Sorry it's so short/a little rushed, I wrote this when I was like half-dead (don't ask).

By the way, I made them about four years older.

(SPOV)

I wasn't used to such quiet. Granny Relda and had taken everyone to the fair, a trip I had been excluded from due to the fact that I had been grounded for fighting with Puck. He was punished too, although about 10 minutes ago he had he fled out the door, muttering a hurried, "I'll be back at noon." It was now 12:17. Stupid fairy, always late- a crash interrupted my mental rant.

"Really, Puck? I think that's the 4th time you broke that vase this month!" As I rounded the corner, I heard a low curse. I froze, the blood running like ice in my veins. That wasn't Puck.

Limp brown hair fell in strands over the intruder's cold green eyes. A leering grin spread over his cracked lips.

"Hey, sweetheart. You won't mind if I…borrow some of this stuff, will you?"He said while striding confidently forward. The man lifted a dirty knife, the steel glinting menacingly through the grime. The sight of his weapon jump-started my heart, and my defensive knee greeted his vulnerable…parts. I spun, backtracking with speed fueled by fear. A hand knotted in my hair. He jerked my head back, curving the blade around my throat. Hot breath grazed my jaw.

"You'll pay for that, sweetheart. Luckily nothing was damaged, as you'll soon find out." One hand slithered up my shirt. I struck his ribcage with my elbow, eliciting a grunt. His knife bit deeper into my skin. Beady red drops welled up under his deadly caress. The man trailed sloppy open-mouthed kisses towards my cleavage. "No!" The word was ripped from my throat.

A shatter filled the small room, and the would-be rapist slumped to the floor. Shards of vase lay scattered on the hardwood, circling a furious Puck.

"You…you said you would be back by noon."

"I got held up."

Slowly, I lowered myself into a chair. Puck was silent. "I killed him."

"You don't know that. And besides, it wouldn't have been your fault!"

"No, Grimm. That's not the bad part. The bad part is I don't care if I killed him." None of Puck's usual snark filled his eyes.

"I… Well, considering I was almost raped, I wouldn't have cared either. Just…don't worry about it." The quiet was on the verge of becoming awkward, when Puck grinned.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. C'mon, let's get rid of his body before everyone else gets home.

THE END.

HI :D Please, tell me what you think because…well…eh, obvious reasons :D Review?

~Nadya