Disclaimer: I do not own The Sisters Grimm. The wonderful world of Everafters is the sole property of Mr. Michael Buckley; I am merely playing in his sandbox for a little while.

Chapter 1: The Wedding Crasher

"Hello, stinky."

A scream came from the groom's side of the cathedral. The Everafters were all staring at Puck, unsure of what to do. Snow started to rise to her feet, but Billy grabbed her arm and yanked her back down. The priest had sunk to his knees, crossing himself and praying.

"Servant of the lord, give us your message!" shouted one of Bradley's uncles. Puck, who had landed beside Sabrina, looked at her in disbelief.

"They actually think I'm an angel? Sweet." He said with a smirk.

"Puck, don't you dare!" Sabrina hissed at him, but he gave her another unnerving wink and rose up until the sun through the stained glass window hit his wings, causing them to sparkle gloriously. She had to admit, he looked good. Really good.

"I hereby declare this wedding to be, uh, a very bad idea! You may all return to your regular lives but may never speak of the glorious sight you witnessed today!"

"Modest, much?" Sabrina muttered, as all of the humans rushed from the church. The Everafters tried to look scared but they mostly just looked incredulous. Veronica Grimm was staring at Puck as if she might strangle him. Bradley grabbed Sabrina's hand and yanked her aside.

"What the hell is going on, Sabrina? Who is that?" Sabrina coughed nervously, trying to think of how best to explain the situation. She had never told Bradley about Puck. Honestly, she hadn't spoken of him by name since he had left her eight years ago.

"Um… my ex-boyfriend?" she said, raising her eyebrows apologetically.

"What is he?"

"A fairy."

"From?"

Sabrina looked at Puck, where he was greeting Basil with a hair tousle and a radiant smile, all the while glancing fervently in her direction. "Ever read Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream?"

"Once or twice."

Sabrina sighed, "Puck. He's Puck."

"The Trickster King?" Bradley said, raising his eyebrows in disbelief.

"The one and only!" Puck had finally decided the swoop in. He took Sabrina's hand, bent, and kissed it. The very un-Puck like gesture made her heart skip a beat. "Sabrina Grimm, how perfectly lovely it is to see you. That dress is very becoming."

Sabrina yanked her hand out of his grasp, "What do you want, Puck?"

"Don't you see? I'm back! I've made my trip around the world, and now I'm back. For good." He grinned at her, but his face slowly fell as she continues to stare at him in disgust.

"You've been gone eight years, Puck. Eight. Years. And the first thing you decide to do when you return is crash my wedding? How perfectly… perfectly… PUCK of you!" She was livid. Sabrina had pined after him for years, and after she's finally moved on, after she'd finally found someone she could be happy with, he came back and expected her to fall right into his arms, just as she always had. Not this time.

"Wait. Sabrina, were you actually going to marry this doofus?" Puck said, gesturing to Bradley, who was still standing dumbfounded beside her. None of their talks about the Everafter world had prepared him for this.

"No, Puck. The three hundred dollar white dress and the church full of people were just a stunt for your enjoyment. Of course, I was going to marry him. I am going to marry-"

"Sabrina?" Daphne had come up behind her. "Could we perhaps change and take this conversation somewhere else? I think the priest is going to have a heart attack."

Sabrina looked over at the priest, who was still kneeling at the front of the cathedral, rocking back and forth as he prayed, and casting frightful glances over at Puck.

"Fine." Sabrina said, and stormed off back up to the bridal suite.

"Puck," Daphne said in a commanding tone, "go see if any of the witches have some forgetfulness powder for the priest. You also may want to start thinking about how you are going to explain yourself to everyone, especially my parents." She tilted her head towards Henry and Veronica, who were both staring daggers at the fairy.

"Right, thanks for the tip," he said, and then flew off towards Bunny.

"Bradley," Daphne turned and looked at him, "I… I'm… sorry? I don't know what to tell you right now. If you want to stay, stay. If you want to go find your family, do that. Sabrina will call you. That's the best I can do right now." She looked at him apologetically. Daphne liked Bradley, all the Grimms did, but she also knew that, however angry Sabrina seemed, she had been secretly hoping for this. Sabrina loved Puck, and always had, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

"It's okay, Daphne. I know you didn't plan for this. None of you did. I think I'm going to go find my parents. Have Sabrina call me." He gave her a nervous smile, and then jogged back down the isle and out of the church.

