My first oneshot. I've wanted to write this little part for a while now, because I think that the way the characters would respond would be fun to write. Puck proposes to Sabrina. Review, and maybe I'll do more. :) (Oh, and Puck and 'Brina are always the same age, duh)

Anyway. On to the story! No one's POV!

Puck was wishing for two things at the present: that the right moment would present itself sometime soon, and that Granny wouldn't notice $1,299.00 missing from her checking account. And if she did, at least it would have been spent for all the right reasons. His cheeks flamed scarlet. Well, mostly all of the right reasons. He was going to seriously scar his already tarnished reputation. The Trickster King shouldn't ma-

"Hi, Puck!" Fourteen-year-old Daphne waved up at him from where she was tackling with Elvis. Her cheeks were flushed with exertion. "Where were you?"

Puck let his wings carry him down to the ground. "Flying, duh."

"Flying from where?"

"None of your business, Marshmallow." He shoved away Elvis, who was trying to lick every inch of the faerie's exposed skin.

Daphne put her hands on her hips. "Oh come ON! No one tells me anything."

He ignored her and went inside. Daphne's eyes trailed after him. What was he up to? He certainly looked guilty enough, but it wasn't the bad kind. With a start, she realized that it had been guilty pleasure pasted all over his face. "Pleasure about what?" she asked herself, calling Elvis over so they could go inside. It was almost dinnertime.

Upstairs in her room, Sabrina was getting herself down again. You can't be mad forever, she told herself. But she was. The eighteen-year-old had been mad for quite a while, ever since an angry breakup with her first-and last-boyfriend: Peter Pan. She kept thinking about how mean he had been to her towards the end of the relationship. She had liked him for a while, even though she knew it would never last. Something had been holding her back from a serious commitment. Peter had sensed this, and had blown up in a rage.

Yeah, it had ended pretty quickly, not to say that she wasn't still mad at him.

But her breakup had greatly improved her relations with Puck, who had been mad about her dating the bane of his existence.

"Stupid Peter, ruining my stupid self-esteem," she snarled, kicking a bookcase. His insults from the last fight flew through her head, so terrible that it hurt to even think about them. A tear trekked down her cheek.

"'Brina, what was that?" Uncle Jake called from the hallway.

"Nothing!" she called back. "I tripped!"

"Klutz," her uncle replied, laughing.

Sabrina didn't even smile. She ignored her grandmother's call that dinner was ready-if you even called Granny Relda's cooking food-and opened her window, letting the soft breeze tickle her cheeks. Plots of revenge began to formulate in her mind. How could she get back at Peter?

Well... it wasn't all his fault. She had been kind of a jerk toward the end, skirting away from anything other than a light kiss or hug. Why couldn't she just love him? He was a nice guy (minus his anger issues), and definitely good-looking. Strawberry blonde hair, dangerously blue eyes, and a wide, inviting smile had drawn her in. Then what the hell pushed me away? She thought angrily.

"Sabrina? Are you coming?" Daphne yelled from downstairs.

"Probably not! I won't eat, anyway!"

There was a pause. "You okay?" Of course her sister suspected something was wrong. She always did.

"I'm fine, Daph!"

Daphne didn't reply, so Sabrina assumed that Daphne thought her to be a lost cause.

Maybe that was true.

Ten minutes later, Sabrina found herself on the roof. She couldn't settle for just standing by the window. Leaning against the chimney, she took a deep breath, allowing herself to release all of her feelings of Peter into the breeze. I'm over him! But then... was I ever really into him? ...Nope.

Downstairs, Puck finished shoveling green chicken into his mouth and drained it with a gulp of milk. "Where's stinkpot?" he asked.

Henry glowered at him from across the table. "Her name's Sabrina, for the last time!"

"Henry..." Veronica said, sighing. "Aren't you used to them calling each other names yet?"

"No."

Daphne rolled her eyes. "She's upstairs, Puck."

He pretended not to care, leisurely taking his dishes to the kitchen and putting them neatly in the sink (earning him shocked expressions from everyone; neatness from Puck was rare). "I'm going outside," he announced, although whether or not they knew where he was didn't matter. It was just a habit. Besides, he'd be inside in a flash; he was going to fly through Sabrina's window and see if the moment was right yet.

But when he soared upward, into the sky, he saw the young woman sitting on the roof, looking angsty. Oh, great, not another Peter fit, he thought murderously. If she wasn't over that jerk yet...

"What do you want?" she asked, spotting him. He shrugged, landing next to her.

"Dunno. What are you doing up here?"

She paused, brushing a strand of silky blonde hair from her face. "...Thinking," she said at last, looking at him from the corner of her eye. My, he was getting handsome.

"Peter?" Puck asked bitterly.

"I'm over him," she said nonchalantly. Her tone suggested that this was a new development. "He's a jerk. An angry, full-of-himself jerk."

Her words lifted Puck's heart to the sky and beyond. "You shouldn't have let him hurt you like that," he told her quietly. She turned to him, startled.

"Since when did you care?" Not that she minded.

Well... if he was going to ruin his reputation anyway, he might as well live it to its fullest. "Since a while now."

Their eyes met, green on blue. "Are you saying that you...?" she paused, blushing scarlet. It couldn't be. Puck couldn't have feelings for her... could he?

"Don't let it get to your head, gasbag," he quoted her in a whisper.

She recognized her own words and bit her lip, staring at him. Sabrina began to realize why she hadn't loved Peter. Maybe it was because she had always, in her own special way, loved Puck. OhmygodohmygodohmygodIthink "I love you," Sabrina said in a breathless rush, looking away in embarrassment. There. She'd said it. She didn't know how long she'd known it, but her affections for Puck had always been there. Always.

Puck, taking advantage of her back to him, pulled out what was totally worth the $1,299.00. "Yo, ugly." She turned to him, and he held up the small velvet box, opening it to reveal a large diamond, set on a simple gold band. "Marry me?"

Whoa. Okay. Sabrina had to calm herself, her eyes set on the gorgeous ring. Marry the stinkpot? The crazy, stinky, smelly, prankster faerie who had for seven years irked her to the point of insanity? She must be out of her mind that she was even considering it!

And yet, wasn't it what she had always wanted? Since their first kiss? Since his cocoon had followed her around? Since she had seen the future? Since every time she looked at him?

"Yes." She answered both of their questions, taking the box from his hands and slipping the ring on without another word. Then they just looked at each other, marveling in the other's perfection.

"Uh, thanks," he finally said, smiling crookedly.

She lunged, tackling him and kissing him full on the lips. They tumbled off of the roof, his pink wings springing from his bag and keeping them aloft as they kissed.

And then the front door opened.

Daphne peeked her head out, followed by the rest of her family. "What the-?"

"Well, it seems we have some explaining to do, honey," Puck said, grinning.

"Ugh, Puck!"

Hope you all liked it! Yeah, the ending is a bit... off. I changed it like five million times. But tell me how you feel by clicking REVIEW! :D