not what i was expecting either
title: gonna keep my sheep suit on
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don't own em
rating: pg
fandom: Grimm
warnings: slight SPOILERS for aired eps
character(s): Eddie Monroe
word count: 306
notes: set following Eddie's phone call in 1x02. title from "li'l red riding hood" by Sam the Sham & The Pharaohs.
Eddie’s always thought of himself as a good guy. Okay, maybe not always. But he pays his taxes, puts out his recycling, drives well within the speed limit. He hasn’t touched a human like that in years. Decades. He tries to touch them as little as possible, in any way, just for his sanity. There’s no point in waving a red - ha, and ain’t that the truth - flag in front a bull and expecting everything to be kittens and rainbows. Maybe he’s mixing his metaphors a little on that one, but he’s a big believer in going with what works.
So he keeps to himself, stays under the radar. A little nighttime scent marking and those chew toys in the basement, combined with his regime of exercise (thank every god out there for pilates) keep him satisfied, if not happy. Hell, sometimes he’s downright content. But after that…misunderstanding at the hospital, he can’t help thinking maybe that Grimm isn’t gonna let him go back to business as usual.
It was bad enough when he found out Grimms were in his town - but one of them was in his fricking house. Twice. And old ‘Aunt Marie’ might be out of commission for the time being, but Eddie knows what she’s done. Her kind. Damnit, now he’s starting to sound like that newbie Grimm cop. Eddie hasn’t gotten this far by letting himself fall into that ‘us vs. them’ mentality; he can’t afford to. That way leads to nothing but bad, bad things.
He grabs a bottle of his favorite organic grape juice from the fridge and heads straight to the spare room. His body’s still buzzing from ripping that guy’s - Eddie shakes himself. Nope, not going there. He’s fine. Nothing a little time on the treadmill won’t cure; pilates alone isn’t going to cut it today.
- end
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don't own em
rating: pg
fandom: Grimm
warnings: slight SPOILERS for aired eps
character(s): Eddie Monroe
word count: 306
notes: set following Eddie's phone call in 1x02. title from "li'l red riding hood" by Sam the Sham & The Pharaohs.
Eddie’s always thought of himself as a good guy. Okay, maybe not always. But he pays his taxes, puts out his recycling, drives well within the speed limit. He hasn’t touched a human like that in years. Decades. He tries to touch them as little as possible, in any way, just for his sanity. There’s no point in waving a red - ha, and ain’t that the truth - flag in front a bull and expecting everything to be kittens and rainbows. Maybe he’s mixing his metaphors a little on that one, but he’s a big believer in going with what works.
So he keeps to himself, stays under the radar. A little nighttime scent marking and those chew toys in the basement, combined with his regime of exercise (thank every god out there for pilates) keep him satisfied, if not happy. Hell, sometimes he’s downright content. But after that…misunderstanding at the hospital, he can’t help thinking maybe that Grimm isn’t gonna let him go back to business as usual.
It was bad enough when he found out Grimms were in his town - but one of them was in his fricking house. Twice. And old ‘Aunt Marie’ might be out of commission for the time being, but Eddie knows what she’s done. Her kind. Damnit, now he’s starting to sound like that newbie Grimm cop. Eddie hasn’t gotten this far by letting himself fall into that ‘us vs. them’ mentality; he can’t afford to. That way leads to nothing but bad, bad things.
He grabs a bottle of his favorite organic grape juice from the fridge and heads straight to the spare room. His body’s still buzzing from ripping that guy’s - Eddie shakes himself. Nope, not going there. He’s fine. Nothing a little time on the treadmill won’t cure; pilates alone isn’t going to cut it today.
- end