A/N- This story is basically a compilation of oneshots surrounding the Grimm's family. Different chapters might have recurring OCs, but two stories won't relate unless stated.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sisters Grimm series
Onto the story!
God, she was tired.
The sound of a gun pierced the air, jolting Sabrina awake. She could hear her feet moving faster than she thought they could, but had no time to question whether that truly was the sound of her feet, or rather her heartbeat, furiously pulsing throughout her and shaking her body. Yells and overlapping screams registered in her ears, but at her pace, she had trouble placing it's location.
Her breathing was jagged, and the oldest of the Grimm sisters could feel her energy begin to drain, as if every step she took left a physical piece of it behind her. Her feet pounded on the reddish-brown ground, and she began sprint through the upcoming corner.
Shock was the first emotion that she felt, upon both seeing and hearing those behind her begin to catch up and increase their speed. Her peripheral vision spotted one of them nearly at her side. She quickly focused back on running, realizing she had slowed down while trying to get a sense of where the others were. Insane amounts of adrenaline mixed with determination forced Sabrina to pick up speed.
"Not much more left," she thought, "I can do this. I can beat this."
Every training, every practice, and every weekend spent preparing- it was for this. This challenge in front of her- or whatever it was- only fueled her anger, allowing her to push every foot down faster than the last. Sabrina knew giving up was not an option- at least, not one that ended well.
She snapped out of her thoughts. Her fists were balled up to the point of losing color, and she was going to damage her teeth soon, with her jaw clenched as tightly as it was. Noticing this, she forced herself to unclench her jaw and relax her hands. Stress was only going to slow her.
Her name was among the screams she heard, only encouraging her to move faster. She was close and gaining speed.
"Don't slow down when you know you're nearly there- that's when they catch up," she remembered, the words of her mother rising to the front of her mind, "Push all the way through, and don't look back."
She pumped her arms, keeping them by her side to become more streamlined, gathered the rest of her energy, and shot through the end, a bullet of speed. Cheers roared around her, but her beating pulse had muted the sound. She came to a stop, slightly surprised at how little she was panting. Her hand wiped away the beads of sweat that formed on her face- which was surely red- and a younger girl, a student manager, maybe, handed her a plastic stick with a number on one end.
Sabrina faintly heard an announcement about lining up, and gladly took her spot at the front. A woman, coach or volunteer, sat in a plastic chair behind a fold-out table, a clipboard being the only object occupying it. Sabrina handed the woman her plastic stick and spoke her name, then waited for a response.
"Congrats," the woman finally said, adjusting her visor, "Fifty and thirty-six."
She thanked the woman, and walked away to allow the girl behind her to move forward. Sabrina was elated, receiving high-fives, congratulations, and even a hug from a close friend. Her dry throat began to demand her attention, and she made a detour to her water bottle.
"You were okay, I guess," a familiar voice claimed, nonchalant. "I've done better."
Sabrina gulped down the rest of her water and turned around to face him.
"Shut up, Idiot," was her reply, and the boy in front of her rolled his eyes, a signature smirk formed on his face.
"What place?" he asked, ignoring her comment.
"First," she stated, her voice steady, attempting hide her excitement, "Fifty and thirty-six."
By now, the two teens were stationed by the fence, leaning on it, their eyes trained on the teammates preparing for their own event.
"Wow," Puck said, surprise in his voice. Was he genuinely impressed?
"It took you 50 minutes to go 400 meters? You're losing your touch, Grimm."
"How did you get first?" he asked no one in particular. He snapped his fingers and stood up straight, "Were they so shocked by how gross you are that they felt bad and gave you first? Ooh! Maybe they were so blinded by your ugliness so didn't see who they gave the number!"
Sabrina punched his arm, and glared at him. "I got first because I was faster than everyone else, Stinkpot."
"Not everyone," the fairy reminded in a sing-song voice, "My 400 was forty-eight flat."
"You're an Everafter."
"And?"
"Don't forget," she immediately remembered, "I won."
"Did you not hear me? My time was faster than everyone on the team. No one can beat the mighty Trickster King!" he proclaimed, puffing out his chest.
"It's actually a shame. You really have nothing going for you. Ugly, stupid, slow... I almost feel bad for you, Bubbles," he admitted, referring to her as the overly optimistic cartoon character.
Sabrina punched him once again, this time with more force.
"Stop calling me that. And no, I meant the bet, or challenge, or whatever."
A look of confusion spread across Puck's face, and she elaborated.
"You told me if I beat any of your 400 meter times, that you would stop calling me Bubbles. I beat one of your times- your first 400 was fifty and ninety-eight."
"Whatever," he shrugged. Another smirk formed, and she narrowed her eyes at him.
"...Barbie."
Sabrina groaned and walked away from the cackling boy.
A/N- What did you think? In case you hadn't figured it out, Sabrina was running a 400 Meter Dash for her track team. If you have some, leave suggestions for future chapters! Thank you for reading!
