’s hand rested.  He wanted to tell Jared that he was all he needed, that he didn’t need Misha.  But all he did was nod, he didn’t entirely understand what was going on, but Jared was right.  He needed to figure it out for himself.

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“It’s beautiful isn’t it?”  Misha asked, as they left the lecture hall at the end of the evening.  “The idea of death in Greco-Roman mythology.”

Jensen had enjoyed the lecture immensely, and had found it easy to lose himself listening to a subject he cared so deeply about.  But it admittedly hadn’t left him with quite the same feeling that Misha had taken away, it would seem.

“I’ve always thought it rather severe.  If a person died they had to have a coin under their tongue or they would be denied access across the river Styx and wouldn’t be able to enter the underworld.  It seems a bit harsh, doesn’t it?”

Misha narrowed his eyes at Jensen, annoyance clear in his voice, “It wasn’t severe.  It was protocol.  There were rules and order needed to be maintained.  It was a different time then.”

Jensen held up his hands in surrender, this seemed to be a touchy subject for Misha and he wasn’t going to argue the point.

“Sorry,” Misha looked a little embarrassed, “it doesn’t matter now I suppose.  Those times are over.  But that’s not what I meant.  I meant the part about being reborn.  If a person lived a good enough life, devoted themselves fully to the gods, then they could be reborn to live their life again.  It’s a beautiful idea, to have a chance to do it all over again, another chance to make different choices, live your life once again, to find new love…or to reclaim old ones.  Even after life is over, to be given the chance to try again, to make up for past mistakes, who wouldn’t want that?”

“I suppose, in a way that would be a good thing.  But I think it might be sad, to live your life only to come back again, to have to lose those close to you all over again.  It sounds like such a lonely existence.  I guess I’d rather try to get it right the first time.  If you make the most of the time you have you don’t need to do it over again.”

Misha nodded at that, “you do have a point.”  And then he was pulling Jensen into him, kissing him slowly.  Misha kissed like an oncoming storm, it was slow and intent, unhurried but all consuming.  Jensen knew he should push Misha away but there was something about it that felt so familiar, so right.  It was as if he belonged in Misha’s arms, as if he had always belonged there.

When he pulled away he was breathing hard, “Jared,” was all he could bring himself to say.  He wanted this, but he couldn’t deny what he had with Jared.

“Give me time, Jensen, give me a chance and I’ll make you forget all about him.”

“I should be going, I had fun Misha, but I need to go.”  He turned and left before Misha could make him change his mind.

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The next morning he found a bottle of wine on his desk with a note, “I had fun, let’s do it again, J.”  Beside it was a copy of the book written by the lecturer from the night before, with a note that read, “Give me a chance Jensen; I know you won’t regret it, M.”

He didn’t know what to think, so he put both gifts away and spent the rest of the day trying not to think about what this all meant.

That night Jared managed to convince him to go out, to Karaoke of all things.  It wasn’t something he ever saw himself having the courage to do, but half through Love Shack he realized he was having a lot of fun.

When he got home Misha was waiting for him.  The man had managed to find an article that covered some of the less known Greeks gods and their significance in ancient mythology.  He stayed up for hours discussing it with Misha.

It went on like this for a while and the gifts kept coming, becoming more and more elaborate.  Jared would bring him flowers or alcohol, and with Misha it was usually something literary and often hard to find.

His days started to pass by in an almost idyllic haze.  Jared brought out a side of him that he didn’t know existed, he felt free with Jared, like he could let go and do and be whatever he wanted.  But with Misha he could share his interests and no matter how long he went on about a particular myth Misha always looked intently interested.  There was a freedom in Jared and a dark intensity in Misha, and both were undeniably appealing.  He felt better when he was with them, like a part of him that he didn’t know was missing, was finally whole again.  But underneath it all was a constant thrum of guilt, he knew that sooner or later he was going to have to choose between them, and that would mean cutting the other out of his life.  The thought was almost unbearable, because as surely as spring gives way to winter, Jensen knew that he was falling in love with both Jared and Misha.  It was with this realization that he knew what he had to do, even if it might kill him to do it.

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“Jared, we need to talk.”  Jared was standing beneath the old oak tree waiting for Jensen to come by on his way to class.  There was a raven sitting in one of the branches watching him.  If he didn’t know better he would have sworn it was the same one that had flown into his window.  He must be losing it if he thought a raven was spying on him.

