There was a lot that an officer of the law had to deal with, no matter if you were a big city beat cop or a small-town sheriff.  Murder and kidnapping usually wasn’t the bread and butter or the day-to-day. No, most of the time it was a lot lower on the sliding scale of…

“You… I shouldn’t have called… I-I…” David Nolan was standing in the exact middle of the hallway outside as Finn and Emma walked out the apartment door, the man tall and blond and handsome as ever, even by the time the crime scene techs arrived. The man didn’t move much for all his rambling, sounding…

The coffee was still warm in his hand — not piping hot, because he wasn’t stupid — but still warm when Finn finally spotted her. “Mornin’, Effie.” The woman most in Storybrooke knew as Effie sat bundled up outside Granny’s Diner, layered four different oversized sweaters deep — and at least half that many knitted…

A weeping sheet of condensation was all that separated his little shop from the dreary outside world, simple dew-kissed glass against the perpetual purgatory that was Storybrooke’s Main Street. The shop itself smelled of lemon polish and tightly-leashed power, wood decaying and silver tarnishing in the dark. His own little kingdom; a demesne of dust,…

Artificial cherry and something that smelled just a little bit saltier fought for living space in the back of his nostrils, the alley behind Granny’s Diner putting up its own challenge with decades of fryer oil and burnt coffee. They could war it out all they wanted, but Finn knew which one he was focused…

I’m not drunk enough for this.That much was true as anything could be, but Ruby Lucas also knew that she was also almost never drunk enough for anything. Tonight was especially bad for that, though. Bass thumped loud and proud, the Rabbit Hole’s speakers so powerful she could feel it in her chest. Literally, the…

The space behind Granny’s Diner may have smelled like wet cardboard and smoke, but it couldn’t do a damn thing to distract him from the cherry gloss on Ruby’s lips. Hell, it was so much of an improvement nothing else even mattered.  Her back pressed up against the damp brick of the diner in the…

Both sets of eyes remained on the crane in the near-silence of the half-empty diner, the perfectly-made piece of origami pristine atop the formica. Finn blinked slow as he stared at it, looking down at his fingers for a second with a frown as deep as any he’d ever worn still on his face. Now…

Being a deputy didn’t change much. Really, what could it change? Storybrooke was Storybrooke, and in his two months here, the only things that came close to being worth the attention of his law were literally Emma hitting him with her car, and Graham’s untimely ‘heart attack’. It was a small town of not even…