NOTE:

Hard to believe that it's been three years since I first posted this story, and I'll be honest I've missed it! I've been waiting for the right time to write up the sequel but damn it Telltale, we've waited for so long! Well finally it's going to return next year, and I've decided to do a rewritten version of this. One that won't have as many typos hopefully (Lol).

Sadly though, I know how much you guys liked the crossovers , but this will be like my stories thus far and be a non-crossover. That's the only big change, so I'm sorry if I have upset anybody with this, but this is the route I decided to go on, and I hope you guys can understand, because this way it's less stressful for me.

To the first time readers thank you all for taking the time to read this! :D

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Fabletown.

A place that has existed long since skyscrapers were built in the place the Mundies refer to as the Big Apple.

It's been a safe haven for Fables from all around that have been exiled from a place called the Homelands. I haven't been there myself, but my friends and I have heard many things about it from our parents and others. I heard it was a beautiful place, and many of the Fables that lived there they lived without fear from others.

Huh? Why have I never seen it for myself?

Well that answer is simple really. My friends and I you see, are different from the Fables. We don't remember the stories we originated from.

You see, people like me, go by many names to others.

You can call us, the Unknowns, the Forgotten, or as we're commonly known to many Fables, the Erased.

The reason why we're called this is because like I said, we have no idea what fairytales we come from, or if we even came from the Homelands like the others did. There are the rare occasions that we know exactly what we are, like for example a friend of mine knows she's a witch, and she is part cat. She just has to keep the magic to a minimum and hide her ears so that Mundies don't find out. The Erased like me end up in a place called the Little Star Orphanage, and we wait for the day we can go home to other Fables that are looking to have kids, though can't naturally due to certain reasons.

Some are lucky to get that chance, and to those that are blessed they're lucky enough to end up in a place called the Woodlands. Many call it where the rich ones hang; well the ones that actually kept their riches anyway.

I guess in a way I'm technically lucky.

Okay let me explain who my friends are exactly and who they got adopted by.

First, there's my friend Dusty, the cat witch that I mentioned earlier. She was lucky enough to get adopted by a troll named of Lily awhile back; Don't worry she's glamoured to look exactly like a human. I know what you're thinking, trolls aren't the best parents, hell they eat people for breakfast. That's a little something Mundies came up with. Lily is actually nice but tough. I've meet her a few times so I should know. Though I heard she had gone missing recently, so for the time being she's been staying with her sister, another troll, one by the name of Holly who owns a place called the Trip Trap Bar; Dusty tends to help her out from time to time.

I'm not sure what happened to Lily, but I really hope she's alright wherever she is. I just wish there was something we could do to help.

Next comes Noel and his little sister Daffodil. They were both adopted by Beauty and her husband Beast. They both live in the Woodlands like myself and my best friend. Funny thing was we didn't know they lived there up until two years ago around the time when I met Dusty, since well Beast can get a bit protective at times especially when it comes to his children and wife. I guess that's understandable in a way since, I'm sure everyone's been down that road at one point.

Last but not least there's my best friend I've known ever since I was a kid, a girl by the name of, Autumn. She was adopted by Snow White. That's right the real Snow White, Seven Dwarfs in all; Well in the Mundy version anyway. She and I have been through thick and thin for the last nine years we've known each other. The four of us, work in a place called the Business Office. We tend to help around, like sorting, taking calls, helping out others, more sorting. Sometimes, we even solve our own case, though really considering our age we've only stuck with… Let's just say small things.

Who did I get stuck with you wonder?

Well believe it or not… I got stuck with one who many consider to be the Big Bad Wolf; or at least that's what he was called back in the day when he actually ate people. Yeah, no joke, he was literally known as the Big Bad Wolf, the one who terrorized the three little pigs, the one who ate Red Riding Hood and her grandma, the whole deal. He's not like that now a days; now he just has to keep the peace, and makes sure that Fables not kill each other, while also keeping us a secret from the Mundies. Honestly compared to what we do, he's got the toughest job of them all.

They call him the Sheriff of Fabletown; Sheriff Bigby Wolf if you will.

