(Fic) Under the Force Chapter 2
Title: Under the Force
Author: hyndara71
Pairing/Characters: gen, Monroe/Nick-friendship
Spoilers: ./.
Rating: M
Words: 1600
Summary: Translation to the AU to 1.08 Game Ogre. What if Juliette had left the house instead of attacking Stark with the boiling water? Torture!Nick, again AU
Disclaimer: Grimm is the property of NBC, Hazy Mills Production, CK Production and a lot of others. Nothing mine, only the idea.
A/N: 1) I was asked several times to translate this fic into English, so … I think now you have to deal with the result :P. As this is a translation and in my native language I'm using a lot of sayings I'm pretty sure I will have a lot of mistakes in this, so please forgive me my bad use of the English language. But I hope you will enjoy the story itself :).
2) This is an AU! I will mention this twice because there were some misunderstandings when I posted the original. AU means that it is possible that some things are a little different to what happened during the episode and it's also possible that someone would get wrong informations about what is or was going on. So, please wait until the story is complete before starting to complain about some things that are different to 1.08 :).
previous Chapter you can find he herere
Chapter 2: The Call
Early birds just began to sing when the pickup stopped. After they arrived the last crossroad Stark had pulled Nick out of the foot-space onto the seat. Well, after the first mile or so Nick knew why! This last street wasn't a fixated street at all - maybe not more than a path …
Stark had stopped two times on his way. The second time he had filled the tank, that was clear. Nick still had the smell of gasoline in his nose. And the first time … the first time Nick couldn't remember because his face once more met Stark's fist before and he was knocked out during whatever the Wesen had done.
"We are there“, Stark said and pulled the scarf from Nick's eyes.
Nick blinkened several times before his sight was clear. Looking outside he saw … trees. Moving his head to one side he spent a second look: more trees. Looking out of the window of the driver's seat Nick finally noticed a cabin, surrounded by … trees!
The car's door opened and Stark pulled him outside after loosing the cord around Nick's heels. Again the Grimm was dragged by the bigger and heavier man to the cabin.
"What do you want from me?“ Nick asked again.
"Shut up!“ was again the answer.
The path they are walking on was overgrown, the cabin itself looked abadoned. All windows were closed by wooden bars, moss were growing between the logs. The door was closed and blocked with a bar and a big padlock.
Stark didn't seem to notice the barrier. He stopped close to the door and kicked it open that both, bar and padlock, loosened from the door and fell to the ground.
"Move!“ Stark ordered and dragged Nick into the dawn behind the now open door. The big Wesen jerked Nick to a corner and pushed him to the ground. "And now: don't move! Or you will regret it!“ Stark ordered, moved around and placed a paperbag he'd carried with himself onto a table.
Nick gulped and slipped into the corner, watching how Stark left the cabin.
Could he risk to flee? Should he stay? What if Stark would catch him while he was trying to run?
As hard as this decision was, Nick choosed to stay. Not only that Stark surely was at the pickup, which still was parked near the cabin. Nick had no clue where he was. They could be somewhere only five minutes from Portland but they also could be somewhere between Portland and Seattle. The only thing for sure was they were in the woods, outside the parks of Portland. And Nick only barely knew those woods. He would risk his life if he would run now, especially because he still was handcuffed and wounded.
Stark had no reason to do any harm to him, Nick decided, ignoring the fact that he'd seen what he'd seen. He was sure Stark had only kidnapped him for an exchange: He, Nick, for Hank. That was the only reason he could imagine - as long as Stark didn't get WHAT he'd caught there.
Stark came back just when Nick thought about him, a rope-roll over his shoulder and a petrol lamp in his hand. The lamp he lightened at the door before he entered the cabin.
Now illuminated Nick could see the furniture: the table he'd noticed before, three chairs, a dresser and a bed. Nick himself sat near the fireplace which also seemed to work as cooking place.
Stark entered the cabin placed the lamp on the table before he cut one end of the rope, putting the rest near the dresser.
Again Nick was pulled to his feet and dragged to a chair where he had to sit down. Again Stark tied his heels together before he pulled Nick's cell phone out of his pocket.
Stark looked at the phone, touched the screen here and there until he'd found what he was looking for.
A bright light blinded Nick when Stark found the camera-options and took a photo from him. When Nick finally was able to see again Stark leaned above him, staring down at him.
