This is going to be a series of random oneshots, updated whenever I feel like it. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sisters Grimm, Michael Buckley does, (I'm only going to put this once)
Maybe I Like Saving You
Sabrina POV
"Well maybe, if I'm such an idiot then you should just quit saving me and let me die because then you won't ever have to see me again" I snapped, after Puck had gone into yet another of his I-hate -saving-you-and-I-don't-know-why-I-bother speeches.
He just curled back his lip in a sneer and snarled at me "Then maybe I will" before flying off. I spun around, watching him head steadily further and further away from me, leaving me all alone, unprotected on the battlefield.
Not like I'm a damsel in distress or anything, it's just nice to have him here with me. Not that I'd ever admit that. And now he's gone, but there's no time to dwell on that now, I've got to win a war. I picked my sword up from where it had been knocked out of my hand and steadied myself, preparing for the next wave of The Scarlet Hand fighters.
They all came at once, witches, ogres and trolls altogether. The witch from Hansel and Gretel came at me first, and I dispatched her easily with a quick jab to the stomach. Next was the evil stepmother from Cinderella, and it was a close fought match, swords clashing every other second.
Suddenly, she took a quick shot at my forehead, and I was unable to block it. I could feel the metal cutting through my skin, and then the warm sticky blood sliding down my face. My armour had stayed resolutely strong throughout the battle, but eventually, after about five more fights, I collapsed due to tiredness and blood loss.
The next thing I remember when I woke up was soft hands stroking my head, and a quiet voice murmuring, "Don't worry, I love you, it'll be okay" my face scrunched up in confusion.
"Say what now?" I asked, forcing my eyes open only to see Puck standing over me, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Uh, um, I mean you'd better get better soon because I love…playing pranks on you?" he finished lamely, his face flushed a lobster-red. I sniffed, looking away from him and rolling my eyes at what an idiot he was being. I heard him snort angrily and mutter something.
"What?" I said, quickly snapping my head around to meet his eyes.
"I keep saving you, and then you do something like that, and then I wonder why I do it" my eyes widened, and the cogs in my brain turned, trying to figure out what he meant. "Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, I like saving you?"
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