hey guys! i got a new idea for an SG story at exactly MIDNIGHT yesterday. weird huh? so then i just finished the ninth book last week, and i couldnt help but say.. awwwwnn! soo... here is the first chapter guys! its sort of short, but i need to get my ideas straight. and im getting a new sibling tomorrow, so im pretty excited. Anyways... IMPORTANT AN: THE PART, THE FIRST PART, WHERE IT SAYS "SHENANIGANS," HE SAID, IT IS PUCK WHO SAID IT AND THAT LINE IS NOT MINE! REPEAT, NOT MINE, CUZ IT IS OUTTA THE BOOK. I JUST WANTed to remind ya'll. anyways, please review! REVIEW! PLZ! i want to know if you guys have any ideas or suggestions, and tell me if i have any mistakes, thts it! :D:D just plz, review.
"Shenanigans," he said.
Sabrina groaned as Daphne giggled behind her palm. Sabrina couldn't wait to escape from what was left of Ferryport landing and back to New York again, where she could spend a normal life there and eat mini deli sandwiches. But the thought of leaving this place was heart breaking, even if this place was in ruins. And it also meant that she wouldn't be seeing Puck, who would go around the world with her Uncle Jake collecting magical items. She was interrupted from her thoughts by her sister.
"Hey, look, he's back!" Daphne exclaimed, pointing towards the vast Hudson Bay River before them, where a huge ship was sailing towards the dock, its skull crossed sails blowing fiercely in the wind. It was the same ship the children had just seen moments ago.
"What does he want now?" Growled Puck; glaring at the massive ship.
Abruptly, the ship stopped and out flew a boy in green tights and a green shirt, with a belt that held a wooden sword. His eyes gleamed of mischief, his smile dimpled.
"Sorry to disturb you guys again, but since you said that Ferryport landing isn't really a place for mischief and fun, would you mind letting us stay with you for a while?" He gestured behind him, where a tiny light twittered and pulsed with light, and every time it moved, it left a trail of golden dust.
To Sabrina's astonishment, she realized that it was Tinkerbell.
"OMG!" Daphne squealed when she too saw the tiny pixie, and she quickly inserted her palm inside her mouth and bit down hard.
"Oh, no, we don't mind you staying here at all," Puck grumbled under his breath, his foul mood he got whenever there was a mention of Peter Pan returning. Unfortunately, Peter Pan had been within earshot, and he grinned and did summersaults in the air.
"Great! Who wants to go have some fun?" He eyed Puck closely, as if he had seen him somewhere, but couldn't quite put out where exactly they had met.
"Not me, I'm out of here," Sabrina got up and dusted off her pants before walking towards the opposite end of the dock to go to the house.
"I'll go with you," Puck said quickly, getting up and scrambling after Sabrina. She couldn't help smiling a bit. It looked like Puck had gotten a rivalry. Now she knew why he hated Peter Pan so much. It wasn't just because of people accusing him of being Peter Pan or that he should wear tights, it was also that they were both so much alike, that Puck couldn't stand it. He was the only one that was an evil villain, the leader of layabouts, the crown prince of faerie, master prankster and leader of idiotic morons, nobleman of knuckleheads, spiritual leader of juvenile delinquents and etc, etc.
"Got some competition, huh?" She grinned at him.
"I really, really, hate that guy," Puck scowled, kicking a pebble as he shoved his hands into his jeans pockets, "And no one can replace the trickster king." He puffed up his chest in pride.
"You know, you two do look alike..." Sabrina began, knowing too well that he was going to burst.
"I AM NOTHING LIKE THAT LOSER!" He bellowed, his pink very feminine
like insect wings popping out of his back. He glared at her, balling his hands into fists.
"Oh, dear, I'm soo sorry to hurt your itty bitty feelings, Mr. Sensitive." Sabrina was actually having fun making Puck angry for once; it gave her a new burst of confidence somehow.
"Whatever, loser." He muttered. He then descended upwards towards the sky, his insect-like wings fluttering vigorously.
Sabrina was left alone, and she was thankful. It gave her time to think. She contemplated what had just happened. Then, she thought of all the people who had died because of the Hand. But most of all, she thought of how she could've changed those moments when they were about to be assassinated or eliminated. Most of them had died because of her. There was no turning away from it. The guilt was like a hot sharp knife slicing through her heart. If she had handled things a bit easily, she knew some of those Everafters could've lived. But she was also happy that the barrier was down. Now, crazy lunatic Everafters wouldn't come after them from within the shadows to murder her family. They were all free. And she and her whole family were Everafters now. She didn't know what to think. Should she be happy? Should she be weirded out? She just didn't know.
