These oneshots are in no particular chronological order; just a little somethings that I hope you enjoy. Also, I would have posted this much earlier, but my computer was being a pain and not letting me log in.
As usual, I don't own anything.
Erik woke up to a feeling of warmth against his back. While he did have a small fire lit in the little cave, it wasn't nearly enough to keep him as warm as he was now. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and rolled over. In front of his eyes was a mass of black fur. Then the glowing eyes of a wolf met his.
"Ah!" he exclaimed as he staggered to his feet, sword in hand. The wolf, however, did nothing and simply continued to look at him. His eyes darted down to the floor where he saw a crimson red cloak. "mon Dieu, you nearly scared me half to death," he said with a sigh of relief as he sheathed his sword. He walked over to the cloak, picked it up, and then draped it over the wolf. A moment later, Red appeared, smiling at him. "What in the world where you doing here?"
"I could say the same for you," she replied.
"Well, now that I'm a wanted man, I can't exactly stay at the opera house anymore, can I? So now I'm on the run, a fugitive, if you will. What about you?"
"I found you here sleeping. It's been cold lately and I didn't want you to freeze up. So I kept you warm."
"I appreciate the thought…" he slumped down the wall into a sitting position. "…right now I could use a little warmth." As Erik sat there, arms crossed and head facing the ground so that all one could see of his head was the black brim of his hat, Red walked over and sat so close to him that their shoulders were touching. Then she leaned her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arm around his. He made no sign of objecting to the action. Then they both drifted off to sleep again. When they awoke, neither of them mentioned what had happened and never did.
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Ruby still remembered that night. She had even thought that maybe they could be together, even if she couldn't sing like Christine or was a pretty as her. After the Curse came, those feelings planted themselves in her heart again, when they knew each other as only their Storybrooke counterparts. Still, when she looked in his eyes, he knew that he could never love anyone else, even if he had let her fly away. But he was happy, and true friends are happy when their companions are happy.
"Ruby?" a voice called. Standing at the door was Christine and Meg, who were ready to order lunch.
"Hey," she replied with a smile, "great to see you."
