Puck had never quite been the same after leaving ferryport after the war. Her returned sometimes for holidays, but recently the Grimm girl hadn't been around. This time it was word, and this big case she was working on.
Puck strolled into Ferryport with the same childish swagger, though he was over a foot taller now and he had stubble on his chin, he must've forgotten to shave this morning. He shrugged not really caring.
Pucks steps faltered as he passed the diner tgat was on Main Street. The one he and Grimm and marshmallow would go to when they were young. Looking. In the large front window he could see their booth from here, in the back corner nestled beside the old jukebox that was more decoration than anything. Without another thought he went inside.
He sat himself in their old booth. This booth held a lot of memories. It was where he'd made Marshmellow laugh so hard soda spewed our of her nose and all over her pancakes, he bought her another plate through his fits of laughter. It's where he found Grimm after she stormed out after her first big fight with her folks. It was where he took Grimm on their first date. And though things didn't work out, he still loved her, he'd always love her, not that he'd admit it of course.
Puck ordered coconut pancakes and a blueberry milkshake. Grimm always loved blueberries. Even as he drank all he could think about was her. He finished, left a twenty on the table, and left.
Puck strolled to the edge of town, right up to the edge of the forest. He knew there was a trash throne and a filthy pool just a few miles in. He knew by heart how to find it. He knew how murky the waters would be, and how much they'd stink. Probably about as bad as the day Grimm shoved him in.
A woman with long blonde hair walked on the other side of the street and Pucks heart stopped. His feet faltered but upon closer inspection he didn't even know her.
Everywhere he went. She followed.
He couldn't do anything without her flashing into his mind.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, he pulled it out and peered at the message flashing across his screen.
Jake: we went out to the diner for a bit, join us or go to the house, we left it unlocked.
The door to the house was the same, with the same amount of locks lining the right side of the door. Puck strolled inside and was met with warmth and the smell of delicious food. Puck moved around to the couch and sunk into the cushions. The were journals stacked everywhere. There was one in particular that caught his eye. It was navy blue and plain, there was no title but it was extraordinary all the same. It was extraordinary because of the delicate gold writing written in the corner.
Sabrina Grimm
Puck smiled a sad sort of smile and placed the book back in the shelf. He head to the stairs, wincing at the creaks. The mighty queen of sneaks would never cause so much noice. The hallway was the same, even as he peered at the room at the end of the hall, half expecting it to open and for her to walk out. But alas, he took a deep breath and turned into the other room. His room. It was the same. The forest, the roller coaster, everything was the same. Even the trampoline in the middle. The same trampoline he and her spent the night together on, and actually many nights after. (Just don't tell Henry)
He flopped on his back and stared at the sky, he noticed that it was the exact shade of her eyes. He smirked and thought.
She had changed everything, she had ruined everything, he could never run around with his wooden sword again. He could never be a juvenile delinquent again. He could never eat blueberries or walk through Ferryport again and be the same. He could never be twelve again.
And though she ruined everything.
Puck couldn't bring himself to mind.