A/N: Hey guys, I decided to take a crack at this fandom. Let me know if you like this in a review and if I should continue this. Idk, I thought I'd give it a try. Hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading!
Tea For Three
A cloud of smoke passed his lips as he sat against the uncomfortable chair of his. His eyes were closed as his huff and puff cigarette hung from his mouth. "Damn..." He found himself mumbling to himself. Today had been stressful, just like any other day. He got in a fight with the Woodsman... again. It was over something stupid too, he couldn't help it that his anger got to him like it had. The bearded male just irked him like no other. Unfortunately Holly wasn't too happy with the fact that he broke a barstool over the fables head.
Eyes opening, Bigby let out a sigh. The silence was overwhelming, he looked around for his fig friend. Colin seemed to have left for the moment, probably was put up with the place. The Farm was better, he couldn't imagine why the pig always escaped. Reaching out, he grabbed his glass of alcohol from the table and stared at it. Putting his cigarette out, he took a gulp of the burning liquid. Setting the cup back down, he slumped back as he tried to enjoy the pure silence. Now would be the best time to go to sleep, Snow had warned him that he needed to get some rest or he'd get injured on the job from lack of it. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he thought about her warning. She was always worried about him, it was a nice feeling.
Snow White, she seemed to be the only fable who wasn't afraid of the Big Bad Wolf. Or at least, was the only one who didn't shove the fact that he was what he was down his throat. He loved her for that. If any thing happened to Snow... he didn't know what he would have done. Remembering that one time he had thought she was dead, her head at his doorstep, he couldn't control his anger. That fucker Crane didn't help much either. Rubbing his temple in annoyance, he reminded himself that the past was the past. He wasn't getting anything done here, standing up, he grabbed his coat. Pulling it on, he lit up another cigarette before heading over to the business office.
The night was chilly, a thin layer of snow rested on the dying grass. Hugging his coat closer to himself, he looked around as he walked. No trouble was happening it seemed, no one seemed to be out this late at night. Good, there are predators that run around this time. Scratching at his thick head of hair, he let another sigh slip. He needed to talk to Snow, figure out what was going to happen now. Now that the Crooked Man was taken care of, it just seemed to quiet in the town.
Suddenly there was a loud smashing of glass, pulling Bigby's attention away. Turning, he noticed a store with its glass front now busted. He recognized this place but couldn't quite put his finger on it. Raising a brow, he quickly made his way over. Glancing inside, he saw two men snooping around. His eyes continued wandering, different sorts of tea cups lined the walls. The looked expensive. Looking at the two men, he noticed they were stuffing cups in their bags. Pathetic Mundies. Frowning, he stepped on his half finished cigarette. "I don't think you two are allowed here during this time of night." He spoke out, grabbing their attention. He had to be careful, Snow would be beyond pissed if she found out he exposed his wolf side to these two thieves. He'd just have to be careful it seemed.
"Who in the fuck are you?" One of them asked with annoyance. The other seemed nervous, frightened that they had been caught so quickly.
Bigby rose his brow, who didn't know him? "I'm the sheriff of this town and to me, it seems you aren't following the law." Looking down at the large shards of glass from the window, he looked back up. Isn't breaking in and entering illegal?" He knew he should just inform the cops, let them deal with their own kind but whoever owned this shop didn't deserve this. Taking a step forward, he heard a click. Stopping where h stood, he looked at the barrel of a gun that was now pointing directly at him. Great, this was going to be fun. He should have just stayed in that uncomfortable chair.
"Come any closer and I'll blow your fucking head off." The man threatened, his teeth gritted together. His grip on his pistol tightened, his finger hovered over the trigger.
Bigby stared at the man before lifting his hands, "It's alright. Just come with me to the station and maybe we can figure all this out?" He suggested and took a step forward. Not even a second later, he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder. Looking over, he noticed blood pouring out of the fresh new wound. A frown formed as he looked at the man. "You know... I was really going to try to be a nice guy." Glaring, he began walking forward. Another loud shot rung out, this time hitting his chest. A low growl rumbled through him, he knew he wouldn't be able to make it much more if he didn't transform. He'd have to apologize to Snow later.
