Okay, this is my first ever fanfiction, so please go easy on me if it sucks. This is something that has been brewing in my head for ages, so whether anyone reads it or not, I really needed to write it down. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Sisters Grimm. If I did, why on earth would this be on a fanfiction site?

One: A World of Slime

Sabrina Grimm sat bolt upright in her bed, breathing very heavily. Nightmares absolutely sucked. This one had been particularly terrifying, all her family and friends dead at the hands of the Master. She forced herself back into the real, slightly-but-not-much less scary world. She then looked at the empty space beside her, momentarily forgetting that Daphne now shared with Red. She felt a bit lonely, but threw the feeling into the back of her mind. She checked the clock blinking red on her bedside table. Six am... A little early, but a whole lot better then returning to that nightmare. She swung her bare feet over the side of the bed and shuffled over to her mirror. Her hair was normal, not electric blue or anything. Her bed had been normal, so where was Puck's routinely morning prank? She started looking around.

Nothing in her wardrobe, behind the curtains, under the bed, in all her drawers, under the bed again just in case she missed something the first time... Huh! For once there did not seem to be a patented Puck prank waiting for her! She walked to her door with a smile on her face and placed her hand on the doorknob, realising too late that it had been replaced with an enormous button.

Directly above her, a trapdoor opened in the ceiling and slime rained from the heavens. She was covered from head to toe in green, stinky goop of questionable origin. How did he even do that? She reached up and flicked a blob of the yucky stuff out of her eyes, no longer caring where it landed. Then she trooped off, so angry that, for the second time since she woke up, it was very difficult to draw breath.

She was going to chew Puck out first, but Elvis wimping and running away from her changed her tune. Instead, she went straight into the bathroom and had a ridiculously long, boiling hot, shower. If there was no hot water by the time everyone else woke up, that was their problem. After she was one hundred percent sure she no longer looked or smelled like a swamp monster, she left for Puck's magical room.

She knocked sharply on the door, still fuming mad, and felt her frustration rise dramatically when she waited two minutes with no answer whatsoever. She yelled at the door, ignoring the not-quite-so-early hour,

"Fairy boy! I'm coming in now, whether you like it or not!"

She opened the door, though she checked the handle was not a button first.

Puck looped in lazy circles above her, way out of her somewhat limited reach.

"What do you want, Grimm?"

"I want an apology!"

"You've come to the wrong place. The Trickster King doesn't do apologies."

Puck nonchalantly pretended to be extremely focused on something off in the distance. Sabrina gritted her teeth.

"Then come down here and I'll make you apologise, stinkpot!"

"You know what, I'm actually good."

"I thought you were a villain of the worst kind."

Puck began to get flustered.

"Well, I am, I meant I am good being evil up here, in the air, where there are no..."

"Girls who are stronger than you?"

"What? No!"

"Afraid I'll beat you?"

"You could nev-"

"Oh, it's fine." Sabrina inspected the fingernails of her right hand as if they were the most fascinating thing the world had to offer. "After all, you're worse at fighting than that guy, you know, wears tights, has a little pixie friend..."

Puck did not even bother wasting another second on telling her there would be painful results for that last comment, just dropped out of the sky and threw a punch, aiming for her left shoulder. She dodged it effortlessly and swept his right leg out from under him. When he was lying on the floor, she simply began her favourite strategy. Relentless kicking. Puck yelped as her foot connected with the side of his head, and kept right on impersonating a screaming pig. After a bit, Sabrina stopped her attack and walked downstairs for an undoubtedly weird and wacky breakfast.

How'd I do? Please tell me by reviewing, I would absolutely love to know what you think, but as I mentioned earlier, this is my first fanfiction, so go easy on me if it sucks.

~Madei