She suddenly heard a clear, familiar shriek. She swivelled around, her hair swatting her face as she ran to the direction the sound had come from. It was from the dock, and she had a strong suspicion that it was her sister that had been the owner of the shriek. Her heart pounded against her chest as she ran towards the dock.
She finally came to a halt, seeing Red squatting down on the dock, peering over it into the chilly Hudson Bay River. There was no sign of Daphne.
Peter pan was floating above the water, laughing like an idiot.
"What happen?" Sabrina cried out in despair.
Daphne popped out of the water, shivering but with a huge grin on her face.
"That was fun!" She climbed onto the dock with the help of Red and Sabrina.
"What happened?" Sabrina repeated. She glared at Peter, who was still laughing.
"Peter offered me a ride on his back, and he dropped me into the water!"
"Well, I could've given you an exclusive Puckstraordinary ride with my fabulous wings marshmallow," Puck thundered from above, his face contorted in disgust.
"So?" Daphne grinned at him, batting her eye lashes in a cute, puppy dog way that read, c'mon, forgive me and love me!It was a look Daphne had always brandished in front of Henry when she was young- mostly when she knew she was in some kind of trouble.
"Hey, now i remember you!" Peter snapped his fingers all of a sudden as a devilish smirk appeared on his face. "You're... what was that guy's name? Oh yeah, Pup, or Puck? The dude who had girlie wings!" He laughed gleefully.
"They are not, girlie!" Puck seethed, his cheeks flushing. He came nose to nose with Peter, eyes flashing. "Just get OUT of here you dimwit!"
Peter seemed startled, and he reeled back for a few moments. "Hey, have you grown up, after ALL these four thousand years?" He fully brushed the matter aside, changing the subject.
"Th-that's none of your business!" Pucks cheeks reddened, and so did the tips of his ears. Sabrina could feel her cheeks becoming a bit rosy too.
"Aw, c'mon pal, you can tell me!" Peter took out his wooden sword that was much like Pucks and aimed it at his throat. Puck didn't even flinch.
With one quick motion, as fast as his reflexes could go, Puck knocked the wooden sword out of Peters hand-which dropped down into the water with a loud plop, followed by a minor splash.
"Hey! That was my last sword since Hook lost my other one!"
Sabrina was tired of listening to the two boys ramblings. "Stop! Just stop fighting!" Both boys stopped their arguments immediately, looking at Sabrina expectantly.
"Just try to get along, if not, just don't talk!" She said, satisfied that they had at least listened.
"Sabrina, it's time for dinner, then its packing time!" Henry's voice hollered from the other end of the dock as he stood waving at them furiously.
"C'mon Daphne, we have to go," Sabrina said grimly as the two sisters got up reluctantly. She was stopped by Peter.
"Hey, who're you?" He looked at Sabrina with the interest of one might get when studying a crushed bug. It was as if he was noticing her for the first time.
"Oh, you don't want to meet dogface here, the stink of her is enough to-"Puck started, but was interrupted by Peter.
"Well, she can't possibly be as rancid and smelly as you," Peter circled Sabrina, inspecting her as if he were inspecting a poorly made baloney sandwich.
"Well... You got that right," Puck thought for a moment, clearly interpreting Peter's rude remark as a compliment.
"You know, she kind of looks like Wendy, doesn't she Tink?" Peter once again ignored Puck. Tinkerbell bobbed her head up and down, letting loose of some amber colored pixie dust.
"Sabrina, Daphne!" Henry called again, this time more firmly and urgently.
"If you don't mind, I need to get going," Sabrina pushed passed Peter, who she thought was equally as annoying as Puck. Her sister followed along, Red at her heels. The other two boys flew past them, clearly determined to outsmart the other with their own flying techniques.
"Say, is that Peter Pan?" Henry looked up, gaping at the red headed boy in astonishment.
"Yup, the one and only," Sabrina grumbled.
"Oh, not another lame-brainer like Puck," Henry complained as the trio scampered towards Granny Relda's house.
Granny Relda, to Sabrina and Pucks dismay, invited Peter for dinner. All through the meal, Peter kept on telling everyone about his "amazing" adventures and how he had defeated the evil Hook so many times. He ranted on and on about how he had nearly died when Hook almost sliced him in half with a deadly dagger.
