New story; woot woot! Thanks to everyone who liked and critiqued my now-completed fanfic, Puckabrina Forever? It was really fun to write, and now I'm back with something new! Oh, and thanks so much to my reviewers, especially Curlscat and Ice Queen! (They reviewed the most and gave me good feedback)

Now, here are how things are gonna go down.

First, I'll start writing this story, then start writing Sabrina's Story, which is what I've decided to call the winner of the poll (how Sabrina ends up with Bradley), and then, I'll pick up the sequel to Puckabrina Forever? which I've decided to call The Second Coming. Sound good?

So, without further ado, I give you Hooked: Chapter 1!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Sisters Grimm book series, nor any of its characters and events.

**Note: This takes place after the last book, but beofre the epilogues, so it's kind've AUish, since Puck is not traveling the world with Jake. But everything else is the same. Hope you enjoy!

Ages:

Sabrina-17

Puck-4,017

Daphne-14, almost 15

Red-Several hundred years old, but looks Daphne's age

Basil-8

*Puck's POV*

I woke up with a start in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat. As I lay on the trampoline in my enchanted room, I reflected on the nightmare I just had experienced.

Stupid, reoccuring, haunting nightmares came to me almost every night since I overheard gossip from Malobarb and Buzzflower, Briar's fairy godmothers, that Captain Hook was coming to town.

My dreams featured me, running away from the Jolly Roger on the shores of Neverland, starring Captain Hook, Peter Pan, and the Lost Boys catching up to me quickly.

The rumor had been circling around town for a few months now, and every night, I woke up at irregular times, in a panic.

I tried to sit up, but the combination of being on a trampoline and being too fatigued to push my self up kept me down.

Sighing, I rolled over on to my side, and tried to fall asleep.

When that failed, I finally launched myself out of the trampoline, fluttering weakly towards the lone door which led to the rest of the Grimm house, amidst the tropical-looking trees, next to the lagoon.

Once I got there, though, something was wrong. Very wrong.

Although it was nighttime in my room, the starry sky and the full moon alluminated A note taped to my door. It read:

MEET ME AT THE PIER AT THE HUDSON RIVER, TOMORROW AT MIDNIGHT.

Nothing else. No indication of who it was from, or-wait. There's something in the corner.

Leaning in to further examine the old-looking piece of parchment that was attached to my door, I noticed a crudely-drawn hook in the bottom right corner.

He's here.

~The next day~

*Sabrina's POV*

I walked past Puck's room to go downstairs for breakfast, wondering what's gotten into him lately. He hasn't been acting the same as usual. In fact, he's been the total opposite of his normal self.

Lately, I haven't gotten any pranks played on me (which I won't complain about), and no insults (which I won't complain about either). Puck's barely spoken to anyone for the last month. I hardly even see him anymore. He just stays in his room all day, ordering his minions to bring him food from the kitchen, and only coming out to use the bathroom.

And that, I will complain about, because believe it or not, I actually care about Puck...like a brother, or close friend, of course...I think...and he's become a recluse!

Alright, alright; I won't deny my feelings for Puck. But I'm 100% positive that he thinks of me as nothing more as an annoying, headstrong girl who happens to live with him.

Plus, Puck's pretty popular at Charming High, and always has a flurry of girls, following him like lost puppies, and blushing at every word he says and every thing he does.

All of them are certainly better-looking then me. I'm really nothing special to look at. Daphne insists that I'm gorgeous, but I'm pretty sure that's just cause I let her brush my hair, which she loves.

Right before I started walking down the stairs, I made a last-minute decision, turned around, and knocked on Puck's door. I need to see if he's alright.

"Go away," Puck's voice grumbled through the door. "Unless you have food. Or, if you're Grimm, you still owe me seven million bucks after I saved you from that Jabberwocky back in sixth grade."

"Puck, it's me," I said softly, worried about him. "Why have you been in your room so much lately? We haven't talked in a week!" Something was seriously wrong.

"Nothing's wrong."

"Yes there is, Puck!" I exclaimed.

"No there's not!"

"Uh, there obviously is!"

"I said to go away! Nothing is wrong!" His voice grew louder and more angry by the second.

"Stop lying, Stinkpot!"

"Dog-breath!" Uh-oh. What have I started?

"Fairy-boy!"

"Barf-brain!" Ouch.

"Fart-monster!"

"Drama queen!"

"Peter Pan wannabe!"

There was no response from Puck.

"Uh, Puck?" I knew that being associated with the flying boy from Neverland ticked Puck off, but there had never been a time when he did not have an insult to hurl back at me. Except for now. "Puck?" I asked again, when he didn't answer.

"Leave me alone," he said coldy. I heard his footsteps stomp away from the door, deeper into the forest that was his room.

What's up with him? And he called me a drama queen. Whatever it was, I was determined to find out.

"Helllloooooo? Puck?!" I called once again, wanting an explanation. Even though me and Puck fought a lot, and I didn't really make an effort to "cheer him up" a lot, being alone in a room for several weeks cannot be healthy at all.

Finally, the door opened, revealing a very frustrated and tired-looking Puck. He also smelled worse than usual, considering that Granny usually made him take a shower every other day, but now he took none.

Glaring at me, Puck stormed past without another word. Before I could protest, the fairy stomped down the stares, whipped the front door open in anger, and flew out of the house. It all happened so quick, I barely knew what was going on.

I'm getting pretty fed up with Puck's grumpiness, now...I tried being nice, even! But NOOOOoooo, he just yelled at me to go away! ...welll...I called him Stinkpot...but still! He's used to that! And hhe shouldn't have his feelings hurt by a name I've called him for years! Especially when he pranks me all the time!

But he doesn't even prank me anymore. He's shut himself off from the rest of the world, for some reason, and I intend to know why.