Grimm Fic: What I Need From You

[dizzydrea]

I'm seriously behind on this process, so I want to apologize right up front.

I slacked off writing posts for my fic there for a few weeks. To be honest, I actually slacked off writing actual fic there for a few weeks. My muse decided to take a vacation, but she forgot to let me in on the secret, so I was just left at loose ends for a while. She's back now, and I'm back to writing, but I still completely blew it on this one.

As for the actual story, here's the scoop. The inspiration actually came from the Billy Joel song, Honesty. We listen to a lot of oldies on the weekend at my house (I grew up listening to the music of the fifties/sixties/seventies, so it's all a bit nostalgic for me), so I hear this song all the time. The last time I heard the song, it was right around the time of the season finale of Grimm, and it made me think of Nick and Juliette.

I wasn't overly excited about the way the writers wrote the revelation of Nick's Grimm-ness to Juliette, especially when he looked like a raving lunatic. And Juliette yelling at him like he was a raving lunatic didn't help. Which got me to thinking about how the whole thing would have looked had it gone down differently.

I also wanted to explain, at least in part, why Juliette had let so many things slide. I mean, she's seen all this weird stuff going on, and she just shrugs and says "Oh well, it's Nick."? Really? I mean, it's awesome that she's stuck around all this time, but there had to be a better explanation. Not that I think this story is it, but I had to try to at least make it make some sense.

And, as if those two reasons weren't enough, there's a third. I wanted to see more of Juliette being awesome.

That's it, really.

So, most of this story is told from Juliette's POV, except for the last chapter, which is all Nick. It was fun to climb into Juliette's head for this; I've never written her POV before, so it was a fun challenge. The story grew a bit from what I'd originally planned, but as with all of my stories, I go where the muse commands. In the end, I hope I was successful in conveying even a fraction of what I'd intended.

What I Need From You