EDITED
How this all started, continued….
The two of them sat in the back of the limo in silence, or rather they were silent as Titania screeched into her cell phone. It would appear that she was trying to convince a secretary to put her through to her boss, and that she wasn't going to take no for an answer. Sabrina couldn't help but stare at the woman as some of the most colorful language she would ever hear filled the car. Puck, on the other hand, was used to it. His mother hated scheduling in advance and had a thing for showing up at random times demanding to be served. She had never once been declined.
Titania shut her phone with a snap, pleased with her resourcefulness. It wasn't easy to create completely new identities for two teenagers, and it was even harder to make sure they fit those new identities. But she knew the best and, once the stupid secretary she had been talking to decided to check who she was talking to, she had gotten everything she wanted. The last time she had had to go through so much trouble to convince someone was when she told DaVinci that the Mona Lisa shouldn't have eyebrows, those things were just monstrous. She had been right of course, but DaVinci had never liked people telling him what to do. In the end he had caved, and now the Mona Lisa was world-renowned. If people just listened to what she had to say in the first place, it would save her a lot of screaming.
Puck took one look at his mother's smug smile and felt his stomach drop.
"Mom, please tell me you didn't schedule an appointment with Lucy." He groaned at his mother's incredulous look, as if to say 'Whom else would I schedule an appointment with?'
Shortly after their interaction the car pulled up at a seemingly ordinary brownstone. Titania promptly left them on the curb, informing them that a car would bring them to their new home once they were done.
Sabrina watched as Puck stood a little straighter, an apprehensive look on his face as he regarded the building in front of them. He turned to her, a nervous smile on his face.
"So, you ready to meet the looney?"
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A rather harried looking secretary had immediately directed them into the basement of the building. The room was very strange, but the woman sitting in the middle was the strangest of all. She straightened slightly as the two of them entered, as if she was listening to the reverberations of their footsteps on the metal staircase.
Sabrina only had enough time to come to the conclusion that the person they were meeting clearly knew magic as the roof gave a spectacular view of the night sky despite the fact that they were several stories underground before she had the air knocked out of her.
"Welcome!" the woman who could only be Lucy grabbed her around the waist, pulling her into a tight hug before releasing her. From the brief glimpse Sabrina got of her, she looked like she was in her mid-twenties, and very beautiful. "The world needs more happiness, that's why I hugged you." Lucy explained before launching herself at Puck, who managed not to stumble like Sabrina had.
"Lucy, you've changed." Puck said with a grin, the two of them clearly sharing a private joke. "What's the personality this week?" Puck seemed completely at ease around the strange woman, feeling comfortable enough to throw himself on one of her sagging couches and put his feet on the table in front of it.
"A Goth who is environmentally conscious and has an obsession with the night sky." She grinned, finger twirled in her long navy hair. True to her word, she was decked out like a Goth queen: black makeup, dog collar, platform boots, the works. The only strange thing was that her dress was a very bright shade of pink, a tutu and leotard to be exact.
"And the tutu?" Sabrina asked curiously. If Puck was comfortable around Lucy, there's no reason she shouldn't be.
"I felt like being a ballerina. Anyway, it's a pleasure to meet you. Anyone that is a friend of Puck's is a friend of mine, though you might not think it since I haven't seen you since before the war." She gave Puck a pointed look that he ignored, focusing on a blanket that was dangling from a wooden sculpture above him. She redirected her attention to Sabrina and continued. "So, I'll be the person in charge of dressing you! I have a your school uniforms ready, though they are rather bland. Unfortunately, there isn't a lot of change I can do to it without breaking the school's dress code. But as I always say, it's all in the accessories! Oh, that and that dark brown and navy will always clash." She moved with surprising grace in her platform heels, jumping onto one of the beanbag chairs simply lying around.
Half of the room looked as if someone took every chair that had every looked comfortable, be it a high chair or mat, and scattered them around half of the room. The other half of the room was wide and open, the wall actually just a giant curtain. Sabrina could only assume that the clothes lay behind there.
"Sabrina, are you ready? If you could just step through those curtains." Lucy smiled, surprisingly close seeing as Sabrina hadn't heard her walking. Her respect for the girl immediately rose; this was someone who knew how to sneak.