I'm supposed to take his place one day, but how can I do that when I'm stuck doing… Small things?

I sat at the table of in the small apartment of 204, wearing a plain white t-shirt and black pants. I read one of the books that I had borrowed from the Business Office. Looking at the clock, it was already way past midnight. Normally I would be asleep at this hour, but I couldn't sleep since I was worried my dad. He had gotten called away earlier that evening to deal with the Woodsman. I think Mr. Toad was complaining about him.

Honest to God I was worried about him.

I know the stories of Red Riding Hood and what the Woodsman had to do in order to prevent her and her grandma from getting digested. Since than him and the Woodsman don't get along well. I mean, the last time they had a confrontation they both ended up paying a visit to Doctor Swineheart. Who knows what could happen now?

I got up from the table and placed the book on the chair. I than went to the kitchen to get a drink; one of my dad's beers to be exact. I know I'm underage, but I can't help but like the taste, despite it being bitter. Just when I was about to take a sip, I soon heard a familiar voice.

"You do realize that Bigby would kill ya if he found out that you've been drinking stash again Grim?"

I turned around and I saw that it was Colin the Pig. One of the three little pigs to be exact.

"I could say the same for you Colin." I said to him after taking one big gulp, "You know, considering that you snuck off the Farm when you're not supposed to."

"Hey, trust me when I say that the Farm is a bad place." Colin told me as I went back to the table, "You would understand if you were in my hooves."

"What are you talking about? From what I've heard the Farm isn't that bad."

"Oh don't to what they fucking tell ya, cuz they don't shit. Besides those are coming from the people that can afford Glamour."

"Aren't you being a little dramatic?"

Colin looked around the apartment and saw that a certain someone wasn't in the apartment.

"I take it that your dad is out?" He asked me just to be sure.

"Yup." I replied, "He got another complaint about the Woodsman from Mr. Toad."

"What did Woody do this time?" He asked me curiously.

"Not sure." I responded honestly, "He left in a hurry before I could even ask."

"Must've been serious than."

"Could be. I mean he's been gone for awhile."

Colin had soon went over to my dad's favorite chair and he plopped himself on top of it, making himself comfortable. "You just going to borrow my old man's chair again?"

"What do you think? I'm not trying this on for size." Colin said to me, "You should get some sleep too Grim. Wouldn't your old timer catching you staying up late again."

I nodded my head to him before saying, "Night Colin."

And just like that, Colin went out like a light. I stretched my arms and let out a yawn. But instead of going to my room, I decided to continue to read the book I borrowed and eventually I fell asleep.

(Normal P.O.V)

This night turned out to be a hell of a ride for Bigby. He had gotten complaint from Mr. Toad about Woody but when he confronted the bastard he ended up flying out of a window. He just thanked god that it was only a two-story building. Now the only thing he wanted is just two seconds of shuteye. That's all he wanted just a moment of peace.

As he walked to the entrance he heard the sound of branches snapping. Turning to the right he saw a person, a woman from what he could tell quickly hid herself behind a tree.

"Don't make me come over there." Bigby said with a glare.

The person didn't seem to respond.

"Look, I've got an hour paperwork ahead of me, and I had to deal with one asshole for tonight so-"

He was soon cut off when he saw a familiar face wearing a red jacket high heels and leggings which was a friend of his Beauty.

"Sorry Bigby." She said, "Didn't mean to be an asshole."

"Beauty." Was his own way of saying "Hello".

"Hello Bigby." She replied as she stepped off the grass, "I wasn't expecting anyone tonight, and I know this looks a little… Well odd."

Bigby raised an eyebrow, "Why did you hide?" He asked out of curiosity.

"Well, I didn't know who it was, you can't be too careful these days."

"No, you can't"

Beauty looked at the time on her watch, "Damn it, I'm late." She mumbled to herself.

As she walked towards the gate, she stopped for a moment and turned to Bigby, "Please Bigby. Promise you won't tell Beast that you saw me." She said to him, "It's bad enough that he worries about Noel working on cases with you, but it would just make my life a lot easier for me so…"

Her words began to trail off, as Bigby thought of what to do. He has known Beauty and her husband Beast since they came to Fabletown and they've been really good friends since they moved from the Homelands. It is true that Beast has been worried about his wife, but lately he's become even more worried since his adoptive son who is working part time at the office often going in the front lines in the case.

