Chapter 2-
"If you want a happy ending, that depends on where you stop the story."
-Unknown

"Just spill it." Sabrina said, angrily slamming the palm of her hand on the table.
"I keep telling you, just because I followed the Master does not mean he told me things!" The young boy burst out, standing up and pacing.
"You have to know something!" Puck said, grabbing the boy by the collar and looking threatening.
"Quite the contrary, Fairy. I know nothing."
Sabrina groaned. They had been questioning Pinocchio for two hours, and her patience-not that there was much- was wearing thin. "I give up!" She mumbled. "Come on, Puck. He's obviously a very good liar or actually knows nothing." Puck reluctantly let go of Pinocchio's collar, and followed her out, turning at the door. "If you find out anything, let us know."
"Oh, I will." The boy mumbled, kicking the leg of the table.
"Come on Puck." Sabrina pulled him out of the room and closed the door, slumping down on the floor leaning against the wall. He sat down beside her, and looked at her closely. To his surprise, and her's too, she had tears rising in her eyes. "Hey, don't cry." He said, looking uncomfortable.
"What else am I supposed to do, Puck? What else can I do? I'm in a corner. I've done all I can and Granny Relda still isn't back with us."
Puck wrapped his arms around her, and she leaned against his shoulder, tears sliding down her cheeks. "We will find a way to get the old lady back to us, I promise. You shouldn't go beating yourself up for something that wasn't your fault."
"How do you know?" She burst out, almost sobbing now, the tears running down her face faster and faster, sniffling a bit too. "You were asleep!"
"I know you, Sabrina Grimm. And I know that it wasn't your fault." Her nose nuzzled his neck, and a nice shiver ran up both their spines. "Thanks Puck." She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. They stayed there, holding each other, till her tears slowly stopped falling and she sat up, smiling. "You, have the advantage of being the first person outside of my family to see me cry."
"At least I know there is feelings underneath the hard powerful outershell." She punched him playfully in the arm, and standing up. "Come on."
"Where we going?" He groaned, standing up too and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Back to the house. I'm tired, and hungry."
"I had something else in mind." He sighed, climbing into the trolley. "But fine." She winked and followed him, kissing him lightly on the lips. "Can I drive this time?" He asked, looking at the wheel eagerly.
"No. You'd kill us."
"I would not!" He protested, pouting slightly.
"Yes you would! You'd crash into a wall! Anyway, I'm older."
He laughed. "I don't know where you get that, Grimm. I'm over four thousand years old. If anyone should be driving this thing, it should be me."
"I said no."
"I'm telling you, if you don't let me drive, you'll regret it."
"What- is that basketball going to make an appearance?" Referring to her last birthday gift.
"When you least expect it." He said, devilishly waggling his eyebrows.
"If that happens, you'll find yourself without a girlfriend and hurt in a place no guy would ever want to be hurt."
He winced.
She grinned. "Now, I'm going to drive, but next time, I promise you can." He huffed and leaned back into his chair, obviously annoyed he hadn't gotten his way. When they reached the other end of the hall, Daphne was waiting, a worried and determined look on her face. "We have a problem."
"Course we do." Sabrina grumbled. "We couldn't have one day without one."
"Come on!" Daphne insisted. "It's not good!"
Puck and Sabrina hopped off the trolley, and Daphne rushed out of the mirror. Before stepping through into the spare room, Puck stopped her. "Don't get hurt, Grimm. I'd hate for you to get hurt right after you stopped hating me."
She grinned and kissed him on the cheek. "Ditto. Of course, I could never get hurt. I'm quite good at getting out of situations."
"Only when I'm saving your butt."
"Aren't you big headed?"
"It's your fault. Always getting into trouble, and me having to save you. If you weren't so helpless I wouldn't have a reason to be big headed."
Sabrina rolled her eyes and stepped into the spare room, running down the stairs and outside. The scene she was greeted with truly wasn't good. A dragon was sitting in the yard, laughing as Henry and Veronica tried stabbing it on his soft belly. It wasn't working. Daphne was frantically trying different magic things from the box at her feet, but it was only being an annoyance to the large beast. Sabrina glanced at Puck. "What should we do?"