"Go on, Grimm, Lucy is going to make sure that people don't hurl every time you walk by." Puck smirked at her, having moved to a sofa facing the curtains. She scowled reflexively in return, but her heart wasn't in it. She hadn't been truly angry with him in a while, though she did manage to be peeved every so often. It was unnerving that she no longer felt loathing towards him at every waking moment, and it really wasn't fair that someone lounging so carelessly in a permanently stained sweatshirt could look so good.
"I think you might be more in need of a makeover than me." She retorted, ignoring Lucy as she tried to hurry her behind the curtain.
"Please, Grimm, I'm beautiful as is." He winked, an all too familiar smirk on his face. Sabrina blushed, stumbling enough for Lucy to gain the upper hand and shove her into the other room. A loud crash and a startled scream caused Puck to laugh; this was going to be fun. Well, fun for him at least.
"Puck won't actually be needing a makeover. If you're going to be infiltrating a group of everafters, it might actually be better if they recognize him as one. You can just pretend to be tired of the Grimms after all these years." Lucy explained, still trying to hurry Sabrina along. She didn't like that Sabrina was walking backwards so as to talk to Puck.
"See, Grimm? Perfection, right here." He smirked as Sabrina scowled, distracting her just as Lucy shoved her behind a curtain. The end result was a rather loud crash.
"Are you okay?" the voices were slightly muffled from the heavy curtain, but Puck could still hear them, as long as they didn't whisper. His hearing was good, but not that good.
"Yeah, did I break anything?"
"No. Wait a minute. Actually, you broke one of the heels. Don't worry though; I was going to throw it out anyway." Puck had just enough time to take cover under a quilt on the couch before a stiletto came whizzing over his head. Peeking over the back of the couch revealed the stiletto in the ground, the heel stuck in the wooden floor. Puck gulped, rubbing his throat before turning back to the curtain.
"What about the other one?"
Puck would have thrown a glop-grenade at her for that comment, something he hadn't done for quite some time. He didn't know why, she clearly deserved it.
He jumped behind the couch, watching as another heel went flying over his head, its spinning reminding him of throwing stars.
Maybe he should stay behind the couch….
"Okay, first things first, you need to get out of those clothes."
Lucy's words prompted him to launch himself back over the couch. He sat up eagerly for a moment before frowning at himself. What was wrong with him?
He knew the answer. He was a teenage boy, a 4000-year-old teenager to be exact. His hormones seemed to be making up for lost time.
Luckily (or unluckily-he couldn't decide), Lucy had some kind of breeze going through the room despite the fact that they were underground. The curtain rippled, a small gap appearing. Between them, he could seen Sabrina, her back to him. It was only a split second, but that was all a teenage boy ever needed. She already had her shirt off, her fingers grasping the clasp of her bra. That was it, but seeing her pale skin did things to him that made him happy he had a blanket. What was wrong with him?
There were a few more minutes of rustling clothes as Lucy murmured to herself, the words too quiet for Puck to make them out. It was during those few minutes that Puck tried to meditate. He needed to calm down in case he had to stand up, or if the blanket wasn't cover enough. A gasp and Sabrina's stubborn words startled him from his trance.
"There is no way I am wearing that!" Oh, she was going to wear it; Lucy hated it when people refused to wear her clothing. It was always the same. Lucy was very, very persuasive, and it was far too quiet.
There was a small scream as Sabrina was shoved out of the curtain looking very, very angry.
"If I go to school like this, then they're going to kick me out and send me to a whore house." She growled at Lucy. Puck was suddenly very, very happy he still had the blanket, and very, very angry with himself for having this reaction to Sabrina of all people.
Her shirt was unbuttoned to a dangerously low level, red lace peaking out of it. The shirt was short for Puck to see the beginning of the long scar that crossed her torso, starting at her left chest, trailing down the center of her chest, and then ending above her right hip. He shuddered seeing that pale scar curving out from beneath the shirt. The memory of how Sabrina had gotten that scar still gave him the occasional nightmare.
Her skirt was close to being scandalous; high enough that Puck was positive that if she took one step forward, then he would get an eyeful of something very lacy. He wanted to hit himself for that thought.
