On the Mend

Knight In Shining Armor?

Sheriff Bigby Wolf sat in his apartment, pulling on the black tie around his neck, rolling his head to the side. It was a long day made even longer by Jack. The idiot had managed to incite a brawl in the courtyard of an apartment complex which involved Grendel, Jack -- who was hiding behind a tree, so his involvement wasn't that great -- and two glamoured trolls.

The fight had garnered much attention from the residents of the apartment complex, so there were around thirty Fables watching the fight when Bigby had shown up in a taxi. He had managed to calm everyone down by cuffing the instigator and maybe -- just maybe -- going half wolf on all involved. That was the end of that, but of course Jack had to make things irritating with his constant talk.

It was made even more awkward when, on their way to hail a taxi cab, they had seen Red Riding Hood crossing the street. She had her usual yellow tote bag hanging from the crease of her elbow as she read a book. She looked up briefly before crossing, smiling at the two of them, and then she was gone as soon as the light changed.

Jack had started talking about the Homelands and Bigby's past with Red Riding Hood. The whole thing irked on his nerves, but even more so when Jack started telling him he had the hots for Red Riding Hood. It was at that point that Bigby had "accidentally" smacked Jack in the head with the door of the taxi he had hailed.

The rest of the trip wasn't any better either seeing as Jack had talked all the way to the holding cell. He was relieved after slamming the door and locking it from the outside to finally have some peace and quiet.

Bigby was interrupted from his thoughts when the phone rang. He took one last look at the painting of Red Riding Hood above his chair and made his way to the phone beside the door, growling into the receiver once he had picked it up.

"I'm sorry Bigby," came the voice on the other end.

"Sorry Snow... didn't know it was you."

"There's a drunk and disorderly at Westfinch Park."

Bigby knew where that was. Westfinch street -- where the park was located -- was just five blocks away. At least he wouldn't have to take a taxi over there.

"Yankee called it in. He witnessed Woody with someone else... he couldn't get a good look. Woody was definitely drunk and crashing into things making a ruckus and the neighbors are complaining."

Bigby groaned. First Jack and now Woody? That was the last person he wanted to see at 10:30 at night.

"Okay Snow, I'll be there."

"Thanks Bigby... I mean it." She hung the phone up.

Bigby set the receiver down before heading out to the park.

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"Woody --" Red was leaning against the wall, kicking and squirming against the man that had trapped her there.

"I missed ya Red," he slurred, his drunken breath assaulting her nostrils.

"Woody, stop!" Red tried to push him away, trying to reach her oversized tote with her foot. She had kept a pocket knife which was a gift from her grandmother before she had left the Homelands.

"Fuck, Red!" he yelled, punching the wall beside her. "It's a miracle ya made it out!"
He ignored her cries to stop as he sucked on the juncture between her neck and collarbone.

"W-Woody, you're drunk, l-let's just --"

"I'm not leavin'," his hand started to inch up her skirt. "Until I get my 'reward'."