Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm finally writing an Iron Fey FF! I'm so happy! I really wanted to do one with Puck because of how the series ended. Poor Puck deserves his own story and happy ending too! Also, if you haven't read the Iron Knight it might be best to read it before reading this FF. I tried to capture Puck in a serious sort of mood while keeping his humorous attitude. Not sure how I did so sorry! D; Anyways, enough babbling! I present to you...

The Summer Trickster - Chapter 1

In all of his very long lifetime, Puck had never actually been lost. He'd always known exactly what he wanted. For the last several years, he'd spent his time with a half-faery, half-human girl that didn't even know about his true feelings until it was too late. She fell in love with another and ever since then, Puck had been lost…

Puck sighed and made his way towards the Summer court. He supposed now that he was all done helping Ash's dream come true, he should head back to Oberon and see how much more trouble he can get himself into. After he had been traveling for awhile, he noticed that a presence had joined him on his trip. He smirked and stopped walking, turning around to face whatever it is that was following him.

A fluffy, yellow eyed cat sat staring up at him. Puck looked down in mock horror. "Oh no, you've caught up to me. Please, oh mighty cat, spare me!"

Grimalkin flicked his tail and rolled his eyes. "Quiet, fool. I have something of importance to say to you and I will not repeat myself. Titania is on a bit of a rampage and Oberon's not too happy, either. You might want to head to the mortal realm for awhile until things calm down." Grimalkin flicked his tail again and then disappeared.

Puck was left standing there, looking dazedly at the spot where Grim had vanished. "Well…I suppose I'll go have some fun with the humans. They're so fun to play with." Puck smiled mischievously while thinking all the things he could do to the humans. He knew that he was slipping into a darkness that might be hard, if not impossible, to get out of. But for once in a long time, he didn't care. What did he have to lose? Absolutely nothing.

So it was off to the mortal realm for Puck, which was an uneventful journey. He was actually starting to get bored. Puck didn't like to be bored. He briefly thought about heading into Tir Na Nog to see how long he could last. But he shook that thought from his head.

He reached and passed through a trod that led from the wyldwood to the mortal realm. When he crossed over, he found himself in a city that was not too busy but not too empty, either. It was cold but not cold enough for snow, so it must have been around fall. Although Puck thrived in the Summer, Fall was actually his favorite season. He thought it might be because everything was dying. Puck wondered if he would ever die. He'd been around for a very, very long time and had a feeling he'd be around for awhile longer, but he wondered if he could actually die. He'd been alive so long that the thought of death actually scared him a little bit.

Shaking his head, he glamoured himself to look more human and set out on the streets of the small city. He passed several cozy looking shops and a group of giggling girls. Winking at them, he reveled in the glamour that was pouring off of them. He kept the little game going, teasing them and causing them to have more giggle fits, until they decided they would try to approach him.

Puck shook his head and winked one last time before disappearing behind a car. He also disappeared for real, using his glamour to conceal himself. He watched as the girls scoured the area where he vanished and had to refrain from revealing himself and shouting boo.

Laughing silently, Puck left the area in search of something better to do. He came upon a large, tree filled park. It wasn't a very crowded place so Puck decided he would find a nice, big tree and rest in it for awhile. He set off deep into the park to find said tree and found the perfect one but there was one problem.

Someone was already in it! He looked up in disbelief at a girl who was lounging in the tree, one leg hanging down while the other was scrunched against her chest. She had these weird bud things in her ears and Puck could hear what sounded like music coming out of them. And then she started to sing.

'Dancing bears, painted wings, things I almost remember,

And a song someone sings, once upon a December.

Someone holds me safe and warm, horses prance through a silver storm,

Figures dancing gracefully across my memory.'

Puck didn't recognize the song, but it was beautiful nonetheless. There was so much emotion in it that Puck was almost drunk from the glamour. He stood staring up at the girl and was so enamored that he didn't realize she had stopped singing and was looking straight back at him.

Puck was shaken out of his stupor when the girl jumped down from the tree and glared at him. "You know, it's rude to stare." She stood in front of him with her arms crossed, waiting for something. Puck smirked; he supposed she was waiting for an apology. But Puck didn't apologize for anything. So instead, he flung one of his witty comments back at her.

"Well maybe if you weren't singing loud enough to wake the dead, I wouldn't have been staring." He smirked once more and waited for her reaction.

She bristled and took a step towards him. "Listen, you. I come out here because no one else does and no one can hear me. And no one was asking you to listen!"

Puck threw his head back and laughed, causing her to bristle even more. But before she could get out a word, Puck held his hand out for her to shake. "I'm Puck." She was taken aback by his gesture, which pleased him. He always liked to keep people on their toes.

However, instead of a handshake, she slapped his hand away and glared. "And I'M not interested. Besides, what kind of nickname is Puck? Is your real name so horrible that you have to assume the name of an ancient mythological figure?" She laughed shortly and then fixed him with a glare again.

Puck just stared at her for a moment, surprised that she knew of him. Puck was obviously well known, but not usually by people her age. He pondered for a moment about what to say. "And what if I told you that I was the real Puck?"

The girl rolled her eyes and turned to grab her things. "I'd say you were crazy. And I'm leaving now. It was such a pleasure to meet you," she said, with sarcasm lacing her voice.

She walked by him to leave but he grabbed her arm to stop her. "Hey, now! It's rude to ask someone their name and not give yours in return." He smirked.

She looked up at him and glared. "Isadora. And I didn't ask your name, you jerk. You just said it." She pulled her arm from his grip and left.

Puck smiled and watched the odd girl called Isadora leave. Oh this was definitely going to be one of his more interesting adventures in the mortal realm.