Hello and welcome everybody :)

This is my first Fables/The Wolf among us Fan fiction ever. When I was reading Fables, that one line from Swineheart really struck me and I came with the idea, what if Snow said yes to his offer to end her pregnancy? She does not have any emotional attachment to the cubs yet, and as she said herself it would just ruin her reputation.

So come along and find out in this multi-chapter story how Bigby and Snow find their way to each other.

Disclaimer: Obviously you will have to have read the Storybook Love arc, otherwise you will not understand this.

Enjoy the first chapter :)

„…you still have other options. This is the 21st Century after all..."

Somehow she couldn't stop thinking about those words Doctor Swineheart said a few days ago.

"You look like hell…"

And if she was completely honest with herself, she also felt like hell. Ever since she knew about this pregnancy, it was keeping her from sleeping at night.

She was outside of her office for once. It was a lovely morning, birds simultaneously tweeted out to each other in a chorus, singing a soothing, melodic tune and she could already tell the sun would be shining today.

Supported by her cane, Deputy Mayor Snow White was walking towards the Woodlands. She wanted to get some fresh air and visited the Fabletown Bakery before she was to sit in the Business Office the whole day. Luckily no one seemed to notice that she was, in fact carrying an unwanted child from no one else than Sheriff Bigby Wolf. She even made sure to wear a wide dress which could hide a possibly showing belly.

Snow also made sure to go as early as possible, so she wouldn't run into Bigby. Bigby.

Thinking about him made her feel both mad and confused at the same. She tightened her grip on the cane.

It was still awkward between them after that fateful trip to the mountains they made, which brought her into this mess.

"I'm glad I don't remember anything though… that would have been even worse", she thought gratefully and shook her head. She wouldn't be able to look into the Sheriff's eyes if she knew exactly what they did.

No, she didn't remember anything, even if she tried (which she did a lot… for one reason or another), Bluebeard made sure of that with his spell.

Bluebeard. Her brows furrowed in anger as he came to her mind. She would have liked to have a few words with him after his attempt at murdering both her and Bigby. Unfortunately Prince Charming had already taken care of him.

"Lucky Bluebeard, I would have unleashed seven hells upon him", Snow thought darkly.

She was walking past Cinderella's Store and could already see the fence of the Woodlands with Trusty John waiting outside of the building, ready to open the door for everyone that might pass through it. He looked contented; his garden must be blooming this time of the year.

She entered the complex that is the Woodlands with careful steps as not to trip on the step.

Trusty John already came rushing to her, as the gentleman that he was, and held her by her elbow.

"Welcome back Miss White, lovely morning isn't it?" he greeted her with a warm smile.

She smiled back at him, trying not to show her annoyance: "Yes it is, I'm sure your flowers are grateful for that"

She wasn't helpless, even if she was still walking with a cane. But she knew better than to snap at John who was just meaning well.

He held open the door for her and she entered the confines of the lobby.

Lately she often had the urge to leave, even just for a walk outside, since she felt trapped in the building. And that had one specific reason.

She heard the familiar ring of the arriving elevator and entered it.

She sighed and leaned her head against the wall of the empty elevator.

Ever since she found out that he basically knew her location and mood at all times, she was feeling trapped. Like she couldn't escape him even if she wanted to. It made her feel like she had no privacy anymore.

It also forced her to deal with him and what she was carrying in her belly. She would gladly have buried her head obliviously in work, but she knew that he had a right to know everything about her pregnancy and they would soon have to look for a solution. The time will come no matter how much she procrastinates it.

The sound of the elevator woke her from her thoughts. She took a deep breath, preparing herself mentally for the day, and then exited the elevator, and started to walk down the hallway towards the Business Office.

She couldn't help but hold her breath as she passed the Sheriff's Office. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a dark figure hunched over the desk as she looked through the glass door while passing it.

So Bigby was already there.

She then wanted to slap herself. Why was she so nervous all of the sudden? She was Snow goddamn White, Deputy Mayor of Fabletown, respected by all Fables, some may even fear her.

"No Wolf can frighten me", she told herself in her mind as she continued walking decisively to her Office, not sparing another glance to the glass door. If she would, she might have seen the shadow inside follow her every step with his stare…

Right as she wanted to open the door to her trusty Business Office, Boy Blue already opened it and almost ran her over.

"Oh Miss White, good morning… I was already looking for you", he said out of breathe. Snow raised her eyebrow suspiciously at him as she walked inside, leaving him behind her.

"I was just outside for a minute, what is so urgent Blue?" She sighed and leaned into her big chair, walking on that stupid cane was tiring.

