I tried re-reading this story, and it involved much cringing. So I figured if this is going to stay up, it needs some serious revisions.

This takes place two years after Goldilocks came, tried, and failed to resurrect Sabrina and Daphne's parents.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Sister's Grimm

Sabrina POV

My lungs were drowning in acid, my legs were full of splinters, and my feet were completely numb. I didn't know how long I'd been running. I don't think I knew how to stop. I could barely stand it anymore, but a sense of urgency had me going even faster. Had me pumping my legs faster than I even thought possible, pushed beyond their means.

I felt a breeze hit my face and a sob rose in my throat. I stumbled over air, and I tried to will my numb legs to work better, but my body gave out. I crashed to the ground, sliding on my shoulder. I coughed and tasted iron. Before I could even try to get up I was blinded by a bright flash of light in front of me.

I blinked away the dots and saw a glowing figure. All I could make out was her plump figure. "You will become one of us," she said. She reached down towards me and I flinched away, but I couldn't escape her, I was too weak. She touched my forehead and a searing pain wound its way around my body. Branding me as its own.

She withdrew her hand as I writhed on the ground. Her light grew dimmer. "Do not fight it. Do not fight me."

I shot up, gasping for breath, heart pumping, eyes wild around the room. No glowing figure. No pain. I brought a shaking hand to my forehead and tried to calm myself. Only a dream. It was only a dream. I automatically checked to see if Daphne was awake. I felt a twinge of pain when I remembered. She didn't trust me anymore. Looking back on it, I probably could have handled that better. There had to have been a way that wouldn't have betrayed Daphne's trust, but I didn't regret actually taking the kazoo. I regret the method, not the end result. That Lumberjack would have died if I didn't take it.

But it was times like this that I wished the most for Daphne's company. Even if she did nothing but lie there, asleep, her presence was calming. I wished for her snores, but got only silence. I sighed and laid back down. My eyes traced the grains in the wood above me, kind of like counting sheep. Soon, too soon I felt, I could feel my eyelids drifting and my body relaxing.

I heard the creak of wood and forced my eyes open. I gasped and struggled to sit up, my limbs like rubber. There was a strange girl standing in the middle of my room. She saw me struggling and rushed to me.

"Just relax, this will all be much easier if you just relax."

I tried to open my mouth, demand some answers, but I couldn't move. I tried to settle for glaring at her, but my eyelids kept on drooping.

She sighed. "Guess not, huh? Well I can't really force you to do that." She smoothed my hair off my cheeks and away from my face. I had no idea what was going on, and worse, I couldn't even bite her hand.

She had a sad little smile on her face. "I'm sorry that it had to come to this." Her hand touched my forehead, I saw a bright flash of light before being lost in pain.

I don't know if I screamed, moved, what I did. All I was aware of was the pain. It twisted around me, tight like a boa. It sank its teeth into me expelling a torturous venom that set my veins on fire. My bones were being crushed to dust, my organs grinded to powder. My ligaments were snapping off, my tendons crunched by claws.

I don't know how long it lasted, but as cliché as it sounds, it felt like forever. There was no relief until the darkness came. I blissfully sank into it, leaving the pain in the light.

Puck POV

I grumbled as I tossed and turned, searching for sleep. My mind just wouldn't shut down. Well, maybe I could use this opportunity to think of some new pranks. Might as well use it for something useful, eh? Hmm…so many options to choose from. Oh! I could turn off all the water, then throw one of my nastiest glop grenades at Sabrina. That way she won't be able to get it off herself for a while. Plus the expression on her face would be priceless. No one would suspect the water twist was me though, so I probably won't get killed. Or at the very least, she won't try as hard to kill me.

I was going through the ingredients I'd need, when I heard a high-pitched, ear-shattering noise. Someone screaming? Wait, that sounds like Sabrina. In pain. I jumped off my trampoline and flew as fast as I could to her room. It sounded worse up close. I burst through the door. Sabrina's body looked surprisingly relaxed, her arms were slack at her sides, her mouth was partly open. I could even see a little drool coming out of it. She was still screaming.

I rushed over and tried to shake her awake. I tried yelling her name, pinching her, punching her. Nothing worked. I really started to panic then. Suddenly, she stopped screaming. I froze, expecting something more. I was so tense that when Daphne and the old lady came barging in I almost jumped on the bed with her. I shouldn't be surprised, the scream wasn't exactly quiet.

"What happened? Daphne asked at the same time the old lady asked "What did you do Puck?"

I looked at the old lady with disgust, I do pranks, not poison. "Why would you assume that I wanted to hurt her?"

"Well did you?" the old lady asked, trying to instill patience into her voice. Her eyes were creased with worry and her mouth was set at a hard line.

I glowered at her. "No, I only got here a minute ago."

"What could have made Sabrina scream like that? She's never screamed like that before," Daphne said.

"Beats me," I said with a tense shrug.

"Maybe it was just a nightmare," said the old lady, as she wrapped her arms around Daphne.

"That's one hell of a nightmare," I said with a snort, the notion impossible with the memory of her screams still fresh.

We all looked down at her prone body. She didn't seem any different. She seemed relaxed, just as she did when I ran in, just as she did when she was screaming. There was something different about her face though. Maybe she looked more peaceful? Or was that just my imagination? Or maybe it meant that it was over. I felt myself relax as I stared at her and found her unharmed. Looking so peaceful like this she actually looked kind of beau-no, stop right there. I refuse to think that.

"I think that whatever it was is over," the old lady said, jolting me out of my thoughts. Daphne and I nodded in agreement. "There isn't much we can do now, we'd need to find out what it was. Since only one person can shed light on that, we all might as well try to get some more sleep. We can see how Sabrina feels in the morning and go from there," continued the old lady.

"But what if it happens again?" Daphne asked.

"Hopefully it won't, but there's nothing we can really do until she wakes up."

"No magical item?" Daphne asked hopefully.

The old lady sighed. "None that I'm aware of at least."

"Then why don't we just wake her up right now?"

"After that, whatever it was, I think she deserves her sleep."

And with that, she turned on her heel and left. Daphne and I looked at each other, I could see the worry in her eyes.

"I'm gonna stay here for the rest of the night," Daphne said.

I nodded and turned slowly away and walked to the door. I paused by the doorframe and turned back to see Daphne climb into bed with Sabrina, her little body curling up around her. I closed the door softly behind me and went back to my room. My mind felt heavy and blank, like lead. I threw myself onto my trampoline, not even bouncing to the middle. I laid there, sleep threatening, but I beat it back, afraid that Sabrina would scream again, that she would need my help. But it's hard to fight your own body. Eventually, my eyes sank down and sweet oblivion took over my conscious thought.