A/N: Before I begin, I would like to thank my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, for giving me this idea and for showing me how to write it! I give You all the glory! Amen!

Hello, Disney! I'm sure you guys remember me, from the Zula Patrol fics that I've been putting up. For those who don't know me, I'm iheartgod175, and I write for obscure cartoons like Sheriff Callie's Wild West. For those who do know me, you already know what to expect: new fandom, new story :)

So, I posted on Tumblr a while back that I was thinking of putting up more short stories on my blog. Well, as soon as I put up that up, I got hit with an idea for a Sheriff Callie's Wild West story. It's probably gonna be a three-parter with a bit of drama as well as humor, but knowing how my mind works, be prepared for an extension similar to that of my other fic, Have Guitar, Will Travel.

And because the pairing smacked me over the head while I was writing other stuff, the main pairing here is Callie/Peck. Heck, I confess that the whole reason this story exists is because I wanted to write a Callie/Peck fic. If you don't like them, well...I don't know what to tell ya, other than to look elsewhere. :)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!


Title: You've Got My Attention

Fandom: Sheriff Callie's Wild West

Genre/Tags: Western/Romance/Drama/Adventure/Friendship/Tragedy/Semi-Slowburn (because I get impatient with these things)

Rated: T (for mild violence and tragedy)

Full Summary: Sheriff Callie is considered to be one of the most eligible bachelorettes in the West, and has had numerous suitors-and recently, she's been begrudgingly entertaining attentions from a persistent cat named Timothy. When he doesn't take no for an answer and becomes more aggressive, her deputy Peck steps in to drive him off. However, Timothy isn't about to step aside, and as part of his revenge, he plans to cause disorder in Nice 'n Friendly Corners. With this chaos comes high tensions and buried secrets-Peck's feelings for a certain sheriff being one of them. A Sheriff Callie's Wild West fic. Callie/Peck, because why the heck not.

Disclaimer: It should be obvious that I don't own Sheriff Callie's Wild West. And considering how dark my fics can be, that's probably for the best.


You've Got My Attention

Part 1: The Suitor

It was late afternoon when Peck and Toby rode into Nice 'n Friendly Corners, having just completed their rounds. After waving to some of the citizens walking about, the pair stopped in front of the sheriff's office and tethered their steeds to the pole.

"Say, Toby, how's about we head over to Ella's for milkshakes after supper tonight? My treat," Peck offered.

Toby looked up at Peck, a bright smile on his face. "Why, that sounds right swell! Thanks, Peck!" he said. "I'm gettin' two banana milkshakes this time!"

"Remember, Toby, it's after supper" Peck teased. "'sides, you know very well that Sheriff Callie won't let ya drink that many. We'd better report back to the sheriff first, though."

"Aw, alright, Peck."

Peck smiled over at his old friend, and walked up to the sheriff's office and made his way in. "Oh, Sheriff, we're-"

He stopped in the middle of the doorway. Callie was sitting at her desk, engaged in a conversation with another cat, who was about an inch or two taller than Callie herself and had gold and white fur. He wore a brown shirt, a black vest and light blue jeans. His black and gold cowboy hat hung on the rack next to the door.

Well, he's certainly made himself at home, Peck thought to himself, folding his arms.

Toby bumbled into his back, sending several jolts of pain. "Uh, Peck, why're you-"

"I'm waitin' for this fella ta finish up," Peck said.

"Aw, come on, at least promise me that you'll rethink it, Sheriff," the cat said.

"I've gotta admit, I'm right flattered, Timothy, but I'm afraid that I'm not interested," Callie replied. "Maybe some other time."

Timothy sighed. "My friends were right. You are hard to get," he said.

"Oh, it's not you at all, Timothy. You're a nice fella, but I'm not interested," she replied, casually. "I hope I didn't offend ya."

"Nope, you didn't, Sheriff. If anythin', you've only made me even more determined," Timothy said. "I'll be back soon, an' I'll prove myself to be a cat that you'll like." He stood up and turned to leave, only to start when he saw Peck and Toby standing there. His blue eyes relaxed and he nodded at them. "Deputies." He then picked up his hat from the rack. "Sorry for keepin' ya waitin'."

"No worries," Peck said, stepping aside so the cat could leave.

