Chapter 18: A Grimm's Paradise

Summary:

Stiles has a brief meeting with the pack and him and Peter dive into the world of Grimms.

Chapter Text

Stiles POV:

As I was sitting in Derek's loft, the thing I didn't want to happen happened, and I was feeling like I was a little cursed myself. I noticed when both of the two wolves in the room looked like they heard something. I looked to Derek.

"Is it Scott?" I asked with a miserable look on my face.

Derek nodded,

"Yeah, him, Lydia, Isaac, and Allison."

Oh, fucking great, I decided to come over the day they want to have a little pack party. I gave Peter and Derek the most depressed, frustrated look that I could muster. And I mumbled a tiny little fuck. I looked to Peter at this point because I knew Derek was not going to help me as I started to hear them come up the stairs, which meant they were closer than I wanted them to be.

I mouthed to Peter without actually saying it,

"HELP ME."

Peter, for his part, just gave a deep chuckle, and Derek looked like I was an idiot which is how he always looks, so it didn't even change his face.

Peter just said,

"What's this? A little trouble in paradise."

At this point, I do actually glare at Peter because one has this ever been paradise friendship wise or supernaturally inclined wise. But I still wanted him to help me even though he was an ass. But it was too late the fucking door is open and in piled, Scott, Lydia, Allison, and Isaac. All of the people that I did not want to see. Nothing against them or anything I just didn't wanna run into them until the funeral, and now here they are for fuck's sake. I let out a deep and annoyed sigh, But I've just excepted my fate that I'm just going to be questioned until I either punch Scott in the face or I just leave in a fit of anger. I'm happy to see my friends I just don't want to deal with all of this right now. I still have too much going on in my head with the letter, and my mom gave me and figuring out how to sell my house and the ever extensional crisis of becoming a Grimm and having all this shit pass on to me. It's a lot to take in in one day, and it'll be a lot to take in with all this crap that's going to happen. I mean, it's bound to happen.

"Stiles, you're here!" Scott says, looking happy considering where we last left off, this was weird.

Lydia also was surprised to see me. And Allison gave me a small smile; we were the best of friends, but you know we hung out. And Isaac just didn't even bother, which was the best reaction.

"Unfortunately, I am. And I'm leaving now." I said, getting up to try to avoid the destruction that will ultimately follow should I stay any longer and listen to anything that comes out of anyone's mouth.

"What? Hey, no, Stiles, wait. Stay we could all hang out." He said, trying to block me from leaving.

"Listen, buddy, I'm a little busy, so let's hang out another time," I say, pushing him to the side.

I try to walk past him. But that doesn't work because he just grabs my arm and says,

"What do you have to do that's so busy? School didn't even start yet. And my mom said you already took care of all the funeral stuff, so why don't you just stay here and hang out with us?" He said, giving me his puppy eyes and holding onto my arm even tighter.

I just deeply sighed, and it seems I was going to have to fucking stay. Great, yay, so fun .

But to my rescue, Peter stands up and says,

"Hey, Stiles, I actually need a car ride to my apartment. Do you mind giving me a lift?" I turned around and looked directly at his face with a big ass smile on my face.

"I turn back around to face Scott. Well, as you can see, I am busy. I have to take Peter somewhere, so goodbye." I said, trying to pull my arm out of his grasp, but it was a little bit too tight, and I couldn't get it out.

And Peter saves me again by grabbing my shoulder and literally yanking me out of Scott's hand and pulling me towards the staircase to leave, which thank god. And luckily, while this all happened, Scott was just left there, sputtering at the fact that Peter came to my rescue and didn't have time to stop us before we already reached my car.

And by that point, I made sure to just jump in the car, Peter as well, and we were starting to drive off as Scott finally made it down the steps. I could hear him telling me to stop, but that wasn't going to take me off course because hell no, this is not happening today.

After we get at least a few miles away from the freaking loft, I decided to head to the storage unit again. Of course, I didn't tell Peter where I was going, but he didn't exactly give me his apartment address either, so I guess he understood I was taking him somewhere. However, once I parked, he did look a little bit suspicious, which I guess he should be because we're kind of in an abandoned area, and there's nobody else around, and we've never been here before, so it was a little suspicious.

