A/N Hello, hello! Sorry it's been so long, my dears. I've been busy—who knew my summer would be so packed? Most of the time, I'm just sitting at home doing nothing. But this time, I actually have stuff to do.

But all's well that ends well.

I hope you like it. Again, I'm sorry I haven't been updating. Part of it is that I'm busy, and part of it is that I've been working on my series. Like, the one I actually want to get published in the real world. and…well, I've become addicted to it. But I finally realized I should update.

Once again, thanks to the AMAZING Lara D, who asked for this story. 3

Chapter Two

Sabrina's POV

I was sitting in my room reading one of the family journals when Daphne came in. I looked up, and she smiled hugely at me.

"Look what I got you," she said, holding up a plate with a muffin on it. "I stole it before Puck ate them all."

I grinned at my little sister. I hadn't had a normal muffin in God knows how long. Wait…

"Um. Daphne…who made the muffins?" I asked. You could never be too careful in this house.

"Uncle Jake," she said, rolling her eyes. While I had a big problem with Granny Relda's cooking, Daphne loved it—every weird, oddly colored bit of it.

"Good," I said, taking the plate. It tore a piece of the muffin off from the whole, and as soon as I did, I felt this odd tingling—kinda like what I got from magic. But I ignored it. I mean, who would put magic into muffins? Not even Uncle Jake did that.

I ate the muffin in a few bites. I hadn't realized how hungry I was—I'd skipped breakfast. When I was done, Daphne got out a hairbrush and started brushing my hair. It was a habit she had whenever she wanted to bond—or if she was scared.

As far as I knew, she didn't have anything to be scared of right now, so it had to be the former. Daphne started rambling about school, and a cute boy in her class. I didn't talk much—I mostly just mm'd and yeah'd in the right spots. There weren't any boys I liked in my class, and my school life was boring. But I was happy Daphne wanted to talk.

A moment later, she abruptly stopped brushing my hair.

"You should go talk to Uncle Jake," she said, pushing me towards the edge of the bed.

"Um," I said, but Daphne interrupted me.

"Just go, ok? Trust me just this once."

Looking at her curiously, I walked to the door and opened it. This was obviously important to Daphne, although I couldn't imagine why. But why fight it? I had nothing else to do.

It was as I was walking down the hall towards Uncle Jake's room that I ran right into Puck.

My automatic reaction to being that close to him was to get closer. I don't understand why, but for the first few seconds, I just let myself be there. And then I came to my senses and pulled back.

Or tried to.

As both Puck and I struggled, nothing happened. Actually, that's a lie. Something did happen, just…not something I wanted. Instead of getting further away from Puck, I was drawn closer, until there was no space between us, save our clothes. At one point, Puck even tried to fly away, but instead of getting away from me, he just brought me with him.

Finally, we both stopped struggling.

"Grimm, what on earth did you do to me?" Puck demanded. My defenses automatically went up.

"Me? What did you do, smelly?" I cried. It came out meaner than I had meant it to, but there was nothing I could do about that.

"I didn't do anything!" Puck said, obviously offended by the notion. "You think I want to be attached to you? Or even near you?" he added.

That hurt. A lot. I could feel my eyes filling with tears against my will. I couldn't quite say why it hurt so much, it just did. A part of it, I guess, is that much as I hated to admit it, I valued Puck's opinion. That upset me a lot more than it should have, and it definitely affected what I did next.

Puck opened his mouth, and I decided I didn't want to hear him insult me anymore. And since I couldn't exactly walk away, I did the next best thing. I let my right hook take care of the situation.

"What was that for?" Puck asked, his eyes wide. I knew I punched hard—I could see the proof on his face.

"Ugh. Nevermind." I didn't want to tell him how much his opinion mattered to me. "How do we get away from each other?" It was clear to me that there was some sort of mystery here, and my Grimm senses were tingling.

"No. Tell me," Puck said in his "king" voice. He wasn't giving me a choice here, and that pissed me off even more.

"No! I don't want to tell you!" I shouted at him. Even as I said that, I could feel something weird happening, but I ignored it.

"Well, you're gonna! When you punch me, you have to tell me why," Puck told me.

"Have to?" I said, my voice starting to fill with rage. "I don't have to do anything you tell me to. You don't control me, assface," I said with a bitter laugh. I had no idea where the cussing had come from—normally, I'm not a cusser. But…something about him, and this situation, made me want to cuss. A lot. It was probably just rage.

"ME, an assface?" Puck said, looking angrier by the moment. "Yeah, right. You're the one-," he began, but I interrupted.

"Look, fighting won't do jack," I said, trying to calm myself down. "Let's just go and talk to Uncle Jake." I had a strange feeling he had had some part in this.

Grumbling under his breath, Puck started walking, and I was forced to walk backwards.

"HEY!" I exclaimed. "Don't do that. I'm gonna die if I walk backwards!" Only Puck wouldn't realize that.

Puck glared at me, and I glared right back. We both knew he had to help me—it was his job, whether we liked it or not. Puck picked me up bridal style like it was nothing. I knew he was strong, and I knew that I was light, but I felt like that was ridiculous.

A few moments later, we arrived outside of my uncle's door. Puck put me down and started banging loudly on the door. I had a feeling that he was using the door as a vent for his anger. After a few seconds of that, Jake came to the door. As soon as he saw us, he grinned, and my fears were confirmed. He was the reason I was stuck to Puck.

"What the hell did you do to us?" Puck and I asked at the same time. Once again, I was shocked by my cussing, but sometimes? Sometimes the only way to make your point is to cuss. So that's what I did.

"Do what?" Uncle Jake asked, too innocent.

Puck growled. "Don't play dumb with us. We know you're the reason we're stuck together. Now tell us the whole story."

Jake grinned and shook his head, and from behind us, Daphne said, "Actually, I'm the one who did this to you. Uncle Jake just supplied the ingredients."

I spun around to stare at my little sister, surprised when I saw the truth on her face. She was grinning, very much like Uncle Jake, and it was clear she was enjoying this way too much. My little sister was the reason I was stuck to the most arrogant, rude, obnoxious boy in the whole world.