A/N: Yes, I know, I should really finish my other two stories...and I really ought to stop flitting around from book to manga to book to manga...but that's just the way I am. Deal.

And...I dunno. I feel like there are sooo many Puck and Sabrina fanfics out there, but all of them take place either during the series or after it! It just... WHY HASN'T ANYBODY DONE A FANFIC OF THEM MEETING DIFFERENTLY? (Actually, there might be a fanfic out there like that, but I wouldn't know. I only browsed through pages 8 1/2 to 11 of completed PuckxSabrina fanfics before getting irritated and motivated.)

So...here's the thing I randomly came up with in the middle of my frustration and homework. Enjoy, peeps!

And how could I forget: I don't own it. I am not male. I have more estrogen than testosterone in my body. The Sisters Grimm was written by a testosterone-filled person. Therefore, I could not have written it.

And that is going to be the only disclaimer for this entire series. I hate writing disclaimers!

It was another ordinary day at school for the eleven-year-old Sabrina Grimm.

She woke up at 7:30 AM, went downstairs at 7:45, ate slightly burnt toast and scrambled eggs with her parents and little sister, Daphne, picked up her lunch and walked out the door with Daphne at 7:55, and climbed aboard her bus at 8:00 on the dot. Just like always.

As always, her bus arrived at school late, and she was forced to get a late slip for both herself and her sister, and then she went up to class, where she argued with the teacher about whether or not she should be given detention for being late (as usual, the threat of a black eye turned the argument in her favour), and then glowered at all her mean-as-lions-but-twenty-times-as-weak classmates. She forced herself through all her classes, got yelled at when she didn't hand in her homework, and groaned with the rest of the class when the teacher gave them a pop quiz.

She ate lunch with her two friends - both of whom seemed more interested in their lunches than her - and eventually went over to sit with her sister for the remainder of the lunch period.

She threw dodge balls with all her might during gym class, and got sent to the principal's office when a boy tackled her for getting him out of the game.

At the end of the day, she boarded the bus with her sister as they recounted each other's day to each other.

When she got home, she went upstairs to do her homework, then begged her father to let her read a few fairy tales (which, of course, he declined).

They ate dinner as a family, and Sabrina went upstairs to sleep. Just like any other day.

Except that, come midnight, suddenly it wasn't just like any other day any more.

-0-

"Stupid Bryan," Sabrina muttered as she tried to find a position that wouldn't send needles of pain through her bruised - and possibly fractured - arm. "It was his own fault for getting himself out. He didn't have to take it out on me."

There was a knock on her window and she suddenly froze.

"Hello! Anybody in?"

She shook her head. "Did I just imagine somebody talking outside my window?" she muttered. "I must be going crazy."

The knocking grew louder and more insistent. "Hello!" Whoever it was, they were pissing the heck out of Sabrina. And a pissed-off Sabrina Grimm is not something that anybody wants to face.

"Open up! Hey! Yoo-hoo! Open up!"

That does it, Sabrina thought furiously. I have been lying down in bed for three hours, trying to get to sleep, and some - some freak suddenly chooses to start knocking in my window! He. Is. Going. DOWN.

She threw off her blankets and stormed over to the window. She pulled open the curtains and pulled the window's glass pane just as the person outside was about to knock again. When his fist met no resistance, he tumbled into the room and onto Sabrina.

"Whoa," the boy said as he shook himself out. "That was awesome."

Sabrina stared at the boy and fought the urge to pinch her nose. He had messy blond hair that looked like it had never been washed in his lifetime, bright green eyes that were currently in the process of staring around the room, a green hoodie that was coated with mud, twigs, and God knew what else, and baggy jeans that looked as though they'd been dragged on the ground on a rainy day. The boy reeked. But when Sabrina finally noticed the enormous, pink insect wings that were rising out of his back, she finally lost it and screamed.

"Agh! Help! Mom! Dad! Daphne! There's a CREEP in my room!"

Her mother and father, as well as a very groggy Daphne, came into her room seconds later.

"Who's this creep that came into your room?" Sabrina's mother, Veronica, asked tensely. She held a baseball bat as though preparing to knock someone's head off with it.

"Veronica." Sabrina's father, Henry, stared down at the boy who was still on top of Sabrina. "That's..."

"Oh, my God!" Daphne shrieked, suddenly wide-awake. She rushed forward and screamed in excitement again. "His wings are real!"

The boy snorted and sat up. "Of course they're real," he said. "Or did you expect them to be made out of leaves?"

