I wrote this decades ago and completely forgot about it until I was scrolling through my Google Drive account and found this. So I figured I may as well dust it off and post it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sisters Grimm.
What's the point in crying? What's done is done. Even when everything's broken into pieces, even when everything hurts so much it's like the Earth's spinning against your face, there's no point in crying over spilt milk. All you can do is wipe the tears away and hope that, eventually, it hurts less.
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She looks down, and her blood freezes to ice. Freezes in her veins — she can feel them crack under the pressure — so cold it's hot, so cold it's burning!, so cold that with every step she takes frost blossoms into fire.
"No!" she howls "No!" She stares down at the broken... the broken... She can feel her world shatter (into so many pieces) around her. "Don't you do this to me! Don't you— I— No!" A wave of nausea spurts through her and tears spatter her cheeks. She holds her head in her hands. This isn't happening this isn't happening everything was going to be alright everything was! "This wasn't supposed to happen!" She pounds a fist into the wall, and it shudders.
A door slams open. "Grimm, what the hell?!" The fairy catches sight of the crying girl, and he swears. He flies over to her.
"What happened?" he asks, putting his arms around her.
She doesn't respond.
His mouth goes dry. Oh no, he thinks, Please God no. "What happened?!" he demands, his fingers shaking slightly.
"I— It—" She shakes her head and clutches at his shirt, pulling him to her.
Panicky heat prickles through him, making him itch, making him sweat. OK ok calm her down first. He turns her so she's facing him. "Grimm, Grimm, I need you to calm down."
She keeps crying.
"Grimm. Grimm." Oh nononono what the hell happened?! "Sabrina, please!" he begs "Sabrina, look at me!" He forces her face to meet his.
"Grimm Grimm Grimm" he pleads with her but she just keeps crying and he's in such a panic he doesn't know what to do. She needs to— She needs to— Oh God I can't think I need her to shut up.
He presses his lips to hers, and her eyes fly open. Holding her tightly to him, her fragile bird-boned body that's still shaking with sobs, he injects as much passion as he can into her. As much passion and love and wonder as he can, from the once-small little fairy boy to this beautiful grown-up Everafter girl, partially because he does love her, but mostly because he needs her to just shut up for one damn minute.
She relaxes (at last!) and wraps her arms around his neck. He pulls away.
"Tell me," he says breathlessly, "what happened."
She gulps, and tears pool in her eyes again.
He brushes his thumbs against them. "No," he says, "no, keep it together, Grimm." He knocks his forehead to hers. "What happened."
"I... I dropped it," she says pitifully.
He frowns. "Dropped what?"
"My cookie." She points to the pieces of baked pastry and chocolate chip strewn over the kitchen floor. "I was going to eat it but then it slipped and it broke and there aren't anymore and it sucks!"
He blinks. "W-What?"
"I dropped it!"
"You're telling me that you're crying and punching walls... because you dropped a cookie."
"Mhm."
She starts crying into his shoulder again, and he sighs in relief. He kisses her forehead.
"Man, Grimm, pregnancy makes you weird."
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'Sides, milk without cookies is nasty anyway.
I know I know pregnant women don't get as screwy as this. But I couldn't think of anything aside from drugs that would make her act this way. If you have a better reason, though, please tell me, because right now I'm out of ideas.