"And now, little cop, we will make a call. And you will tell extactly what I want you to say. Do you understand?“ Stark ordered.
Nick gulped and nodded, trying to hide his face in hope Stark won't recognize him as a Grimm. But the Wesen was busy with the cell-phone …
***
Hank was at the precinct again, waiting until he would get the results of the CSI. He still felt terrible remembering the house. He didn't want to imagine how Nick was doing now. He could only hope to see his partner again - alive and hopeful in good shape …
Juliette was in the hospital, still in a shock. It was weird to see her, bewildered and so full of fear, when he'd tried to talk to her.
Hank looked up, seeing the shade of the captain, wandering around in his office. Renard was still here, along with Wu and nearly the rest of the late-shift.
Nick was a liked fellow at the precinct. With him vanished everybody wanted to help. Stark would never make it alive back to jail if he would kill Nick off, this was clear. Every single police-officer and detective at the 3rd precinct would do his or her best to let Stark pay for this. But for now … Nick was hopefully still alive and …
Hank jumped when his cell-phone awoke with a loud signal. He pulled it out of his pocket staring at the screen. Four letters were blinking at the top of it: NICK.
"What's up?“ Wu asked. The small Asian cop seemed to noticed that something was wrong.
Hank, unable to speak for a second, showed the screen to the officer.
"Got it!“ Wu moved and began to run, out of the office.
Hank waited another second, gulping and with the growing hope that Nick was escaped. Then he touched the accept-button and held the phone to his ear.
"Hey, partner, how's going?“ He asked, his voice weak.
"Hank?“ Nick's voice, no doubt! And Nick sounded … angsty, fearful.
"Yeah, man, it's me“, Hank said, still hoping the impossible was possible.
"Hank, you have to listen to me. You hear me?“ Nick asked.
"I hear you, partner. What's up? Where are you?“ Hank said.
A gasping breath was the only answer. "You owe Stark five years“, Nick's voice told him. "He will give you five days. At the end of the fifth day … I will die.“
Hank's hand began to shiver. "Nick, where are you? How are you? Do you know ...“
"Five days for five years, Hank.“
The call ended.
Hank stared at the phone, trying to put together what he'd heard. When the cell phone again began to ring he jumped, staring at the screen. An incoming MMS the screen told him.
Hank didn't want to look at the pic but … he accepted again and stared at the screen.
Nick, sitting on a chair, his big eyes widened in fear, the pretty face full of blood and hematomae. It was clear as water from what.
"Hank, what's up?“ Captain Renard's voice brought him back to reality.
Hank pushed his cell to the desk, trying to bring distance between the screen and himself.
Renard took the phone and looked at the photo.
"Nick's alive. That's good“, the Captain said.
"In five days he will be dead when we are not able to find him“, Hank explained and closed his eyes …
***
Five days …
Again he sat besides the fireplace, staring blank into the air in the direction Stark was doing whatever he did.
Five days …
It felt weird to know when the own life was ending, Nick decided. Weird and … regretful. He wanted to do so much in this life but now it would end in five days. And, there was this tiny little voice inside his head telling him that Stark would create this death everything but easy.
Five days were a long time to die, a damned long time.
Nick's heart began to hurt.
He wanted to live! He'd never done something to deserve this, never in his life!
Just like this would matter, this tiny little voice said to him.
Yeah, he also never wanted to become a Grimm and now?
Five days …
Nick looked to the window near the table. There his cell phone was, useless because Stark pulled out the battery.
Five days …
Stark closed the door.
Nick moved his head and watched at the Wesen.
Stark had changed the bar and the padlock so it seemed. Now he put his tools together in one of the dresser's drawers.
"I have to do something“, Stark said to Nick, coming up to him.
"I'm thirsty“, Nick said. "Please ...“
Stark stopped half the way to his prisoner and watched him. Then he nodded, turned around to the dresser and took one of the water-bottles he'd brought into the cabin right after the call.
Again Nick was pulled to his feet and dragged to the chair. There Stark opened the bottle and helt it to his lips so he could drink.
After that Stark grabbed Juliette's scarf and used it as gag on Nick before he finally bound the young man to the chair.
"Keep quiet and it will be alright“, Stark ordered before he left the cabin.