Jensen could see that Jared was going to say something, but he started talking instead.  He had to get this over with, and whatever Jared was going to say would only make it harder.  “I can’t keep doing this; it isn’t fair to you or Misha.  You said I needed to decide what I wanted, well, this is what I want.  I want time and space to figure this out.  I can’t keep going like this, having you both a part of my life, knowing I’m going to lose one of you eventually.  It isn’t fair to any of us.”

Jared took it surprisingly well, he just nodded along while Jensen talked, and when Jensen was done, all he said was, “If that’s what you think is best.”  Jensen didn’t know what to make of that, but he was relieved all the same.

He had the same talk with Misha that night; or rather he had the talk with Cerberus since he couldn’t bring himself to look Misha in the eyes.  Cerberus, for his part, was only too happy to have Jensen’s attention and at the end of Jensen’s speech showed his feelings on the matter by licking his face.

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He’d never felt pain like this before, the metal had gone in deep and he knew it was the end.  Every breath was agony.  With his final aching he called out to the gods one last time.  He had time for one last prayer.  The pain of death brought clarity, he would be born again and the cycle would start again.  In that moment he knew what he had to do, what his last desperate prayer would be.

Jensen woke with the same feeling of pain and fear that always stayed with him when he woke from his recurring dream turned nightmare.  But this time he felt the painful ache of loss.  Come morning light he was wondering if he had done the right thing.  Persephone pushed at his hand, insistent on his attentions as always.  He noticed that the sun wasn’t shining in his window that morning, even though he didn’t remember shutting the shades the night before.  In fact, there appeared to be a shadow falling across his bed, one that wasn’t there the day before.  A quick inspection confirmed that there was, indeed, something outside his window.  There was a grape vine to be precise, one that had apparently grown up overnight, and was already laden with grapes, bending down towards his window.  That was….that was impossible.  And yet here it was.  This sort of thing didn’t happen, not in in real life, and certainly not to him.  This was the sort of thing that happened in one of the legends he was, admittedly, enamored with.  But even if they did happen, they didn’t happen to people like him.  It happened to warriors, and men of epic accomplishments that would stand the test of time, not to mythology professors.   He was going insane.  That had to be it.  That was the most logical explanation.  A raven was spying on him, a grape vine growing up overnight, it only made sense that he had lost his mind.  It was the only thing that made sense.  Maybe he had hit his head harder than he thought when Misha’s dog jumped him; maybe he was in a coma dreaming all of this.  Crazy or not he had a feeling he knew who he needed to talk to.

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He went over to Misha’s door and knocked decisively, knowing he had to go through with this before he had time to change his mind.  Misha opened the door, looking unsurprised to see Jensen standing there.

“We need to talk.  Is Jared around?”  Jensen knew it was probably a silly question, but it felt like wherever he went as of late, Misha and Jared were always close by.

“When isn’t he around?”  Misha’s smile was twisted, his voice disapproving.

He should have known it was coming, but he still jumped when he felt Jared’s hand on his shoulder.

“Jensen, what’s going on?”

“I think that’s what I should be asking.  I want to know what has been happening with me, and you and all of this.” He waved his hand vaguely as if he could fully capture the last few weeks with one gesture.

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“You deserve to know the truth,” Misha began, “I know this might be difficult to believe but I think on some level you already know.  I’m Hades and Jared is Bacchus.  And you were once a great warrior, long ago.  Bacchus and I fell desperately in love with you and vied for your attention.  We both tried to win you over.  But in the end you said that you couldn’t choose between us.  You were fatally wounded in battle and I think you knew you would be given the chance to be reborn.  You made the only choice, I think, you felt you could in the circumstances.  You prayed to the fates to save you from having to choose between us.  You died and they ensured that you would be reborn in another time and place, so that you would be lost to us, saving you from needing to choose.  I, we, have been searching for you ever since.  When we finally found you again we agreed to let you decide, once and for all, which one of us you truly loved.   We thought if you didn’t remember who you were in your past life, or who we were, it would be easier for you make a decision. But it appears that our attempts have ended as badly as the first time.  We had agreed to only tell you the truth once you had chosen either me or Jared.  But someone decided to overplay his hand by putting a grape vine outside your window.”

Jared just shrugged, “I’ve never been patient, and besides, he already chose.  Like the first time, he chose neither of us.  I figured it was time he knew the truth.”

