A/N: Hey, its Octavia! This is a fun little oneshot I came up with at 1:00 in the morning, and went on to write at 1:00 in the morning. I haven't had a chance to ask someone to beta, but I posted it anyway. I happen to suck at past tense writing, so some verbs might be a little janky... Anyway, enjoy!

She pulled her hair in a utilitarian bun. There was no flourish to her, no makeup, no fancy dress. This wasn't a 'fun night on the town with friends', this was a hopeless night she hoped to muffle with a stiff drink. Her eyes snagged on her reflection as she trudged out of her apartment, and she paused to look at herself.

Her blue eyes were ringed with dark smudges, betraying her lack of sleep, and her cheekbones jutted from her face. When did she lose so much weight? She traced a finger down her reflection, staring sadly at her defeated, disheveled state. God, life had gone downhill.

Ripping her gaze from the mirror, she got into her car.

When she arrived at Central Park, she had half a mind to just go back home, but found herself knocking on the statue anyway. She wrinkled her nose as it was assaulted with the sour smell of stale alcohol and vomit.

Sliding into a stool at the bar, she ordered a pint of whiskey, and nursed her drink silently. A couple of wasted guys staggered up to her, bellowing sloppy pick-up lines, but they disappeared as she shot them with a withering glare that unmistakably said to piss off.

She rested her eyes on the television, purely to look as though she was doing something. She could feel Mother Goose's eyes on her, but she really didn't want to muster the energy to socially interact with anyone.

Someone slid into the seat beside her, but she honestly felt too tired to care.A familiar voice groaned an order for a pint of Fae honey mead. Her head snapped up to see a head of blonde curls slumped on the bar.

"Puck?"

"Grimm?"

They stared at each other in astonishment.

Puck let out a dry laugh. "Hey there, Stinky."

Despite her exhaustion, Sabrina felt her lips curl into a smile. "Hi, Freak baby. What are you doing here?"

He snorted, running a tired hand through his hair. "I own this bar, Grimm. I can be here whenever I want. What about you?"

She shook her head, "I have no idea. It's just one of days I guess. What have you been up to?"

Puck tapped the crown resting on his head. "Kingly duties, Grimm. Started a couple homes for homeless Everafters, won some land for Faerie, screwed over Mustardseed a couple times, pranked some ambassadors, gave my mom grey hair. You know, the usual. You?"

Sabrina laughed sadly. "Nothing that exciting. I went to law school- don't make that face- and became a fairytale defence lawyer. I moved to New York two years ago and here I am." She sighed, and he echoed her.

"Not where you thought you would be?" He smirked, and she grimaced at him. "So it seems. I never thought this job would be so boring. Or tedious."

Puck threw back his head to finish the drink and rubbed his eyes. "I feel ya. Being king isn't as fun as you might think. By the way, Marshmallow now sucks."

Sabrina stared at him in astonishment. "Daphne? Really? Is it because she and Mustardseed are dating now? I didn't think they were that bad."

He shook his head and made a face. "Those two redefine the concept of PDA. How about you, any special someone's?" He asked, waggling his eyebrows. Sabrina was suddenly saw him as he had been when she was twelve.

"Hardly. I dated a couple humans, Peter Pan-"

He cut her off. "Really, Ugly? Pan? I thought you had better taste than that. After all you did kiss me two or three times."

He smiled smugly as the blush crept up her neck. She stuck her tongue out at him, and felt a hundred years younger.

"If I makes your ego feel better, he was a jerk. He was like you, but less cu-" She stopped in embarrassment, her mouth shutting with an audible 'clop'. A gleeful grin stretched across Puck's face and Sabrina cursed herself for her slip up.

"I'm sorry, Grimm, did you just say you thought I was cute? And cuter than Peter Pan? Oh this is too good! I knew you wanted me!" Sabrina cringed and buried her face in her arms.

"No comment!" She protested, her voice muffled. He poked her and she peeked up at him.

He was smiling, not a smirk or a cruel smile, just a gentle gesture of affection. She smiled back and sat up again.

"Do you ever regret it?" She asked honestly, propping her chin up on her hand. He did to his best to feign confusion. "Regret what?"

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "You know what I'm talking about. Do you ever regret travelling the world with Uncle Jake instead of...you know, having a relationship with me?" The blush staining her cheeks darkened.

He thought it over. "Yeah. It may be the only thing I've ever regretted. So I'm sorry for that, Sabrina. Really."

She looked at him, a faint smile gracing her lips, her eyes brimming with nostalgia. "Me too Puck."

The clock on the wall struck once, and Sabrina realised how late it was. "I have to get going. But, you know. We should do this again. If you ever want to talk, here's my address."

She slid a piece of paper to him. "Have a good night, Puck."

He grinned at her. "You too, Grimm. By the way, I am so totally coming for you with my chimpanzees." He tucked the slip of paper into his pocket and adjusted the golden circlet on his head.

Sabrina left the bar quickly after that and drove home with a silly smile playing at her lips.

The next morning, Sabrina was woken up with the sound of a doorbell. She grumbled curses and opened the door to see Puck grinning evilly, wearing his old ammunition belt covered with glop grenades and backed up by a squad of chimpanzees.

"This was a mistake." She whispered to herself, but from the twinkle in her eyes and the tension at the corners of her mouth where they wanted to turn up, anyone could see she didn't think so.

That was fun, right? I certainly enjoyed writing it, so please...REVIEW! This is my first work in the Sisters Grimm community and my second work I've ever published, so NO FLAMES PLEASE. Alrighty, love you all! -Tave