What you should know before you begin reading:

Puck and Sabrina are both twenty. I'm not sure at this point how much I'll feature the others so maybe I'll tell you more about them later. I've been planning this story for at least a year now; there are still some kinks here and there, but I'll get through them.

The war has been done with for years now. Mirror was killed while some of his followers escaped. Henry was assassinated by a mysterious Everafter rumored to have been Mirror's second hand man. Well that's all for now. Here is the story.

Warnings- Not epilogue compliant, some bad language, later mentions of mature content.

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of the Sisters Grimm Series or the characters featured there, only in my imagination which doesn't count for much in the physical world.

Chapter 1: Leaving

Puck paced his room- the non-magical one he'd moved into after the Grimm house was rebuilt. Slightly panicked, he jammed his hand the pocket of his rented suit. Good! The ring is still here. He'd been planning this evening since he'd met her. The whole night would be perfect, and then he'd propose to her.

Sometimes Puck didn't understand why girls had to have everything so mushy and romantic. He blamed it all on those stupid chick flicks the girls these days were crazy about. Daphne loved the ewy-gooey fluffy movies, but Sabrina held them in as much contempt as he did. Personally, they made him sick. They were nowhere near realistic, with handsome men and drop dead gorgeous chicks falling in love with each other. Maybe that was one reason he and Sabrina got along so well.

Puck jumped as the door opened, startled out of his contemplation.

Sabrina poked her head in the door and complained, "Puck! It's time to go. I don't want to be late-"

It was now or never, so he pulled out the little velvet box and showed her the ring. "Just...look at this! What do you think?" He'd wanted to tell his best friend about the proposal sooner but he just couldn't.

For a second she stood with her moth hanging open, then... "What the hell is this?"

"Um...a ring," he drew out the words sarcastically, "Gosh 'Brina sometimes you can be a bit of a blond."

She ignored his immature insult, as she had done for the past six years, and backed away from him dazedly. "Are you ...are you planning on proposing to Wendy? Of course you are," she answered her own question, " Where did this stupid idea come from?"

"What's wrong with my plan?" Puck asked indignantly, "Wendy is smart, and adventuress, and funny, and gorgeous and...and..."

…and a ditz, and a…well something that rhymes with ditz, and totally wrong for you! But Sabrina didn't say that, because she really couldn't, could she? "Well isn't that a bit rushed? Seriously, I mean you've only been dating for like a month!"

Sabrina truly didn't understand why he was going to actually propose to Wendy. She didn't think he really loved Wendy Darling, and she knew it couldn't be just to make her jealous, obviously. Sabrina and Puck had tried the whole 'I love you!' dating thing a couple of months ago, and it hadn't worked out well for them. They were much better off as best friends. But she'd been almost sure that Wendy and Puck had just been dating for fun.

For a moment she had regrets. Maybe if... But no, her options were out now, and he didn't care for her anymore.

"I've known her for at least two hundred years- , known of her, "Puck sulked, "but I loved her from the moment I met her!"

"Right, because of course the 'Trickster King' fell for the whole love at first sight con." Sabrina's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Yes... No... I mean... I do love her. Really I do!" His eyes met only her look of complete skepticism, so he tried again, "I think I can know who I love and don't," Puck tried to reassure her.

Except, the fact he might actually be in love with Wendy was the fact Sabrina was most worried about.

Puck's eyes widened in a moment of realization. "Wait, are you sure that you're not just jealous? We all know you can't keep your hands off of me, Grimm!"

She just gave him "The Look". They'd broken up only a month and a half ago under a mutual understanding of just friendship. They decided that all that repressed sexual attraction everyone claimed was running rampant was no longer there. "Puck, what even makes you think that you could support a family?"

He looked offended but tried to cover it up with another burst of cockiness, "Well I've been saving your sorry butt for the last eight years! Taking care of Wendy will be easy compared to keeping you alive."

These words actually stung. No-His remark more than stung, it stabbed. Sabrina Grimm, the girl who had kept her and her sister safe through years of abusive foster homes, did the only thing she knew would hurt him back. "No, Puck for the last eight years you've just been prancing around with your little wooden sword while we fended for ourselves. News flash, Puck, you just make everything worse and we're left cleaning up your mess! You, you can't even take care of yourself."

The moment she spit the words out, Sabrina wished she could simply rewind the entire conversation, but she didn't have any genie's magic lamp anymore, did she?

Puck was shocked and hurt. He swallowed, "Says the twenty year old girl who still lives with her grandmother. If anyone can't take care of themselves her, it's you."

Puck saw only a flash of pain. So short that it might not have been there, except of course, that it was.

There was a pause before Sabrina finally let out in shakily controlled tones, "Look, Wendy is a perfectly nice girl, I just think your motives might be skewed. Marrying Peter Pan's old flame, I mean really?" she gave a tired sigh, "I have to go. My train leaves in half an hour. I just wanted to say goodbye. Love you!" she called as she backed out of the door.

She left.

Sabrina had been planning her trip to NYC for police training for a while now. After finishing her online college degree, she wanted to get a job at the Ferryport Landing Police station. Also the official training would help with the family detective business. She would stay with a friend in the city for the duration of her six month schooling period.

Puck never realized that the next time he would see her, life would never be the same.

A.N. Yes I know that last sentence is terribly cheesy, but what is a story without overused foreshadowing...right?