Hey guys!

I know it took me a while to upload ;D Sorry for that. In the past few days I have been working on some One Shots that will come out soon. But don't worry, I will upload this story once a week (hopefully) as well as my One Shot collection, to which I uploaded the third chapter finally :)

So, yeah, here is the new chapter, enjoy :)

He saw it, the deathly beam of light that was announcing the new day and his upcoming rising out of his chair. Eyes squinted shut, he tried to ward off the filtered sunlight that was drifting in. The inevitable dread of opening his eyes in the dimly lit room made him open only one. He quickly felt the burn in his retina before slamming it shut again. The burn was all he could think of. There was a sigh when he realized he was ever so reluctantly awake.

Bigby drearily came to his senses; he knew that he had to get up though he wished he wouldn't have to. He wanted to escape from the cruel reality and sway back into sleep, where all his troubles and the heartache wouldn't befall him for a few short hours.

With a grunt he stretched in his old, worn chair that functioned as a seat, bed, dining option and general lounging spot and got up to start his day. His first steps brought him to the bathroom; he stood in front of the mirror for a while, examining his tired form. His eyes looked heavy and empty; the purple rings under them were sitting perched on the ledges of his cheekbones and his hair was dishevelled. His rugged appearance was reflecting the sorrow he felt in his heart.

It was a crumpling feeling that made him nauseous. It killed his self-esteem and made him vulnerable, and he had no idea how to snap out of it. The desolation and betrayal he felt were making him a mere shell of the man he used to be. He still loved Snow, with all his heart. But the pain and hurt he felt whenever he thought of her made him avoid her as of late.

The water he splashed on his face cleared his mind, he knew that staying stubborn wouldn't help either of them. They couldn't continue like this. He needed to swallow his anger and try to forgive Snow.

What is done, is done. He was silently contemplating as he was putting on his tie. He didn't want to stay mad at Snow. He knew how much she was going through, all the nightmares she had, that she had no one as a shoulder to lean on, and it was killing him. It was true he was hurt and the loss of his infant made him mourn and grief, but he had to move on, for both of their sakes.

When he first found out what she did, there was a boiling fury inside him, and the pain was too much to bear. He had wept and felt worthless, but as the days went on, he realized that he still wanted nothing else than to be with Snow. Both of them made their mistakes, but they would eventually work them out, find consolation in each other and leave this goddamn mess behind them.

Bigby knew that the first step into Snows heart was to forgive her. A new kind of determination rose in him. He sighed, hand on the doorknob, ready to start another day at work.

Maybe, we can work our way to happiness after all…

~oOo~

"Anything else, Miss White?" the high pitched voice of the waitress asked. She was wearing an overgrown smile on her face as she leaned over to take Snow's order.

Snow shook her head as she was staring absentmindedly out of the window that was next to her seat in the Eggman Diner.

She wanted to start her day on a positive note, get rid of all the negativity that was surrounding her, so she decided to take the day off and treat herself a little, starting with a nice breakfast in Fabletowns most visited Diner. Maybe spend the afternoon in the park or just go home and take a relaxing bath.

That will be nice, she smiled to herself as she leaned her head on her hand and continued to watch other Fables crossing the streets out of the window, living their everyday life. How she wished she could switch their problems with hers.

"Oh, I know something great. How about a freshly squeezed orange juice?" the waitress beamed at Snow with a gleam in her eyes.

Snow turned her head towards the energetic woman and narrowed her eyes at her. What does she want from me?

The waitress cleared her throat and shifted nervously under Snows glare. "You know, we rarely have someone from your importance as our guest and we want to make sure you approve of this Diner…so you can support it in the future."

Snow rolled her eyes. She must be new here. All this sweet-talking wouldn't affect her. When someone wanted financial help, they needed to go to the Business Office. Snow leaned back on the bench and closed her eyes. Today is my free day, no work will follow me.

"Is the Sheriff coming too?" the waitress inquired curiously. Snows eyes shot open to stare at the woman in front of her. "No he is not." Her tone didn't leave room for any more questions. The waitress noticed that she was not welcome at the table any longer and silently hurried back into the kitchen.

Snow sighed and leaned her head on her hand once more. She wanted to spend some time alone, try to relax and clear her mind. She wanted to move on, leave everything that happened behind her but she could see in Bigbys eyes that he did not forgive her. He still blamed her for everything she did.

At least Charming is not here… or Rose, she thought gratefully. She didn't have the patience to deal with either of them. Snow furrowed her brows at the course her mind took her once more. This was her free time and she would think of no one but herself.

She closed her eyes once more and leaned back into the seat. Her tense shoulders were aching and her head felt heavy.

I will definitely take a bath later…

~oOo~

The sudden hollow echo of knuckles rapping at the door to his Office made Bigby lift his head from the newspaper he was reading. It was a calm day, no menacing danger or crisis was on its way, so he actually had the time to indulge in the privilege of updating his knowledge of the mundy world, enjoying some take-out food with his feet perched on his desk.

"Come in" he grunted towards the door, not caring to put down the newspaper to see who wanted to waste his time now.

The door opened and he heard someone take a few steps in, if he'd looked down under the bottom of his newspaper he would have seen the fine French shoes that were walking towards him and now took a seat on the chair in front of him.

"Sheriff..." he heard a familiar voice greet him with a reserved and polite tone. Bigby abruptly put the newspaper down to see no one else than Doctor Swineheart sit in front of him, with his hands folded in his lap and a cocky expression on his face.

Bigbys brows furrowed in irritation and he could feel the anger boiling inside him once more at the sight of the Doctor.

