Author's Note

SO I haven't written anything in 2+ years due to lack of inspiration, and I only became interested in doing so again after I played The Wolf Among Us and got inspired again. Hopefully my writting has improved since the last time I wrote any sort of fic. ANYWAY, I wrote this immedietly after episode 5 came out, like...I was really bummed that Bigby and Snow didn't get any closure at the end? I dunno, I was mad so i wrote this dumb fic. I wrote a few more drabbles with them, not sure if I'll upload them! I'll see if this does well :P

ENJOY I GUESS?

It was all over. This entire week was beginning to take a toll on him. Bigby Wolf took another drag of his cigarette and looked up at the cloudy sky. He was on the rooftop of the Woodlands luxury apartments, seeking a few moments of solace. It had stopped raining a couple of hours ago, and he didn't feel like going inside just yet.

The sheriff recollected what had happen just the previous day. So many people had died, he figured it was for the best. No more corruption in Fabletown, for now that is. He was glad everything was back to somewhat normal. However, Bigby felt a little out of the loop with work.

Snow White had just became the deputy mayor and had a lot on her plate. He figured they wouldn't be working together as much as they used to. No more lunch breaks, no more bringing her coffee for her in the morning, no more doing Crane's errands together. Part of him was relieved because sometimes it took every ounce of self control to not reach out and hold her in his arms right then and there. He had always felt a connection with Snow. He assumed she might have felt the same way. But since the new official title, she's been working and trying to get things back to normal and he longed for her company.

she'll work things out...she'll do better than that asshole Crane

The sheriff looked in his palm at a wooden box and opened it. It was the willow beetle that TJ wanted to give Snow as a present. TJ wanted to give Snow the present himself, but didn't have much time to spare before being shipped off to the farm with the other unglamoured fables. Of course he hasn't given it to her yet, he was just waiting until she came to him, Bigby figured she was too busy for him to engage in giftgiving. He smiled at the gift and thought how TJ had more to offer her than Bigby did. He recalled telling Nerissa earlier how Snow didn't really need him. Though he wish she did. She may need him as Fabletown's Sheriff, but not the man he wanted to be for her.

He took one last puff of his cigarette and put it out on the ground. He was about to head inside until he heard a pleasant and sweet voice ringing in his ears, though he already new who it was just from her scent alone.

"Bigby, I've been looking all over for you"

He didn't even turn to look at her.

"Snow"

"Are you...I...are you busy?" she sounded even more stressed than usual.

Bigby turns and looks at her and represses a surprised gasp trying to escape his throat. Snow's hair was down. She hadn't worn it like that in a long time. He marveled in the beauty of it for a millisecond before she took notice of him staring at her long ravenous locks. Finally he spoke "I was just about to head inside but, Snow...I wanted to talk to you."

She nods in agreement and stands next to him. He noticed she stood a little more than an arms length away from him. For the first time he felt as if their friendship was taking a downward spiral. He wanted to talk, but simply didn't know how to, more so than usual.

"Bigby I just wanted to tell you that, you did the right thing yesterday. I don't want you to have this on your conscious, you did your job like I told you to and I appreciate that"

He looks over at her as she stares at the sun setting passed the clouds. Bigby recalls of what happened with the Crooked Man ordeal that happened just this morning. Instead of killing him on the spot or imprisoning him, Bigby tossed him down the Witching Well so his days of extortion of poor Fables would be over.

Snow continued when Bigby didn't say anything. She watched him simply light another one of his cigarrettes. Snow continued, "Also...Sheriff, now that I'm your boss, I expect you to give me more respect than before. I don't want fables to think I just cut you off the leash anymore. I'm going to need you to listen to what I have to say. Can you do that for me?"

Bigby glanced over at her again. She was looking at him this time sternly and she spoke again. A face that he didn't want her to make or at least at him "Do we have an agreement Mister Wolf?"

Mister wolf? Was she always going to address him as that from now on? Even when they were alone?

