[Edited 2016 A/N: If you ever get the chance, do go back and reread some of your old writing. It's, like, the best feeling. You get all nostalgic, and start thinking things like "aw, I still didn't know where to put commas, I was so cute back then!" It's also really funny for me, 'cause my sense of humor is pretty much the same now as it was back when I wrote this, so I made myself chuckle a bit. Anyway, I've touched this up and fixed some minor errors, but left the majority of my O.G. post in tact. Bada-bing, bada-boom.]

[Original A/N]: So, I was digging through old files on my computer and I came across this short story. I was really surprised, because it had completely escaped me that I'd ever even written this, and even more surprised that it didn't completely suck. I thought I'd post it for just for giggles. ^.^

Setting, post book 9

Chapter 1:

"Puck, if you give me one more monologue of how awesome you are, I swear I'll kill you."

Sabrina was at her breaking point. Summer sun was beating through the windows of the old, un-air-conditioned house, and, after a stupid mass-prank pulled by Puck on the town, the Grimm's had quarantined themselves at home in a feeble attempt to escape the wrath of the townspeople. It was humid, it was sticky - man, it was just plain hot - and as the temperature of the air rose, so did the tempers of the people. Too many Grimms in too close proximity on a too hot day.

Granny Relda was lucky she had picked that week to go on a vacation.

"Killing people is wrong, Sabrina," Jake half-heartedly admonished her, sighing as he took his turn sticking his head in the freezer. Everyone had a fine layer of sweat that gleamed off of them, the refrigerator had run out of ice, and they were running low on filtered water. Sabrina's bright yellow shirt wasn't doing much to repel the heat, and as that combined with her growing irritation towards the Trickster King, her face became flushed.

Puck fanned himself with his wings, "You should be honored to hear me talk about myself, Grimm. People like me don't grow on trees, you know."

"Yeah," Sabrina snorted, "They usually swing under them." She tied her hair up off the nape of her neck and grabbed a piece of paper to fold a makeshift fan.

Henry pulled at his white undershirt that had been soaked clean through with sweat. "This is all his fault anyway. He should be the one to fix it. We can use him as leverage and escape out of the back door; run for the lake…" Jake nodded his approval as his time was used up at the refrigerator and he cleared a path for Elvis, the family dog, to take his turn.

Veronica gave a gentle swat to her husband. "He's just being himself, Henry. You can't be mad at someone for that."

"Wanna bet?" Henry muttered, grabbing his glass of water and taking another sip.

"Puck," Veronica tried reason, "please go apologize."

"I haven't done anything wrong!" He protested loudly.

Daphne, who had been huddled in a small dark crawl space, poked out her head. "You caused mass panic with the promise of a zombie apocalypse. Besides, you made the Muffin Man burn his brownies and he had, like, a huge nervous breakdown and I bet he's still crying. You're not exactly the model of a perfect kid right now."

"You just don't understand my genius," Puck said, waving her off. "This prank was one for the history books. Flawlessly executed, awesome results. I even covered my tracks so well that there's no hard evidence I'm the culprit."

"No hard evidence?" Sabrina ridiculed. "Puck, you flew around town screaming 'THE ALMIGHTY ME HAS STRUCK AGAIN YOU PITIFUL WELPS! QUAKE AT THE NAME OF THE TRICKSTER KING DOTH WHOM YOUR TERROR COMES!'"

Puck crossed his arms. "And? That won't hold up in a court of law."

"You wouldn't hold up in a court of law," she countered. "They'd kick you out for being disgusting."

"They'd kick you out for being ugly," he bit back as he rocketed out of his chair, eager for a fight. Sabrina followed in suit and the two stood face to face.

She glowered at him. "If that's not the pot calling the kettle black I don't know what is!"

Puck raised an eyebrow. "Pot? Kettle? Leave it to a girl to bring up kitchen appliances."

The second the words slipped past his lips Sabrina's fist reared back. The blonde girl dropped the fairy to his knees with one punch to the gut and was already pulling back for more. Uncle Jake quickly moved out of his chair and grabbed her hand before she could lay another one on the boy.

"Stop it! Both of you!" Jake growled. "The more you two yell the hotter it gets in here."

"He started it," Sabrina said with a threatening glare to the boy as he struggled to get from off the floor.

"I can't believe you punched me," a flabbergasted Puck murmured as he pulled himself to his feet. Sabrina swiped at the sweat on her brow and stuck out her tongue. Puck stuck out his in return, causing Sabrina to swat at his face.

Veronica rubbed at her temples. "You two seriously need to grow up." She sent a berating look towards the teens but it was lost as they had already started another fight. The woman nodded at them tiredly, and got up to search for something.

"Puck is the cause of all of this," Henry growled. "Don't yell at Sabrina, she hasn't done anything wrong."

"Neither has Puck," Daphne defended the boy. "He's just being… Puck."

"Both of them are in equal need of a lesson," Veronica said from the living room. "Ah ha! Here it is!" The woman came back with an old worn book in her hand. Henry took it from her and ran a finger over the tearing spine where he could barely make out gold lettering. A strange look washed over his face and he smirked at his wife.

"What are they going to do with this? Beat each other to death?"

"I was thinking…" Veronica cast a look towards the now wary teens, "of making them read it."

Henry took another good look at the book title as he turned the leather cover over in his hands. "I see where you're going with this Roni, but don't let them read the last part. I don't want them getting any ideas."

Veronica snatched the book from her husband, "Oh hush. The last part is the best part." Mrs. Grimm handed the book to her daughter. "You two, go up stairs and start reading. Don't come down unless you're finished or I call you down. Got it?"

Puck's jaw dropped in horror. "You're serious? You actually want us to read?"

For once Sabrina agreed with him. "Yeah, Mom, that's kind of crazy. I mean, really? I don't even think Puck can read."

"You two have until the count of three to get upstairs and get reading," Veronica warned them with narrowed eyes and a hand on her hip.

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "I'm not seven anymore, Mom. That isn't going to work."

"One…"

Puck scoffed, "There's no way…" His words dismissed her, but his eyes were leery.

"Two…"

When Veronica's lips parted to say the last count Sabrina gave in, "Fine! Fine, we'll read it! Gosh…" She grabbed Puck fiercely by the arm and pulled him behind her as she headed for the stairs, the two of them bickering the entire way. There was a bit of commotion followed by a loud slam as the door to Puck's room closed.

Jake fanned himself as he took a long drink of water. "What book did you give them?"

Veronica and Henry smiled at each other. "Pride and Prejudice."

It took Jake a moment, but then he broke out into a grin of his own.

"What?" Daphne asked as she looked at the adults. "I don't get it, what's so funny?"

Let me know what you think of this!

PEACE! God Bless! iizninja