Heyooo. I started writing this (my first fanfic!) maniaclly after finishing the first episode of the game. Since then I've finished the game and read all the comics, so I know the franchise pretty well (I do have an alternative Goldilocks, but that not a thing for now!). This little story is not going to be 100% accurate to the game, with I apologise for. I also apologise in advance for my grammar, and you are more than welcome to point out my mistakes.
I wrote this a long time ago, and lost my interest, but I still thought I would share what I wrote so far. If you like it, I might continue. So far I have three/four small, finished chapters. Tell me what you think in any case. I hope you like what you read.
Love youuu.


He regained consciousness from one second to the other. He sat straight up in the bed, back stiff and face twisted. The hospital bed quivered in its joints, and the thin blanket fell to the floor. His clothes were messy and stained, and so was his face.

"Where am I?!"

She got up from the chair in the corner of the hospital room and closed the book in her hands. "You're lucky that I was working nightshift. Think of all the young, pretty nurses I've saved. And think of what Crane would've said."

It only took him a split second to recognize her, his keen eyes needing nothing else that the dim light in the room. That wasn't very impressive though. She didn't really look like an ordinary New Yorker.

"Idís?" He seemed to calm down a little, then she twitched and frowned.

"For the love of the Gods, Bigby, I told you not to call me that!"

Then he did something as uncharacteristic as apologizing. He would never really get used to calling her anything other than her name, but he knew better than to start an argument. He didn't really feel like it anyway.

He was still seated in the bed, and she was still standing beside him with the book clutched in her pale hands. They looked at each other in silence for a long time.

It was Ida's ice crystal eyes that brought him back to reality. Reminded him about Snow White's eyes, almost the same color, but empty and glossy, starring into the nothingness only she could see. The surprising and unfathomable pain kept coming back, and he regretted not punching a little harder, on whoever had been the other part of his bar fight.

She broke the silence and his train of thought. "What poor culprit did you beat up this time?"

He didn't answer.

"Looks like you found the biggest Fable around, and asked him about his 'happily ever after'!" At first she smiled a pretty grim smile, but then she frowned again and her mouth became narrow. She wanted to continue, but somehow she had a hard time expressing the concern that was gnawing in her gut. "Do I really need to assign you a dog sitter?"

"You know, right?" Suddenly it felt like his tongue had gone numb, and the words were curled tight in his throat. "About Snow?"

She knew, and she was devastated. Her relationship with Snow was… honestly, all the memories she had of the dark haired beauty, was the chasm she'd made between Bigby and her. The two women probably could've been good friends, if the circumstances had been different. If Snow hadn't been part of the 'government', and if she hadn't taken Ida's place as the wolfman's favorite female creature. Yet Ida had respected her, and when they'd occasionally met, they'd enjoyed each other's company.

Everybody in Fabletown knew how Bigby felt about Snow. Even Kai knew, and he didn't even have eyes in his head. It was impossible to miss. The way he looked at her. The way he changed from big bad wolf to lapdog in her presence. Fabletown was so full of corruption that the two of them had been… giving people hope. And with her gone... For Gods' sake, she'd only been gone for a couple of hours, and he was already pale and cold.

Bigby didn't look like he wanted to leave the bed.

"I'm fine!" At least he made an effort not to growl at her. That was a good sign. Right?

She put her hands on her hips. "As authorized nurse I can only recommend one thing. Fresh air."

He scratched his red brown stubbles, and she smiled a smile that bared her white teeth. Her white uniform made her look like a ghost.

With a little help, he quickly rose from the bed, and became more or less presentable. His shirt did have some suspicious stains, but with his big trench coat it was less noticeable. His black eye was a little harder to conceal, but he wore it like a badge of pride. She wondered if his bruised knuckles were becoming chronic. Somehow she couldn't help but find it attractive. She blushed and blamed her roots.

He held the door for her on the way out. The air was dark and cold, and goose bumps spread across his hairy skin. The cold didn't seem to hurt her, and she left her jacket unbuttoned.

"I miss my fur." He admitted, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"I miss my armor!" She quickly agreed.

There was still plenty of traffic in the Bronx, even though the hours were getting late. Taxi by taxi drove by in a yellow fog, and night owls were glimmering in the neon lights.

Neither of them said much on the stroll. They both preferred the peaceful silence. He lit a cigarette, without offering her. He already knew she preferred her lungs as smoke free as possible.

The Homelands wasn't far from the hospital, and it wasn't long before they could see the columns and the gilded wrought iron gate. There were still a few lights in some of windows but no silhouettes in sight. They stopped in front of the doorsteps and he threw his cigarette away. He stepped on it to put the embers out, and smeared soot on the tiles.

Somehow all the people were gone, even the blood, and all that was left of the evening's nightmares was his memories and the ever present smell of blood in his nose.

Then he returned his attention to her. Her hands were in her pockets, and she was observing him with her almost luminous blue eyes.

He didn't say anything, but she'd known him long enough. They didn't need words anymore.

"I love to walk the dog, the pleasure is all mine."

He always hated when people made dog jokes, but somehow it was okay when it was her. Maybe because he knew that she missed his fur almost as much as he did. Just because they hadn't spent much time together since the Exile, it didn't mean that hundreds of years of friendship meant nothing. Even though they'd both changed a lot since the good old days.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

She smiled sheepishly. A sudden impulse made her take a step forward and give him a pat on the back. "I hope I won't see you again too soon, Biggy."

She could hear him grind his teeth, when she turned around and started walking. Time seemed to pass very slowly, as she was leaving The Homelands behind her, listening to the sound of the city. He was still standing in front of the gate when she reached around the block. Her stomach contracted, and her smile faded.

"Gods dammit."