“So you’re Bacchus,” Jensen said, trying to keep his voice steady as he addressed Jared, “and you’re Hades.”  It’s what they had said, but Jensen still needed to be sure.

“That’s right,” Misha said, looking for all the world like this was a perfectly normal conversation to be having.

Jared looked concerned, studying Jensen for his reaction.  “Jensen?  Are you okay?  I know this can be a lot for anyone to take in, it might not even seem real right now.”

Jensen’s head was spinning as he tried to understand what this all meant.  But one thought prevailed above everything else. “I knew it!  I mean, I didn’t know, but I knew!  I’ve always believed in the old gods.  People can say what they want, but I always knew those stories were true.  They were too real to just be myths.”

Both Jared and Misha looked surprised but relieved at Jensen’s reaction.

“Well,” Misha hedged, “the stories aren’t entirely true, they’re mostly true, but there has been some…exaggeration, and embellishments over the years.  But for the most part you’re correct, the old stories are true and the gods of Olympus lived and still live, just in a different way.”

“What about Persephone?”  Jensen said it before he could think it through.  With everything that had happened it probably wasn’t the most pressing question, but he couldn’t help it, Hades had no business acting interested in someone like Jensen with the goddess Persephone as his consort.

Misha rolled his eyes. “That wasn’t quite the epic love story you might think.  When you caught my attention she was only too happy to use that as an excuse to leave me for good.  She said I never loved her the way I loved you, she was right of course.  She’s still around.  She was always quite the diva, but once humans invented cameras it only got worse.  I mean, you’ve seen the Kardashians, haven’t you?  I guess some of us never got over being worshipped.”

“Persephone’s a Kardashian?” Jensen asked. He had always loved the myth of Persephone and now to learn it was her face he’d seen smiling from magazines was actually a little disappointing.

Jared answered him this time. “I think you’d find most of the modern celebrities have a divine counterpart.  Once people stopped believing, we had to move on, learn to adapt.  Some of us chose quiet lives among humans, others chose to pursue fame and fortune.”

“How is this even possible?  I think I’d notice if there were a bunch of people who just never aged.”

“Are you sure?” Jared asked. “In the age of plastic surgery you never can tell how old someone really is.”  His smirk was all Jared.  “Seriously, though, we can change our appearance.  We live out a normal human life, then take on another form, another visage, and start the cycle over again.  It can become very lonely, becoming someone new, over and over again.  Only other gods know who we really are, and let’s be honest, most of us never liked each other to begin with.”

“You think mother-in-laws are bad, imagine having one who’s an immortal goddess.” Misha shivered at the memory. “Believe me, been there, done that, never again.”

“We’ve both been trying to gain your attention Jensen,” Jared said, “I was hoping you might eventually remember something from your former life.  But when you didn’t I wasn’t sure you’d ever be able to believe the truth.  I’ve been looking for you for so long, now that I’ve found you I can’t let you go again.  We can make you immortal, whichever one of us you choose.  You’ll never have to be alone again.”

“What about Persephone, I mean cat Persephone, not the…you know, other one.  Can you make her immortal to?”  Jensen knew it was a ridiculous question to be asking right now, but she was important to him and he was beyond caring how weird and ridiculous he might look.

“Yes,” Jared said, looking decidedly amused, “we can make her immortal too.  Now, it’s time to decide.”

“I…I can’t do that.  I could never choose one of you over the other.  And I don’t think I should have to.  Maybe it took dying and being reborn to figure out it, but I know what I want now.  I choose to be happy, and I’m only happy with both of you in my life.  I love you both, I don’t want to have to decide.  I won’t decide.  If what you’re saying is true then I couldn’t chose between you the first time and I can’t chose between you now.  I understand now, why I feel the way I do when I’m with you both.  When we’re apart it’s like there something missing, like I’m not quite right unless I have you both in my life.  I can’t possibly choose one or the other.  I choose you both.”  Misha was studying him carefully and Jared’s expression was unreadable.  The silence stretched out between them into an eternity before Misha finally spoke.

“I would do anything for you Jensen, even put up with an eternity of Jared’s smug smile.”  Misha’s voice was fond and Jensen had a feeling, that as different as they might be, Misha could learn to love Jared, especially if they weren’t competing for Jensen’s affections.

Jensen looked to Jared, desperate for Jared to say yes, he was so close to having everything he’d, apparently, spent two lives wanting.