Eventually Bigby had an answer for Beauty, "Sure." Was all he said.

Beauty looked at him, confused since normally Bigby wouldn't agree to things such as this, "You promise?" She asked just to be sure.

"Yeah, I promise." Bigby had replied to her.

She let out a smile to Bigby knowing that she could trust him, "Thank you Bigby. I'll explain it all to you. I promise, but right now I have to go." She opened the gate and walked out of the property of the Woodlands.

Once more she turned to him and said, "Thanks again Bigby. For trusting me really."

Than she simply walked away.

After checking for mail he had called the elevator. Once the elevator arrived Beauty's husband had come down the stairs and saw Bigby entering.

"Bigby wait up!" Beast said as he stopped the doors from closing, "Have you seen my wife? Have you seen Beauty?"

At first Bigby didn't answer which had only got him concerned, "So have you?"

"Nope haven't seen her." Bigby had simply replied

"Oh." Beast had said, "I see, sorry to bother you."

The doors closed as he saw Beast walk away. He had gotten to the second floor as he approached the door that was labeled 204. When he opened it, he saw a familiar black and silver haired teen just slumped over the table with a book in his head. He heard him breathing softly.

"He stayed up late again? Guess he got concerned."

Putting the book to the side, he proceeded to to carry him to his room. He placed him on the bed carefully as not to wake him up, and Grim subconsciously made himself comfortable on his bed.

"Teenagers." He said as he shook his head.

He exited the room, leaving his son to rest. After he did this, he went to the kitchen to get the blood off of his face.

It had already been nine years since he had decided to take Grim in. He was only seven when he had decided to take him in as his son. He was a bit, hesitant at first, though Snow had convinced it would be a good experience for him. And it would be a good opportunity for him to show that he was different unlike how the stories made him out to be. Though he didn't like the idea, he had decided to take up on Snow's advice and wouldn't you know it, it did pay off.

On top of that, who know he would end up having a soft side for the kid?

Here he was now, a sixteen year old boy, working in the Office with him and Snow. Though despite being put on small cases, he got himself into a lot of trouble (Which is a lot) mainly when it came to a case he had to deal with on a daily basis. Sometimes he hated how sometimes he took matters into his own hands.

He went to go sit in his chair, but instead he found Colin laying there asleep for God knows how long. As if he didn't have enough to deal with.

"Hey Colin." Bigby said as he poked him, "Get up."

Colin shuffled a little before he opened his eyes; he turned to Colin groggily.

"Oh." He said tiredly, "Hey Bigby."

Bigby looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm in your chair huh?" Colin asked.

"I've only got the one, so yeah." Bigby replied.

Colin took the hint and went to make himself comfortable by the TV, while Bigby himself took a seat in his chair. He took out his cigarette box from his pocket and got himself one.

"Got a smoke?" Colin asked.

Bigby looked up to Colin as he put cigarette between his lips and lit it up. He got up and put one between Colin's lips before lighting it up.

"Thanks." Colin said, "A couple thousand more of these and we'll be even on that house you owe me."

Bigby let out a sigh before going into the kitchen, "This has gotta stop." He said, "You can't keep sneaking off the farm like this."

"The sunshine and fresh they sell is just a bunch of bullshit." Colin said following close behind him, "I didn't escape from the Homelands just to end up in some prison. Don't send me back there Bigby. You don't know what it's like, you've never been there."

Bigby opened the fridge before taking a beer bottle; taking a note that it had been dranked from recently before pouring it into a cup. "Come on, that's a bit dramatic." He said to the pig.

Colin had chuckled slightly, "Funny. Grim said the same thing to me."

"Did he now?" He said, taking a sip from the cup after placing the cigarette between his fingers.

"That for me?" Colin asked, eyeing the cup.

Bigby gave an immediate response as he walked by him towards his desk, "Nope."

