Chapter 2

Sabrina opened her eyes, blinded by the bright morning light. She sat up, still unable to see much in the sun, and swung her legs off the bed, setting her feet on the floor with a squish. It took her a second to realize all was not right. Feet do not generally go "squish". She slowly looked down, dreading what she would see. As her vision slowly adjusted, she found her feet in a puddle of what appeared to be a strange mixture of maple syrup and superglue.

"PUCK!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. She had thought maybe he would have matured over the past three years; however, evidently she had been mistaken. Who did she think she was kidding; he was and would forever be the immature fairy she had met when she was eleven years old.

"You'll pay for that one, fairy boy!"

She stood up, removed her feet from the sticky puddle with some difficulty, and sprinted across the room as fast as she could what with her feet being more and more difficult to remove from the floor with each step, pulling on her bathrobe over her pjs. She opened the door, and upon stepping out into the hallway found herself stepping on piles of various breakfast cereals. Honestly, did the boy think about anything other than food and tormenting her? Sabrina was starting to think not.

"Oooh, you will so pay for your breakfast themed pranks" Sabrina muttered.

She sprinted down the hallway to the door of the fairy's room, wrenched it open, and ran inside, door slamming behind her. She had forgotten just how massive the boy's room, for lack of a better word, was. It was a forest, complete with rivers and trees, and a beautiful night sky. She raced down the path to find the boy. She reached the trampoline he used as a bed, which is where he was waiting, clearly anticipating her as he hovered in mid-air.

"So I see you found your welcome home present Grimm" he said with an enormous smirk on his face that made Sabrina want to punch him more than anything else on earth.

"So I see you have not matured a single bit in five years. Looks like I was kidding myself."

"Did you honestly think someone who is four thousand years old would change in five years? Besides, Grimm, we both know you love my magnificence.

"Not when your, 'magnificence,' as you so generously put it, involves rolling around in breakfast food" she replied.

"Oh, cry me a river. What do I care, I already have one over there" he gestured to the stream running through the middle of the forest. "Now get out! I can't have you contaminating this place any more than you already have. Plus, I have… stuff to do."

"Oh ya? What sort of emstuff,/em hmm?" She asked, wondering if this could be her opportunity for payback.

"None of your business, is it Grimm? Now leave before I make you."

"I'd like to see you try."

"Have it your way then!" he replied, pulling something out from behind his back.

Oh no… Sabrina thought, but it was too late. She started running, but it was impossible to outrun the goo splattering all over creation from the "water" balloon mutation he had just flung at her. She kept running, not looking back until she reached the bathroom and took a long, hot shower.

As it is with most people, the shower was one of Sabrina's favorite places to think. What would these next few months in Ferryport Landing hold? What was Puck planning (and did she even want to know)? What was for breakfast? The list went on and on.

When she got out of the shower, she threw on shorts and a t-shirt, threw her pjs in the wash, and went downstairs.

"Good morning, libeling," said Granny Relda. "Would you like some eggs?"

"Uhm…" she hesitated seeing the violet substance her grandmother had decided to call eggs. "That's alright; I'm not very hungry yet…"

Just then Daphne came bouncing into the kitchen, with a magnificent display of food running down her front as usual.

"Sabrina! Glad you're up; we have a BIG day ahead of us! We're going to see…" she rattled off a lengthy list of old Everafter friends whom they had not seen in years.

Sabrina had never really taken to the Everafters. Of course, she liked many of them, and was great friends with several. However, something about them had never sat quite right with her. She didn't have a huge desire to see any of them again; everyone she really wanted to see was here.

"That's great but, uh, mind if I stay behind? I'm still pretty… tired… from the trip…" she said, not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings, but not wanting to go along either.

"Of course, liebling, we wouldn't want you to be miserable the entire time," replied Granny Relda.

" Yes, and I think it's just as well. A certain someone's birthday is in… two days? If I remember correctly…" Veronica said with a smile.

Sabrina rolled her eyes. Her eighteenth birthday was a relatively trivial matter to her at the moment. To, Sabrina it was just another birthday, and she was not one to make a big deal out of a birthday anyways. The way she saw it, you were simply celebrating being a day older than you were yesterday, a year older than you were last year. Which in her opinion was just plain silly.

"Alright. I'll stay here and catch up on some sleep or something."

"Okay honey, we'll be back in a few hours," Veronica said, scooping up little Basil as the family finished their breakfast and began to shuffle out the door. "Puck can keep you company if you want, he's not coming either!"

"Great," Sabrina thought. "So much for a few peaceful hours."