"I'm going to kill Puck," Daphne muttered under her breath as she started to go find Sabrina. Veronica tried to follow, but Daphne stopped her.

"No, Mom. I'll talk to Sabrina. You deal with all these Everafters. Send the home or give them cake or something. But leave Puck alone, for now."

Veronica nodded, "I guess that is best. Alright, I'll speak with everyone. Now, go find your sister."

Daphne gave her a weak smile, and then headed towards the bridal suite.

"The nerve!" Sabrina screamed the moment she shut the bridal suite door. How dare he crash her wedding like this! How dare he ruin her life yet again! How dare he show up here acting as if he had done nothing wrong! How dare he! She plopped down on the couch. It had been eight years last month. Eight years since the day he had left. Eight years since he had made the infuriatingly ambiguous statement, "I'll be back when you are ready." Eight years since he had proposed.

She understood his reasoning. He had waited hundreds of years. He had grown up for her. He was ready for a change. But she had been seventeen, and about to start her senior year of high school. Her friends dealt with her strange boyfriend who was home schooled by her grandmother and often disappeared inexplicably for weeks, or sometimes months, at a time. They included him at all of the dances and sporting events, they invited him to double date, but they still whispered. And if Sabrina married him? At seventeen? Whispers would be the least of her worries. Besides, she had plans. College. Grad school. And, eventually, a husband. But not at seventeen.

She remembered the day so vividly. He had asked her to picnic with him in the woods. They had filled a basket with some sandwiches and chips, grabbed a blanket, and then headed out. They had picked a nice spot (According to Puck, it had been were they had captured Jack Pumpkinhead in The Battle for Everafters, so it held fond memories) and settled down. They had chatted, laughed, and ate, reminiscing about some of Puck's worst pranks and sweetest gestures. They had stolen quick, sweet kisses throughout the evening and then snuggled close to watch the sunset together.

"I detest sunsets," he had said, "They are much too pretty." She had laughed. "But, by that logic, I suppose I must also hate you," he had said, leaning down to kiss her. As the last splash of light began to retreat from the sky, she had stood and insisted that it was time to return to the house. They had packed up the basket, and then he had said he wanted to do one more thing before they went back. She had turned to him, and he had said, "Sabrina, I know that your trip to the future and some of the things you learned during it have kind of stressed both of us out ever since. But, as we have grown closer, I have come to believe more and more that is our fate. So, why fight it?" Then he had gotten down on one knee, pulled out a simple, elegant diamond ring, and said, "Sabrina Grimm, will you marry me?" She had been flustered, taken aback. She insisted it was much too soon. They were too young. They had all the time in the world to get married, so why rush it?

"Let's wait until we are ready," she had whispered, reaching for him. "I thought we were," he had said, tears filling up in his eyes. Then he unfurled his wings and rose up into the sky. "I'll be back, Sabrina Grimm. I'll be back when you are ready."

Daphne was the only one who knew exactly what had happened that day. She had told the rest of the family that he had gotten angry about something and stormed off (which happened every once in a while) and he should be back soon. But, that had been the last time she had seen Puck. Well, until today.

There was a sharp tap on the door, and then Daphne entered.

"Need some help getting out of that dress?" she asked, gently. Sabrina stood and allowed Daphne to extricate her from the dress and then help her back into the jeans and button-up she had worn to the hairdresser that morning. Daphne then sat Sabrina down in front of the vanity and began to unpin and brush out her curls.

"You okay?" Daphne asked.

"Not really, but I'll survive" Sabrina said, wiping away a lone tear that had decided to fall down her cheek.

"That was quite an entrance he made," Daphne said, looking at Sabrina closely to gage a reaction.

"Yeah," Sabrina muttered, blank faced.

"He looked good."

Sabina blushed. "Yeah, I guess he did."

Daphne put down the brush and appraised her big sister. "Now that you're back to normal, are you ready to enter the lion's den?"

Sabrina shrugged. "It's now or never." The two sisters linked arms and then headed back towards the sanctuary.