"Yeah, sure would've liked to see you get sliced in half like raw chicken cutlets," Puck snorted, shoveling a spoonful of substance that Granny merrily called "Pasta." Although, to Sabrina, it looked rather like brown mush spray painted with peas.
"Hey, this brown gist is pretty good; it kind of looks like that cow poop we ate twenty five days ago, huh Tink?" Peter grinned, and then dipped his head into his wooden bowl, slurping its contents with a loud, satisfied burp. Everyone except Puck, Daphne and Peter, seemed to have lost their appetite by Peter's unnecessarily rude comment.
"You eat like a cow," Puck remarked, and he was met by a glare from Tinkerbell.
"And you, booger face, eat like a pig." Sabrina jutted her chin towards his plate, which was stacked high with every edible thing that had been on a large cutlery just moments ago in the middle of the table. Now it was getting consumed by Puck. He just stuck out his tongue and belched in her face, after which she turned a bit green. Crush or no crush, he was still the grossest kid ever to Sabrina.
"So, where do you plan to stay, Peter?" Granny Relda politely changed the subject, giving Puck a warning glance.
"In the streets, I hope," Puck muttered, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
"Oh, you know, we're going to live here and there throughout this town," Peter shrugged, trying to get another helping of Granny Relda's "pasta" From a saucepan, but found it unsurprisingly empty. He set it down gingerly, giving Puck a dirty look. Puck gave an equally venomous look back.
Sabrina sighed. This was going to be a really, really, long evening.
After dinner, Sabrina and Daphne dragged out their dusty suitcases from under their bed, the same ones they had had when they'd been bouncing from one foster home to another. Sabrina blew the dust off of hers, sneezing when it enveloped her face.
"Do you want to leave to New York too?" Daphne asked suddenly, her lower lip trembling. Tiny drops of tears trickled down her cheek, and she held her chin in the air.
"Well..." Sabrina thought for a moment. Did she really want to leave this place, the place where she finally felt like somebody important, the place she had discovered and revealed so many mysteries and loves from her friends and family members?
"I-I don't know," Sabrina finally said softly, swallowing a big lump in her throat.
After that, Sabrina and her sister packed their things in the thick silence that hung in their room. Well, the room that HAD been theirs-now going to be someone else's probably. Maybe Pinocchio's, since Granny Relda had agreed to have him in her home. But today, he had been weeping by his father's grave, not wanting to leave the silent cemetery, not even for meals. The poor boy didn't even notice his own growth, which had heightened and multiplied. The only thing he even cared about now was his father, blaming to himself of how parsimonious and self-indulgent he had been.
Sabrina packed the last of her things, looking around the bedroom for anything she had missed storing in her tiny suitcase. When she found nothing except a pair of Daphne's stinky cotton socks (Which she immediately threw away in the rubbish behind her sisters back) she hauled her suitcase off her bed and stepped outside her bedroom. She dragged it down the stairs and into the living room, where everyone was gathered.
"-It was so nice having you around," Veronica was saying to Snow White, who had just arrived moments ago with an arrogant and impatient Charming.
"Yes, yes, can we get onto the part where they can leave and we can finally breathe without scooting over to make room for another measly Grimm?" Charming said rather obnoxiously, his face pulled into his original sour-puss expression.
"Charming! I didn't marry you to hear insults shouted right into my ear about the Grimm's!" Snow scolded fiercely to her husband, who's cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he stuttered an apology to his wife.
Daphne came down as well, and she dropped her suitcase to go wrap her arms around Snow. "I'm going to miss you so much!" Daphne blubbered. She then hugged Charming, who stood with a pinched face. He awkwardly patted her hair before going into a fit of fake coughs. Daphne beamed at him, "I knew you'd be the right man for Snow!"
Sabrina couldn't help from snickering, "Actually, he is the kind of man you could use as a blueprint to build an idiot."
Luckily, no one heard.
She looked around. There was no sign of Peter or Puck. But everyone else was in the room, plus a few other guests had just arrived momentarily. Cinderella and her husband were sitting in one corner of the room, smiling and talking with the Grimm's. Uncle Jake, who had just arrived from his room with his trench coat on, was sitting on one of the rickety chairs and talking in a low, whispered conversation with Boarman and Swineheart.
Goldilocks and the three bears were there too, all drinking a mug of steaming hot chocolate, which were being passed around by Granny Relda. There were many other people too, and Sabrina wondered why Granny had never mentioned about guests coming. Yet again, she had also never confided in telling anyone about a going away party.