“Well, okay then.  If that’s settled I’d say we have a lot of time to make up for.”

Jensen couldn’t agree more, he’d spent far too long without the men he loved, and now that he had them he planned on making every moment count.

Gods Among Men


  • Title: Gods Among Men

  • Pairings: Misha/Jared/Jensen

  • Warnings: Implied sexual situations

  • Rating: Teen

  • Word count: 8,421

  • Summary: Jensen lives a simple, but happy life teaching mythology at a university. But when Jared and Misha both come into his life he starts to understand that love takes many forms, and the gods of mythology he so dearly loves may have a more personal interest in him than he ever imagined.

Part One

  • This was written as a gift for Raths_Kitten as a part of the 2015 Dean/Cas Xmas exchange. This was based on the prompt "Misha and Jared are gods both vying for mortal!Jensen's attention." The whole story was loosely based on the story of Psyche and Eros, and includes references to real Greek gods and myths. I tried to stick as close to the original mythology as possible, but I did change some aspects for the sake of the story. Mythology is one of my biggest areas of interest and I was unbelievably excited to see that prompt. This story was a lot of fun to write, and initially started out as a more traditional retelling of Psyche and Eros with Jared, Jensen, and Misha. But somewhere along the way it turn into something completely different. Raths_kitten, I really hope that you enjoyed this and that you don't mind the direction I decided to take this story in! I had a lot of fun writing this and I really hope it isn't too far off from what you had in mind. A million thanks to my amazing Beta Tipsy_kitty who was immensely helpful and kind enough to beta this for me at the last minute. Any remaining mistakes are my own. :)

“When Hades saw Persephone he knew he needed her by his side.  He was so consumed by her beauty he abducted her and dragged her down into the underworld to be with him.  She could leave the underworld, but only if she didn’t eat anything while she was there but in the end gave into her own hunger and ate six pomegranate seeds; as a compromise she would spend six months of the year in the underworld and six months of the the year in Olympus.  Her mother, a goddess herself, was so upset by this that when Persephone was in the underworld she would plunge the world into cold, causing the divide of summer and spring and fall and winter.”  Jensen talked on, telling the story he knew well.  He liked teaching mythology at a university, it was something he felt very passionately about and he enjoyed being able to pass on that knowledge to eager, and sometimes not-so-eager, young minds.  The story of Persephone and Hades had always been one of his favorites and no matter how many times he taught it, he still enjoyed discussing it.

“Why did he do that?”  One of his students asked, a young woman in the third row by the name of Katie.

“Hades was a god, he had the whole underworld at his command,” the girl continued, “why would he want to drag Persephone along with him?  He had the vastness of the underworld at his disposal, doesn’t it seem like more work than it’s worth, to try to drag someone down there, someone who doesn’t want to be there in the first place?”

Jensen knew all the right answers.  He knew what he should say: that Persephone was a symbol of fertility and life, and that the story represented the way plants die in the winter and come back to life in the spring.  Hades represented winter, and the inevitable death that came with it.  He knew all the right answers, but he had never been able to think of the old gods in that way.  He had never been able to see Persephone and Hades as symbols and representations.  They were too real too him.  He knew what he was supposed to say, but instead he said, “I think even the gods can become lonely.”

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“Have you seen the new groundskeeper?”  Katie was whispering to one of her friends.  He shuffled papers on his desk pretending to be completely uninterested in their conversations.  Katie had, had a crush on him since day one.  Aside from how inappropriate it would be to date one of his students, she wasn’t exactly his type.  He was relieved that her not exactly subtle romantic interests might actually be directed towards another unsuspecting soul for a change.

“He’s huge, he’s got to be well over six foot, and you know what they say…big hands, big feet…big shoes.  He was outside earlier, we should go see if he’s still out there.  He could plow my garden anytime.”  They both left giggling, and Jensen sighed inwardly.  The new hire, Jared was his name, had been all the talk of the staff and students for the better part of the day.  He simply didn’t understand melting into a giggling mess over some attractive face.  He for one had better things to do than to spend his time trying to catch a glimpse of the new hire.  Besides, he had already tried looking outside and the new groundskeeper was nowhere to be seen.

He made his way out of the Humanities building and was definitely not looking around to try and catch a glimpse of Jared.  It was a beautiful sunny day, and if he happened to be looking around while he walked it was simply to better take in all the beauty that was around him.  He was so busynot looking for Jared that he nearly walked straight into the man himself.