"What are you doing here?" he growled, putting his feet off the table to sit straight in his chair.

"You are ever so charming Mister Wolf" Swineheart sighed as he eyed Bigby up and down. He crossed his legs. "But I am not he…"

"You should be glad you are still alive after what you did" Bigby interrupted resentfully. His hands gripped the armrests. He couldn't help but remember the night when he broke down Swinehearts door to reveal the catastrophe that occurred while he had been oblivious.

The Doctor didn't seem fazed by this obvious threat, he turned up his nose at Bigbys remark.

"Believe it or not Sheriff Wolf, I was merely doing my job. Now excuse me but I came for one specific reason and that is not to quarrel with you…" Swineheart continued eager to get out of Bigbys office.

Bigby folded his arms across his chest and eyed the Doctor. "Well then go ahead."

"I couldn't find Miss White in her…"

"She is not here today. You can come back tomorrow." Bigby interrupted him once more and nodded towards the door for Swineheart to leave. He also just heard from Boy Blue that Snow was having a day off this morning. He did not question it but he hoped Snow would take some time to think about their situation and a possible solution for their contention.

Swineheart pinched the bridge of his nose, getting exasperated with the Sheriff. "Mister Wolf, I hope you do not treat Miss White with the same indiscretion with which you treat me. "

Bigbys anger intensified but he listened to what Swineheart had to say, before he would decide against his better judgment to rip his head off.

"The decision she made was not easy for her, and you were a fool to assume that she would happily start a family with you out of nowhere…" Swineheart added conceitedly, folded his arms across his chest and turned his head away from Bigby in dismay.

"Is this what you're here for? To lecture me?" Bigby asked annoyed. He would not let the Doctor provoke him but deep down he knew his words were true.

"I am not. I am just saying that you shouldn't lay any more pressure on her than there already is. After losing so many babies her body and her mind must accommodate…"

"Excuse me?" Bigby asked. He leaned forward in his chair. He didn't know if the Doctor actually said those words.

"Mister Wolf would you please stop interrupting me for once?" The Doctor sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose again.

"Say it again?" Bigby demanded, his eyes widened in terror. Did he just say…

"Pardon?" Swineheart looked at him like he was insane.

Bigby stood up from his chair and pointed at the Doctor "You just said babies, what is that supposed to mean? All this time we were talking about one child!"

Swineheart shook his head in disbelief and uncrossed his legs. "What? Did Miss White not tell you? You placed a whole goddamn litter inside of her."

Bigby couldn't believe what he just heard. Swinehearts voice faded out of his hearing. He started breathing heavily and he closed his hands into fists. The humiliation and anger came back and tore his heart into little fragments again. Anger spread through his chest, took over his mind and consumed him. It was like energy, a huge electric shock was racing up his spine and the vengefulness that filled him was as sudden as the immediate protectiveness he felt over his lost children once more. Forgotten were his attempts at forgiving Snow, he couldn't think of anything else but the wrath that spread through him again.

Bigby grabbed a paperknife from his desk and stomped towards Swineheart, grabbing him roughly by his collar and holding the letter opener against his mouth he threatened with a livid glare: "Get out, before I cut off your tongue."

The Doctor knew better than to protest as he was shoved out of Bigbys office. For the first time his face showed actual panic.

After he shut the door, Bigby turned around, still at a loss for words. He gripped his hair in a desperate attempt to ban the infuriation. How can she be so heartless? She should have told me.

He couldn't stand another second in his Office, in the whole Building. He needed to talk to Snow, wherever she was, he needed to find her and discuss the matter.

She has a lot to answer for. Bigby grabbed his keys from the desk and made his way out of the Office as fast as he could.

~oOo~

Home sweet home, Snow thought as she arrived at her door. She just came back from a nice, long walk at the park and she felt relaxed, she was tired but at ease for once. She closed her eyes in delight as she thought of the bath she was going to take.

A twist of her key opened the door to her apartment and she was greeted with the familiar smell of her home. The curtains were still drawn so it was dark inside. She wiped her shoes on the doormat before stepping in and putting her keys on the little dresser next to her. She sensed that something was wrong. Slowly she turned on the lights and took a few tentative steps further into her apartment. Everything seemed normal. Hm, I shouldn't be so paranoid, she smiled dryly.

When she turned around she almost jumped. Seemingly out of nowhere Bigby was standing in front of her with an unreadable expression in his eyes.

Snow swatted his chest, holding one hand on her heart. "Are you insane? I almost had a heart attack!" She breathed heavily. Realization hit her slowly and she lifted her head to glare at him incredulously. "How did you even come in here? I locked the door!"

His eyes were void of any emotion as they were boring into her skull. "We need to talk" he deadpanned. His face was hard and his jaw was clenched. His shoulders were tense and she could see a vein in his neck throbbing.

She raised her brows, what was this supposed to be? Snow put her hands on her hips. "Excuse me? You break into my apartment and expect me to talk to you? Could you give me at least some time to actually arrive, and stop staring at me like that, you look like a serial killer…" Snow rolled her eyes, what could be so important for him to scare her like that? Or was this some kind of game of his to mock her?

Bigby roughly yanked her elbow and lowered his face to her level. His breath was ragged and Snow was shocked to see the hatred in his eyes.

"Right. Now."

Yupp, ending it on a cliffhanger :P

So, this chapter was kind of a built up for what will come next, and let me tell you guys: Intense Shit is about to happen ;D

Anyways, thanks for reading, see you next time. Bye lovelies c:

Next Chapter: Bigby and Snow let the emotions run high as they finally have a talk about everything that happened. Will they make the same mistakes again?