"Look, the house didn't blow itself down Bigby." Colin reminded him, "That's all I'm saying. Do what you will, it's reason enough. Now I'm not saying that it's reason enough to have definitely offer me a drink but… It might've help ease some of the pain that you once caused me yes?"

Bigby turned over to Colin; though in response, he took the cup and drank a huge gulp.

"Nice." Colin said, "I take it all back… THIS is why everyone hates you."

"It is better to be feared than it is loved, you know who said that?"

"Yeah, some sad asshole. Eating alone."

Bigby rolled his eyes at this before returning to the living room, with Colin following behind him. "Well, maybe, hates not the right word." Colin said, "They fear you more than they do hate you. You did eat a lot of people back in your day."

"I thought we were supposed to have a fresh start here." Bigby said as he took another sip, "I can't go around and change the past."

"Yeah, well you can't change people's memories either." The pig told him, "Now, I'm not saying that it's fair, I'm just saying that it's real. People are afraid of you, I mean, look at your hands."

He of course was referring to Bigby's bloodied knuckles. No doubt it was from his early encounter with Woody earlier that night.

"Who did you get into a fight with?" Colin asked curiously, "Surely you weren't going around punching Mundies."

"I was doing my job believe it or not."

"Your job is to beat the shit out of Fables?"

"Well, sometimes I take them to the Farm."

"Fuck. You."

Bigby let out a sigh as he went to sit down in his favorite and only chair. He placed his cup on the side before saying, "You think my job is easy? You try keeping a bunch of Fables from killing each other. I mean how do you think this all works?"

"How?" He asked the Sheriff.

"By being big, and being bad." He had replied.

"By being big, and being bad." Colin repeated before saying, "Don't say that shit in front of people. It's embarrassing, because that's the kind of attitude that gets you into trouble. I'm sure you're shitty to everyone you come across."

"Not everyone."

"Name one."

"You already know who? My son, Grim."

"Even though biologically he ain't your kid?"

They both sat in silence for a moment or two, before Colin spoke up again, "Life's easier with friends you know? And we live a long fucking time. Take a page from Grim's book. He's got friends that care about him, and he treats them as if they were his second family. His life has been easy for the past nine years. I know you like this whole lone wolf thing, but I've seen the way you look at Snow; you're not fooling me."

"Will you shut up?"

"Well maybe if my throat isn't so parched, I still wouldn't be talking."

"Wait, that doesn't make any-"

"Just give me a drink please!"

Bigby let out a sigh, "Colin, I'm tired as hell, I flew out of a two story window. All I want is two seconds of shut eye before-"

Once again there was nothing but silence between the two. Bigby heaved out a sigh before he asked him, "Look if I give you this, will you let me sleep?"

"Yeah, alright, probably." Colin said.

Bigby shook his head as he got up and bought the drink over to him; He placed it beside him.

"Thanks Bigby." He said, before standing up to drink it.

Bigby than went back over to his chair, and leaned back before shutting his eyes.

-Nine Years Ago-

It was the coldest year in winter. Bigby didn't mind the cold sometimes but anything was better than a muggy day in the summer. He smoked his cigarette as he waited outside what looked to be a candy store as he waited for Snow. Tomorrow was the day which Snow was going to be a legal mother. Recently she had filled out papers at the Little Star Orphanage, to adopt a sweet little girl one by the name of Autumn; an Erased like most of the children there.

She stepped out of the store with a small brown paper bag, with single apple on a stick, covered in caramel.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." She said to Bigby, "The line was a lot longer than I thought."

"It's fine, the wait wasn't long anyway." Bigby reassured her as he got rid of his cigarette.

They both started to walk down the street in the direction of the Woodlands Apartment; Bigby had decided to make conversation.

"So… I take it that girl likes apples?" He asked.

"She told me that she always wanted to try a candy apple." Snow replied with a warm smile, "I thought it would be a great welcome home present."

"And you're still sure it's a good idea to bring a kid to the Woodlands? I wouldn't want you to get in trouble with Crane."

"It's as I told you before it's fine. Besides, you know as well as I do that children like Autumn need a family."

"I know that, I'm not saying that there's nothing wrong with it. Though if there's one thing I do know, is that you'll be a great mom."