"How should I know?"
"You killed that one a few weeks ago."
"That's true. But that was a pure stroke of genuis-"
"Just tell me how you did it."
"Stabbed it in both eyes, then ears, and then every other weak spot I could reach, until it bled to death."
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
He shrugged and sprung into the air, swiping and stabbing. Sabrina frantically looked for a weak spot, spotting the dragon's large scaly toes. A plan formed in her brain and she dove into the fray, trying to get to the toes, knowing that would distract the dragon long enough for Puck to stab it's eyes. She reached the dragon's feet, and readied to stab with her dagger, not seeing the claw reaching down from above to grab her. The dragon picked her up, holding her inches away from his face. "Hello, human. Are you prepared to die yet?"
She started kicking, frantically trying to think of a plan. "to die?" She laughed. "I think it's about time for you to die, Ugly. Not me." The dragon sighed, and held her closer to his face. "I think you're wrong there, Child." His other claw scratched her face, drawing blood. He scratched her again, over her eye, deeper this time. The blood ran into her eyes and she frantically started kicking and crying, calling for Puck, for her parents, for Granny, for anyone that would help her. "Sabrina!" Puck shouted, and she felt like she was falling, and then, someone caught her, and she screamed. "Shh.. Baby it's okay. It's just Puck." She slumped, all the fight going out of her, and opened her mouth. Her tongue tasted the taste of her own blood and she fainted, entering a black world full of shadowy creatures, who screamed at her, telling her everything that she didn't want to hear. When she woke up, she was lying on a bed, it's blankets stripped off. Her hand was being gripped tightly, and a very plump someone was standing over her. "Where are her parents?"
"Finishing the dragon off, I guess." Puck answered, his eyes glassy with worry.
"Well, it's obvious we can't wait for them. Let's get started." Nurse Sprat said, grabbing some bandages from the counter beside her, and beginning to ready her supplies. Sabrina groaned and cried out as the pain in her head caused her to have a hot wave of nausea wash over her.
"Sabrina?" Puck said gruffly, easing up the grip on her hand.
"Puck!" She started sobbing, the tears running down her face, creating lines of pink on her blood caked face. "What's happened?"
"You-" He stopped, his voice shaking. "You were fighting the dragon and he scratched you, then I brought you to Charming's camp to be healed."
"Oh." Sabrina rubbed his knuckles with his fingers and whispered. "Please don't cry."
"I'm not." He whispered back, his lips brushing his fingers. "I'm just glad you'll be okay."
"Course I will. I wouldn't give you the satisfaction of dying now, dear." she mumbled.
He laughed quietly, and Nurse Sprat returned, mumbling about antibiotics. "Okay," She said, her big form looming over Sabrina again. "I'm going to clean your face up a bit, then clean your gash, then bandage you up, then you should be good."
"Okay." Sabrina said, like an obedient child.
Nurse Sprat washed her face, then told her she could open her other eye. Sabrina's eye flickered open, she had been squeezing it shut. "Okay." Sprat said, obviously not looking forward to what was going to happen next. "I have to clean out the cut. It's going to burn. A lot."
Sabrina gritted her teeth, and nodded. "Let's get this over with."
Nurse Sprat grabbed the bottle of antiseptic, and began pouring it over the cut slowly, a tiny trickle coming out of the neck. At first, Sabrina thought, oh, this isn't so bad. Then a white hot pain flashed across the gash, causing her to cry out and grip Puck's hand, her fingernails digging into his skin. He winced, but held on, watching Sprat as she methodically kept pouring.
"Oh my GOD." Sabrina gasped, tears escaping her eyes. "What in the heck is IN that stuff?"
