Sorry it took so long guys! It took a while to decide whether I wanted to all not and it took even longer to actually write the chapter.

I hope you like it and thanks for the reviews on my other chapter.

Btw, sorry about the mix of a picnic in snow. I forgot because Christmas is in Summer here :] (thanks for the correcting Curlscat!)

~Ice

Sabrina edged herself away from the blonde fairy as far as she could but that was near impossible in the family car. Whenever the backfiring junk came to a sudden stop the rope that was used as seatbelts grazed her skin. They were going on a picnic by the riverside.

It had taken them a little while to notice that Sabrina hadn't followed the swaggering Puck down to the kitchen. Meanwhile, she had to run away from chimps armed with glop grenades (including a chimpanzee with nail polish on) and avoid being spattered with ice cream from the clumsy-handed kangaroo in the boxing ring. Uncle Jake had spread the word about how 'close' they had been. Throughout the whole day the blonde girl had expected Puck to tease her about the mistletoe but he had kept silent. But sometimes she caught staring at her from across the kitchen table or through the fronds of the Christmas tree.

Suddenly the car turned and Sabrina found herself squashed up against Puck. He smirked. 'Can't keep away from me can you,' he said, somewhat seductively. Sabrina grunted with disgust. She pushed herself away from him and crossed her arms indignantly. Beside her Red and Daphne giggled, snugged up into one seat. She looked into the rear-view mirror and saw that her face was bright red like a tomato.

When they reached the river they found that Uncle Jake and Briar Rose had already set up the picnic. Daphne and Red bugged Granny Relda about going to the toilet, so the scrubbed-clean-for-Christmas boy took advantage of her leave.

'Time to get down and dirty,' Puck said and pink wings sprouting from his back he flew down towards the river.

'Liebling! Catch him!' Granny Relda shouted.

'Why me?' Sabrina shouted back. She wasn't going to face him alone again after that morning. 'What about Uncle Jake?'

But already she could tell that her uncle and Ms. Rose were romancing away, making goo-goo eyes at each other. Grumbling, she ran down the river after the flying boy.

xxx

The 12-year-old girl let out a shrill shriek as she slipped in the mud. She spun around. Puck should be here. She had just landed face-down in a swamp of mud and guck. Where is he? She stumbled to her feet.

'Puck?' she shouted. The surface rippled and straining her eyes, she saw the silvery film of Puck's wings. Without thinking she pulled off her scarf and sweater and plunged into the icy cold water. It felt like a thousand of knifes pricking her skin at the same time. Already her toes began to feel numb. She kicked her feet time and time again. Breaching the surface she gasped for air, filling her aching lungs. Shivering she paddled towards the spot where she had seen him last. She could feel the frost forming on lashes and hair.

She scanned the water desperately but then something clutched itself onto her head and pulled her under. She struggled until she could struggle no more and had to take a breath. But strangely she found that she could breathe. Opening her eyes she found a crab-claw tipped spear pointed straight at her throat and two mermen eyeing her.

'This is the one that stole the piece of the Vorpal Blade,' one with a blue-green tail said. 'The Princess confirmed it'.

'Let's bring her in,' the other with a red tail said.

'No! Let me go,' Sabrina struggled, her voice bubbly. 'Did you not know I saved the town with that thing?'

She was hysterical. She punched at them and kicked at them but she could see the muscles rippling under their pale-blue skin as clear as day. They were much too strong. She screamed and shouted but she doubted anyone could hear. Every time she made too much noise the red-tailed merman jabbed the spear at her face threateningly. She could see them nearing their city made of rubbish.

'You guys are much-o crazy!' she shouted, adopting one of Daphne's phrases. 'Once my grandmother finds out about this you're all fried fish with chips!'

They both laughed but their laughter was stopped abruptly. Their tight loosened and she felt herself being pulled towards the surface by her hair. Once the two had recovered from an unfortunate hit on the head, they chased after her but she had already broken the surface and hovered in the air. She couldn't breathe.

She felt herself being laid down on the ground. She still couldn't breathe. Suddenly her mind clicked, recalling memories of when her, Uncle Jake and Daphne ventured down into the deep. It was the starfish. But she couldn't bring her arms up.

'Sabrina! Sabrina!' someone shouted her name. She opened her eyes slightly. Her vision was blurred but she could tell it was Puck. His blue eyes dazzled like diamonds.

'The s-starfish,' she gurgled. Suddenly she could breathe again. She hurled up a mouthful of water on the ground beside her.

'Sabrina, are you okay?' Puck half-screamed. She could tell he was losing it.

'Cold,' Sabrina smiled. The fairy-boy let out a sigh of relief. He wrapped his pink wings around her body.

'We have to get you back'.

'Not yet'.

Sabrina gazed out at the serenity of the river. She fingered Puck's wings. They were soft and velvety. She turned and saw Puck staring at her.

'Remember when you were about to push me into the pool?' she asked. He laughed.

'Yeah and when you did 'CPR' on me,' he chuckled. She punched him in the arm. He rubbed his arms in mock pain. 'And how I wrapped you with my wings in the farmhouse'.

'And how you cried like a baby at the Dad's funeral'.

Puck stuck out his tongue. He got up and held out his hand. She smiled and took it and together they walked back to the picnic.

xxx

Sabrina wrapped her wet blonde hair up in a towel after stepping out of the shower. She stumbled into her bedroom, rubbing her hair dry. She plopped down onto her hair to feel a sharp pain in her back. Jumping up, she found a box under her blanket. Checking that Daphne was still downstairs she opened it.

A sprig of mistletoe fell out and a card. On the piece of white cardboard was the words written: 'Merry Christmas Stinkpot'. She walked over to the bed but found her hand reluctant to throw it away. Instead she walked back to her bed and tucked it into her pillowcase. She smiled and ran down to dinner.

That night when she drifted off to sleep she felt the little bump in her pillowcase and smiled.

This is probably the last chapter. Please review :DDD