He took a step back in surprise and pushed his glasses up his nose as he took in the man standing before him.  He wasn’t as tall as he had expect, in fact he wasn’t that much taller than Jared, but he was exactly as handsome as all the rumors he had heard.  Jensen bit his tongue just in time to stop himself from blurting out the first thing that came to mind, ‘This is a day of legend for surely the gods walk among us.’  What came out instead was, “I’m uh….Jensen, and you’re uh Jared.”  That was much better.  He had only just met the man and he already sounded like he couldn’t properly form a sentence.

He sighed, running a hand down his face.  “Let me try that again, hi, my name is Jensen, I’m the mythology teacher.  And you must be the rumored Jared; you’ve been quite the talk as of late.”

Jared was smiling; clearly amused, but not outright laughing at him and Jensen appreciated the effort he was making.

“So people have been talking about me?  What exactly have they been saying?  It’s only my first day; I certainly hope I don’t have a bad reputation already.”  Jared looked at Jensen expectantly, waiting for an answer.  Jensen was pretty sure Jared already knew the answer.  Jared didn’t seem like the sort of person who didn’t know exactly what people were saying about him.

“Oh, you know the usual, ‘the university’s hired a new groundskeeper’ that sort of thing.  Jensen did his best to sound casual, leaving out all the innuendos and speculation that had peppered what was being said about Jared.  One of the other professors had gone as far as telling Jensen he should definitely meet Jared, since Jensen was so interested in mythology he would certainly be interested in meeting a real flesh and blood sex god.  At the time Jensen had thought it a bit juvenile, but now, seeing Jared in person, he couldn’t disagree with the assessment.

“I’ve been hearing about you to,” Jared said looking assessing at Jensen.  “From what I’ve heard you’re lectures on mythology are something to hear.  No one talks about Greco-Roman mythology quite like you.”

“Is that so?”  Jensen knew his classes were popular, but he was surprised that Jared had already heard about him, news of a new hire traveled fast, but Jensen was old news among the staff and students, he was surprised anyone would feel the need to fill Jared in.

“From what I’ve heard you make mythology come alive.”  Jared took a step closer, “You talk about the gods like their real and living.  You don’t teach it like they are antiquated ideas of a dead religion.”  He took another step closer, nearly closing the distance between them, Jensen knew he should step back, he had only just met this man, but he couldn’t make himself move away.  There was an intensity to his voice, like Jensen was someone worth taking note of.  Jared continued, “I’ve always been interested in mythology myself.  No one knew sex and love like the Greek gods.  People can say what they want about movie stars and singers, but if you ask me there has never been a sex idol quite like Bacchus, god of wine, madness and…ecstasy.   There’s something very appealing about the idea, don’t you think?  Worshipping him encouraged letting go completely, giving into madness and frenzy.  It was like being stripped away of everything and giving into to who you truly are, underneath all the restrictions and expectations of society, to be only you and to give into you’re every desire.  There is no freedom quite like that, don’t you agree?”

“Hi!”  It was Katie’s perky voice that broke through before Jensen could answer.  “You must be Jared, I’ve heard a lot about you, and, I must say, you don’t disappoint.”  Her smile was sweet and flirtatious and she didn’t even try to hide the way her eyes roamed over every inch of him.

Jared’s face contorted in anger, almost a snarl, but only for a second, before it smoothed out once more to a neutral expression.  Brief as it was, it was enough to make Katie take a step away, her smile wavering.  “I was having a conversation with Jensen, so if you don’t mind…” Jared didn’t even try to hide the annoyance in his voice and Katie’s smile finally faded for good this time as she took another step back.

“Yeah of course, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Whatever spell Jensen had been under while Jared spoke was broken now and Jensen took advantage of the opportunity to make his escape.  He had only just met the man but somehow the conversation had already started to head in a rather inappropriate direction.  Even so, he found himself reluctant to leave.  With no small effort he said, “its fine, really, I should be going.  It was nice meeting you Jared, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around.  And Katie, I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”  He did his best to ignore the awkward tension that followed, or the decidedly displeased look Jared was giving him.  He walked away, not looking back.