"Well, I dare say Puck likes it." Lucy smirked at him, clearly forcing Sabrina into this outfit just to see his reaction.
"Oh please." Sabrina stuttered, bright red under Puck's gaze. She was clearly not comfortable with being forced into what might as well be a stripper uniform. She even had the clear stilettos. "Can I please get out of this? Plus, Puck has seen me in less so can we stop trying to make his head explode?" She composed herself enough to scowl at Lucy before walking surprisingly steadily back behind the curtain for someone with no experience in five inch heels.
"What did she mean by that?" Lucy turned towards him incredulously. She had always prided herself on knowing about Puck's life, every morbid detail, but this was new.
She was lying on the ground, her shirt shredded from the blow. Blood was staining his hands as he pushed down on the wound, his voice hoarse as he screamed at her to open her eyes.
"It's not what you think." He shook his head to rid himself of the memory. Lucy gave him a curious look before following Sabrina behind the curtain.
He was left alone again, hoping that Lucy would take her job seriously and make Sabrina fit in at the school. The only problem with the two of them going undercover was that if there were any former members of the Scarlet Hand hiding in the school that they might recognize the two of them. After the Great War, they were a lot less inconspicuous. Luckily, Lucy was experienced in disguises. She did do a complete makeover on herself, soul and body, every few days or so.
After ten minutes of simply staring at the curtain, waiting for whatever Lucy had cooked up, he got bored and started wandering around the room. As a child he had come here often, Lucy was a good friend to him back then. Not much had changed between the two of them, except him getting older and not pranking every living thing in sight. It was nice to see her place again.
He searched the floor for a few minutes. If he was right, and he normally was, then she wouldn't have moved his chest.
Puck pushed one of the larger sofas over a few feet, grinning at the discolored floorboard that was now revealed. Stomping on it caused it to slide to the side, revealing a small chamber beneath. When he was younger he would hide random things in there, his own little hiding place.
Puck grabbed a ball from the hole, grinning at his old toy. Taking aim at a nearby wall he threw it, grinning as it ricocheted wildly.
This was one of his favorite games as a child, one that used to drive his mother wild. What had started as an ordinary baseball had somehow found its way into one of Cobweb's potions, giving it extremely bouncy qualities. Since the ball belonged to Mustardseed, Puck had stolen it for himself. He had kept it in Lucy's place to keep his father from taking it; he had just loved getting rid of anything that entertained his least favorite son. Though he supposed there was no worry of that happening now that Oberon was dead.
But when it was necessary, Puck had hid it, hanging out with the one person who loved chaos as much as he did.
Puck ducked as the ball whizzed towards his head and then jumped to avoid it a moment later, weaving his way through the room as the ball increased in speed. The rules to his game changed every time, but one thing remained constant: don't let the ball touch you.
He was enjoying himself until the ball suddenly changed direction, heading towards the curtain. He watched in horror as it sped through, anticipating a scream as it caused havoc.
"Puck!" The expected scream came, and he winced. His expression of fear changed suddenly, however, as someone he did not recognize stepped from behind the curtain.
Her long legs were pleasing to the eye, the view cut off by a well-fitting green plaid skirt that clung to her hips. The white polo was tight enough to show that the wearer had an appealing body, with just a single button concealing a more interesting view. Her hair was a dark red and curled around her shoulders. But it was when he looked at her face, beneath all the make-up, that he recognized the expression of a pissed-off Grimm.
"Sabrina?" he stared at her with wide eyes.
"What the hell is this thing?" she held out her hand, the vibrating ball clenched in her hands.
"How on earth did you catch that thing?" he asked, grabbing it from her hands and pushing hard on it to stop the shaking
"Did you forget all of those lessons we had to take? I bet I could take you in dodgeball at this point."
"I'd pay to see that." Lucy grinned as she stepped from behind the curtain. "So, Puck, what do you think?" her grin was wide as she posed the question. Puck suddenly felt very hot.
"Ah-um-I mean… You look like a girl now, at least." He spluttered out. He was going to need to have a long talk with Lucy later.
"What exactly do you mean by that, Puck?" Sabrina asked, her hand on her now cocked hip. Puck swallowed.