When he was gone, Toby turned to Callie. "Who was that, Sheriff?"

That's what I want to know, Peck thought, but he didn't vocalize it.

"Oh, that was Timothy," Callie said. "Apparently, he and his friends are stayin' in town searchin' for gold. If they don't find any, they're on to the next town."

"So, why'd he come here for?" Peck asked."They could've asked Dirty Dan an' Dusty about gold!"

"Well, he did. But then I learned that...well, he likes me, and was asking me out on a date," Callie replied, somewhat shyly.

"A date?" both of her deputies exclaimed. Toby sounded surprised, but Peck sounded shocked, and a little angry.

"Yup. He said that he'd been tryin' to ask for a while, but he wasn't sure if I'd take his offer or not," she answered.

"Maybe he's the one who sent ya all those strange gifts weeks back," Toby said.

"Gifts?" Peck repeated.

"Oh, yeah, now that ya mention it, those must've been where that big ol' bouquet of flowers came from, right, Sheriff Callie?" Toby continued, completely ignoring Peck's fuming.

"He told me after he said he liked me that he sent me the roses, the chocolates an' that ball of premium extra-sparkly pink yarn," Callie said. She gave a small smile. "That one was my favorite."

Peck's hands quickly balled into fists. It was taking all it had in him to not explode right then and there. "Yeah, I bet it was..."

"Guess he got tired of sendin' stuff an' decided to ask ya outright," Toby mused.

"Sadly for him, I had to tell 'im that I wasn't interested."

"He wasn't bad lookin' or anythin', was he, Sheriff?" Toby said. "He looked normal to me."

"Well, he was kinda cute," Callie said, "but somethin' about 'im seemed a little...off. But like I said, I wasn't too interested in 'im."

"Reckon he's thinkin' of tryin' to get your attention again," Toby said. "He said he was more determined ta prove that he'll be a guy you like."

"But you jus' told 'im that you weren't interested!" Peck argued. "Why does he keep tryin'?"

"Some fellas are persistent when it comes to courtin', Peck. Trust me, I've had a few suitors in the past," Callie answered.

"S-Suitors?" Peck replied, all but shrieking the word.

"Aw, come on, Peck. You know the sheriff's got a lot of people who like 'er," Toby said. "You've seen some of those fellas around town, all tryin' to win her over. And you can't blame them. Sheriff Callie's very pretty!"

Callie chuckled. "Aw, thanks, Toby," she said. "Hopefully, he won't become too crazy over me or anythin'."

I hope so, too...for his sake, Peck thought. He paused, realizing what he'd just thought, and almost wanted to slap himself in the head. Great, now I sound like one of those crazy people!

"So, did you run into trouble on your rounds?" Callie asked.

"Nope, not at all, Sheriff. We were talkin' about headin' over to the saloon for some milkshakes after supper," Toby said.

"That's a good idea," Callie replied. "How about we all head over to the saloon together? We haven't eaten out in a while."

"Sounds like a great idea, Sheriff," Peck said. Well, even though he wasn't too happy about Timothy, at least he'd be able to eat out with the sheriff and his best friend. "We'll clean up an' then get goin'."


A little later...

The bell jangled over the door to the saloon. The saloon's owner, Ella, looked up to and smiled when she saw Callie, Peck and Toby. "Why, howdy, y'all! You guys eatin' in this time?" she asked.

"We sure are," Callie said. "Can you start me off with regular milk, please?"

"I'll take the 2% reduced fat, please!" Toby said.

"I'll have what the sheriff's havin'!" Peck answered.

Ella smiled brightly. "Comin' right up!" She then made her way to the back where she kept her glasses.

"I'm tryin' to figure out what to order," Toby mused, looking at the menu. "Maybe I'll go with the tumbleweed fries as a starter."

"I've got a hankerin' for a salad," Peck said. "An' afterwards, probably the garden vegetable soup." He turned towards Callie. "What're you eatin', Sheriff?"

"Hmm...I'm thinkin' of orderin' a tuna salad sandwich," she answered.

"Funny. That's my favorite sandwich, too."

All three of them turned around at the sound of the voice. Timothy was sitting there, spinning the cream in his milkshake with a straw. He looked up at Callie then, the smile on his face turning sheepish.