Snow turned to Bigby, smiling to him, "Thank you Bigby. You know, you should think of adopting too. I bet you would do good as a dad."

Bigby gave sort of a shocked look to Snow by what she was suggesting, "What me?" He asked before saying, "No Snow I couldn't. I already got enough on my plate as it is."

"Still, it would be a good experience for you. I can see you as a good role model."

"Right, I'll believe that when-"

He stopped when he felt something tug at the ankle of his pants. He looked down and his widened slightly at what he saw; Snow on the other hand looked at him with confusion.

"Bigby? What is-?" She asked before looking down, she let out a small gasp.

What was before them, was small little pup, looking about a week old. Bigby could faintly see the pups ribs and it appeared to be whimpering in distress and pain. There appeared to be a fresh wound on the pup's head and it's fur was black and an unnatural silver color. He looked tired, and probably had been running for days from what Bigby could tell. Bigby had picked up his scent and he was shocked to find out exactly what the pup was.

"What kind of a dog is that?" Snow asked curiously.

"He's not a dog." Bigby said, kneeling down picking up the little pup, seeing that the pup had a pair of golden eyes, "He's a wolf."

Snow's eyes widened in shock at this, "A wolf?!" She said almost yelling, "But I thought you were the only-"

"I know." He said cutting her off, "I thought that too."

He had soon realized how cold the pup was; as he stood up, he wrapped him in his coat to keep him warm.

"Come on, let's hurry back to the Woodlands." Bigby said to Snow.

Snow nodded her head and they both went down the block with the small pup in hand.

Luckily they had gotten back to the apartments without being seen by any Mundy; they immediately went straight to Bigby's own apartment. When they arrived they entered Bigby's spare bedroom, and placed him on the bed. They had put a thick blanket over the little pup as to keep him warm, and some water to drink and some food. The pup drank from the small bowl and ate from the other weakly as Snow cleaned up the wound on his head. When the pup had enough Bigby took the bowls into the kitchen before returning the pup and Snow. He started to pet the wolf on the head as to comfort him, since he was still whimpering, from the pain. Snow soon finished up patching up the wound on his head and the wolf pup rested on the mattress as it had struggled to keep it's eyes open.

"God, he looks so small and fragile." Snow said as she started to the little wolf too; the little pup leaned in for her touch, "I wonder what could've happened to him."

"He's pretty small. Most likely he's the runt of the litter." Bigby said, "That would explain why he looks half starved but it doesn't answer a whole lot."

Bigby flinched slightly when the little pup started to lick his fingers, before doing the same with Snow's.

"I guess that's his way of saying thank you." Snow said, giving him one last pat.

They saw the little pup's eyes finally close as he had gone to sleep. Bigby and Snow soon stepped out of the room leaving the little pup to rest.

Snow let out a sigh as she took a seat by the small table of the small apartment, "I didn't think there would be even another wolf." She said honestly, "Do you think he's a Fable?"

"Yeah I do." Bigby replied, "But he's an Erased, so it's likely he won't be in one of the books."

"How do you know he's an Erased?"

"He's eyes and fur. They both have an unnatural color. Though it's weird, he's not like Colin or Mr. Toad."

"Maybe he's like you?"

"No… I don't think so. He acted more animal than he did human."

Snow let out a sigh as she pondered on what they should do. "... Well I say until until we have more information on, this little pup, we can't tell Mayor Cole or Deputy Mayor Crane."

Bigby raised his eyebrow, just a little bit shocked at Snow had said; but despite this he nodded his head in agreement, "Telling Mayor Cole is one thing, but Crane… I can definitely say that he won't take it well."

"What would Crane not take well?"

They both jumped slightly when a third voice came over them. They both turned and saw that it was Colin who had snuck off the Farm again. Bigby let out a sigh, "How long have you been there?"

"I only heard about you guys keeping something from your bosses." Colin said before asking, "So what is it that you're going to keep from them?"

Once again they both looked to one another and they both had the same thought on what they should do. They could trust Colin enough with this. "We… Found an Erased earlier." Snow explained, "He was injured and starving, so we took him back here. Not only that, he's a little wolf pup."