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He lived close to the university which was a convenience worth the price for rent he had to pay.  He thought about the day that had proceeded and what he had said.  He hoped he was getting through to his students, he wanted them to understand the beauty of the stories the way he did.  At times he felt like no one appreciated the Greek gods like he did, no one, except for Jared, it would seem.  The university spent a lot of money keeping the grass green, and the hedges looking nice.  He had always thought it seemed like quite a waste of money, but today he was starting to appreciate the importance of good gardening.  He was pulled from his thoughts by someone shouting, “Cerberus, no!” right before a huge weight hit him and he fell to the ground, nearly crushed by the animal on top of him.  He had enough time to think that being mauled by the guard of Hades was a fitting way to die for someone like him, right before he felt a wet tongue slobbering over his face.

“Cerberus, no, bad dog.  You get off him.”  The man, Cerberus’ owner presumably, sounded more amused than upset, perhaps belying the authoritative tone he was going for.

Cerberus barked once, delighted, and then went back to slobbering over Jensen, before being pulled off him.  Cerberus gave a low whine, clearly distraught at being separated from his new friend.

“I think he likes you.  Are you okay?  He doesn’t mean any harm, he’s friendly enough.  He just doesn’t know his own size.”  Jensen opened his eyes to find a black blur above him, being held back by a man shaped blur.  He felt around on the ground next to him until he came in contact with his glasses.  Once they were on he could see his attacker and his savior clearly for the first time.

His savior wasn’t that tall, or at least Jensen didn’t think so, it was hard to tell lying on the ground looking up at him.  He had dark hair and the bluest eyes Jensen had ever seen.  The dog, Cerberus, was a breed Jensen didn’t recognize, beyond that it was huge, towering over where he laid, panting with its big tongue lolling to the side.

The man reached out a hand to pull Jensen to his feet, “I’m Misha, and I think you already met Cerberus here.”  His laugh was easy and light and did strange things to Jensen’s insides.

“I’m Jensen, and yeah I’m fine, no harm done.”  He reached down to pick up one of the books he had dropped but Misha beat him to it.

“Greek mythology?  That’s an interesting subject.”

“I teach it at the university.  I know it seems pretty pointless to a lot of people, old gods and a dead religion and all that.  But I like it.  There is something beautiful about it, the idea of being able to go to an altar to worship and leave gifts for gods in a bid to win their affections.  There are times I wish I could have gone to worship at their altars.”  Jensen wondered if he should have said that, it wasn’t a sentiment he usually expressed.  And he hadn’t known Misha that long; he didn’t want to come across like he was crazy.

“And the gods are lesser for it.  Any god would be privileged to win your devotion.  Although, I doubt you would have need for a tribute.  Any god worth worshipping would be honored just to have you kneel at their altar.”

Jensen’s eyes widened and he pushed his glasses back up his nose while he searched for the words that had decided to leave him.  “I uh, that’s…”

Misha smiled at his clear embarrassment, “I’ll let you go.  I think I’ve done enough harm.  But I just moved in next door, I guess that makes me your new neighbor.  I’ll be seeing you, Jensen.”  He watched as Misha and Cerberus turned to continue their walk before turning back towards his house.

When he turned to go he caught sight of Jared watching him with a decidedly displeased expression.  He smiled and gave a quick wave, and got a tight smile in return.  He wondered what was bothering Jared so much.  He hadn’t heard him approach, and was surprised to see him there.  There was something oddly disquieting in the way Jared watched him.

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“Hey Jared, is everything okay?  You looked…”

“What you were talking to Misha about?”  Jared’s tone was harsh when he interrupted Jensen, and Jensen took an instinctive step back.

He wanted to tell Jared that it was none of his business, but something about his demeanor broached no argument.

“Nothing much.  Misha just moved in next door and he wanted to introduce himself.  We were talking about Greek mythology.  It isn’t often that I encounter someone who is as interested in mythology as I am.”

“Is that so?”  Jared’s smile was twisted. “I don’t want you talking to him again.”

And that was too far.  “You don’t own me Jared, I barely know you.  And while I would like to for us to be friends, it’s none of your business who I do or don’t talk to.”  His glasses had slipped down and he pushed them back up, the gesture taking something away from his words, if Jared’s amused smile was any indication.

“Look, Jensen, it’s not like that.  I care about you, that’s all.  And I’ve known Misha for a long time.  There are things about him you don’t know, and believe me, he isn’t someone you want to get involved with.  He may seem charming now, but he isn’t what he seems.  Just be careful.”  Jared’s voice had turned soft.