"Sorry I startled ya, Sheriff. I wasn't tryin' to, honest," he said. "I was jus' speakin' aloud."

A flash of irritation went through Peck. But you were tryin' to get her attention, weren't ya? He tried to keep calm by lightly drumming his fingers on the table, but he knew he wouldn't be calm unless Timothy miraculously got up and left.

"Oh, it's not a problem, Timothy," Callie answered. "Everyone's done it before."

"Mm-hmm. Say, while you're here, I was wondering if you've reconsidered that offer of mine?" Timothy said.

Callie gave him a small smile, one that showed how uncomfortable she was. This did not go missed by Peck, either. "I'm sorry, Timothy, but my answer's the same as before."

"We could go out for tuna fish sandwiches another time then."

"Look, I appreciate the offer, but I'm afraid I'll have ta turn ya down," she said.

"What? I'm not your type or somethin'?" Timothy asked, frowning.

Callie's smile disappeared entirely as she tried to think of something. "Well-"

There was a loud clack as the heels of Peck's boots hit the floor. Callie and Toby stared, openmouthed, as Peck glared at Timothy.

"Listen here, you stubborn polecat," Peck started, his eyes narrowing, "the sheriff already said she wasn't interested in ya. If I was you, I'd take it an' leave it alone."

"I hear she tells almost every fella who likes her the same thing," Timothy said. "She's gotta accept an offer sooner or later. She owes it to the fellers who are puttin' in time an' effort to ask."

"She doesn't owe you nothin'!" Peck argued. "If she wants to, she wants to. If she doesn't, she doesn't. An' she obviously doesn't." He folded his arms and sent the cat a pointed glare. "You need to back off."

Timothy chuckled, and then he stood up from his seat. He was smiling, but the look in his eyes was dangerous. "What if I don't?" he said. "You gonna arrest me or somethin', Deputy?"

"If you keep harrassin' her, I will," Peck retorted, staring the cat down. "An' trust me, you don't want me to."

Dead silence filled the saloon. All eyes were locked on Timothy and Peck. The former's expression was changing into a cruel sneer, and the latter's glare was growing angrier by the second.

"Uh-oh," Ella muttered.

"You think I'm afraid of a big-mouthed woodpecker like you?" Timothy scoffed. "Personally, I don't see why you're gettin' so worked up over my talkin' to the sheriff."

"I am not gettin' worked up!" Peck shouted.

Timothy scoffed. "Yeah, sure," he said. "Like I didn't notice the way ya looked at me when I was talkin' to the sheriff, Deputy. You're suspectin' me of somethin'."

Callie looked over at Peck, whose hands were balling into fists. "Peck-"

"And just why are you gettin' so suspicious, hmm? Are you one of those folks that inspects every person that likes their friends?" Timothy continued. "Or…"

"Or what?" Peck demanded.

Timothy smirked. "Or are you trying to keep the sheriff to yourself?" he finished.

Peck was an inch away from Timothy's jacket only for sharp needles to stick into his right arm. He yelped in pain, and turned around to face Toby, who held onto his arm for dear life. "Toby, let me go!"

"Don't fight 'im, Peck! He's not worth it!" the cactus pleaded.

"I think Peck disagrees with me. I bet the sheriff is, eh, Deputy?" Timothy said. His sneer disappeared, leaving only an angry glower in his blue eyes. "You'd do best to stay out of my way, woodpecker, or else I'm gonna put you six feet under. An' that'll be after I skin you alive an' make a nice price offa your feathers. She's mine, not yours."

Anger coursed hot through Peck's veins. "Why, you-"

"You should keep your own advice."

Whatever Peck was going to say disappeared the moment Callie got down from her chair and stood in front of Peck. The anger on her face could've killed a lesser person. "After what you've done, not only insultin' my deputy, but also treatin' me like some kind of prize, I want nothin' to do with you anymore, Timothy," she said.

Timothy's mouth dropped open in utter shock. "Wha-"

"Well, if that didn't get the point across, I don't know what else will," Ella replied. She set her glass down and looked at Timothy. "If you're gonna cause trouble in my saloon, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."

Timothy snarled angrily, and then he snatched up his hat and made his way to the door. Before he left, he turned to face Peck. "This isn't over, Deputy! You may've won today, but soon I'll be the one with the last laugh," he said. "You just wait. You'll regret getting in my way!"

