Chapter One

Sabrina sighed, and stretched out her legs, enjoying the heat of the sun. Central Park was bustling around her, and she reluctantly opened her eyes, searching for her younger siblings, Daphne and Basil, with their new dog, Biscuit (The name? Totally Basil's idea.)

It was September, and the leaves were beginning to change, the air changing from humid and hot to crisp and cool. School had started three weeks ago, and already Sabrina knew she would hate Chemistry. New York was, as always, home to her.

"'Brina!" A shout, Daphne's, called Sabrina out of her musings, and she rose, tucking her history book under one arm as she walked towards her little sister.

"Look, he can sit!" Daphne practically bounced.

"Most dogs can." Sabrina blew her bangs out of her face, huffing in amusement.

"No, I mean on command. Look!" Daphne beamed, and proceeded to order the puppy to sit. He remained standing, tongue lolling out at her. Basil laughed.

"Well, he did." The twelve year old frowned.

"I'm sure he did." Sabrina agreed, winking at Basil. He giggled. "Come on. It's time to go home." She herded the dog and two kids together, insuring they had their coats before beginning the walk home. As they left the park, a shaggy haired, blonde boy (he was cute, part of Sabrina's brain whispered to her) stared at them. She smiled and waved. The smile fell as the boy turned on his heel and stalked away.

"He's rude." Basil proceeded to stick his tongue out at the retreating back.

"Mmhmm." Sabrina hummed, shuffling him forwards, towards home.

~Sisters Grimm~

"How was your day?" Veronica turned her attention to her elder daughter. Supper was long gone, the dishes sitting empty on the table as Basil mashed the rest of his peas.

"It was fine. Mr. Drunsker gave us a thousand word report for history. It's due in two weeks."

"Two weeks?" Henry looked up from his meatloaf, surprise written across his face.

"Yeah. It'll be easy." Sabrina nodded. She shoved the memory of the strange boy far into the corner of her mind, resolved to forget about him and his weird gaze.

~Sisters Grimm~

Unfortunately, forgetting the boy was harder than Sabrina thought it would be. He was in the park the next day, when Biscuit was out for his walk. But this time, he didn't just glance at the Grimm siblings. His eyes followed them the entire time, even after Sabrina glared, a clear note that she had found him out.

He was there the next day, too, but this time, he at least pretended to have something to do, a tablet gripped in his hands. He seemed to be reading between his staring spells. She wondered how he would take it if she walked up to him and asked him why he thought he was being sneaky. He was terrible at it, and she ached to tell him so.

But she didn't.

~Sisters Grimm~

"Mom? Dad?" Sabrina swung her backpack off her shoulder, letting it thunk against the kitchen table. There was no response, which was odd.

They were usually home by now, Sabrina thought, a frown crossing her face. She plucked an apple from the fruit bowl on the table, and pulled her Trigonometry book from her bag, opening it to the most recent lesson.

A knock sounded at the door. Sabrina sat the apple down, shut her book, and stood to get the door.

The knocking grew to pounding. "Coming!" Sabrina shouted, but the pounding didn't cease until she wrenched the door open. A fist stopped, just inches from her face.

She blinked at the hand's owner, then scowled. It was the boy from the park.

He ignored her glare, practically pushing past her into the apartment. "Where are your parents?" He asked, looking around wildly.

"Who's asking?" Sabrina crossed her arms.

"Puck, Crown Prince of Faerie." The boy was still distracted, poking under the table as if he expected two fully grown adults to be curled up there. Which he might have. Sabrina didn't know him.

"I'm sorry, what?" She snorted, wondering if the kid was on drugs. He might be. It wasn't hard to get drugs in New York.

"You heard me." And now the boy, 'Puck', was rooting through the cupboards, dropping pots and pans, salt and cinnamon to the floor in his mad search.

"Look... Puck," Sabrina paused as the boy began to open doors to different rooms. "I have no clue who you are, and I think you should go."

"I told you, I'm Puck, Crown Prince-"

"-Of Faerie. Yeah, you told me." Sabrina paused, taking a breath. "Okay, um... Who are looking for?"

"Veronica and Henry Grimm. They are your parents, aren't they?" He had stopped his search, and was now looking at her with wide eyes, hands jammed into the front pocket of his green hoodie.

"Yeah, but why are you looking for them?" Sabrina was wary now, eyeing the keychain taser by her backpack.

"Because neither of the showed up for work today." Puck responded grimly. "And you weren't in the park at three thirty. Neither were your brother and sister, or the dog."

"What do you mean 'didn't show up for work'? My parents work at a law form. And Daphne and Basil are at school for another hour. There's a school play they want to be in."

"No. They weren't at lunch." Puck explained. "And your parents work for Faerie."

Sabrina blinked at him. "Okay, Puck, time for you to go." She edged towards the table, and the taser. He seemed to know where she was going, and reached over to pluck the taser from the table, tucking it into his pocket.

"You don't know?" He asked, genuine surprise coloring his voice.

"Know what? That you're crazy?" Sabrina was edging again, this time towards the door. "That you've been watching my little brother and sister like a creep?"

"It wasn't just them."

"I know that. God, could you be any more obvious? You've been watching me for weeks!"

"And it never crossed your mind why?" Puck blinked at her. "Veronica asked me to."

"Yeah, and I'm the tooth fairy."

"No you're not. The tooth fairy has red hair and a southern accent. Her name's Natasha."

"I have no idea what you've been breathing, but it's really time for you to go." Sabrina opened the door.

"No." Puck crossed his arms, stubbornness radiating from every pore. "You can't be here alone. Veronica said-"

"Said what? That you're the Crown Prince?"

"Shut up!" Puck exploded, effectively silencing Sabrina. He took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose before exhaling in a great whoof. "Look, it's four o'clock. Where is the dog? Daphne and Basil? Your parents?"

Sabrina shifted uneasily. "I'm sure they're-"

"No, you're not. You have no idea. You don't know who I am, what your parents do, and I'm your best chance."

"Prove it." Sabrina crossed her arms.

"How?" Puck seemed relieved that she was at least listening, and willing to believe him. If he could provide evidence.

"Take me to Faerie."

~Sisters Grimm~

Yeah, yeah. I know. Why are you starting a new story? You haven't finished your other ones yet! Yeah. I get it.

But this was too good to resist. It actually hit me at work, while I was bored out of my mind, looking for some book. What if Veronica and Henry hadn't been captured until later? What if Sabrina was a teenager? How would that affect her personality? Who would she be?

So you are probably at some point going to think that Sabrina is OOC. Just remember that her childhood was entirely different from canon.

Anyway, I just missed Sabrina and Puck. I love Daphne, but Puck and Sabrina? After writing The College Experience, they kinda became my characters. I needed more of them.

So, reviews are beyond welcome! They encourage me to write harder and faster. I might even complete this story. I need to finish my outline first, though.

'Til next time!

-The Irish Lass