“Jared, I appreciate your concern, but I can take care of myself.  It’s not like Misha’s moving in with me, we were just talking.”

Jared nodded, seeming satisfied.  “I know you can take care of yourself, but I also know people aren’t always what they seem and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

The strange conversation stayed with him for the rest of the day.  He was surprised that Jared knew Misha, and even more surprised that he felt the need to warn Jensen away.  He avoided both Jared and Misha for the rest of the day.

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He saw Jared the next morning, tending to an old oak that was growing up in the middle of the campus.  He couldn’t be sure exactly what Jared was doing, but the man had one hand splayed across the trunk of the tree, and he appeared to be talking to it.  One branch of the old oak was bent forward, almost as if reaching out to Jared.  For a brief moment Jensen thought he saw the image of a gnarled old man leaning over Jared, leaning in, intent on his every word.  When Jared caught him staring he started grinning and waved him over.  The conversation from the previous day still stuck with Jensen, and he pretended not to see Jared, moving on into the safety of the building instead.

His class that day was covering the story of Psyche and Eros.  Eros, the god of love, had fallen madly in love with the mortal Psyche.  He took her away to live with him, but never allowed her to see him.  He wanted her to love him for who he was, and not because he was a god, so he refused to ever allow her to know the truth of who he was.  The point of the story was that faith should not be based on what you can see.  Psyche needed to love Eros without seeing him, if he were to believe she loved him.

“Doesn’t that seem rather ridiculous?”  It was Katie again, always questioning, she never could seem to see the beauty of the myths as they were.  “If Eros was a god and he thought Psyche would love him if she knew, then why not just tell her that up front.  He should use all the attributes he has to win her over, if that’s what he wants.  If I’m going to ask a guy out, I’m not going to wear a paper bag over my head to do it.”  That earned amused agreement from the rest of the class.

“Yes,” Jensen agreed, “it is true it might have been easier for Eros to reveal himself to Psyche.  But that wasn’t the point.  Everyone turned to the gods to worship them as distant entities or because they wanted something.  Sacrifices and offerings were given to the gods in the hopes of incurring favor.  Eros wanted Psyche to love him as he loved her, not because of what he could do.”

After class the students had all left, and Jensen found himself looking out the window trying to see if Jared was still around.  He sighed to himself, he was as bad as his students, trying to catch a glimpse of the man.  He didn’t know what was going on between Jared and Misha but he knew he didn’t want to get involved.  He gathered his papers together and double checked that everything was in place.   Once he turned around he nearly walked straight into Jared, causing his papers to go fluttering out around him.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to scare you, I thought you heard me come in.”  Jared had the decency to look genuinely repentant.

“It’s not your fault, I probably should have; my thoughts were elsewhere.”  The way Jared’s mouth tugged up at the corners made Jensen wonder if the man knew exactly where Jensen’s thoughts had been.

“Look, I just wanted to apologize about yesterday.  Misha and I…well, it’s complicated.  But I shouldn’t have told you stay away, you’re right, it wasn’t my place.  I know I can come on a little strong sometimes.”

“A little?” Jensen scoffed, then immediately regretted it when he saw the way Jared’s face fell.  Jared was making an effort; there was no reason to insult him.  “It’s fine; really, you were just looking out for me.  I appreciate the sentiment, even if you were a bit aggressive.”

“Well, if you thought that was too much, then you might not appreciate this, but I brought you something.”  He had been hiding something behind his back and held it out to Jensen.  It was a rose, and a perfect red rose at that.  Jensen had never seen such a perfect flower.  It was completely without flaws.  It was as if each petal had been carefully sculpted and placed onto the stem.  He wanted to tell Jared that he wasn’t one for such a sappy romantic gesture, that he couldn’t be won over so easily.  But the flower was so beautiful, so perfect, and there was an almost innocent openness to the way Jared looked at him now.  Like this simple gift meant something significant.  An offering is not important in what it is, but in what it represents, the intent with which it’s given.  The simplest of gifts can have the most significance if given with the correct intent. The words echoed through him, something he had heard long ago to explain why gods accepted gifts of milk or wine, fruit or flowers, when such things were seemingly unnecessary to an immortal being.  As he took the rose from his hand their fingers touched briefly and he felt as if electricity ran through him.

