The Evil Stepmother was… perplexed, to say the least. She peered at her case through her glasses, briefly blocking out whatever piggy Two was rambling about.

     The Big Bad Wolf had his chapped lips caught between his sharp teeth and had his eyebrows pulled together in thought. His large, calloused hands held his head as he shook it.

    “Perfect.” He muttered, not aware that his words were audible. “My fate depends on two morons and one pig who has a stick up her arse.”

      A wolfette dressed in a red, shiny dress that hugged her curves perfectly growled from behind him. The Evil Stepmother turned her head enough so it wasn’t noticeable that she was looking back, but she had a perfect view of what was going on. The wolfette was baring her teeth and being physically restrained by two other wolffets in gold attire as she glared at the piggies.

       Evil stepmother shook her head and let out an exasperated sigh. She had worked many cases before, each one more bizarre than the last. Who rightfully had custody of Mowgli, weather or not Wendy Darling should be charged with attempt of murder, if Prince Phillip should be charged with sexual assault for kissing a girl in her slumber without consent. Needless to say, she chose complex cases when she could, and settled for easier ones when life was going slow.

    The song ended between the three little pigs and the jury clapped. The Evil Stepmother straightened the things on the table before her and cleared her throat. The wise old man was beaming in his seat, his gray curls bobbing with the shake of his head.
   
     “Bravo.” The old man laughed. The Evil Stepmother cleared her throat again, only this time louder, quickly catching the attention of the judge. “Hmm? Oh yes. Have you three ever tried to learn pig latin? My Grandpa always said it was important to learn pig latin. That and he also said ‘Sonny, when facing life's problems, sometimes you have to put a biscuit in your shoe.” He paused. “Because you know, the bread soaks up all of the bad stuff. And the sweat from your socks.”

    Cruella De Vil and Tinkerbell were caught face-palming in the crowd. The Evil Stepmother rolled her eyes and stepped around the table so she could lean back on it.

     “Permission to continue my statement?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

    “Do mermaids have gills that release bubbles every time the mermaid tries to speak?” The Wise Old man asked, looking around at the people. Heads tilted in confusion and groans were heard. “Oh, that’s a yes.” He shook his head, then paused like he was making sure that statement was true, before continuing the up and down motions of his head.

    “Mmm yes, they do indeed.” The Evil Stepmother muttered. “So, Two-”

     “It’s pronounced ‘T -woah.’” Little piggy two remarked from behind her sister. Her red braids dangled over her shoulders and had a bit of straw caught in it.

     “Do forgive me.” The Evil Stepmother tilted her head forward in apology. “T-woah, you claim you made your house out of straw, am I not correct?”

     Two scrunched her face up as she thought real hard about her answer. Three leaned back to whisper in her younger sister’s ear.
  
    “Yeah! I did!” Two’s country twang strong. She giggled before tilting her head. “Why?”

   “Yes, that’s what I feared.” Lady Tremaine adjusted her glasses and pushed herself forward. “Three, when you and your sisters left your parents home, you were aware of their, uh-” She cleared her throat. “Lack of knowledge on architecture, correct?”

     Three raised her eyebrows and rubbed her temples. Two and One were clutching onto her blue overalls, curiously peering over her shoulders.

    “With I’ll do respect Evil Stepmother, not many people in my parts know how agriculture works.”

    “Interesting. But you did? And may I ask how you obtained this knowledge?” Evil Step Mother asked as the Big Bad Wolf groaned from behind her. 

   She threw a glance at him, expecting him to be scowling and muttering about how anything she was asking was important. But he wasn’t. His lip was slightly jutted out and his blonde hair hung in his eyes. The strange part was he didn’t look whiny and he wasn’t complaining. He looked like he had given up hope of this working at all.

    “Well ya see, I was the smarter one of all my siblings. I’m the only one that can read and it was up to me to save up for me and my sisters' future. I built houses when I wasn’t learnin.” Three said as she ushered her sisters into the witness chair.

