Sorry for the shortness of my last story… I know it didn't have much to do with the sisters Grimm but I had to get it out of my head. This is my second ever fanfic, so plz be kind!

Chapter One

NPOV

Sabrina knocked cautiously on Puck's door, 3 times. She still didn't know why he'd told her to be there, just that he had. She tentatively pushed the door open – and wasn't covered in any form of muck?! How did that work! She was ALWAYS covered in something when she went in his room… What was that about? Feeling confused, she walked towards the trampoline, looking around wearily. On the trampoline, she saw a note. It said:

Sabrina,

i… dont no ho 2 sa this… i… i luv U. Butt U dont luv me. So im goin bak 2 NY. Mustaadsed gav me a posson that lett mee leve. I no no1 wil mis mee, soo don't feeell 2 badd abot levin.

Yurz 4eva,

Puck xxx

"NO!!! He can't have… he can't have left me… GRANNY!!!" she shrieked.

Granny Relda ran up the stairs and entered the room. "Yes, liebling?" her smile quickly disappeared as she took in her granddaughter's distraught expression. "What's Puck done now?"

"LEFT! He's left me!! He… left a note…"

May I read it liebling?

No! Sabrina could tell from her grandmother's expression that she was shocked and a little hurt, but she couldn't help it. It was private! Puck would kill her if he found out… a fresh wave of sobs burst out of her. Daphne wandered up the stairs, wondering what all the shrieking was about. She bent down to pick up the note, and, after a little struggle whilst she tried to translate it to English (from puck speak), cried:

"That's so sweet! But disturbed! I can't believe you are the only one who didn't figure it out! Uncle Jake!" she hollered.

More footsteps.

"Yes?" He questioned, slightly out of breath. Daphne pointed at Sabrina, who had curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth.

"What did he do this time?" he asked.

Sabrina let out a scream as Daphne tried to pass him the letter.

"Sabrina! Pull yourself together! We'll go to New York and GET HIM BACK!"

"We will?"

"Oh my gosh! This is so romantic!" Daphne squealed.

"We will!" Granny put in. "No worries, liebling!"

They ran downstairs and out the door, down to the car and jumped in.

Uncle Jake vroomed *splutter splutter* off.