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ExperimentalHeart-I just wanted to answer your questions. I have to admit, I'm writing this kind of blindly. Sabrina's supposed to be around 17, along with Puck. I'm re-reading the series as we speak. The reason I'm leaving a lot of characters up in the air is that I have yet to read the final book. I don't know where Michael Buckley leaves them. I'm guessing they all live, and Mirror/The Scarlet Hand is defeated, but I can't be sure. That's my reason for being vague. :) Thank you for your review!

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Disclaimer: The Sisters Grimm doesn't belong to me.

©HomeschoolGirl 2012, or at least this actual post is. The characters, not so much. But anyway, please don't use this as your own. Thanks!


They found themselves in the woods-oddly enough, the place where they had first met. Where Puck had tried to drown her.

"I wasn't going to," he reminded Sabrina upon her making this observation.

She rolled her eyes. "I know. I'm just saying that you acted like you were going to. And luckily, you didn't."

"Luckily?"

She nudged Puck's leg with her foot from where she was sitting on a log. Puck had opted to lie down in the grass, hoping for a chance to get filthy. It hadn't worked.

"You know, I think this puberty virus is also a germ repellent," he noted, sitting up. He stared at Sabrina. "I mean-you're never dirty. Are you?"

She sighed. "No, but that's because I take showers. And so do you."

He groaned. "I hate showers."

She slid down beside him, unconsciously pressing her leg against his. "Showers are fun, Puck. You just need to find a way to make them more exciting."

He snapped his fingers. "Monkeys! Or…uh…"

"Bubbles," Sabrina finished. "Not monkeys. That's a recipe for disaster."

"You are such a killjoy, Grimm."

"Oh, quit being such a baby."

"I'm not a baby! I'm a villain! Or a hero…" He paused. "Whatever happened to the trickster king, eh? The kid who never was going to get old-"

Sabrina snickered. "Daphne thought you were Peter Pan."

He pretended to throw up. "Please, don't remind me. It's too painful."

She paused expectantly, waiting for him to continue. He realized and then smiled.

"I guess what I mean is…what happened to me?"

"You grew up."

"I still don't know what for."

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "Because we get married-" She realized her slip up and blushed deeply. "What I mean is…"

"I know, I know. Us. Husband and wife."

She wrinkled her nose. "You're more of a brother than anything."

"Gee, thanks." He patted her knee. "Lovely to be a part of the family. I'm just glad I didn't get the genes because if I did I'd be dog ug-"

She elbowed him in the stomach before he could continue. Puck bent over, wheezing, struggling to get air.

Sabrina giggled. "Ooh…the trickster king is a little breathless!"

He gasped out a reply and lunged at her, knocking her to the ground. For a moment, they wrestled. Her hands went to his neck, pushing him away, and he pinned her down with his knee. She wriggled under him.

"Say you surrender!" Puck shouted in her face.

She coughed. His breath stank. "Heck no!"

"Fine!" He put more of his weight on her, adding another knee to her stomach. "How about now? Do you surrender?"

Sabrina grinned, shoving against his shoulders. "Never ever ever."

"How about-"

Before he could finish his sentence she threw her body against him. He fell back and they topped over once more, her with the advantage this time.

"Do you give up yet?" She asked, trying to catch her breath while straddling his chest.

His hands went to her thighs as he tried to move her. "NO!"

"Are you positive?" She bounced a little, and he groaned.

"Ouch! How much do you weigh, Grimm? And I will never surrender!"

"Are you absolutely positively one hundred percent sure?" Sabrina was absolutely positively one hundred percent sure she was enjoying this strange form of torture way too much.

"Never…Grimm…" He pushed hard against her hips, but his hands slipped against the denim of her jeans. They slid back, as if with a mind of their own, and landed. Right. On. Her. Butt.

For a moment they just stared at each other, horrified. Sabrina opened her mouth but no sound came out. Puck did the same.

"M-move!" She stuttered at last, unwilling to get up off him.

He grinned. She could practically see the light bulb go off in his head.

"No," he said, keeping his hands there. On her behind. Where they did not, never in a million years, belong.

"Now," she said in a threatening tone.

He just grinned.

"Puck, I mean it…"

He tilted his head to the side. The dirt smeared in his hair. "What's wrong, Grimm? Is something making you uncomfortable?"

How could he be so at ease? "Yes, Puck," Sabrina said through gritted teeth, hoping to embarrass him. "Your hands are touching my butt. Please move them."

He glared at her. "Get up off me."

"Not until you surrender."

"Well, then…" He slipped his hands into her back pockets. Sabrina jumped in surprise. She stared at him, wide-eyed.

"Do not touch me, Puck. I mean it."

"I'm not touching you-I'm touching these lovely designer pants."

Sabrina sighed with annoyance. "They're jeans, and they're not designer. Learn your stuff, Puck."