   “Understandable. Now what I don’t understand is why you let your siblings build houses on their own. Especially when they weren’t aware of the conditions the buildings would have to withhold.”  The gears were turning in Three’s head and Evil StepMother smirked. Got them.

    “I don’t wanna speak anymore.” One pouted, tugging on her blonde braids.

    “Yeah.” Two agreed, looking up at the wise old judge with trembling lips.

      Evil Step Mother groaned internally as the judge excused her witnesses. This night was going to be longer than she thought it would.

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    “And what do you out there think? Is the Big Bad Wolf guilty?”
  
    The Evil Stepmother felt her gut twist as she heard boos to her client being let free. She normally tried not to get emotionally attached to any of her cases. Sometimes she defended the bag guy when no one else would. Not that she tried too hard when she truly believed the person was a disgrace to all those living.

     Never before has she felt so strongly for someone she was working for to just be let go. The Big Bad Wolf had revealed more than he thought to her. He knew he wasn’t a monster, but he was treated like one simply because of his species. It was wrong. Some screamed guilty and her head spun.

   “Thanks for trying.” She turned her head to the Big Bad Wolf. He offered a weak smile to assure her it would be okay. He had to admit he really thought she could do it. Hope had swelled up in his chest but it was quickly smashed when he realized too late he shouldn’t have gotten his hope up.

     Evil Stepmother couldn’t say anything, her mouth felt glued closed. She always knew what the right words to say were. But now there was nothing, she felt her gut twist.

     The Big Bad Wolf turned to his long lost sister, Little Miss Muffet, and took her hands into his own. She lifted her head to look in his blue eyes, lips caught in a pout.

    “This won’t do.” Little Miss Muffet complained. “They can not arrest you because I said.” She stomped her foot. The Big Bad Wolf laughed half heartily.

   “You may be an insufferable little brat, but you’re my insufferable little brat. And I missed you. I’m glad I got to see you one last time before I get thrown behind bars.” He pulled her into a hug, the first movement of affection the Evil Stepmother had seen him perform all night.

    Evil Stepmother lifted her icy blue eyes to look at the Fairy Godmother. She had her lips pressed into a tight light as she smoothed the wrinkles in her clothes.

    “Wise Old Man.” The words left Lady Tremaine’s lips before she could catch herself. The attention turned to her and she straightened her poster. “With I’ll do respect, sir, this is disappointing.” 

    Everyone fell silent. The Wise Old Man raised his eyebrows and folded his hands in front of him. The camera focused on her as she made her way to the middle of the floor.

    “Yes, the Big Bad Wolf admitted to his crimes, but what makes him bad? He swore off eating meat, was that it? He was sliced open by a wreckless guy with an ax? If anything, my client is the victim. He has big ears, a bushy tail, fur all over his suit, big pointy teeth, and abnormally large hands, but that is no reason to judge him and call him a monster.” She couldn’t stop the words flowing from her mouth. “He is being accused by two idiots who built their houses out of straw and sticks, two boys who cried wolf because they thought it’d be funny to send the whole town into a panic, a little girl who always gets what she wants simply because of birthrights, and a little old lady who pretends to need a cane. And with I’ll do respect if anyone is the victim, it is my client.”

      Evil Stepmother was fuming. Her whole life she had been discriminated against, she became a lawyer so she could fight it. She defended people who couldn’t defend themselves. Who didn’t know how to. And she was failing to stand up for her strongest belief. 

      “It’s not very professional to throw a fit in front of a judge like that.” The Wise Old man noted, playing with his grey curls. “But you know, what you said was the opposite of wrong and the opposite of wrong is right, and the opposite of right is left so the answer to all of our problems is left.”

    “The point, please.” Red Riding Hood snarled.
 
   “Oh.” The Wise Old Man scratched his head. “My left side wins because Evil StepMother is correct.” He concluded. He slammed his gable onto his table.  “The Big Bad Wolf is not guilty.”