"Well, the usual stuff I guess. We have got some complaints from various Fables that want their Ac Unit repaired", he told her casually as he stood now before her desk and was going through some letters he was holding.

Snow rolled her eyes: "Already? It is barely spring. They won't be needing it until summer. They have to wait; we have more important things to take care of now, how is the scanning through Bluebeards treasure chambers going?"

Snow had to make priorities, and finding Bluebeards money was now of utmost importance for all of Fabletown.

"It is going well, it might take a while though, since Bluebeard had a lot of secret rooms, but Prince Charming and Bluebeards former servant Hobbes are working tirelessly to find all hidden treasures, along with the help of some witches from the 13th floor", Blue smirked.

Snow nodded her head approvingly. "Good, thank you Blue"

She focused her attention on all the new letters and files on her desk now, trying to sort which ones are for the Sheriff to take care of and with which one she had to deal herself.

Something was wrong though; Boy Blue was shifting nervously from one leg to the other, still in front of her desk.

Snow looked up from her letters and eyed Blue sternly:" Is there anything else you didn't tell me Mister Secretary?"

He cleared his throat a couple of times, trying to find the courage to ask the next question. Snow was suspecting the worst.

"Also…Bigby asked about you…" he told her. He held his folder in front of him like he was afraid she was going to yell at him.

Of fucking course.

"So? What does he want? ", she asked disinterested as she looked on her desk again, trying to keep her face void of emotion.

"Uhm... Well he asked me to…" Boy Blue hesitated, feeling uncomfortable.

"Go ahead Boy, I don't have all day", she said annoyed. She was trying to keep her tone mild but inside she was dying to hear what message the Sheriff has left for her.

"He wanted to know if you feel alright. He worries about you… not that he said that, but you know when he is all grumpy like you can kinda see he is worried. But of course he doesn't admit is because you know…" Boy Blue babbled.

He was the only one who knew about Bigby and Snows…circumstance. Of course they couldn't keep it a secret from him. As soon as he saw the regular visits to Doctor Swineheart as well as the distance between Bigby and Snow which was on a whole another level since they came back from their trip, he knew that it could only mean one thing.

They could trust him so Snow didn't worry about him. Bigby made sure he wouldn't talk. Blue swallowed as he remembered that conversation. He knew Bigby Wolf wouldn't actually hurt him, but he kept talking about ripped out throats, so Blue knew this was serious.

Even worse was now he had to play the messenger since Snow avoided any contact with the Sheriff lately.

"It's okay Blue I understand", she said sternly. She swallowed. Snow knew she couldn't keep ignoring him like this. But abusing Blue as a messenger? That was a coward move rather fit for an Ichabod Crane than the Big Bad Wolf.

She sighed before she responded:" Please tell the Sheriff that he shall come to my office this afternoon, we have a few files to discuss here", she placed her hand on a few letters. It was true they needed to talk about those. I guess that will be the best time to talk then.

Blue sighed relieved; he was rooting for Bigby and was glad that Snow finally would talk to him. They really needed that talk.

"But…" Snow interrupted Boy Blues thoughts in a harsh tone: "tell him to come to me immediately next time. I will not have any more hiding or secrets" She dismissed him with a short nod before turning to her business again.

"Don't shoot the messenger…" Blue whispered under his breath as the made his way to Bigby's Office as fast as possible.

As soon as she heard the door close, Snow took her head in her hands.

How am I going to survive this day?

~oOo~

"Bigby, Bigby!" Boy Blue rushed into the Sheriff's office. Excitement written all over his face.

"Calm down kid, you might get a heart attack from all that running", Bigby Wolf mumbled as he was writing down a few notes, not caring to look up and of course smoking.

"It's about Snow", Blue said seriously. Bigby stopped mid-sentence and looked up expectantly.

"She said she wants you in her office in a few hours to discuss some files." Blue explained.

Bigby put away his pen and started to scratch his stubble, a telltale sign that we was thinking about what Blue said.

"…I'm sure she will talk about your matter Bigby", Blue said softly. He earned an angry stare from the Sheriff.

Bigby kept quiet, obviously deep in thought, and Boy Blue started to feel uncomfortable for the second time today.

"Uhm… I'll be on my way then Sheriff. G…Good Luck with Snow later", he stuttered as he hurried to the door.

Turning down the knob to open the door he heard Bigby behind his back murmur a low "Thank you Blue."

~oOo~

It went a lot easier than she expected… so far.