"I'm sorry if my lack of clothes knowledge has offended you. But you're crushing me. Please get up before I die."

"Not until you stop touching me!"

"Just quit being so stubborn and get up, Grimm!"

Sabrina frowned. "No! Not until you let go."

"Let go of what?"

"MY BOTTOM!" She thundered.

Puck seemed so surprised, he withdrew his hands. Sabrina got up off him, kicking his arm as she went. She turned and started walking, absolutely fuming.

"Hey!" He called after her, jogging to keep up. "Wait a second."

She ignored him, keeping her hand down. This was all so confusing. The last thing they needed was another barrier broken in their already confusing relationship.

"Sabrina, please-"

She whirled around, hoping he was right behind her so she could pummel him to death. He wasn't however. It only took her a split second of looking to see him hovering in the air above her. His pink winks looked translucent in the sun. He was sort of beautiful, in his own hideous way.

Sabrina shoved these thoughts from her mind and instead glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Hey," Puck said sheepishly, sinking down to her level.

She just stared.

"So…I think I went a wee bit overboard." He pinched the air with his fingers. "I was just trying to win…whatever incredibly strange game we were playing."

"Uh-huh," she said flatly.

He smiled. "So, yeah. That's pretty much it."

Sabrina threw her hands up in the air. "What? No, 'I'm sorry'? Gosh, Puck. Would it kill you to be half decent one-percent of the time?"

He blinked. "Grimm, are you on your period or something?"

She blushed, seeing as she actually was. "No! Jeez, Puck…"

He blushed too, looking at the ground. "Oh, I see. Well, sorry."

"It's not that hard, is it, Puck?"

"What?" He raised his eyes.

She grinned. "You just said sorry."

He narrowed his eyes. "It was an accident."

"Are you sure?"

"YES!"

Sabrina laughed. "I don't know…it seemed pretty sincere to me."

"It was NOT."

"Uh-huh."


They picked Daphne up from school, as usual. Red opted to walk home, even though the walk was long. Granny Relda said it was her way of coping. Sometimes, she had bad days. Being in school was at times over-stimulating and bought back too much.

So that's why, when Daphne slid into the backseat alone, Sabrina didn't question Red's absence. She just asked her sister how her day was, and upon receiving a slightly cold, "Fine", hit the gas.

"So, Sabrina said, making a left and turning up the pathway to her home. Ferryport landing was more deserted than ever, lately. After defeating Mirror and coming back home, the whole town had to be built back up. The construction was just getting started. But it looked better, at least. Better was an improvement.

"So," Daphne said.

"So," Puck said.

"So," Sabrina said again.

They left it at that.


Granny Relda was waiting for them with a plate of cookies when they got home. Sabrina took one, feeling slightly guilty for skipping school, and bit down. The cookie's outer layer was spongy, and it was filled with some kind of congealed liquid inside.

"Ooh!" Daphne exclaimed as the cookie burst in her mouth. She pulled it back to take a look at its contents. They were a bright, almost glowing pink.

Puck shoved three in his mouth as he made his way to the refrigerator. Sabrina grasped her stomach, realizing they had missed lunch.

"What's in this, Granny?" Daphne asked sweetly.

"Hibiscus and lemon gel, libeling. Quite good, isn't it?"

"Uh-huh," Daphne agreed, taking another.

For the next hour they lazed around the house. Sabrina wrote in her Grimm journal. After four years with the thing, it was almost completely full. She only stopped writing when her hand started to cramp, and then went upstairs to see what Daphne was up to.

Her sister was curled up on the bed they shared, in the room that used to be her father's. In her hands she held a thick book of some kind.

"What're you reading?" Sabrina asked, sitting down.

For a moment Daphne ignored her, but then sighed. "A Midsummer Night's Dream…and it's so confusing."

"Here, let me see." Sabrina reached for the book and took it, adjusting it in her lap. She stared at the page for a moment, unblinking.

"Is this…is this Puck?" She gasped at last.

Daphne nodded solemnly. "The very same."

"Holy cow! What happened to him?"

"I adapted," a voice came from the doorway. Both girls jumped and spun around to glare at him.

Puck sauntered into the room, sitting down beside Sabrina. "Give me that," he said, snatching it from Sabrina. He thumbed through the pages fondly, sighing occasionally, nodding at other times.

"What do you mean, you adapted?" Daphne asked after a moment.

Puck shrugged. "Times changed, and so did I."

"You used a lot of confusing words," Daphne said with a sigh

He nodded in agreement. "I didn't even understand what I was saying. But still, I am the most famous character in the history of books."

"Hardly," Sabrina said shrewdly, standing up. She smiled at Daphne. "Let's give mom and dad a call, and see how their vacation with Uncle Jake is going."

"Okay," Daphne agreed. Together, they walked downstairs, leaving Puck to his own admiring.

"Most famous character in history," he said again.