Hi everyone! Sorry I haven't been active, I assure you I am now, though^^. Or at least, until school starts –then it's gonna be a while before anything is written or updated.:(

As to make this ramble as short as possible *crowd scoffs*, I'll give you the rundown in a few quick sentences. This oneshot-thing takes place just after the scene in book 6, the one on the trampoline.:D I guess Sabrina fell asleep at last, and Puck…didn' I tried to keep it accurate but add some description, but I know I failed –utterly. Please don't mention it.-.-

Hahaha, Twin, I did it! I wrote for another fandom!;P

I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Sisters Grimm. Whut NOW?XD

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It's late now. I don't know how long it's been since I said anything, but I'm too stiff to roll over and see if Grimm's asleep -even though I haven't heard her breath hitch at all in the last hour. Stupid Grimm, she's probably still awake –that'd be just like her, to wait until I'm vulnerable and then ambush me in my sleep.

But for some reason I want to check; I dunno why. Maybe I just don't like the crick developing in my neck, or the rock under my back, or even that I'm chained to a girl and her sister is drooling on my arm. I like to know what's going on.

So with a resigned, quiet sigh I shift my weight slightly, shuffling my body sideways so that I can gain a full view of the blond over Marshmallow's head; the pigtailed kid mumbles a little as my arm slides away from her hair, and for a moment I freeze –but within a moment Marshmallow's forehead has smoothed out, and she slips back into her little unicorn-filled dream without another sound. I let out my breath as she relaxes, and continue my reconfiguration even more slowly until I can finally inch up a bit more and snatch a good view of Grimm.

She's completely and utterly asleep from what I can make out of her face in the dark, and when I tug my wrist a bit to a more comfortable position she doesn't move; her hand simply trails along with mine over the bumpy surface of the trampoline, her delicate fingers curled slightly.

That was a waste of time, I think irritably, finally settling into a new position on the trampoline and letting my muscles relax into the bouncy, makeshift bed. I should've just assumed she was asleep, and left it at that…

But now that my head is cocked towards her, I can't exactly turn back around without jolting the girls slightly again and waking them up –the last thing I need is two furious, sleepless females taking their anger out on me. 'Course, I'll get them back anyways, but the first moment is never the best. And besides, those two-

Suddenly Grimm mumbles a bit, and jerks her head down along the rubbery bed; her pale cheek catches on the stretchy surface, contorting her mouth into a perfect Kodak moment shot. But within a moment her lip have caught up to one another, and once more her mouth is closed in a perfect, gentle curve of a line. The photo op is gone.

Darn it, I think petulantly. It was so good, too…

But now her hair has tumbled across her face, a thick strand of darkened gold strewn messily over her eyes and nose; what little I can see of her face now is unusually calm, her forehead smooth and her eyelashes suddenly a lot thicker than I expected. I blink hard at her, surprised.

She looks pretty when she's asleep, too. Oddly enough.

I should never have swallowed that key, I reflect crossly. It's making me act weird.

I shut my eyes tight, and refuse to open them again, even when Marshmallow drools on my arm again.

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Ick. Reading over this, I'm not sure I like it as much as I did when it was in my head. Sorry for the lameness! Thanks for reading, and review! I'd be so incredibly appreciative!:D

Thanks again!:)