“Thank you, it’s beautiful, Jared, I don’t know how you found such a flawless rose.”

“If you really want to thank me you’ll come out with me tonight,” Jared’s grin was back, and he spoke as if he already knew Jensen’s answer would be yes.  “Come on now, do you have any other plans?”

Jensen did, in fact, have plans for that night.  He planned on going home and curling up with his cat Persephone, and reading a book.  Although, whether Persephone was on board with this, or if she had other plans about the neighborhood was yet to be seen.  He had only just met Jared, after all, and he wasn’t one to jump into anything.  And yet his other option was to go home and possible get stood up by his cat.

“Come on Jensen, I know you want to.  I’m not suggesting we get married, it’s just one night out.”

“What did you have in mind?”

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The music blared loud enough that Jensen could barely hear anything over it, and Jared threw back another shot.  Jared had already had more than Jensen, so Jensen had no idea how he still looked so sober, while Jensen was having a hard time not falling off his barstool.

“I haven’t done this since college,” Jensen almost shouted over the music.

“Gone on a date?”  Jared asked waving the bartender over for another shot.

“Drank this much.”

“Technically, you still are in college,” Jared added unhelpfully.

“It’s not exactly the same thing.  I like my life, I do.  I mean, it’s quiet, and uneventful…and I think I know more about non-existent gods than I do my co-workers.  And the most significant relationship in my life right is now is my cat.”  There was a part of him that knew he shouldn’t be saying any of this on a first date, at least not if he wanted a second date.  But there was a liquor soaked part of his brain that just didn’t care and Jared was just so easy to talk to.  Besides, he was more or less committed at this point.  “I mean, it sounds sad and pathetic and all, but it’s my life and I like it.  But this, with you, I don’t do this.  I don’t go on dates with strangers, and I don’t drink too much.  I don’t do things like this.”

“Well,” Jared said, reasonably, “it appears that you do.  This is good Jensen, it’s important to let go every once and a while.  That’s the problem with people today; they just can’t appreciate the importance of losing all inhibitions and just letting yourself return to the way you’re supposed to be.  You don’t need alcohol to let go Jensen, to lose yourself like that.”

“No, but it alcohol certainly helps.”

“Alright, what do you want to do?  If you could do anything, forget about expectations, and what you’re supposed to do, if you could do anything, what would it be?”

Jensen took a minute to think about that, “I’d go graffiti the math teacher’s office.  He’s always looking down on me, and acting like he’s some big shot because he teaches math, and I teach about ‘pointless stories from a dead religion.’”

Jared was laughing at that, and for a moment Jensen thought he might actually be on board with his plan.  “Okay, I like where you’re going, but perhaps you should try starting with something that won’t get you fired.  You know, save the felonious stuff for later on.”

Even in the state he was in he knew Jared had a point.  If he wasn’t going to seek revenge, he thought about what else he wanted to do.  It took very little thought to decide, before he was leaning into Jared, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck and pressing their lips together.  Jared pulled him in closer, practically supporting Jensen while he kissed back, that feeling of electricity shot through Jensen again.  Kissing Jared was like kissing a force of nature, it was wild and unrestrained and undeniably powerful

When Jared pulled away he tried to pull him back, desperate for that sensation again, but Jared pushed him back only to take him by the hand and pull him out of the bar and into the alley behind.  He pushed Jensen back against the wall and kissed him again, desperate and fierce.  He felt the warmth of Jared’s hand as it pushed up against his shirt.  A loud clang pulled him out of the moment and he looked over to see one of the workers from the bar had dropped the lid of the trash intentionally hard.  He was eyeing them quizzically.

Jared didn’t notice, or didn’t care, that they had an audience, and tried to pull Jensen’s attention back to himself, but the moment was lost and Jensen had sobered just enough to think about what he was doing.  It was easy to lose control around Jared, but this wasn’t him, he didn’t make out with men he had just met in dark alleys.

He pushed against Jared and when Jared didn’t move, he did it again more firmly.  “I’ve had a lot of fun, but I should be going.”  At least that’s what he meant to say, but he wasn’t sure how clearly he was speaking.  Jared seemed to understand him enough anyway.

“Let me at least take you home,” Jared offered.

“No, it’s alright, I’ll take a cab.”  Neither of them should be driving and he was pretty sure if Jared came with him he might not be able to say goodbye a second time.

Part Two

Sep. 17th, 2015

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