"Stiles, if I didn't know you were human and a somewhat good person, I would think you brought me here to kill me. The perfect place, you know." He said, giving me a warry look.

"Peter, I have no intention of killing you. I mean you died once, and you came back, what else could I really do to you at this point." I turned in my seat to face him, though, since I guess this was the best time to ask if he would look after my storage unit.

I didn't really know how to explain it to him, so as I was trying to figure it out, Peter's head tilted sideways, and he sniffed the air. I found it weird, but I didn't know what he smelled though I did take a quick look around outside the car to see what it was he thought he saw or smelt or whatever.

"Stiles, now that I think about it are you really trying to kill me? Considering all the weaponry in here. "I took a pause, and then I realized he must be smelling all the weapons that I placed in my car, which is not a good thing because I thought I had done well, but if I couldn't hide them from werewolves, then this is all bullshit.

"Peter, if I were going to kill you, I wouldn't have let so many people know that I had taken you all by myself somewhere. I would've caught you when you were alone. Plus, none of the things in this car could harm you and was like shot you in your head or something." I tell him honestly, come on I've worked with my dad on some of the cases I'm not that stupid.

"Oh, good to know," Though Peter didn't look the least bit reassured that I wasn't going to kill him so I might as well come out and say it about the whole family stuff so that he could just chill.

"Listen, I didn't bring you to an abandoned storage unit yard to kill you. I brought you here for another reason. I can't believe I'm saying this, but out of everyone right now in the pack, with this information, I'm going to tell you you are the person I trust the most do not tell everyone else in the pack. Enter just keep it to yourself."

"Okay, I'm interested," Peter says.

And that is what I was going for. I wanted him to be interested because if he thinks that it could be an advantage for him, he will keep it a secret.

"Okay, so after my father died, I was sent a letter from him, which also included a letter from my mother apparently before she died, and in those letters was a sort of inheritance that I got. Nothing like money, at least not too much of it. But I got something else that apparently was not normal." I sighed it as I was trying to beat around the bush because it was weird to tell him this.

"Peter, have you ever left Beacon Hill's?" I ask because I wonder if he ran into a wesen, out there in the somewhat sane world.

"Let's see, I did take a trip across America after I graduated high school, but that was a very long time ago. After that, I just stayed in Beacon Hills. Why?"

"Well, when you were out there, did you encounter any weird supernatural creatures?" I asked him.

And then Peter looked like he was thinking about it.

"Oh yeah, there was this weird thing, I've never seen them in Beacon Hills before. I'm assuming you've seen one in Portland is why you're bringing it up. But there are these creatures or something called wesen. All my time in Beacon Hills, I've never seen one here, but I've noticed a few on my journey. They're like were-creatures, but they could shift into anything. Like I saw a group of pigs once."

I nodded,

"Oh, a Bowersfine is what you ran into, probably a group of them. I saw one before in the airport on my way back to Beacon Hills."

Peter tilted his head when I said Bowersfine. "They each have individual names. How could you keep up? How do you even know that?"

"Well, that leads into what I was trying to tell you. I'm sure you've heard of the storybooks the Brothers Grimm."

And then Peter nodded his head like it was common knowledge. Well, I guess to a supernatural creature, you should probably know about the books that explain your existence sort of.

"Well yes, outside of Beacon Hill's there are people called Grimms that could see Wesen, even when they don't want to be seen. And I am one."

Now Peter looked wholly enthralled in what I was saying. Because he realized that he knew a secret about me that nobody else knew which gave him some kind of power because he could use it against me should he want to and he looks pretty happy which was fine by me it's not really a big secret at least in Beacon Hills. What can you really do here?

"So what you're trying to tell me is you're a Grimm which is sort of like a hunter in its own rights, and you can see Wesen even when they don't want to be seen which I'm assuming they can control their shift like we can. And obviously, that's a dangerous skill. And if you're like the Brothers Grimm, are you like some kind of descendant or something?"

"I think so, maybe."

But I just shrug my shoulders because that would be a very long ancestry line to follow.