"Another wolf!?" Colin exclaimed, "Jesus, as if one wolf wasn't enough."

"It's not like that!" Bigby said, "It was strange, he acted more like an animal than he did a person."

"Did he now?" Colin asked, "Well where is he?"

"In the spare bedroom sleeping." Bigby said pointing to where the little pup was.

Colin went over and entered the room where the pup slept. "Just don't tell anyone about this Colin, at least not until we have more information to go on."

"Yeah sure." Colin said in the other room, "But, you sure you guys picked up a wolf pup?"

They both raised their eyebrows at this, as they looked perplexed.

"Um… Why do you ask?" Snow asked.

Colin soon came peeking out of the room, "Well I'm only asking because that uh, quote on quote pup is suddenly a little kid now."

Both of them stood up abruptly and quickly went back to the room just as Colin finished his sentence. When they looked they saw a small bump that was bigger to where the little pup was sleeping. Bigby went over to the bed and moved some of the covers, only to find instead of the small wolf pup, there was a little boy, no more than seven breathing softly and having bandages over where Snow had treated the wound earlier. His hair was of two colors; on the right their was silver, while the left was black. He let out a small groan as he shifted slightly.

"Holy shit." Was the only thing Bigby could say.

The little boy opened his eyes revealing that his eyes were golden like the wolf he had encountered; he looked at Bigby with tired eyes, as he asked only one thing.

"...Who… Are you…?"

-Present-

BANG! BANG!

Bigby opened his eyes when he heard someone knocking at the door. Just as this happened, his son having a disheveled hair, came out from his room having heard the sounds.

"Dad…" He groaned rubbing his eyes that were of gold, "... Someones at the door."

"Yeah, I got that." Bigby said as he stood up, rubbing his eyes.

Bigby went and approached the door, thinking it was the girl that he had helped out earlier that evening. He opened the door but he was surprised to find that instead of the girl, it was actually Snow White. Grim looked to see who it was and he was surprised to see that it was Snow too.

"Bigby!" She said.

"Snow?" Bigby said surprised to see her.

"Miss White?" Grim said surprised to see her too, "What are you doing here?"

"Come with me, both of you!" She said.

Bigby and Grim looked to one another both of them equally perplexed, but they didn't hesitate as they walked out the door and followed Snow down the stairs of the Woodlands. They both noticed that Snow had an alarmed look on her face, and she was looking around making sure that no one was following her or was in front of them.

"Snow?" Bigby said.

At first she didn't seemed to have heard her, she just kept walking still looking alarmed about something.

"Snow!" He yelled.

"What!?" She snapped suddenly, making Bigby and Grim flinch.

Snow took a deep breath, calming herself down, "... Sorry." She said now calm, "What is it?"

"What happened?" Bigby asked her.

"You seem a bit more stressed than usual." Grim pointed out, "Is everything alright?"

"I just can't get into it right this second." Snow replied, "Besides these walls are paper thin, so we'll talk about it outside."

They approached the door, and they caught glimpse of a girl at the age of fifteen like Grim, having red orange hair tied into a low ponytail with a yellow ribbon; she wore a green baggy hoodie over a casual dark blue dress with a simple gray tie. Grim's eyes widened when he recognized who the person was.

"Autumn!" He called out as he ran through the door.

Autumn flinched when she heard the door open suddenly, but she calmed down when she realized it was Grim; Around her neck she appeared to have small chalkboard with a chalk holder on the side. In her right ear, she had some sort of a device that was in the shade of yellow like her ribbon. She turned to him revealing her light purple eyes. She started to make hand gestures, though Grim noticed that she was shaking.

"Thank goodness it's you." She said through her hands.

"Are you okay?" Grim asked all concerned making hand gestures as well, "What happened?"

Autumn in reply pointed over to a jacket covering something on the steps. He looked to Autumn and she simply shifted where she sat. Grim stood up and moved to the jacket reaching for it, though Bigby stopped him and he in turn removed the jacket.

They both let out a gasp when they saw that sitting on the steps was the head of a young Fable.

(Opening Theme: Serial Experiments Lain Opening-Duvet Performed By Brad Holmes)