I had this up before (twice), but I realized that it sucked (twice), and so I have edited it (again, twice). A LOT.
Random piece of poetry for the story (by Ogden Nash):

Fleas
Adam
Had 'em

I own nothing.

Puck was not scared.

He wasn't! Not even a little bit. Really.

He was not absolutely terrified of death. He wasn't going to die. At all. In fact, no one was going to die in this war. Absolutely no one. Not. One. Measly. Everafter.

Puck released one of the glop grenades he was carrying onto the enemy lines. It landed on the White Rabbit, covering him and splattering his neighbors in stinky green goop. The unfortunate victims froze, their expressions epitomes of shock.

Puck doubled over midair with laughter that was not at all hysterical.

The Eight of Hearts looked up to see where the missile had originated. Observing Puck, he grimaced, and raised his bow. Puck's eyes widened in what was not fear. He started to fly away, gaining speed as he went.

Puck was not scared. Being impaled by a sharp stick and falling to his death was not one of his greatest fears.

Yeah.

Not scared. At all.

Puck slowed, looking down. Charming's army was now spread out below him.

As he watched, a small blonde figure darted into the ranks.

It was Sabrina Grimm, the girl Puck had know for what seemed like years, who Puck did not have a huge crush on.

Puck was not scared of the battle. He was not scared at all. Not even a little bit. Not scared. Not scared, not scared, not scared! However, unlike Puck, Sabrina would be scared. Completely and utterly terrified.

That would make her jumpy.

Puck snickered to himself.

He flew to the ground, alighting gently. Pulling out another glop grenade, Puck snuck up behind Sabrina, leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Hey, dogface."

Sabrina turned, annoyed.

He pelted her with the grenade.

She glared at him, then deliberately raised her hand to her face and wiped most of the goo of. Then she turned back around.
Puck stared at her, flabbergasted. Where was the shouting? The retaliation? The senseless calling of names that neither of them meant?

Then Sabrina whipped around and pelted a water balloon straight at Puck's face.

She didn't miss.

The balloon hit Puck on the nose, completely soaking him. Yelping, he flew back up into the sky. He was not relieved that Sabrina seemed to be back to normal.

Sabrina turned back to watch the approaching army. Puck looked at her, smiling slightly. She was not completely beautiful when she was angry, or slightly put out. She wasn't beautiful at all. Not even when they were fighting.

Fighting.

The smile melted off Puck's face.

He was not afraid of her dying. Just like he did not have a crush on her. Puck wasn't afraid of being left alone. He was not scared for her and Daphne and Jake and Canis and Veronica and Charming and Henry and the Old Lady and Elvis. Completely, utterly, absolutely, positively, totally not terrified. Really.

Sabrina turned, and saw him watching her. They observed each other for several moments. Her blue eyes searched his, looking for something - what, Puck didn't know.

"Hey, Puck!" She finally called out, "I bet you're scared!"

Puck, affronted, flew closer. "Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!" He was now only several feet away from her.

"Are too!" The volume of the argument increased as the shouts continued, quickly approaching an ear splitting volume.

"Am not!" He touched down immediately in front of Sabrina.

"Are not!"

"I am!" Puck screamed, then, seeing her smirk, realized what he had just said. He became utterly still. Sabrina had tricked him.

Looking her in the eye, he stepped even closer to her, so that their faces were less than five inches apart. With a whisper, he repeated himself."I am."

Sabrina's smirk faded. She gazed back at him and at the same hushed tone replied, "Me too."

Then she kissed him.

Once.

Softly.

On the lips.

And walked into the battle.

Puck brushed the place her lips had touched with his fingers and realized something.

Two somethings.

He had far more than a crush on Sabrina Grimm.

And he was really, really, really, REALLY, scared.

The Trickster King doth protest too much, methinks.

Thank you to all those who reviewed before: Pale-Face, oOSmileOo, Alexandra the Leopard and KrissM3.

And to all who reviewed before that: Curlscat, yellow.r0se, lizalot, EvilScrapbookerJW13, and Thesistersgrimmrule.

I owe you all virtual chocolate chip cookies.