Snow White was still in her Office, sitting in the oversized chair, reading reports in a monotonous voice.

But something was different. Because this time Bigby Wolf was sitting next to her on a chair he brought into the office.

She knew he was going to be serious when he sat down, for usually he just leans against her table while giving her his signature wolf smile.

This time there was no smile. There wasn't any small talk either. They straight up went to business. The Uneasiness in the air was almost visible as she kept reading out loud. She even refused to look him in the eye. She couldn't. His eyes would weaken her resolve.

"Stay strong Snow, you can do this" she repeated this mantra in her head.

What am I even doing? At one point we are going to have to talk about this matter.

"…Case closed. Good work Sheriff. You once again have done excellent work", she finished reading the report on some brawl Bigby stopped a few weeks ago. Without getting involved in any violence, he really is learning, she thought softly.

"Thanks Snow", he said stiffly, looking at his hands which were folded in his lap.

Is he being coy? Oh dear.

She silence that followed was nerve wrecking. Snow cleared her throat a couple of times, unsure how to proceed. She looked at the clock on her desk, trying to distract herself from the warmth his body was radiating in all directions. He is too close.

He closed his eyes for a second before he gathered the courage to look at her. Their gaze met.

"Snow… are you feeling alright? ", he said, his voice hoarse.

Snow quickly averted her gaze and stared into the space of the Office as she replied:" I'm fine thanks."

It's a lie she was used to saying.

Bigby hesitated. He moved even closer to her and almost whispered:" Is the cub okay?" as if he was afraid someone could hear them. But they were alone, which made it even more difficult for Snow to keep her face straight. Only Bufkin was sleeping in the back, but he was far too drunk to notice anything.

"I saw you being around Swineheart a lot lately, nothing happened right?" he swallowed, trying to keep his voice steady. Truth is, the worry had been eating him from inside the past few days. And Snows absence wasn't helping. It seemed whenever he looked for her she was gone.

Snow melted at the worry in his voice. She looked him in the eye, he was incredibly close now. She could feel his breath on her face. So inviting, so familiar.

She mentally slapped herself. He obviously was controlling her, trying to locate her at all times, making her feel like a fucking prisoner in her own home.

She replaced her sympathy for him with anger.

Snow leaned back into her chair, trying to get away from him physically.

He is stalking me again; I can't just ignore and believe him.

Turning away from him with her chair, Snow huffs.

"This is hardly the time to talk about this matter Bigby." She was glad he couldn't see her face.

"This matter Snow is very important right now. You basically have been ignoring me the past few weeks. You need to tell me if something is wrong. We are in this mess together!" she heard him say behind her.

She turned to him again, arms crossed in front of her: "As I said before, I am fine. We are fine. No need to keep stalking me"

Bigby ignored that last comment and kept pushing, now that she was talking to him, he must bring this up.

"Okay, but we still need to talk about where to go from here. What do we do when the cub is here? What will become of you and me? Of us?" He kept his tone serious, he couldn't help but feel hope that Snow will finally admit that she returned his feelings once the cub was there. Maybe this cub could be the thing that tied them together. It has to be, he thought.

Snow didn't respond. Because she simply didn't know. She was afraid of the future.

Though she didn't tell him that she wasn't even sure to keep the cub. Swinehearts words came to her mind again.

"…other options…"

She took a deep breath. No, she had to take control of the situation again.

"I think we should discuss that matter another time…"

"Is this what you are going to call it? That matter? Just say it Snow it's a pregnancy", Bigby was growing tired of her games. He needed answers. For the sake of their child. He clenched his fists. She can't just do this thing without me

Snow's glare became icy. She stood up from her chair and hovered over him.

"Mister Wolf, I thank you for your time but we are both very busy and I see this conversation has ended." She couldn't give in. She had to figure out some stuff for herself yet.

He stood up and now he was taller than her. He looked down at her with an intimidating glare.

"You are welcome Miss White.", he spat. He then left the Business Office with big steps and a little too loud shut of the door.

Snow released a shaky breath she was holding in.

Miss White?

He never called her by her surname anymore. It has been a long time since she heard that from him.

Snow sat down on her chair again.

She was fighting the tears that were making their way into her eyes.

She grabbed her cane. I need to get out of here.

With a headache and an unmistakable pain in her chest, she left the Business Office.

~oOo~

He leaned down and smelled at his newest creation.

"Oh trés formidable", he chuckled to himself. Yes, Doctor Swineheart knew that not only was he the best surgeon any Fable or Mundie has ever seen, but he was also a skilled cook.

He kept chuckling to himself, full of pride as he took another sip from his wine.

