Everafter, happy after, never after

by shayshay1812

When an old enemy returns, it's back to the life of danger and excitement for the Grimms. A war is brewing among everafters, and Sabrina is the one who needs to stop it. But Sabrina also has to figure something else out : Puck, who is, in and of himself confusing. But add to that the fact that he keeps sending her mixed signals. And he's an idiot- at least she thinks so.

1. Same old, same old

Sisters Grimm fanfic

Sabrina Grimm awoke to a loud thumping all over her bedroom. It had been almost four years, and in three weeks, Sabrina would be turning sixteen. Sabrina rolled onto her back, gazing at the bright pink ceiling of her bedroom. The room was a present given to her by her grandmother, for her thirteenth birthday, and she was very proud of it. Granny Relda had given her full reign of décor, content, and shape. She had designed the entire thing herself, and while it wasn't Puck's huge forest, it was good enough. Her bed was more like a nest, one that hung from the ceiling, supported by delicate strands of silk, donated by the itsy-bitsy spider himself. It was fluffy and green; because Sabrina had read that green was a calming color. She had bookshelves everywhere, not only because she enjoyed reading, but because the books repelled Puck, the "Trickster King" as he called himself. The second the thought popped into her head, she had a bad idea of exactly who was tramping around her room. She flew off the bed, landing awkwardly on one foot, for absolutely nothing. It wasn't Puck who had invaded her sanctuary; it was Little Red Riding Hood. Red had come to live with the Grimms after she had literally gotten the crazy blown out of her. Red was thundering about the room, a wild look on her face.

"I have to hiiiiiidddddeeee!" She squealed and dove behind Sabrina's dressing table, knocking over her neatly arranged mascara collection, and shifting the color co-ordinated lip-gloss section. At first Sabrina thought that the house was in danger, but she was, again, wrong.

"Have you seen Red? I'm it!" Daphne had come barreling into the room, and there was a small giggle from behind the stool. Sabrina sat down.

"Nope. Not a peep." She lied smoothly, earning another giggle from behind her.

"Okeydokey! I gotta run. But Granny has breakfast for you and Puck! You have your first day of high school!" Daphne was off in flash, and once she was gone, Sabrina sighed, and then looked under her stool, bending at the waist. She addressed Red.

"You may wanna hide somewhere else. I don't want my wrecking ball of a sister in her, ruining more of my dollhouse." Red obliged, running away to go hide somewhere else.

Sabrina spun 360° on her bum, turning towards the makeup table. She applied a small amount of mascara, and some lippy*. She looked at herself in the mirror, and sighed. She wasn't great, but she wasn't horrible. At least, she wasn't the stinkpot Puck was. You're a stinkpot. Doodyface. Ugly. She never showed it, but the words hurt, and she didn't know why. She dressed in a pair of jeans, her oldest pair, and noticed that they were getting a bit tight. They were skinny jeans to begin with, but she really needed to get down to Buzzbarb, the boutique that Briar Rose's fairy godmothers had founded in the town after the princess they cared for 24/7 died, a casualty of the scarlet hand. The boutique was most famous for the beautiful dresses they created, but Sabrina liked them for the jeans and V-neck tees they supplied. She slipped one on right now, the lavender one. She inhaled the smell of fresh laundry as the shirt slipped over her head. The smell calmed her as she walked downstairs. When she reached the kitchen, Puck was sitting there, shoving purple omelets into his mouth almost as quickly as Granny could put them on his plate. He didn't even glance up when she walked in the room, and Sabrina's heart fell, though she couldn't say why. Her Granny saw her coming, though.

"Good morning, leibling. I made some waffles for you. They're on the counter." Granny Relda smiled at Sabrina, and Sabrina smiled back. She had come to an understanding with her grandmother about food about six months back. She still ate the weird food granny made sometimes, but most of the time, she got a separate meal. She poured bright pink syrup onto the waffles. The syrup was a kinder concoction of her grandmother's, one that she had been introduced to when she was eleven. When she was reaching across Puck for the syrup, her hand wobbled, spilling it all over Puck's omelet, and his hand.

"What the hell, Grimm! Dammit, now I have to go wash my hands, because otherwise the old lady won't give me anymore food!" His eyes flashed, and she could see the eleven year old boy he used to be. But then the flash turned into a stare.

"Sa-sa-. 'Brins, you're a knockout!"