What Derives From Hate?

• 09 •

After talking, you and Nick changed, and hailed a Cab to the Portland Airport. The man driving the cab dropped you and Nick off while attendants dragged you both onto a private jet.

You
Thanks, Eld.

Nick
Yeah. Thanks, Eld.

You
To you, mister. Its Eldon.

Nick
Yeah. Thanks Eldon.

You
Okay, thats better.

Your phone rang, interrupting yours and Nicks' small talk. Slowly, you pulled out your Iphone. You looked at the caller ID and almost dropped your phone. To say the least, you were shocked. It was one ID you'd hoped to never see again. It was your sister, Hannah Taylor.

Sister: Tabitha?
You: I thought i made it clear that when I left it was made sure you never made contact with me EVER again!!
Sister: Evan is in the hospital. A-- a car hit us.
You: I cant make it. Im-- im flying.
Sister: He's in a coma. Its been like this for three days.
You: If he wakes up, tell him that i love him a lot and that im sorry i couldn't make it. That i miss him. And this call is our last for. Of contact. Love you, H.
Sister: Love you too, T.

You smiled weakly, and smashed the phone under your boot. You paced around the jet before stopping around about the middle.

Nick
Who was it?

You
My uh-- My sister. My brother-- he's only 15-- Is-- Nick, what if he doesn't make it? It'll destroy her and me. I SWEAR I'LL FIND THE FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER WHO PUT MY FUCKING BROTHER IN A DAMN COMA!!!!!! YOU HEAR ME YOU DAMN SONS A BITCHES?!!!!!!!! YOU HEAR ME YOU SORRY SONS A BITCHES?!!!!! I AM COMING FOR YOU!!! AND I SWEAR YOU WONT LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER DAMN DAY!!!!!

You screamed swear words at the ceiling of the jet until your throat was hoarse. Nick smiled weakly, and hugged you into his muscular frame. Your arms squeezed back, harder than you've ever hugged before. Breathing in Burkhardt's heavenly cologne calmed you down. He started to sway left to right. You grip on him tightened as your hands clinged loosely to his shirt. Nick kissed your head, and let go with a smile.

Nick
I am truly sorry this is what you're being put through. Once we get back to Portland, we'll find these sorry sons a bitches and raise a little hell.

You
Yeah. If other Grimm's know me, they'd go to great lengths to find out who did this to my family.

Nick
What did you mean when you left and for them to never contact you again?

You
Uh-- When i left to be a spy, i told my brother and sister i was going on vacation. I told them they couldnt contact me because it would disrupt the 'lovely' time i was having. That if they did contact me, they'd die. So, i ended up telling them thst i was going to the FBI and they believed me. Well, considering Evan was 8,  Jessica was 14. They'd believe anything. And they aren't Grimm's. Thank GOD!! Because if they were, they'd have reapers up to high heavens in the hospital.

Nick
Yeah. Lets be glad they aren't Grimm's, they wouldnt want what we have.

You
Well, being a Grimm is sort of a gift. Sort of not a gift. Its actually pretty co--

Your ringtone of 'Highway to Hell' blasted throught your pants. You quickly pixked up your second phone and smiled at the caller ID. Your other cousin, Marcus Styne. He lived in Canada as far as you knew.

Marcus: Tabs?
You: Marc?
Marcus: Okay, it is you. Whats up?
You: Oh, nothing. Just taking a trip down to Germany.
Marcus: G-- Germany? You were almost killed there last time.
You: Im immortal.
Marcus: I always forgot about that!
You: You always do! Anyways, how you doing you bastard?
Marcus: Oh. Me and my wife are just darling.
You: You have a wife? That- That's great.
Marcus: You dont have a husband? Im surprised. If we werent related, id be banging you right now.
You: I have a boyfriend.
Marcus: Is he here with you?
Nick: Yes, Marcus!
Marcus: Hey, man. Dont hurt my cousin, she is badass and will kill you.
Nick: My intentions stear clear of trying to hurt her.
Marcus: Whats your name?
Nick: Nicholas Burkhardt.
Marcus: Sorry! Gotta go. Wife is calling me.