He stopped as he heard the doorbell ring.

Huh, I am not expecting visitors am I?; he wondered.

Wine glass still in his hand, he made his way to the front door.

He straightened his shirt one more time before opening the door.

Well, that's a surprise

"Miss White. I didn't expect to see you at such an hour.", he exclaimed surprised. Before him stood an obviously tousled Deputy Mayor.

Poor thing must have been running, he thought as he examined her ruffled hair.

She was out of breath, so he took it upon himself to speak:" Would you like to come in and have a cup of tea? I just made the most amazing dinner", he smiled a cheesy grin, still in awe of himself.

"I made the recipe all by myself, you must try it. You know I am not…"

"I want to know!", she interrupted him, not caring for his dinner.

"Pardon?" he huffed. He found it most rude how she interrupted his speech.

"Tell me what will happen if I abort this child I am carrying", she told him with a dead voice.

~oOo~

She looked at the glass in her hands.

Okay, maybe I was a little dramatic back there, she thought. She didn't mean to startle him.

Snow was sitting on the expensive couch in Swinehearts apartment. He was all over the place, ranting about his dinner getting cold and her ruining the furniture.

She didn't care.

I'm glad the Doctor doesn't live in the Woodlands, otherwise Bigby would probably hear this right now, she thought. She tried to swallow down the anger when she thought about him.

How dare he tell her what to do? She was the one who was carrying this child neither of them wanted. It was her body and she could do whatever she wanted.

No one takes control over my body but me. A deal she made with herself several years after the incident with the dwarves.

She brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Swineheart came to sit in front of her, in the vintage looking armchair. She eyed it for a moment.

"Nice isn't it? It's from France. That was such a great trip I tell you Miss White", Swineheart grinned proudly.

She glared at him. Can this man do nothing but boast about all the stuff he does and has?

"So," Snow began, tentatively placing the glass of juice on the table next to her: "if I am going to put an end to my pregnancy, how will the procedure be done?"

"Well", Swineheart crossed his legs, now being in full Doctor Mode "it will be done at the hospital. But since I reckon you do not want Mister Wolf to know about this, we will do it at a mundy hospital, several miles away from Fabletown."

Snow eyed him suspiciously:" How are we going to get in a mundy hospital, that's impossible!"

He laughed then, a laugh a father would give his silly little daughter: "Do not worry about that Miss White, I do have connections to the mundy. I find them rather… interesting". He smiled, full of himself again.

Snow rolled her eyes.

Still she was not feeling good about this. And Swineheart was not a help.

He seemed to sense her uneasiness. He leaned forward placing a hand on her knee.

"Do not be worried. There will be no pain. You will just go to sleep, and when you wake up… you will be free. Everything will be alright again." His voice was soft and low.

Snow looked into his eyes.

I will be free.

She couldn't answer him. She had too much to think about.

Am I really going to do this? It does not feel right; Bigby has a right to know.

Swineheart interrupted her musings.

"Miss White, if I may be bold?" he asked carefully. She nodded.

"It will be for the best. Believe me. This… child will be a bastard. It will not be loved. Neither by you nor the rest of Fabletown."

What about Bigby? she thought but didn't interrupt him this time.

"A woman in your position has no need for a child." He talked about it like it was not a human being. Like it was just some burden.

But that's what it is for me, right?

"Not to forget, we cannot be sure it will be human after all", he added quietly, like it was something forbidden.

"Excuse me?" Snow couldn't believe what she heard. Is this snob trying to insult me?

He cleared his throat.

"Well I spend many centuries studying the human anatomy as well as the ones from animals. But I am not sure your child would be completely human, considering his father is a wolf" He quickly took a sip from his wine. He seemed to be uncomfortable talking about this.

Snow nodded slowly.

~oOo~

That night many nightmares plagued her. Dreams of her bearing the children of dwarves, dreams of her cub being killed.

Snow was writhing and whimpering in her sleep. She wanted to scream but her voice seemed to be gone.

With a jolt she woke up from the worst dream so far. She was covered in sweat and was breathing heavily.

But in this moment, it was absolutely clear for her. It was as clear as the fact that the sun would rise tomorrow, as the clear as mountain water.

In that moment Snow was absolutely and utterly sure, that she wanted to be free.

Also I wanna give my special thanks to the wonderful drecklyn for motivating me in the first place. Of course you can also follow me on tumblr c: link is in my bio.

Next Chapter: Snow has made her decision, now she needs to act on it. How will she keep Bigby from noticing, and what happens when he finds out?