The Wolf and the Wolverine

by mismatchedmuses

Bigby Wolf is used to having to restore the peace between Fables by most nearly any means necessary. However, the sheltered sect of New York that is Fabletown is about to discover that Fables aren't the only supernatural beings trying to avoid the mundys' attention. Unfortunately, the Fables are considerably better at laying low than the headline-catching mutants.

3. Chapter 3

I'm not making promises, but I think I may actually start going somewhere with this. This is small, I know, but I figure I ought to see if anyone's still out there before really digging into this story so long in the making.

Logan had to look up to see the top of the building- he had to look up to see the top of many things- but the beautiful yet seemingly misplaced building was large enough that Bigby, trying to see his "home" as Logan must, also had to lift his chin with his gaze. Snow, oblivious to anything but her own frustration, didn't see that the two hairy men had stopped until she was already at the door.

"Come on!" Her voice rose at the sources of her ire.

Bigby, at a speed decidedly faster than his usual stroll, caught up. Logan could not be convinced to a similar pace. As Snow's heel tap-tapped with frustration on the doorstep, a small and self-satisfied smile grew on the shorter man's grizzled face, infuriating her further. She threw her hands up in exasperation and left the nuisance for Bigby. He watched her walk away, belatedly realizing that she was leaving this problem for him. Shit.

As Logan reached the step, Bigby lit a cigarette. He figured he would be needing it soon.

"Where'd the lady go?" Logan asked, clearly pleased with himself.

"I don't know," Bigby admitted… but not without amusement. He couldn't deny that there were some similarities between them. As he led the mutant through the large building, he barely kept a barrage of questions from spilling out into the hallway. No questions yet. Bigby's gut told him this was going to be a conversation best had behind doors. Although his initial concern that there would be claws of two very different sorts unsheathed had entirely passed by now, he felt that his temper wasn't the only thing that may need to be hidden.

Logan was distracted by the multitude of bizarre smells and nearly walked into his new wolfish friend, who had stopped and was unlocking a door. Momentarily frustrated that he had let down his guard- an unusual thing- he realized that it was because he trusted Bigby. Not without reservations, of course, but enough that he felt almost safe- another unusual thing.

Bigby puffed on his now short cigarette and walked into his office. Logan followed.