AN: hi, this is my first fanfic (not my 1st story) sorry it's so short, it was all could think of (I am a lazy girl with the attention span of a rabbit and the memory of a squirrel)

thank you to all the people who have liked my story, it encourages me to write the next chapter sooner. Please keep reviewing.

To everyone: sorry that my characters are so OOC and my chapters are so short. Also I will write about Puck's Prank and the Magic Sword (separate stories) after this so you know what happened before all this

Sabrina sat crouching behind a bush, caked in mud, sticks poking into her and sweaty. She was aching from staying still too long.

"Stupid Puck!" Sabrina cursed the annoying fairy. She promised herself that as soon as they rescued him, she'd punch him till he had no teeth left to speak with. After all, it was his fault she had to go and save him.

"Maybe I should leave him there to rot," She muttered. She still hadn't forgiven him for his last trick. It had ended with Puck's head between his buttocks, courtesy of the witch he had angered. Sabrina sighed. Why was she always having to come and save him? It happened every time; Puck would make a mess and Sabrina was stuck cleaning it up.

"Sabrina?" Daphne whispered, her brown eyes wide with concern.

"What?" Sabrina snapped. She immediately regretted it. Daphne had been giving her the cold shoulder for a while now, and Sabrina had been grateful when the little girl started talking to her again.

"Sorry," She quickly apologized, not wanting to provoke her sister back into ignoring her.

"Um, Sabrina?" Daphne tugged on the older girl's sleeve. "Yeah?"

Daphne pointed up, and Sabrina looked upwards.

She was staring straight at Sherriff Nottingham.

He grinned, and Sabrina felt like screaming, but she couldn't. Instead her hands clenched, preparing to punch the man.

"Hello, piglets," he crooned, pulling out a dagger.

The girls were on their feet in an instant, ready to fight. "No, no no, missy, no fighting or your boyfriend gets it," Nottingham sniggered, wagging his finger at them jovially.

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Puck sat in the corner of the cell, writing rude words on the wall. He looked up from the third letter of the word he was inscribing when he heard footprints from the corridor.

Sheriff Nottingham dragged the girls into the small room. He shoved the girls into the cell next to Puck's.

"Hey, if you two are captured, who's going to save me?" Puck complained indigently.

"I wasn't the one who insisted we not tell Granny" Sabrina snapped, while Nottingham shoved her and Daphne into the cell next to Puck.

"Shut up" their captor growled, while locking their cell "there'll be plenty of time to talk after your "trial" that is, if your still alive" Nottingham laughed to himself as he left the room.

"Great! We're going to die and it's all your fault, Grimm" Puck whined sarcastically.

"It's my fault? I don't think so. Who stole the sword and then lost it? Not me. Who made us come along to get it back? Not me. Who ended up being captured before we even got close to the sword? Not me. Who." Sabrina paused for breath before continuing her rant but before she could continue, Puck cut in.

"First, I needed the sword. It wasn't like the old lady was using it anyway" he started.

"I'd hardly call using it to play swordfight with your stuffed animals needing it" Sabrina fired.

"Didn't your mother teach you not to interrupt royalty when they are speaking" Puck told her.

"Being the king of fools doesn't make you royalty"

"You insult me Grimm, anyway, second, I didn't lose the sword, the Hand took it from me, third, I didn't ask you to come with me, you followed me, now what comes after three?"

"Four" Daphne told him, trying to be helpful.

"Fourth, I wasn't captured; it was all part of my plan to get the sword back"

"Ah, yes, your genius plan that miserably failed"