The door slammed shut with an ominous bang. Ella breathed out a long, relieved sigh. "Whew, that was hairy. For a second there, I was worried 'bout a fight breakin' out." She looked at Callie, who was climbing back up to the bar. "Is everythin' alright, Sheriff?"

"I'm fine, Ella. Thanks," she replied. She sighed. "I didn't want to lose my temper like that, but...he was threatenin' Peck and-"

"Oh, no, I completely understand. I would've done more than lost my temper, though," Ella said.

Callie nodded, and then she looked over at Peck, who made his way back to his seat, looking rather subdued. "Are ya alright, Deputy Peck?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm alright, Sheriff," he said. He didn't sound like it, though, nor did he look it. "Jus' a little tired from dealin' with that guy. He just didn't know when to quit."

Toby looked at his friend worriedly. "You almost punched him, Peck."

"But you stopped me from doin' it, Toby. If I had hit him, it would've been over," Peck answered, drinking his milk.

A hand touching his shoulder made him pause. He looked over to his left and saw Callie's paw resting on his left shoulder. Her face was aglow with a warm smile.

"Thanks for defendin' me back there, Peck. I really appreciate it," she said. "You're a true friend to the end."

Peck swallowed the remaining sip hard. "U-Uh...shucks, i-it was nothin', Sheriff," he answered. A part of him wanted to say, I'm standin' here as your friend, but really, I'm in love with you. I can't stand seein' you with that guy. But he kept quiet, lest he prove Timothy's words. "I'm just glad that you're not bein' bothered no more."

"Me too." To his dismay, her paw left his shoulder and returned to her napkin. "Well, let's not worry about him anymore, fellas. Supper's gonna be served in a few."

"Now that's the best thing I've heard all day!" Toby said. He paused, and then said, "Well, second best, next to Peck tellin' me that he was gonna buy milkshakes."

Peck had to admit, Toby's idea sounded good, but he couldn't help but worry about Timothy's words. He had a bad feeling about the cat, and he was more than certain that what Timothy had in mind for him was probably going to extend towards Callie as well. He balled his hand in a fist. Timothy could pluck him clean, but if he even thought of laying a paw on Callie, he'd make good on this threat.

"Say, Peck, aren't ya gonna eat?" Toby asked.

Peck snapped out of it, and looked down at his food, which had been placed in front of him without his realizing it. He chuckled. "Of course I'm gonna eat, Toby! An' I'm gonna enjoy it, too!" he said, taking a bite out of his salad.

Yes, he'd enjoy his meal and the time with his friends-and block out the image of that horrible cat in the process.


Outside of the saloon, Timothy snarled as he watched the sheriff and her two deputies eat supper together. "Enjoy your meal an' your time with the sheriff while you can, Peck, 'cause it ain't gonna last long. This town and your precious Sheriff will be mine," he said. "And I'll make sure to remove any obstacles...startin' with you."

He stalked away into the darkness, revenge brewing in his mind.

End of Part 1


I got hit with some Callie/Peck feels and I wanted to write something out. It was originally supposed to be fluffy, with Callie discovering Peck's jealous side and his love for her, but then it turned into this. I'm thinking of making this a two or three-shot, so I can build up on more of the characters, particularly Timothy. But as I said before, I don't make guarantees when it comes to this stuff.

My headcanon is that Callie gets asked out a lot, but she usually ends up turning some of them down (with the exception of a few). She's similar to the "Blazin' Trails" Ricochet in this regard, as he's gotten a lot of girls who asked him out. And unlike Ricochet, Callie doesn't have an extensive love life and she's not the kind of girl (er, cat) who'd string people along. There is a reason for it, though, but I won't tell you why she rejects most of her suitors, but that'll be saved for another time.

Peck, in my opinion is similar to Pearl in Steven Universe, but with more of a jealous streak. Here, he didn't even know about Callie's numerous dates, so he wasn't too happy to learn that Timothy was added to that list. And surprisingly, despite his tendency to mouth off his big beak to people, he actually managed to keep his love for Callie secret. Part 2 will probably have the aftermath of the incident at the saloon.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Constructive criticism is most appreciated!

God bless, iheartgod175