The Wolf and the Wolverine Chapter 2 I honestly doubt anyone is still here for this... but why the hell not, I figure. Two years later, here's another chapter. Or piece of one, at least.
The prim click-click-click of Snow's heels on the big city pavement voiced her fury just as clearly as either man's infamous growls would have. Those men were currently silent, minds reeling. Logan was amused by Snow's sharp control of the man who pass for his own brother... she reminded him of some of the women in his own life. Red hair suddenly in his mind's eye, Logan's smile faltered.
Damn.
He pushed her out of his head.
Bigby watched as Logan's expressions changed more quickly than the traffic lights at rush hour. Then a sly smirk nearly hidden by that peculiar not-quite-beard, now a certain sad sternness of an intensity that brought a sudden but sharp ache into his own heart. His curiosity rose at this burly man who looked so oddly like his own (human) reflection. Except for his eyes... those eyes may have been more wolfish than his own. Bigby quietly huffed, an exhalation brought by his confusion and concern.
"What?" Logan asked, turning in Bigby's direction.
Snow continued her furious pace ahead of them, oblivious to the conversation that would have been imperceptible to human ears. Though Snow's ears were yet still better than a human's, her rage dulled her senses and so she remained clueless that the victims of her wrath were beginning to make some deep connection in a way only men of their dark histories could. Perhaps the men themselves were clueless of the bond they were beginning to form.
Logan still watched the sheriff with an unreadable expression heavy with veiled curiosity.
Bigby looked over at the shorter man, eyebrows raised as he adjusted his black tie, silently asking if an answer what was the mutant actually wanted. Logan looked up and then back at the sheriff, shrugging. He laughed, more a short bark than laughter with any mirth, but amused nonetheless.
"Am I under arrest?" A single hairy brow lifted in bemused expectation.
It was Bigby's turn to bark laughter. "We'll see." He paused, carefully choosing his own question. "Where the hell are you from, anyways?"
"Depends on who you ask. Not from here, that's for damn sure. Nuthin' here for me anymore so who the fuck knows why I'm even still here," he shrugged. "How far are we goin'? That woman wants our heads. How long are we goin' to make her wait for them?"
Bigby exhaled heavily. Shit. "We're almost there. Probably questions first, but we'll be wishing that she would have killed us first instead." Logan laughed, more deeply this time. "I'm lookin' forward to it."
There will likely be more coming... Just trying to gauge if there's any interest for this to continue. Suggestions or requests are welcome.