A/N: As a disclaimer most of the characters and ideas belong to the creators of Mirror Mirror. The plot, other characters and imagery are my own. Hope you like this story. Butcher was my favorite and so I couldn't leave him without a fiery woman to love. :)

Chapter 1: Here we go again

It has not been long since Snow White the princess married her prince, Albert of Valencia. After beating the evil, vain queen; her step-mother. All seemed well in the kingdom, people were singing and dancing again; enjoying wonderful prosperity. The seven dwarfs had returned to the forest as they felt they were guardians for the passengers traveling through the forest. Not to mention they didn't quite trust the villagers for expelling them in the first place.

One day they were out in the forest on their stilts wishing for something to happen. Everything had been too quiet since Snow had defeated the former queen and restored her father to his throne. "I'm bored" Half-pint said. "I'm hungry. Is it lunchtime yet?" said Grub. "Here we go again" Napoleon said. Then they heard it.

The sound of carriage wheels in the forest. They looked at each other eagerly. Wolf suppressed a howl. Butcher smirked "Showtime." "Not anymore. All we can do is watch." Said Grimm. Still they sprinted off through the woods on their stilts. They seemed to glide over the terrain, as though they really were seven feet tall. Yet, they were graceful as if they were acrobats. As they drew nearer, though they started to slow down and became puzzled for there was another sound mixing in with the carriage wheels; the sound of clinking metal.

As they came over a rise they observed the wagon. Two horses being driven by a man obviously drunk and intending on becoming more so. They still could not figure out the clinking sound until the end of the wagon came into view. There was someone shackled to the wagon, carrying a heavy sack on their back. This puzzled the dwarves, for slavery had been banned after the fall of the former queen.

The wagon came to a halt it seemed the drunkard needed a breather. The shackled person attempted to remove their burden but then fell; dropping the sack spilling the entire contents. It was easy to see that the contents just seemed to be odds and ends. The male screamed "You stupid, useless worm. How dare you drop such important things, I've had it with you." He charged the person as they scrambled to get up and get out of his reach.

He dragged the person by the shackles to the nearest tree and threw the shackle chain over a branch. Standing behind the person, he stretched them up on their feet and they thrashed attempting to free themselves. The man held the end of the chain in one hand while taking a whip from his hip with his other hand. The dwarves started to make a silent descent of the hill moving from tree to tree trying to maintain cover until they were in the best spot to attack.

The man said "I'll teach you some respect for my things." As he lashed out with the whip the person in the shackles arched back but did not make a noise. The dwarves decided it was time to charge. As they got ready to spring into action, as the next blow landed the poor person struggled harder and the cloak that had been hiding their head fell back revealing not a man but a young woman. Her eyes were open, tears streamed down her cheeks but she seemed determined not to scream.

That did it. The dwarves charged down the hill. Wolf sounded the call. They split up with several taking the horses. Butcher headed right for the man with the whip using his own to take the man down hard by the feet, he continued to run dragging him around the wagon. Chuckles met him with a rope and with the help of the others they stripped him down, and hoisted him up by his ankles to a tree branch. This done, Butcher returned to find the shackled person fleeing into the forest. He sprinted after her while the others decided to find anything of use in the wagon. Boy, she was fast. He thought he had lost her as he crested some rocks, only he couldn't see her running in any direction. Then he looked down.

There she was, unconscious at the base of the rocks. He whistled for his companions. Although what he didn't expect was for them to want to take her home with them. "No. No, no, no. We should just take her to the village." Butcher said. They of course argued with him. "She'll never make it." "We can just take care of her while we get Snow to see what she suggests." "Stop being so grumpy." "It worked out before." "Can I keep her?" "Enough. Alright, we can take her home for now." Butcher said.

Although he wondered just what they had gotten themselves into as they carried her through the forest to their home.