A/N: Hey guys, Heidi here with a short wolf among us fanfic. I'm still taking requests, so just send me a PM. School sucks at the moment because I'm a senior and super busy, but I'm trying to write whenever I can. So yeah, stay fabulous.
Bigby Wolf was not the mushy, touchy, feely type. In fact, he was anything but. He was known as the tough guy here in Fabletown, the big bad wolf, and well, he had a damn good reputation to maintain around here. Sure, he wasn't as scary as he was before, learning now how to control his anger most times, but still, none of that even mattered. Almost all of the fables still were terrified of him, and that was that worried him the most. With Bigby being the sheriff and all, how was he supposed to protect the citizens of Fabletown when they were so busy fearing him all the time? It wasn't like he was trying to scare them on purpose. He was the big bad wolf, it was just what he did.
Bigby was never known for having a heart, or for caring about what other people thought of him. But, he figured that part of himself had changed. Because now, well he kind of did care what other people thought about him. Not so much people though, but rather one person. And who was that person? None other than the famous Snow White. Bigby's crime solving partner. The woman who had power over him like no other. And now, she despised him with every fiber in her body.
After what Bigby did though, he didn't blame her for hating him. He didn't think he'd be able to forgive himself either. Killing the Crooked Man seemed like a brilliant idea at the time, and it might have always been a great idea to Bigby anyway... But he had promised Snow that he'd bring the son of a bitch back for a damn trial. He was supposed to keep the Crooked Man alive. Bigby thought killing him was good though, and now they were free of the evil man.
But looking back on it, Bigby Wolf could see how easily things could be misinterpreted. It was a heat of the moment decision, one that he couldn't take back. He made it hastily, and without coherent thoughts. Bigby did regret it, but only slightly, and if he could change it or take it back, he surely would. He desperately wanted Snow to be on his side again; things were easier that way. He liked things way better when they were that way.
Lost in his thoughts, Wolf was sitting in his tiny apartment replaying the past few days over and over again in his head. Part of him was frustrated because he couldn't just let things go. But who could let something that serious go away so easily? Things were nowhere near back to normal as he thought they would be. It seemed as if having Snow as deputy mayor did nothing for the citizens of Fabletown. She swore for change, but everything was still the same. And the line that he saw at the business office the other day only confirmed what he already knew. The system was messed up, and both he and Snow knew that.
And he knew that she was pissed at him just by the way she looked at him when he asked if they could talk. Her voice was so stern, her eyebrows practically sewn together in anger. Snow was beyond pissed, that was apparent, and Bigby hadn't talked to her ever since. In truth, he was a little afraid to talk to her because he didn't want her to snap at him. He knew she was stressed out about everything, but Snow was known for snapping on people; especially Bigby.
Then the whole ordeal happened with the farm, and Bigby actually felt bad for sending his so called friends off, so that was just another thing for him to add to the list of things to feel shitty about. Not to mention the surprise encounter with that girl Nerissa. He hadn't expected her to confess all those things about Faith and the other girls. It shocked Bigby really. Her signals were so on and off, he wasn't sure what to believe. She just overall confused Bigby more than anything. What was the deal with that chick? Did she have feelings for the big bad wolf? She wasn't really Bigby's type, but the wolf wanted to know.
A sigh escaped his shapely lips, there was just too much on his plate to deal with right now. It was too overwhelming, especially after he had just finished solving probably the biggest case of his career. He needed some rest like no other. But the only problem with that is even if he tried to go to sleep, it would never come. Insomnia would eat the wolf alive, and he lay restless through the whole night.
Bigby took another drag on his huff and puff cigarette. The apartment was eerily quiet without Colin here. But, rules were rules, and Bigby was the sheriff, he had to enforce the rules. God, why did he feel so shitty right now? His head was pounding to the point where he couldn't even think, his chest was sore each time he took in a breath, his eyes burned and ached. Not to mention all the injuries he had suffered in this short recent amount of time. Sleep was a must right now, so why couldn't he do it?
He sunk down in his uncomfortable chair and closed his golden eyes. Letting out a deep breath, he tried to relax his body. Maybe if he went to sleep everything would be fine when he woke up. But Bigby knew better than that, oh he knew way better than that. He could be such a pessimist at times, but that was life for you. Bigby was not used to looking on the bright side.
As soon as he closed his eyes though, the phone in his little apartment began to ring. He'd let the machine get it though. Bigby did not feel like getting up after he'd just gotten comfortable. Plus, it was really late, so who'd be calling at this time of night. The call couldn't have been important. He listened to the beep, but he didn't open his eyes until he heard the sound of Snow's voice on the other end.
A/N: Should I continue this...?