"It's really strong, I'm sorry Sabrina. But since your cut is so near your eye, I don't want any infection." Sabrina groaned as Sprat stopped pouring, dabbing up the little dots of sweat on her brow. "It's all over now, anyway. The burning will go away in a few minutes." Sabrina nodded, her eyes still tightly shut. It didn't take long for Sprat to bandage her head, and to coax Sabrina into taking a head ache drug that would put her to sleep for a few hours. Sabrina could feel the world slipping away from her, and struggled to hold on. "Puck." She whispered, holding on to his hand loosely.
"Yes, Brina?"
"Kiss me." She felt his lips brush hers, and she smiled until the drug pulled her under into a blissfully nightmare free sleep.

When Sabrina awoke, first she registered that her pounding headache had faded to a slight ache. Then, she realized that two familiar voices were yelling at each other.
"NO." said her father, obviously upset.
"Henry, he's her best friend! The least we can do- he saved her!" Veronica said soothingly.
"I know he saved her! But he's not sleeping in the same room!" Henry replied. Sabrina sighed and sat up, guessing at the situation.
"Dad, I've slept in the same room with Puck before. He handcuffed himself to me about four months ago, during Mr. Canis' trial. Then swallowed the key. And nothing is going to happen. It's Puck."
"I know it's Puck. That doesn't mean-"
"He saved me, Dad. And he's just trying to help. You don't have to be so worried all the time."
"Fine!" Henry said, obviously tired of arguing. "But I'm not happy about it. And so help me-"
"Honestly, Henry." Veronica scolded. "Only you thinks something will happen. Only you." Henry replied by stomping out of the tent, and Veronica rolled her eyes at Puck and Sabrina before following him. Puck raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, his expression softening. "How ya feeling?"
"Okay, I guess. What happened while I was out?"
"Nothing much. Your sister finally defeated the dragon with some stone thing, and was knocked out from the power. She's a few beds down. Your parents rushed in here, frantic and Sprat explained it all to them. Instead of being grateful about me saving you, your father yelled for an hour when I suggested I stay her to keep an eye on you."
Sabrina laughed. "I don't need anyone to keep an eye on me."
"I beg to differ." Puck said, leaning over her threateningly. "And if you try to get me to leave, I will be forced to make you drink more of that sleeping potion."
Sabrina sighed. "I don't want you to leave, I guess."
"Good. Cause, I'm not Grimm." She grinned and reached for his hand, holding it tightly. "Oh my gosh!" She said, looking down. "I made your hand bleed!"
"Yes, you mortally wounded me when you were getting that stuff poured on you." Puck said, his eyes glittering.
"I'm sorry!" Sabrina said, pulling his hand onto her lap and examining it.
"It's fine, Sabrina." He laughed, pulling her hand away and brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. She smiled against his hand and held it against her cheek, her lips brushing it. "Thank you, Puck. You saved me."
"Yes, for the four hundredth time, I saved your butt."
"You've counted?" She laughed, settling back into her pillows.
"Of course I have!"
"Only you would bother counting how many times you've saved me."
He grinned evilly and and pressed his forehead against the edge of her bed, holding her hand.
"Are you tired, Puck?" She laughed.
"Of course I'm tired! I fought a dragon today, interrogated a prisoner, and was maimed by my girlfriend while she was in pain."
Sabrina stuck her tongue out at him, and sighed. "It was an accident! I'd love to see what you'd do with that stuff poured on you."
"I'm sure I would be more heroic then you." She laughed aloud, and pretended to look hurt. "I'm going to personally insist they use that on you next time you cut yourself being stupid."
"I have never been stupid, Grimm. I'm magnificent."
"Magnificently smelly." She joked, winking.
"That hurts, Ugly. That hurts deep."
"I meant it too."
"How dare you. Picking on your loving and doting boyfriend."
"Oh, so calling me ugly is loving and doting?" She said, blowing a raspberry at him.
"Yes. It's so loving that you couldn't comprehend it."
"Enlighten me." He grinned happily and leaned in to kiss her, his slightly chapped lips soothing her into a peaceful silence.
"Better?" He asked softly, nuzzling his nose into her shoulder, sleepily.
"Much." He climbed onto the bed beside her, holding her tightly as she fell asleep against his chest, this time, a not so peaceful sleep.