Bigby put out his cigarette. He didn't want to argue with her. That was the last thing he wanted, especially with all that has happened. "Yeah I got it. I'd rather be taking orders from you than from Crane. Don't worry Snow" he replied in an obvious

She looked back at the sky and says, "Good. I also don't want everyone thinking that I just let you do whatever you want...so behave yourself ok? I'm going to make sure something like this doesn't happen ever again."

Bigby looked over at her brushing a hand through her newly adorned hair. He wanted to feel her hair through his fingers. He promptly stood in his tracks resisiting his sudden urge. Like how it always is.

"Don't worry, I'll try behave" Bigby would always try to do his best. This was his redemption. He wanted the Fable community to trust him like Snow did. Not only was she the first Fable to believe in the wolf, she was the first one who knew that he wasn't as bad as he seemed, other wise he would have killed her centeries ago.

Snow looked over at Bigby and finally smiled which was an immense sigh of relief and he gave her a half smile back. He inched a little closer to where she was standing and held out the box that TJ had given him. Snow looked down at the box and noticed her face reddened. She looked up at him with lips agape, almost looking confused.

Bigby bashfully brushed a hand to the back of his head and said, "TJ...wanted me to give you this. He said that he wanted you to have it." Snow takes the box looking slightly embarrassed (or she smelled that way to Bigby) and took the box from his hands making contact with his fingers which were warm compared to her naturally ice cold ones. She opened the box and smiled.

"Wow, it's the willow bettle from his collection. He must have remembered...it's a shame that he had to go to the farm...but, it's just the way it has to be.

Bigby nodded in agreement and was about to tell her that they could have paid toad for a glamour but recanted for he didn't want to get on her bad side. Especially when he didn't know where their relationship stood. He also remembered a certian pig who was camping in his apartment at this very moment, but Snow didn't need to know that. He'd deal with Colin on his own.

"I'll have to visit him at the farm one day, whenever that will be. I have to make sure I get all my paperwork done...it's hard to take the place of a deputy mayor who never did any of his work." She moved her hand to her forehead. He could tell how easily stressed she was getting, even after a few days since Crane left.

"Why don't you...get an assistant? I mean Crane...had you...you could get one". They weren'y standing at arms length anymore. Now they were closer, even almost touching shoulders.

"Hmm, I suppose you're right," she looked at him and smiled again. He had a feeling that she was going to do less smiling with her new appointed job. "I could ask Boy Blue if he'd be willing to do it. Thanks Sheriff."

"Don't mention it" he replied.

There she goes again, calling me "sheriff"

Snow leans back a bit and yawned "Well...I think I'm going to call it a night. Thank you for listening to me...Mister Wolf" she held out her hand for intent of him to shake it. Bigby stared down at it. He wanted to do more than shake her hand. He wanted to reach out and take her in his arms and breath her in. To run his fingers through her hair. He knew he couldn't do that. He simply grabbed her had and shook it feeling her soft cold hand against his rough warm one enjoying the skin contact once more.

"Thank you" she simply stated with a small smile on her face. She started to walk away and Bigby looked over and watched her walk away. He couldn't just let her leave like that...

"Wait...Snow"

She turned around and looked over at him with an inquisitive look on her face, she almost looked as if she was losing patience with him, but this wouldn't let this relationship deteriorate so soon even if it was inevitable.

"I um...just wanted to say...you know...you can still call me Bigby. It doesn't have to be all formal between us." He ran another hand through his hair and looked back at her waiting for what he was going to say.

She simply smiled again and said "Good night, Bigby" and with that, she was gone.

Bigby almost told her how he felt. He was on the verge of letting her know his feelings. How she occupied his thoughts and that he couldn't get her damned scent out of his mind from the moment they first met. Bigby thought better of it. He knew Snow had a lot to deal with and needed to focus on her work. Perhaps one day, whether it was ten or twenty years, he would be able to tell her how much she meant to him.

I hope this was alright! I'm sorry if there's any spelling errors, I don't have a working computer at the moment with proper word doc. so I can't spell check + I don't have a friend to beta my writing.

OTL.