Nick closed his eyes.
Five days …
Author: hyndara71
Pairing/Characters: gen, Monroe/Nick-friendship
Spoilers: ./.
Rating: M
Words: 1600
Summary: Translation to the AU to 1.08 Game Ogre. What if Juliette had left the house instead of attacking Stark with the boiling water? Torture!Nick, again AU
Disclaimer: Grimm is the property of NBC, Hazy Mills Production, CK Production and a lot of others. Nothing mine, only the idea.
A/N: 1) I was asked several times to translate this fic into English, so … I think now you have to deal with the result :P. As this is a translation and in my native language I'm using a lot of sayings I'm pretty sure I will have a lot of mistakes in this, so please forgive me my bad use of the English language. But I hope you will enjoy the story itself :).
2) This is an AU! I will mention this twice because there were some misunderstandings when I posted the original. AU means that it is possible that some things are a little different to what happened during the episode and it's also possible that someone would get wrong informations about what is or was going on. So, please wait until the story is complete before starting to complain about some things that are different to 1.08 :).
previous Chapter you can find he herere
Chapter 2: The Call
Early birds just began to sing when the pickup stopped. After they arrived the last crossroad Stark had pulled Nick out of the foot-space onto the seat. Well, after the first mile or so Nick knew why! This last street wasn't a fixated street at all - maybe not more than a path …
Stark had stopped two times on his way. The second time he had filled the tank, that was clear. Nick still had the smell of gasoline in his nose. And the first time … the first time Nick couldn't remember because his face once more met Stark's fist before and he was knocked out during whatever the Wesen had done.
"We are there“, Stark said and pulled the scarf from Nick's eyes.
Nick blinkened several times before his sight was clear. Looking outside he saw … trees. Moving his head to one side he spent a second look: more trees. Looking out of the window of the driver's seat Nick finally noticed a cabin, surrounded by … trees!
The car's door opened and Stark pulled him outside after loosing the cord around Nick's heels. Again the Grimm was dragged by the bigger and heavier man to the cabin.
"What do you want from me?“ Nick asked again.
"Shut up!“ was again the answer.
The path they are walking on was overgrown, the cabin itself looked abadoned. All windows were closed by wooden bars, moss were growing between the logs. The door was closed and blocked with a bar and a big padlock.
Stark didn't seem to notice the barrier. He stopped close to the door and kicked it open that both, bar and padlock, loosened from the door and fell to the ground.
"Move!“ Stark ordered and dragged Nick into the dawn behind the now open door. The big Wesen jerked Nick to a corner and pushed him to the ground. "And now: don't move! Or you will regret it!“ Stark ordered, moved around and placed a paperbag he'd carried with himself onto a table.
Nick gulped and slipped into the corner, watching how Stark left the cabin.
Could he risk to flee? Should he stay? What if Stark would catch him while he was trying to run?
As hard as this decision was, Nick choosed to stay. Not only that Stark surely was at the pickup, which still was parked near the cabin. Nick had no clue where he was. They could be somewhere only five minutes from Portland but they also could be somewhere between Portland and Seattle. The only thing for sure was they were in the woods, outside the parks of Portland. And Nick only barely knew those woods. He would risk his life if he would run now, especially because he still was handcuffed and wounded.
Stark had no reason to do any harm to him, Nick decided, ignoring the fact that he'd seen what he'd seen. He was sure Stark had only kidnapped him for an exchange: He, Nick, for Hank. That was the only reason he could imagine - as long as Stark didn't get WHAT he'd caught there.
Stark came back just when Nick thought about him, a rope-roll over his shoulder and a petrol lamp in his hand. The lamp he lightened at the door before he entered the cabin.
Now illuminated Nick could see the furniture: the table he'd noticed before, three chairs, a dresser and a bed. Nick himself sat near the fireplace which also seemed to work as cooking place.
Stark entered the cabin placed the lamp on the table before he cut one end of the rope, putting the rest near the dresser.
Again Nick was pulled to his feet and dragged to a chair where he had to sit down. Again Stark tied his heels together before he pulled Nick's cell phone out of his pocket.
Stark looked at the phone, touched the screen here and there until he'd found what he was looking for.
A bright light blinded Nick when Stark found the camera-options and took a photo from him. When Nick finally was able to see again Stark leaned above him, staring down at him.
