A/N: Ohhaidere. I didn't plan on this being two-chaptered, but it is, so get over it :) I haven't read book seven yet- I know, shocker- and again, you can take it up with the government if you're so inclined. But because I haven't read book seven, or eight (is there an eighth?) I will force you to imagine that post-book-six and pre-book-seven lasted three years. Mkay? =D enjoy.

Sabrina, fifteen year old Sabrina, was getting herself done-up for a date.

Now, she knows what you're thinking. 'Sabrina? Dating?' Well, she's thinking it, too. But PUCK asked her. PUCK. So she HAS to go, or she'll be tortured in her sleep. Or shaving-creamed.

She studied herself. No makeup, no makeup, she chanted, though she wanted to put it on so badly... but Puck didn't like makeup, especially on Sabrina, so she just wouldn't put it on, then. She was wearing jeans and a very nice shirt. It was dark, dusty pink and soft and thin and smooth. Okay, so maybe it wasn't VERY nice, but it was better than the ratty t-shirts she always wore day in and day out. On her feet she wore black flats with little bows on them. Puck would make fun of her.

She ran the brush through her thick hair again and again and again, but it only seemed to get frizzier. She wet her hands and patted it, and she achieved a tiny result. She sighed, parted her hair one more time, and threw her hairbrush out of her window so as not to be tempted again.

A twelve-year-old Daphne pranced into Sabrina's room. "Haha, Sabrina, you look like a GIRL." She smiled and fixed Sabrina's bra strap.

"Thanks," Sabrina said with an annoyed smile. She walked past Daphne and down the hallway to the stairs. Granny was in the kitchen, humming and smiling, making something pink, bubbly, and so strongly tasting of rootbeer, Sabrina could smell it.

"There's my girl," Granny smiled. She offered Sabrina a bite of the soup. Sabrina politely declined.

"I don't think so," she smiled. "I don't want to fill up yet."

"Perfectly understandable. I think Puck's waiting at the car." Sabrina looked out the window.

"He is."

"Go get him," Granny said, winking and kissing Sabrina's cheek. "Be home by eight, darling."

"Okay." Sabrina smiled and opened the door with a clattering sound. Puck whirled his head over to her. His gorgeous blonde head.

"Brina! Hi!" he said. "Ready?" His face turned red and he opened the door for her.

"Um, hi. I'm ready." Sabrina got into the car. Since when did Puck hold doors open for people?

Puck flew over the top of the car and got in beside her. The engine roared to life. Puck had to scream to hear himself.

"... BITTY," he said.

"WHAAAAAT?"

"I SAID YOU LOOK PRETTY."

"HUH?"

Puck sighed and shook his head. Sabrina smiled at him and looked out the window, which showed trees flying by, and stared off.

Puck reached for Sabrina's hand, but she moved it to tuck her hair behind her ear, so instead he brushed her lap with his fingers.

"KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF," Sabrina said over the engine, slapping his hand away.

"I DIDN'T MEAN TO," Puck called.

Sabrina frowned and continued staring out the window. When Puck arrived at the Blue Moon Diner, Sabrina confronted him.

"What did you say when we first got in the car?"

"Nothing..."

"You said something."

"I didn't!"

Puck went around the car to open the door for her, but she was already out.

"What did you saaaaaay?" she kept pestering.

"I said you looked... like a girl."

"Oh." Sabrina blushed and looked at her toes. "Daphne said so too." She didn't show how much her pride hurt after that.

"You're quite the romantic, Puck," said a deep, smooth bass voice.

"Pan," Puck snarled. He turned around to look at the redheaded teenager dressed like someone from the eighties but with an emover.

"Yes, yes, I'm stuck in Ferryport Landing with you for all eternity. Or until I kill her," he motioned to Sabrina. His eyes roved her body. She sort of hunched herself, uncomfortable.

"Don't lay a hand on her," Puck growled, standing in front of the confused Sabrina.

"I thought Peter Pan was supposed to be a boy forever." She frowned a little.

"Nah. Peter Pan's a man now. And I see you're a young lady." He checked her out... again... "Don't you remember me, Sparrow?" He reached his lean hand out to Sabrina.

She remembered that hand from somewhere. "No. Don't call me that again." She didn't take his hand.

"You didn't much like me then, either," Pan chuckled. "You'll get used to me in time. I'm stuck here forever."

"Who lured you in? Aurora? You aren't that easy to fool, ya know," Puck growled. Sabrina touched his arm.

"Let's go," she said quietly. "We can eat later."

"Oh?" Pan said, pretending to ask a question. "You're eating together? On a date? I thought 'she was two, ye blasted mosquitoe'." He put on a fake voice.

"Weren't you the one checking her out when she was two?" Puck glared. "I think you were."

"You guys knew me when I was two?" Sabrina said, glaring at the both of them.

"You're damn right we did-" Peter began, but Puck advanced him, flute raised.

"Watch your mouth in front of the lady," he snarled.

Sabrina walked closer to Puck and lowered his arm. "We're leaving now, Peter. I hope to see you again." Sabrina was being polite, but inside she was murdering him.

She pushed Puck into the front seat of the car and took off driving to the movies.

"What was that about?" Sabrina asked angrily. "You knew me when I was two? Why didn't you tell me?"

"It never came up," Puck said, avoiding a real answer. "You're a bit young to drive, don't you think?"

"Be quiet," she growled. Puck cowered in his seat. One of his rules to life: don't make women angry while driving. "Now, we're going to see The Proposal, spontaneously make out, and not tell anyone later, and you're going to like it," she growled again.

"Yes, ma'am."

A/N: Review if you're so inclined to ;)