      Evil Stepmother froze as the information processed in her head. That wasn’t how the court worked. But was there an exception to this case? She hoped there would be and made a mental note to look into it later.

     The Big Bad Wolf had wide eyes as he stared at The Wise Old man. “Not guilty.” He repeated. A smile broke out on his face as he hugged his sister. “Not guilty!” He laughed.

     He turned to Evil StepMother beaming ear to ear. “You did it! You did what no one else could?!”

    She tried to suppress a smile and look professional, but her lips tilted up slightly. She returned to her seat and began to put things back into her briefcase. 

     “That is my job, Mr. Wolf.”  Evil Stepmother said as she stood in front of him. He towered over her and looked curiously down. An awkward silence passed between them and she sighed. “I do believe this is when we part. It was a pleasure doing business with you.”

        She stuck her hand out and he looked at it weirdly. He shook it then pulled her into a hug. Frozen, Evil Step Mother’s arms stayed stiff at her side. Her eyes were wide and the air in her lungs was trapped.

    “Thank you.” The wolf whispered. The Evil Stepmother didn’t say anything as he pulled back and let his arms drop. She cleared her throat and adjusted her glasses.

     Admittedly, she hadn’t hugged anyone since Lord Tremaine had left and passed away on his trip. Not even her daughter in law. Gulping against the lump in her throat, her icy blue eyes spotted Cinderella in her sparkly blue dress.

    The blonde laughed as she chartered with Tiana and Tinkerbell. She looked happy, Evil Stepmother noted, she never looked like that when she was at home.

     “It was my honor.” Evil Stepmother returned to the conversation at hand with a smile.

    She began to walk off towards her daughter in law, but The Big Bad Wolf caught her wrist to stop her.

   “Actually.” He admitted, letting go when he saw the bizarred look on her face. “I was hoping you’d go out for coffee with me.”

    Evil Stepmother hasn’t dated since her husband died. She hadn’t even considered dating, she simply devoted herself to her work and neglected those close to her. She pressed her lips into a tight line as she thought.

   “It looks like you have some catching up to do with your sister.” She tilted her head to Little Miss Muffet. “And I have amends I must make.”

    “This Thursday.” He said, “I will pick you up at two on Thursday.”

      “Can dogs even drink caffeine?” She laughed.
 
     “Half-human, remember?”

       “Fine” She rolled her eyes playfully.

    “Mr. Big Bad Wolf is rejoiced as the court sets him free and calls him not guilty.” The news Lady said, catching almost everybody's attention. “That wraps up the end on this rollercoaster of the ride.”

       After exchanging numbers, The Big Bad Wolf turned to his sister and wrapped an arm around her and The Evil Stepmother walked towards her daughter in law.
   
    “Cind- Ella. I would like to talk with you.” Cinderella looked up and her mood visibly shifted. 

    “Yes, Lady Tremaine.”

      “Look.” Evil Stepmother said as she soothed any baby hairs back into place. “You are the daughter of my late husband, and I’m your legal guardian. I know you and I don’t get along, but I’d like to try. You don’t have to call me mom or anything, but you don’t have to address me as Lady Tremaine.”

     Cinderella had her eyebrows raised.  Evil Stepmother would have felt bad about any lack of response, but Cinderella’s kind eyes reassured her.

    “That would be amazing.”

    Feeling like a weight was lifted off of her chest, the Evil Stepmother sighed and picked up her suitcase. She threw a last glance at the Big Bad Wolf and felt butterflies flutter in her stomach. Cruella Deville and Ursula were going to hear about this.
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                        Author's notes:
This is a one shot- obviously- I wrote about the big bad Musical. My friends stared in it at my school and I thought it'd be cool for some reason to write, Idk. Here's tags to my friends accounts that preformed so wonderfully in the musical , check em out. AuthorofKillingPeopl Bughead-Olicity TorchicBluefire Unicorninquestion .