"Anyway, apparently my mother and my father were both also Grimms, and they came to Beacon Hills to hide away from that life because there's a curse or something placed on Beacon Hills where no wesen can enter. So sort of like a Grimm's paradise. It's why there are no wesen here, and it's why nobody here really knows about them other than people who have probably traveled out of Beacon Hills."

Peter looked thoughtful and didn't say anything; I guess it was a lot to take in and honestly it was because the first time I heard it if I didn't see one of these wesen I probably would've dismissed it and just thought they were, were-creatures that I hadn't encountered before.

"So, let me get this straight, you're a gram, which means you can see all of this, so that means you're involved with that world or whatever. What are we doing in this abandoned parking lot? I get that you told me all of this, but what's the point? You could've said nothing and just left Beacon Hill's, and no one would have been the wiser. So why pick me to tell this to?" Peter asked, looking around the empty lot that we were sitting in.

"Of all the options of people that I could've told this to you were the best option. I was originally going to tell Derek, but you don't have as much loyalty, no that's not the right word, maybe trust, with the pack, that I believe that you'll not spill everything. Even if it's convenient for you. I know how you work, Peter; everything is more or less for your gain. And in this case, you hold a secret that only you know over me, so you're in a good position here. Also, you have a connection to a Grimm, which I'm pretty sure is a good thing. In the long run, at least. And even if you did tell everyone, they probably think you're lying just to cause some trouble. So you were obviously the best candidate to tell everyone this. Also, out of everyone in Beacon Hills that I decided on maybe telling you were the most well knowledged in the supernatural side of things. Also, you already knew what wesen was before I even told you I doubt anyone maybe other than Derek would've known this, or they might've been less inclined to believe what I'm saying because I can't exactly prove to you I'm a Grimm."

Peter just hummed,

"Okay, now what about this place?" Peter said to take everything in again.

"Well, I guess I'll just show you. Come on." I say as I hop out of the car and grab my keys as I start walking to the storage unit.

Peter follows, and I lock my car as we walk to my unit. As we're walking, Peter is looking around the place seemingly to take everything in, not that there's much other than orange paint and the smell of metal and dirt. Once we reached my unit, I pulled out the key, and I unlocked it, and I let the door slide up on revealing all of the boxes that I left a few hours ago.

"Welcome to all things Grimm," I said as I held my arm out to the big ass unit full of boxes kind of scattered all over the place because of how I left it when I was last here.

Peter walked in, opened a few boxes, took some books out, and was looking at what I was looking at before I left. In the books were detailed pictures of wesen and some rather chilling stories of how they all died at the hands of my ancestors. He also picked up some weapons and gave them a good few test swings. I was just observing all of this. Waiting for his verdict of what he thought of this place.

"So this is all the stuff that you inherited from I guess your ancestors, which is obviously a long line of them. Who were what all Grimms?" Peter asks, finally sitting down all the stuff he picked up.

"Well, I don't really know about that. Apparently, it skips a few generations, or it passes down to everyone. But apparently, I was always going to be a Grimm because it's rare to have both a mother and a father who were both Grimms. So I guess it just sort of doubled my chances." Peter nodded his head and understanding,

"Okay, so what do you want me to do with this place? Are you going to take it with you? To Portland or wherever you're going."

"Some of it I'm going to bring with me. I can't exactly take all of this, and I wouldn't know where to put it once I get to Portland; this is a good place as any. However, I wanted someone to watch over it just in case something happened to me while I'm in Portland. Or if someone could ship something to me should I need it without having to come back to Beacon Hill's. And I was hoping you would be that person. If you do do it, you have free range to all my books and stuff if you want to look at them. And I also needed someone who could protect them should some unsavory people track this place back to me. And you are a werewolf, so I'm sure you can take care of it."

Peter looks thoughtful like he was trying to weigh the good and the bad of excepting my offer. I hope he did accept my offer because it would be pointless telling him about all this crap if he didn't. So I guess it feels nice to just let everything out to someone.

"Okay, I don't mind doing that. All right, I'll do it. I guess it would be pointless if I said no that you showed me all this already." I guess Peter had the same thought in mind that I did, which is good because he accepted, and now I can finally take a deep breath of relief that even if I do leave Beacon Hill's, this stuff will be taken care of.

Now just to have to deal with everything else that's happening up until the funerals.