Summary: Peter Pan. Puck said he was one of those awful goody-two-shoes. And, while he may be a no-good troublemaker, Puck's never lied. Has he? Well, news flash, he has. And Sabrina is going to find that he lied … for her.

Jealousy

Sabrina's POV

The bed shook as I tossed in my sleep. It wasn't what happened in my dream that made me so uneasy, in fact the dream was really kind of blurry. It was how the dream felt. I wasn't quite sure, because I've never felt it, but the dream would make me swear I was... in love. And then betrayed.

While the feeling of being betrayed was like a fresh wound that would never heal, the feeling of being in love should have felt foreign. But it wasn't foreign at all. It wasn't like it was hard to remember, either. It was like I've been feeling it and not understanding it. Only in my dreams did I really understand it, and when I woke up, I forgot it all again.

On one night in particular though, my dream was reoccurring over and over again. Getting closer and closer and… Something was getting near me. My head shot up and my left hand, on it's own accord, balled into a fist to try to hit the nearest person. It hit a person, all right.

THUNK!

My fist collided with a semi-hard stomach.

"Ah, damn it," whomever I hit, moaned.

My cheeks turned scarlet with fury. My right hand (my left hand hurt) shot up to click on the light to confirm my theory. Indeed I was confirmed. Puck was kneeling on the ground, clutching his stomach. And, of course, a bottle of super glue on the floor not a foot away from him. I quickly jumped up to snatch the bottle of glue.

"Puck! You were going to pull a prank on me… I knew it. Not surprising but…" My lack of sleep these past few nights were catching up to me. I bubbled with anger.

"Why the hell can I not just sleep through a night, huh? I mean between you, my parents, Daphne, my night…" I trailed off, realizing I was saying too much for both Puck and me.

Puck narrowed his eyes. He was so serious; that I thought the world was going to end.

"Finish. That. Sentence."

Many things had been changed about me in these past four years after the war, but my stubbornness stuck to me like Puck stuck to pranks.

I snarled, "Make me."

I really did expect Puck to explode on me. It wasn't quite intentional really, but I did expect it. Even with odds against it, there was no melt down to come.

Puck bit his lip, trying to keep up his arrogant demeanor. It didn't matter even with the emotion so blocked; I could still see that worry was pouring through him.

Nothing showed what he felt like on the inside, because his outside was resting against my bedroom wall in a casual way. Puck looked as if he was thinking, something he did more often these days.

That made me remember the first time I really noticed a change in Puck. When I grew older, Puck began to talk to me less, like something bad would happen if he did. He still stuck to his pranks and 'I hate you' living rules. Truth be told, even this was a big argument. I hadn't thought of this before, but, if I looked back, I think I would conclude that I missed these fights.

I looked back up at Puck to see if he would say something or if he expected me to be scared out of it by his stare. He wasn't there anymore. I guessed he just gave up and left. He was doing that a lot, too lately.

Then someone grabbed me from behind and shook me. Out of reflex, I elbowed my pursuer in the gut. I turned around.

"Geez, I'm surprised dinner's stayed down."

I wasn't really sympathetic, though. Puck should have known not to scare me by now. Okay, so maybe I was a little sympathetic.

Puck smirked.

"Let's fight. If you win, I leave you alone. If I win, you finish your sentence."

A small smile crept onto my face.

"It's on."

Puck muttered something under his breath, and, the next thing I knew, I was being pushed towards the wall. I struggled to get out of Puck's grip, but he was stronger than he was when we'd had our last hands-on fight (we were thirteen). I hated to do this, but I had to use my height to my advantage.

When he does talk to me, Puck picks on me for my size. While he was 5'11" and still growing, I was 5'1" and not growing anymore. I was, to my dismay, considered, ugh, petite.

Anyways, I used our six inch difference in height to slip under Puck's hands and jump onto his back from behind.

Puck grabbed me from his back and pushed me onto the wall again, this time holding my wrists. I pulled in a hopefully inaudible gasp at the tightness of his hands around my wrists. They were nearly crushing my bones. I didn't let anyone know this, but I my wrists were very fragile, like my Achilles heal.

I looked up at Puck's face to be able to tell whether or not he expected me to give in. Based by his normal devilish smirk, I could say he did. I gave a smirk of my own. I pulled in my legs and gave Puck's already weak stomach a nice good kick.

Puck doubled over, and I used that moment to kick where 'the suns don't shine'. Puck put his head down. It took me awhile to figure out he was laughing. I didn't get it at first, but then I realized; we hadn't done something like this in so long.

I looked up.

"Give in, Dog Breath?"

Puck tried to hide a small smile.

"Yes… But I'm not leaving."

I wasn't as mad I would have been some other time, but that didn't stop me from using the back of my hand to whack his head.

Then I felt someone creep up from the window.

"Still not keeping your promises, lad? Such a shame."

I turned around to find a green wearing red-haired boy. He didn't have any wings, just something that looked a little like the powder Daphne used to wear. I looked over at Puck to confirm what I'd suspected.

Just as I thought, Puck was as green as the boys clothes (and his own hoodie).

This was the infamous Peter Pan.

A/N: Okay, this is a hello to you guys. There are so many new things in the Sisters Grimm category I decided to give this a shot. A few things I'd like to say before this A/N ends.

One, these characters are a little (or a lot, it's really a matter of persepective) OOC.

Two, I do not really know why, but (if you didn't get from the "lad" clue) I made Peter Pan Irish. This isn't supposed to be an offence to anyone else Irish.

Three, no, there will be no twist ending. Peter Pan's the bad guy. I don't want there to be a part where you're iffy (because there will be times where you are iffy)

Four, no matter how this seems, there will be NO SEXUAL INTERCOURSE OR M RATED SEXUAL THOUGHTS!

Five, there will still be plenty of Puckabrina.

Six, I am almost done with another song for Grimm Town. Expect a soon update.

Seven, review please.

Love,

Sammie

P.S The story part of this chapter was 1000 words. Yay! (Alright, not super long, but, gosh, it felt like it…)

P.P.S I'm telling you to review again. :D