*Disclaimer:* I do not own the Sisters Grimm. They are the lovely outcomes of the mind of Michael Buckley.

Sabrina had just woken up. Her heart was pounding in her chest, or at least it would have been if it was still beating.

She felt a cold breeze engulf her, and could not seem to stop the chill that was shaking her bones.

Where am I? She thought to herself. She looked at her surroundings. Velvet, velvet, and- Oh look! Velvet. She seemed to be in a box of some sort. Or coffin if you might say.

She blinked. Coffin? In the course of seconds, vivid and temporarily forgotten memories flooded her brain. And her intangible head was pulsing.

Your dead. You're really dead. She could barely think anything, let alone speak. So she made a daring decision and looked down at her body. Oh good, apparently i still have my uh- 'physical form' lets call it. But as she raised her pale hand to wipe nonexistent sweat from her forehead, she realized how wrong her thoughts were.

A phantom hand had raised out of the lifeless body. Sabrina jumped up in surprise, and her ghost limbs shot to the sides of her coffin. Nothing happened.

Good gods, don't tell me I'm stuck in this damned box forever. She was upset and scared, and so she started using little curse words to release her emotions. She began to bang on the soft padding and was shocked, yet relieved when her hand went through after applying enough force.

"YES!" she shouted in triumph, but her voice carried like a wind to the ears of living. Only those specters nearby could hear her words of success.

She began to kick harder and harder, and then gradually she rose up through the occupied spaces of the ground. She looked around and stood stiff as a board. In her field of vision she saw 6 other dead characters. She never knew how much lifeless life existed in graveyards. I'm in a grave yard, right? She wondered.

"Yup, this definitely is a graveyard. I read it on the sign." A male voice suddenly spoke silently. It came from her left, and she turned to look at the owner.

"Did i say that out loud?" She asked in a feeble voice. She was new here, and she was aware that she shouldn't be embarrassed of questioning her location, but the young man stood tall and handsome. He had a mess of curly blonde hair on his head, and his eyes were two vibrant emeralds. His voice was familiar, somehow. He had muscle on him, and just the right amount, too. He wore a green, hooded jacket, a pair of tattered jeans, and a pair of mud-caked converse. Sabrina looked down at herself. Currently she wore a dark blue sweatshirt, some jeans, and her own pair of old, ripping converse.

"Yea" She looked at the man's side. There in the glory of the past and present, was a wooden sword, positioned into a belt.

"Puck?" She asked incredulous.

"What- Wait how do you-" He stopped mid-sentence and realization and recognition flashed in his eyes.

"Sabrina?" She looked at him for a second of reassurance and then barreled into his chest for a hug, but backed away quickly when she noticed her doing. She proceeded in smashing her fist into his gut.

"How could you do that? You had me worried sick... and nobody even told me about you."

"What are you talking about? I was horrified that I wouldn't see anyone I knew again, but then I remembered my death notes and how I asked to be buried in Ferryport. I thought things would go well when we met in the afterlife, I didn't expect to get my last lunch punched out of me."

"Hold on a second... You stopped sending me letters because you- uh- you know, died?"

"Yea, what'd you think Grimm? That I would leave the Damsel in Distress forever?"

"Oh shut up." She joked, and slapped his misty arm.

"What's your story, anyway?" He asked curiously.

She explained to him what happened to her and how sickness and pain both dragged her away into the 'Life of the Dead' as she called it.

"How 'bout you?" She started.

"Oh, well i don't really want to share my story. Not as freely as you at least."

"C'mon, don't turn this into one of those annoying 'one-sided' conversations, where I have to go on and on about myself and you pretend to listen."

"Fine, Ms. Nosy."

"At your signal, Professor Lade E. Leggs"

"Fart breath"

"Ogre face"

"Troll skin"

"Trash head"

"Door hinge"

"Sn- Door hinge? Where'd you get that one from?" Sabrina wondered aloud.

"Learned the word a couple days ago" He spoke the words too quickly to understand.

"What?"

"DISTRACTION!" He shouted, and hooked his arm around her waist, flying her off to a secluded place at The Graveyard.

*Please ignore this, it is simply a break in the page for a new scene/setting in the story*

"What're we here for?" Sabrina spoke first.

"God Grimm, you ever heard of speaking in direct sentences? I swear... Every time you speak it's a question."

"Well sorry, but unlike you, I'm new here."

"Yea, yea, do you wanna hear my story or not?"

"Spill." And after that she shut her mouth.

Puck started off with his final adventure. How he traveled into the far lands to find the Kingdom of Riyodawn where he overthrew the throne and government. He spread anarchy quickly, village after village, city after city, whatever you wanted to call them. But little did he know that the 'Enforcers of Riyodawn' (EOR) were rebuilding the scattered army. Riyodawn held multiple warriors. They made up most of the population. It was a Kingdom made for warriors, heroes, assassins, you name it. Those who had or wanted special skills went there, and Puck had the audacity to try to overrun the place. He didn't expect success, it was done on a whim and a desire for excitement. Business had been slow recently and he wanted to change things up. But something that caught him completely off guard, were the amount of fighters the EOR had recruited. Those fighters fought until death. But Puck was a one-man army and wasn't able to fight off too many before one got a good hit at his wings. The sword of the warrior was slowly becoming even more silver as it was covered in faerie blood. Puck plummeted to the ground with a loud 'thump' and with the worst of luck, his wings were beneath his writhing body. Another soldier then stabbed his stomach, forcefully dragging the sword up to his chin with confidence. Puck was basically a goner by then and they tossed his body into the Hudson with a festival afterwards. Luckily the Grimm's had found him, and they knew of his wishes. So they deposited the body in a coffin similar to Sabrina's and buried him at The Graveyard before her death, or recognition of her disease. All the other Grimm's had promised to not expose Puck's death to her, or she would finally go off the deep end and lose it.

He ended his story and looked at Sabrina while her jaw hung open.

"You see Grimm, you died weak and sick, and I died in a treachorous battle for a hidden kingdom." He grinned arrogantly.

She clamped her jaws shut and punched his arm. Hard.

"That's gonna bruise in the morning" He scolded half-heartedly.

"If your blood was still circulating, Skunk bag"

"Oh, really funny, Dog face."

Sabrina was seriously not enjoying this. She wished she hadn't even asked Puck about his story. It wasn't that she hated it. It seemed pretty courageous. But she hated her ending. It was a weak, and stupid battle against an incurable disease. Why couldn't she had been daring? Exciting? She hated herself for such a show of helplessness.

Puck noticed something was wrong when Sabrina wouldn't answer back with another insult.

"What's wrong?" He asked her. He needed to fix it now, he couldn't spend the rest of forever with Sabrina sulking.

"I just remembered that now, you have forever to prank me." She tried to wave it off, but he caught her in the act.

"Not that you shouldn't watch your back, but still. Seriously." He demanded.

She sighed.

"Well, you reminded me of how inevitable I made my death. I didn't do anything. I was weak and helpless and I hate it. I hate myself. Why did I let that be my ending?"

"Sabrina, that wasn't your ending. You're still living. You're living the life of the dead. You don't have to worry about dying. This is basically the new beginning. The one that won't end. And this time, I can assure you that you aren't going down without a fight. In fact, you won't go down at all. You're going to learn how fun it can be to be dead. C'mon" He beckoned.

And hesitantly she took his hand, unprepared for the adventures lying before her in her afterlife.

A/N: I was wondering. You know how when you live you're living? Does that mean when you die or when you're dead you're dying?