The other man attempted to make a run for it. He was stopped quickly, horror sketched his face as he looked at the heavy breathing wolf-man. "What in the bloody hell are you?!" He asked before being thrown at the gun holder.
Bigby turned and began to leave, hearing the police sirens from afar. He needed to leave now or shit was going to hit the fan. That was when he felt a whole round hit him from behind. "Learn to fucking give up!" He snarled, roaring back at the two. Moving towards a counter, he dug his claws into the side and picked it up. Pulling it hard, he swung it, smashing it against many of the cups. Lifting it over his head, he threw it at them. Hearing the sirens much louder, he grunted as he ran out. There was no way he was going to be caught by those idiots who called themselves police.
Returning to his human form, he didn't stop walking until he reached his apartment. Going straight to the bathroom, he stared at his reflection in the stained mirror. Dried blood covered his torso, most of the wounds were already healed up. Grabbing a rag, he began washing it off. Setting the cloth back down, he leaned over the sink.
There was a loud pounding on his front door.
He looked over, "Well... that didn't take long." Standing up straight, he made his way out of the bathroom and towards the door. Opening it up, he came to see a very pissed off looking Snow White. Leaning on the frame, he couldn't help but smile. "What can I do you for Snow?" He knew it was only going to make her angrier, playing stupid over something as serious as this.
She immediately walked passed him and spun around, "Do you have any idea how much a memory wiping spell is?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips. "And thanks to you, Ms. Pott is in danger of losing her business because you broke all of her tea cups!"
He watched her get flustered, the way her hair bounced each time she shook her head at him. She was beautiful, he could admit that everyday. Even when her blue orbs where lit with anger, he'd still get lost in them. His smile grew as he watched her shake her hand at him.
"Are you even listening to me?" She asked in annoyance. "Two mundies said they saw a man-beast and were attacked by it. Jack saw you leaving the scene so don't even try to lie to me and say you weren't there." She crossed her arms, "We had to wipe all of their memories Bigby, don't you know how bad that could have gone? You are the Sheriff of this place, aren't you supposed to protect the citizens of Fabletown? What about earlier with the Woodsman Bigby? How many times do we have to have this conversation?" Her expression looked exhausted, "I don't know what to do with you sometimes..."
Now she was disappointed in him, this was the part he hated. Walking passed her, he took a seat on his chair. "They were trying to rob Ms. Pott for one, and two, I was the one that got shot." Looking away, he frowned. "Why don't you ever stick up for my side for once? Why can't you see that I am trying to protect everyone?" He mumbled, glaring at the wall to the side of them.
Snow's shoulders slumped, her eyes lowered. Walking over to him, she leaned down. "You still have some wounds..." She poked at one of the scars on his chest, "You make me worry Bigby, I just want you to be careful out there. You can't show the mundies any other form than this one alright?" Smiling, she patted his shoulder before standing back up. "I need to head back to the office, deal with Blue Beard before he get's out of control. Just so you know, tomorrow you're going to help clean up that mess Sheriff." Turning around, she began heading towards the door.
"Why haven't you given up on me yet?" He had to ask, this hadn't been the only time she had to come by his place to yell at him and remind him about the rules. "I mess up constantly yet... you haven't marked me as a complete failure."
The ravenette looked back at him, her hand on the now open door. "Why should I give up on you? As far as I see, you're doing what you think is best for this town." She turned her back to him, "You aren't a failure either so get that out of your head." She let out a small sigh, "I'll see you later."
Bigby watched as she left, closing the door behind her. He ran his fingers through his thick hair, untangling it slightly. Damn... She really knew what to say it seemed. Feeling that same smile return, he looked out of the window. Bright neon lights lit up the darkened room like a Christmas tree. Sighing to himself, he leaned back. As long as that woman was there, he'd clean that shop spotless.