Sabrina had had enough. "Get off me!" she yelled. She drew back her fist and punched the boy square in the jaw. He flew onto her dresser.

"Sabrina!" Veronica put down her baseball bat and helped Sabrina to stand up. "Are you okay?"

"You foolish mortal!" the boy shouted. He stood up and touched his swelling cheek, wincing as his fingers hit something sensitive. "How dare you injure the Trickster King!"

Everyone stared. Even Veronica and Henry.

"Uh...who are you?" Daphne asked, puzzled.

"I've never heard of a Trickster King," Veronica murmured. She turned to Henry. "Have you?"

He shook his head in bewilderment.

"You've never heard of me?" the boy demanded. "The Trickster King? Robin Goodfellow? The Prince of the Fairies? The Imp?"

The family shook their heads after each name.

Finally, out of desperation, he exclaimed, "Have you ever heard of Puck?"

"Puck?" Daphne asked, still confused. Suddenly, her face lit up. "I know! Are you Peter Pan?"

Puck exploded.

"I am not the same as that good-for-nothing, 'I don't want to grow up' good-for-nothing Everafter Peter Pan!" he shouted. His face was so red that Sabrina briefly wondered whether or not Puck would spontaneously combust. "I am the Trickster King, Puck! Writers worldwide have written stories warning of my terrible deeds! Shakespeare even featured me as his greatest play's star!"

"There was a Puck in Romeo and Juliet?" Sabrina wondered.

Puck's face reddened and reddened and reddened. "Not Romeo and Juliet!" he snarled. "A Midsummer's Night Dream!"

"Never read that," Sabrina replied. "Now, who the hell are you and what are you doing here?"

Puck snapped. "Okay. That is it," he snarled. "No mortal is going to make fun of the Trickster King like that, Grimm or not!" He pulled a wooden flute out of nowhere and played a few short notes on it. Instantly, little lightning bugs appeared in the air and began stinging Sabrina mercilessly.

"Ow! Ouch!"

"Oh!" Veronica suddenly cried in recognition. "You're Puck from A Midsummer's Night Dream!"

Puck moaned. "Didn't I already say that?" he demanded. "I said that, didn't I?" A few of the lightning bugs - although Sabrina was learning that they were not lightning bugs, but something much more vicious than that - tittered as though in agreement.

"Puck, Peter Pan, whatever!" Sabrina cried as she batted away at a few bugs. They avoided her hand, then just went back to stinging her relentlessly. "Get these bugs off me or you are going to regret it!"

"I am not Peter Pan!" Puck shouted. "I am Puck, the Trickster King! My exploits are known world wide! The Queen of England has bowed at my feet!"

"You - probably don't even - know who the Queen of England is, punk!" Sabrina growled as she kept swatting at the bugs.

"You're Titania and Oberon's eldest son, aren't you?"

All the insects froze in midair and seemed to turn towards Veronica Grimm. The Trickster King also paused and turned to face her.

"You've met my parents?" he asked, amazed.

Henry also turned to his wife. "You're friends with the fairies?" he asked, horrified.

Daphne also put in her two cents' worth. "Mom's friends with fairies?" she shouted, wide-eyed.

During the long pause, Sabrina seized hold of the opportunity to drive her fist into the so-called fairy's gut. He promptly doubled over and began wheezing for air.

"Sabrina!" Veronica scolded. "What was that for?"

"No, I agree with Sabrina's plan of action," Henry said, and then promptly kicked Puck in the shins.

"Ouch! How dare you, you little mortals! I could squash you with a single blow! Minions, attack!"

"Don't hurt my sister again!" Daphne protested as the pixies began to full-out sting Sabrina and her father. "That's not very nice, Puh - Puh - Pug!"

Puck yelled, "My name is Puck!"

A split-second later, he collapsed, eyes rolling up in the back of his head. Behind him stood Henry, armed with Veronica's baseball bat.

"I don't know about you guys," he commented, "but I was getting really sick of that kid."

A/N: Yeeeaaah. Now I know why no one's written a fanfic like this: IT'S SO GODDAMN FREAKING IMPOSSIBLE.

I am wracking my brain for any idea of what I could include next in my story.

Please. If you are reading this, submit an idea for what could happen next. I don't care if you're a three-year-old baby boy with one tooth or a five-hundred-pound gorilla who's being given an IQ test. I COMMAND YOU TO REVIEW.

Oh, yeah - any tips on what genres and characters I should put in for this story? Because I flat-out suck at that kind of stuff.