Hi! This is basically what I think should happen in book 8 of the 'Sisters' Grimm,' by Michael Buckley, the amazingly talented writer. Note: Unless you have read all the books (1-7), I would suggest you don't read this. Also, check out Puck_Rocks, because she wrote an amazing story as well. Sorry if it isn't any good...it probably sounded better in my head. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters!!!

Chapter One

Four days ago

Sabrina and Daphne ran down the yellow brick road. Just like in Dorothy's story, the flying monkeys were after them, and for once, Sabrina had no idea what to do. Not for the first time, she thought, where's Puck when we need him?

About a week ago, after finding out who the Master was, Sabrina, Daphne, and Puck had gone after the Master, into the Story Book. He had taken the Grimm's baby brother, and they wanted him back.

After entering the Story Book, Sabrina found herself right in the middle of L. Frank Baum's 'The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.' But Sabrina had met the wizard, and he wasn't all that wonderful. In fact, he was part of the evil organization, the Scarlet Hand, a group of Everafters led by the Master who wanted to take over the world.

Now, just like with Dorothy, Sabrina and her little sister, Daphne, were expected to defeat the Wicked Witch of the West—again. Only this time, they didn't have Puck to help them. They had no idea where he was.

"Daphne, hurry!" Sabrina said, trying to force herself faster. They had been on this road for so long, and she was so tired. But she had to be strong, for Daphne's sake. It was already hard enough for the little girl, and she didn't need to know Sabrina was scared and tired and didn't know what to do.

At long last, they made it to the Wicked Witch's castle. Neither of the girls could remember how she got killed, and they were both injured. Daphne was covered in scratches, and once again, Sabrina's arm was broken. She could help but remember the last time…only then, Puck had been there. That was one of the first times he had ever been nice to her, wrapping his wings around her to keep her warm.

Sabrina went over Dorothy's story again and again in her mind, but each time, she blanked out on what, exactly, had killed the Witch. It was something common place, something that was done by accident...

No time for thoughts like that, however. They were into the castle, creeping along, just like they used to, back when they would escape from foster homes on a regular basis.

Sabrina held a finger to her lips, and motioned for Daphne to stay put as the older girl walked ahead, making sure the coast was clear. As she rounded the corner, something popped, and Sabrina was thrown into darkness.

She woke up a while later, wondering where she was. And then she realized she was in her bed at home. It had all been a nightmare…one big, horrible nightmare that had come every night since she got back. Only, she never saw the end of what happened, when Puck showed up, grumbling about having to save Sabrina and Daphne yet again.

Sabrina was covered in sweat, and shaking. She wanted to go to her parents, and crawl into bed with them, like she used to. But they were gone, off on a mission, as was Granny Relda.

Daphne was no help. She could sleep through own snoring, so she could sleep through anything. Mr. Canis would be too awkward…but that only left…Puck.

Sabrina slipped out of bed, blushing madly as she made her way down the hall and to the Trickster King's room. This was a bad idea, and Sabrina knew it, but she couldn't help herself. Puck was a creature full of magic and power, and with him…with him, Sabrina felt safe. And right now, she really needed to feel safe.

She knocked softly on the door, knowing he would be awake even if it was one thirty in the morning. Puck liked staying up late and sleeping until noon, the same way he liked rolling in piles of horrible smelling substances.

Puck took his sweet time answering the door, but finally, he did. He blinked when he saw Sabrina. She was the last person he would think would come to his room.

"What do you want?" he asked in an annoyed voice.

"Puck," Sabrina whispered, shaking a bit, "can I sleep in here tonight? I keep having nightmares, and Daphne is no help."

Puck blinked again. "You really must love me," he chuckled, opening the door to permit her. "And you wonder why we get married later on…" Instantly, he regretted saying that. It was taboo.

Sabrina ignored his words and scurried into his bedroom, already feeling safer. Puck's wings erupted out of his back and he scooped her up, flying her to the trampoline.

"I don't want you to step on anything," he explained. Sabrina rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything.

Puck moved as far away from her as he could, but stopped when she started to shake. The memories were coming back.

"Puck? Can you please, for once in your life, not make fun of me?" The faery blinked, but nodded. "Ok, and could you hold me, please? I'm—" this was hard for her to say, and she was choking on the words…"—I'm scared."

Puck smirked, but wrapped his arms tightly around Sabrina, pulling her close to him and wrapping his soft wings around her. She sighed contentedly and stroked them, remembering the last time he'd done this. Just like now, her arm had been broken, and they had just gotten out of a dangerous situation.

She closed her eyes, and fell into sleep, thinking how strange it was to be taken care of. That was normally her job...

The next morning, Puck awoke a few minutes before Sabrina, surprised to find her still in his arms. But at the same time, it made him happy. She looked so vulnerable when she slept…it softened her, made her less intimidating. It made him want to protect her.

She snuggled deeper into his arms, about to wake up, and yet perfectly content just to lie there. Her eyes slowly opened, and she yawned. Sabrina stretched in Puck's arms, moaning a bit. It felt like she'd been asleep for a thousand years—and she knew people who had been.

"That was the best sleep of my life," she said softly.

Puck laughed a bit. "And I've been alive for four thousand years."

All of the sudden, Sabrina remembered where she was. Last night's fear had evaporated, and with it, the need to be near Puck. She pushed back from him with all her might, screaming something about how many showers she'd need to take to get rid of his stink.

Sabrina started to get off the trampoline, but Puck grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

She growled, "If you don't let me go right now, freak face, you're gonna regret it."

He rolled his eyes. "Like you could ever hurt me. I'm the Trickster King, the prince of—"

"I KNOW!!" Sabrina said, tugging her arm away. They started to wrestle, and Puck ended up on top of Sabrina, pinning her arms to her sides.

"Let. Me. Go!"

"No!" Puck said, grinning evilly. But there was something in his eyes…something wild, something Sabrina didn't know. It scared her, but at the same time, got her excited.

She opened her mouth to tell Puck to get off her, but she couldn't. Because Puck's mouth was blocking hers in an amazing, unstoppable kiss.