Authors Note: Caught this show one day when bored and then i liked so much that I watched the other episodes. So I had this idea and decided to run with it and got these first Two chapter. Take a look, if you like it, then more chapters shall come. I own nothing except for the characters I make up. Without Further ado, enjoy.

Chapter 1: 9 to 5

For what was the fifteenth time today, Peter wished that Storybrooke had another place to eat besides the diner. He had no problem with the food, or the other people around him. As a matter of fact it was quite peaceful, however whenever he saw a certain red-clad waitress swiveling her hips towards his direction his heart leapt in his throat. He quickly got up from the table leaving the half finished breakfast there, and tossing a small stack of bills on the table and muttered "Thanks."

He ducked his head and was out the door before Ruby could say one word to him.

Blunderbore's Grocery stood prominently in the center of the town. It was a familiar fixture for Peter who worked there as a stock boy/cashier/ and all around wage slave. He parked his dark green truck behind the store and then went in the employee entrance. Once in the back he clocked in and then looked around to see if he was alone. Then he sat down on a pile of boxes all containing canned goods for him to stock. He used this time to day dream a little bit. However his day dreams were cut short,a s a hand reached from behind him and grabbed him in a choke hold.

He struggled for a minute until he realized who it was and laughed, and the choke hold loosened, as his friend Jack said in a mock authoritative tone " Your five minutes late, Petey." Peter chuckled at the impersonation of their boss, especially seeing as his blonde, tall and skinny friend was anything but threatening.

"That's coming out of your paycheck." Said another voice in the same tone. Stepping from behind a stack of boxes was his other friend, a short guy with a mop of brunette hair. Billy, better known as Blue to his friends completed the trio. They had been friends since they all started working here.

"Dreaming again man?" Jack questioned dropping the voice " Let me guess does it happen to do with your ex?"

Before Peter could respond Blue chimed in " I bet he was,hell Ruby's shown up in my dreams a couple times, but I'll spare you the details." He said sticking out his tongue as he dodged a half hearted punch thrown his way " I'm just saying you shouldn't have broken up with her man. Now every guy in Storybrooke is looking to be her rebound."

Peter was silent for a while. Until he finally gave the half hearted response " Guess we both wanted different things."

Jack rolled his eyes "Bullshit, you both wanted to get the hell out of here as I remember, until her grandma got sick and you.." his voive however trailed off as they heard the door leading out into the store thump and a voice bellowed out to them.

" If you idiots are done playing grab ass, get back to work! I don't pay you to stand around."

Mr Blundbore, their boss had arrived that much was clear. The man was built like a linebacker and had the voice of a drill seargeant. His bald head gleamed in the light of the stock room. The boys snapped to attention. Mr Blundbore, was not only there boss, but a member of Storybrooke's city council, and an all around pain in their ass. However they had once seen him throw a table out the window in anger, so they kept a healthy fear of him.

"You barely pay us at all." Jack muttered under his breath

"What was that boy?" Mr Blundbore bellowed

"Nothing sir."

"That's what I thought, also." Mr Blunderbore said with a smile that held no warmth " Petey, seeing as you saw it fit to be late today. I want you to go deliver Mayor Mill's groceries today. Now move!" he said as he then stalked back out to the grocery store itself.

"I hate when he calle me Petey." Peter said with a groan "..and I gotta go to the Mayor's house. Not only does she make you put away the groceries that you deliver, but all she does is stare at you like your going to steal something."

Jack nodded and said "Then you do the work, smile and nod to her because she's the mayor, then she shoves you out the door and doesn't tip!"

Blue agreed as he made his way to the front of the store turning back around to say " Worst job here, good thing I don't have to do it any more."

Peter said nothing, and merely raised his middle finger.

He shifted the heavily laden grocery crate and rang the doorbell. To his surprise a dark haired kid that couldn't have been more than 10 opened the door.

'Can I help you?" the kid questioned

Peter paused and then recognition came over his face " Your….Henry right? I'm Peter, Peter Hamelin. I work at Blunderbore's Grocery. I'm here to drop off a delivery."

The kid nodded and said " Come in."

Peter stowed the milk in the fridge as he closed it, finished with the refrigerated items. Henry was perched on a chair not far from him.

" My moms out." He explained " I'm usually used to Jack being the one that drops the groceries off."

Peter grabbed a few canned items and made his way to the pantry as he said " That makes sense, Jack tends to give the boss the most trouble, so he usually uses this as his favorite punishment." He said right before he winced and nearly smacked himself as he just compared this to punishment in front of the mayor's son. He gave a pained grin as he turned back around to the kid

"It's okay I know how she can be sometimes…" Henry said

Peter sighed and opened the pantry as he said " ..and if you don't tell your mom I said that then you'll be my her-aaah!" his kind words were interrupted as he turned on the pantry lights and shouted as he thought he saw a furry blur dart out of the pantry.

However as he whirled around all he saw a curious Henry wondering why he'd shouted. After that he quickly stored the rest of the groceries and bid Henry farewell. Admitting to himself that dealing with the Mayor's son was a far more enjoyable experience then dealing with the Mayor herself.

He got back in his truck, tossed the crate in the passenger seat and strated it up. He was about to head out when he suddenly heard a very loud squeak. His head snapped over to the passenger seat as he saw perched on top of the crate was a small brown mouse with a balck spot on it's fur. It then angled it's head up at him and squeaked again.

"Huh?" Was all Peter could say.