"And now, little cop, we will make a call. And you will tell extactly what I want you to say. Do you understand?“ Stark ordered.
Nick gulped and nodded, trying to hide his face in hope Stark won't recognize him as a Grimm. But the Wesen was busy with the cell-phone …
***
Hank was at the precinct again, waiting until he would get the results of the CSI. He still felt terrible remembering the house. He didn't want to imagine how Nick was doing now. He could only hope to see his partner again - alive and hopeful in good shape …
Juliette was in the hospital, still in a shock. It was weird to see her, bewildered and so full of fear, when he'd tried to talk to her.
Hank looked up, seeing the shade of the captain, wandering around in his office. Renard was still here, along with Wu and nearly the rest of the late-shift.
Nick was a liked fellow at the precinct. With him vanished everybody wanted to help. Stark would never make it alive back to jail if he would kill Nick off, this was clear. Every single police-officer and detective at the 3rd precinct would do his or her best to let Stark pay for this. But for now … Nick was hopefully still alive and …
Hank jumped when his cell-phone awoke with a loud signal. He pulled it out of his pocket staring at the screen. Four letters were blinking at the top of it: NICK.
"What's up?“ Wu asked. The small Asian cop seemed to noticed that something was wrong.
Hank, unable to speak for a second, showed the screen to the officer.
"Got it!“ Wu moved and began to run, out of the office.
Hank waited another second, gulping and with the growing hope that Nick was escaped. Then he touched the accept-button and held the phone to his ear.
"Hey, partner, how's going?“ He asked, his voice weak.
"Hank?“ Nick's voice, no doubt! And Nick sounded … angsty, fearful.
"Yeah, man, it's me“, Hank said, still hoping the impossible was possible.
"Hank, you have to listen to me. You hear me?“ Nick asked.
"I hear you, partner. What's up? Where are you?“ Hank said.
A gasping breath was the only answer. "You owe Stark five years“, Nick's voice told him. "He will give you five days. At the end of the fifth day … I will die.“
Hank's hand began to shiver. "Nick, where are you? How are you? Do you know ...“
"Five days for five years, Hank.“
The call ended.
Hank stared at the phone, trying to put together what he'd heard. When the cell phone again began to ring he jumped, staring at the screen. An incoming MMS the screen told him.
Hank didn't want to look at the pic but … he accepted again and stared at the screen.
Nick, sitting on a chair, his big eyes widened in fear, the pretty face full of blood and hematomae. It was clear as water from what.
"Hank, what's up?“ Captain Renard's voice brought him back to reality.
Hank pushed his cell to the desk, trying to bring distance between the screen and himself.
Renard took the phone and looked at the photo.
"Nick's alive. That's good“, the Captain said.
"In five days he will be dead when we are not able to find him“, Hank explained and closed his eyes …
***
Five days …
Again he sat besides the fireplace, staring blank into the air in the direction Stark was doing whatever he did.
Five days …
It felt weird to know when the own life was ending, Nick decided. Weird and … regretful. He wanted to do so much in this life but now it would end in five days. And, there was this tiny little voice inside his head telling him that Stark would create this death everything but easy.
Five days were a long time to die, a damned long time.
Nick's heart began to hurt.
He wanted to live! He'd never done something to deserve this, never in his life!
Just like this would matter, this tiny little voice said to him.
Yeah, he also never wanted to become a Grimm and now?
Five days …
Nick looked to the window near the table. There his cell phone was, useless because Stark pulled out the battery.
Five days …
Stark closed the door.
Nick moved his head and watched at the Wesen.
Stark had changed the bar and the padlock so it seemed. Now he put his tools together in one of the dresser's drawers.
"I have to do something“, Stark said to Nick, coming up to him.
"I'm thirsty“, Nick said. "Please ...“
Stark stopped half the way to his prisoner and watched him. Then he nodded, turned around to the dresser and took one of the water-bottles he'd brought into the cabin right after the call.
Again Nick was pulled to his feet and dragged to the chair. There Stark opened the bottle and helt it to his lips so he could drink.
After that Stark grabbed Juliette's scarf and used it as gag on Nick before he finally bound the young man to the chair.
"Keep quiet and it will be alright“, Stark ordered before he left the cabin.
Nick closed his eyes.
Five days …