*Author's notes* This story isn't really in canon with the series. It's just a random story. FYI, I will use the actual play as a reference. I do not own the Sisters Grimm or A Midsummer Night's Dream. They belong to Michael Buckly and Will Shakespeare. Read and Review Please! Thanks! -ThinkChimerical Chapter One: According to Puck
It was raining miserably, and Sabrina Grimm stared gloomily out the window. She was bored. Daphne was off reading somewhere, and Puck was nowhere to be seen. Maybe I should read something too, thought Sabrina. She got up and stretched. Sabrina walked into the living room where Daphne was engrossed in reading Peter Pan. Tracing her fingers along the bookshelf, Sabrina randomly picked a book. She dropped it in horror when she realized what it was.
" Sabrina! Are you okay?" asked Daphne. The little girl got up and bent over to retrieve the book. Sabrina was still frozen in shock. Daphne looked at the title." Hmm… a Midsummer Night's Dream. Hey, isn't that the story where Puck's from?" Like magic, Puck appeared out of nowhere. Sabrina recovered from her shock muttered:
" Speak of the devil…" Puck was flapping his wings furiously. He was holding something that looked like a catapult. He belched.
" I'M HEEERE! What do you want Grimm? Time is, well time. I'm working on my Catapult of Catastrophe, so make it quick." Announced Puck.
"First of all, why would I want you here? Second, how do you know the word catastrophe?" said Sabrina. She scowled. Great, Fairy Boy is going to ruin my day.
" You're in denial Grimm. You know you love me." he smirked.
" Yuck. The day I say I love you is when I make out with a rotten sock and Daphne isn't excited about Everafters."
" That can be arranged…" Said Puck. Sabrina held up her fist threateningly. Daphne interrupted before World War III broke out.
" Look, Sabrina was just reading a Midsummer Night's Dream."
"See Grimm! I knew you cared." Teased Puck.
" You're dead meat, Fairy Boy." Sabrina threatened. Daphne flipped through the book.
" Wow Puck, I didn't know that you could speak like this." Sabrina and Puck froze in their quarrel.
" Speak like what…"
" Like: Thou speakest aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon, and make him smile When I a-" She was cut off by the sound of Sabrina laughing hysterically.
" WHAAAAT?" bellowed Puck.
" There's more too," she said flipping pages. "Ahem. Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand. And the youth mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee, Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be."
" I NEVER SAID THAT!" he fumed.
" What's with all the rhyming Fairy Boy?" smirked Sabrina.
" GIVE ME THAT!" He screamed. He lunged at the book. Daphne handed it to him. He flipped through it. " What the… I never said all this junk. And I'm not even in the first two scenes! I'm the star of this story! GRAAGH! I'm going to KILL Shakespeare!"
" Uh, Puck?" asked Daphne.
" WHAT?"
"You can't do that."
"Why not?"
" He's dead."
" AAGGHHH!" Raged Puck. Sabrina smiled.
" Who's in denial now?"
About ten minutes later, after they had calmed Puck down, Daphne asked: " So, if it didn't happen this way, how did it happen?"
" According to me?" he asked.
" According to you." Puck grinned a devilish grin.
"Get your journals out kiddies, this is a one time special event, you're not going to hear this again." Sabrina rolled her eyes.
" Way to dramatize things, Puck." Daphne fetched their journals and some pencils. When they were comfortably sitting down Puck began.
" It all began about 4,000 years ago when I was about 211, and Theseus, the Duke of Athens was going to get married…"
