Chapter 1: It's Not Crashing A Wedding If You're Not Supposed To Marry Them

Hi! I am TheCompanionCube and welcome to the first chapter of my first story! Yay! Anyway this is about what happens in the newest sisters Grimm book The Counsel of Mirrors, but the second epilogue never happened. And I'm sorry but the first part is pretty lengthy because it had to make sense so I could actually start on the story. So long story short I had to use a chunk of the epilogue sorry. The epilogue part is in italics. Oh and this is sorta just a prologue I guess. I'll start the long chapters and continue this if I get enough reviews. Hope you like it! And P.S. Flames are welcome, bring on the flames. It just makes me a better writer.

COPYWRITE: I own nothing. Not the characters. Not the part in italics. Not the Sisters Grimm. Micheal Buckley owns all that, and I'm not him sadly. The only thing I do own are the ideas after the epilogue so without further adieu, here it is.

The minister smiled. "Very good. It is also customary to ask those gathered if anyone can give cause or reason that this union should not take place. If anyone objects, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Sabrina cringed and looked out to the crowd once more. But no one rose. No one spoke. No one threw an egg. He was not there. He was not going to ruin her wedding. So why was she… disappointed?

"Very well," the minister said. "I believe the bride and groom have written some vows they would like to share with one-"

His voice was drowned out by wings flapping like thunder above the crowd. Everyone craned his or her neck to see what the commotion was, but Sabrina didn't have to look-she knew. When Bradley's side of the church gasped and screamed and rose from their seats, she sighed. When Henry and Veronica scowled, and Daphne bit down on the palm of her hand, Sabrina did not have to look up.

"It's-it's an angel," the minister said, falling back in shock.

"Hardly," Sabrina muttered.

And then "the Angel" was floating down before her, the light from the stained-glass window silhouetting him in color. He was a man. No longer a boy. And he was beautiful.

"Hello, Stinky," he said with a wink that infuriated Sabina, but not enough to stop her from grinning.

(A/N: Sorry again for the length but anyway here is where my writing begins.)

"You son of a bitch," she said, continuing to smile wide, "you actually did it. You came like I dreaded you would, and crashed my wedding."

The man waggled his finger at her as he landed in the middle of the aisle way. "Ah-ah-ah," he began, walking slowly down the long walkway, "Not crashing even though it would be fitting for I, the trickster king, to do so."

Sabrina raised a questioning eyebrow at him and placed her hands on her hips, "Oh really? Then to what do I owe the late arrival of the trickster king to my wedding."

He stopped at the foot of the platform on which Sabrina and her very confused and bewildered fiancé Bradley were standing. "Well as much as I want to say it's because I want to wish you well in your impending nuptials-"

"Do you even know what nuptials means?" She asked chuckling.

He laughed. "Yes I do Stinkface, now let me finish. As I was saying, as much as I wish that was why I'm here, it's not. I'm here to remind you of something Grimm. Some thing we both learned on our trip through time… our future. You don't marry this skinny, blue-eyed, normal guy. You marry me, so what in the name of the trickster king are you doing walking down the aisle to this unadventurous buffoon."

Sabrina stared at him, and that moment Bradley spoke. "Wait a minute, what? Brina who is this guy? I know he's an everafter, but who is he Peter Pan? I thought he wore tights?"

"What did you just say?" The Blond man turned and looked Bradley in the eye. "Peter Pan? Peter Pan? Do I look like a 10 year old boy in green tights, who flies around with other little boys on an enchanted pirate ship!"

"Umm?" Bradley began.

"NO! I'm not! I'm not Peter Pan! I am the trickster king, Lord of the pixies!" When Bradley still looked confused, he stomped his foot on the ground just like he did when Sabrina mistook him for Peter when they had first met. "Have you ever read Shakespeare? A Midsummer Night's Dream maybe!"

Bradley looked even more confused causing the man to look like he was about to strangle him. "Really Sabrina? This guy! He's never even read A Midsummer Night's Dream! That's it!" He took Sabrina by the hand and glared at Bradley with his piercing green eyes. "I am known to some as Robin Goodfellow… but I prefer my other name… Puck!" With those words he lept into the air holding Sabrina bridal style, and flew back up the aisle.

As they flew through the doors Sabrina could have sworn she heard Henry shout, "God damn it Puck! Do you know how much money this wedding cost us! Get back here so I can kick your skinny blond fairy ass!"

Puck just laughed and flew up high into the sky.

"So, Grimm," he said as they flew through the air, "what do you wanna do now?"

Sabrina stared at him for a moment then smiled. "I don't know Goodfellow. I'm fine with anywhere." Sabrina closed her eyes and nestled her head in his chest. She didn't know why but she didn't care that she wasn't with Brad anymore… and for some reason she was ok she was with Puck instead. And even weirder still was the fact that she couldn't wait till they landed and could finally start whatever this was that they had.

Yay! I finished it and it uploaded! Finally! This thing has been ticking me off! first it wouldn't upload then it uploads and it wont let me edit it because of something with the site! I nearly hit someone i was so angry. Finally its over though here it is! i will post the next chapter soon i just need to type it yes im that awsome i already have the next chapter written. ok ttyl. 3