Sabrina deliberately set her suitcase down by her sisters and talked with a few of the guests, then went outside for some fresh air. It had been getting humid inside. She stepped out the door, bumping right into Baba Yaga. Sabrina let out a wrangled shriek. Baba Yaga was wearing an old, ancient looking cloak that looked as if it were made out of a bear's insides. She wore a bizarre looking chain around her neck that held three milk white bones of some kind of creature that Sabrina couldn't detect, and on her feet she wore pointed shoes made out of, shockingly, silicone.
"Well?" The old hag croaked, raising one, bleak eye expectantly at her. "Are you not going to let me come in?"
Sabrina quickly stammered an apology before moving out of the way. Baba Yaga hobbled forward, and went inside the house, in which Sabrina heard a thick blanket of silence commence right when Baba Yaga entered. Sabrina dashed towards the forest, searching for Puck. Instead, she bumped into Peter Pan. He was wearing a drill sergeants helmet, his wooden sword in his hand as he commanded some young boys all dressed in animal costumes to do something.
"Who are they?" Sabrina commanded.
"Well, the Lost Boy's of course! " Peter said as if it were obvious.
"And where did they come from?" Sabrina eyed each of them closely. A chubby boy dressed in a brown furry animals costume was bonking another boy wearing a fox's costume on the head with a large caveman's stick. Another boy wearing a skunks costume appeared to be squashed underneath the chubby boy's bottom.
"They were napping in the ship when I met you guys at the dock and when we were having dinner, so I didn't get to introduce them to you," Peter tapped is wooden sword against his skull. "They tend to be pretty lazy sometimes. It feels like I'm always the one who has to get their bottoms working."
"Uh... Okay, have you seen Puck?"
"Probably sulking behind his toilet throne."
Sabrina shouldered past him towards Puck's toilet throne. He had been using it long before Sabrina and her sister had arrived, but he had eventually moved in with the Grimm's. She found him sitting on a tree branch, staring at something far off in the distance intently.
"Hey," She said, not knowing exactly what to say to him. She didn't even know how to say goodbye to him. Should she throw a snarky insult at him? Or hug him? Or kiss him? She quickly wiped that last thought out of her mind. The last time she had tried kissing him, it had embarrassingly ended up with her father interrupting before their lips could even touch.
"Hey dogface," Puck said lazily, shoulders slumped. "Don't you need a license to be that ugly? 'Cause I can't allow ugly people to come here in my kingdom."
Sabrina made a face, biting back her hurt. He didn't really mean it, did he?
"Don't you mean toilet kingdom?" Sabrina looked around. Everything smelled gross and putrid, like a toilet. There was a long silence that hung for a moment between them.
"So, you really are going to go to New York, huh?" Puck caught her eye, and for the first time, she saw that they were pained. There wasn't the usual mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Yes."
"Oh." Puck looked genuinely upset about something, so Sabrina decided not to ask. He'd let it out eventually, he always did.
Finally, he said, "Uncle Jake invited Peter to come around the world with us, and the old lady said she'll take the lost boys with her inside the house and take care of them."
"Uncle Jake...? But doesn't he know you hate Peter Pan?" Sabrina hauled herself onto the same branch that Puck was sitting on. He didn't protest.
"Yeah, but apparently, that Briar dudette changed his attitude." It seemed as if Puck's rage grew every passing second.
"Wow. I guess you guys should get along then," Sabrina tried to smile.
"This isn't funny, Grimm," Puck snapped.
"I was just trying to help!"
"Well I don't need your help!"
"I just came here to say goodbye to you, and this is what I get? I'm leaving to New York this evening!" Why was he acting so stupid?
"So?" Puck's wings popped out of his back, and he lifted into the air.
"I don't know what makes you so stupid, but it works!" Sabrina shook her fist at him. Just because he was angry at Uncle Jake, didn't mean he had to direct his anger at her.
"Well- I don't know what makes you so ugly, but it works too!" Puck transformed into a white seagull with a stout yellow beak. Sabrina knew what was coming and tried to duck, but was too late. Pucks form as a bird made him squirt quite gassy bird droppings. It landed on one of her sneakers, and she growled so fiercely that she herself was surprised to hear that.
Before she could throw an insult at him, Puck transformed back into his human form and flew away furiously.
"I'm seriously going to kill you fairy boy, just watch it!" Was all Sabrina could say.
She stomped away indignantly back to her Granny's house. All the while she kept contemplating in her mind of what had just happened between her and Puck. Was this really how she was going to say bye to him before she left to New York city with her family?
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