"I just mean you usually wear, I don't know, baggier clothes and such and well-"
"So, in order for someone to 'look like a girl,' they have to wear tight clothes and a short skirt?" she raised an eyebrow. Puck started to panic.
"I-"
"I'm just messing with you, Puck. I know I look completely different. But I guess that's the point of all this." She crossed her arms and turned to Lucy. "What else do you have for me?"
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"Can you please stop staring?" She didn't even have to look at Puck to know he was staring; he hadn't taken his eyes off of her since they left Lucy's place.
Puck hurriedly averted his eyes to the front of the car. He hadn't meant to stare; there was really no reason he should. It was just Grimm, plain ordinary Grimm.
But, as his eyes involuntarily drifted back to the rather large portion of bare leg she was showing, he had to admit that she certainly didn't look the same. She didn't look like a soldier anymore. Her hair was no longer tied back in a tight braid or simply hanging around her face. Now, it seemed to bounce with every bump in the car, the tendrils dancing around her frame. The red was a nice touch as well; it made her look different somehow. He couldn't quite place how it made her look, and he wasn't sure he wanted to.
A sharp flick to his forehead brought him back to reality, as Sabrina had started to resort to physical violence to keep his eyes off her. He couldn't help but wonder if she would be looking at him the same way if Lucy had decided to give him a makeover.
Lucy had left him alone for the most part, giving him only the order to take a shower every day.
The biggest change would be their wardrobes. Out with the old and in with the new was her mantra (in fact, she invented the saying), and boy, did she take it seriously. She had even gotten rid of the clothing that they had worn into her place, replacing it with some of the most ridiculous clothes he had ever seen. He only hoped that she hadn't thrown out his sweatshirt. A lot of it was preppier than things either of them would ever wear. Sabrina had mentioned she wasn't even sure how she should put some of them together, and for that exact reason, both of them had been provided with lookbooks. When Lucy got involved in her work, she really got involved.
"Fine, keep staring. Can you at least tell me where we're going?"
Puck opened his mouth to comment that he was as lost as she was only to be cut off by the driver.
"We're going to your new apartment, Miss. Mrs. Goodfellow said you need to read the binder in the entry hall and rest up. Your first day of school is in two days, and you must be prepared." It was the first time that he spoke since he picked them up in Ferryport Landing. Apparently, he was British.
"I'm sorry, what did you say your name was?" Sabrina leaned forward, inadvertently giving Puck a very nice view. Shaking his head, he forced himself to look out the window.
"Alfred, Miss. Mrs. Titania has given me the task of looking after the two of you during your stay in New York. She said to say that she would call you later tonight in order to make sure everything was in order."
Puck frowned, he didn't like the idea of having someone that reported to his mother watching his every move.
"I don't have a cell phone. Neither does Sabrina."
"You'll find them in the bag at Mister Puck's feet. Your families' numbers are programmed in, but you should refrain from calling them unless it's an emergency. There is a secure landline in the penthouse that you can use to call them every day." Puck grabbed the bag, seeing two boxes with their names on them. Opening his, he found the latest iPhone. Sure enough, all of his family's and the Grimms' numbers were in the contacts. Sabrina found a similar phone in her box.
"These phones are one of a kind. Mister Puck, you'll find that yours has a program on it that you should find most helpful. Your grandmother mentioned that you had a gift for computers."
It was true. Puck's affinity for computers was part of the reason they had won the war in the end, as the Scarlet Hand hadn't even thought to utilize modern technology.
He found that his iPhone had an app that would allow him to access any security camera he wanted; all he had to do was sync up with the network they were on.
"Hey, Grimm, looks like I won't need to follow you all day. I can just stalk you using this!" he held up his iPhone gleefully, frowning when he realized she wasn't smiling.
"Just don't set up cameras in the bathrooms." She gave him a rather serious look, prompting Puck to slowly put down the phone. It was at that moment that they pulled up at a rather glamorous building.
A doorman opened the door for them and helped Alfred carry their bags inside. Another doorman was inside, sitting behind a desk. He nodded to them as Alfred directed them to a private elevator, a fact that Puck couldn't help but find ridiculous. Puck had no doubt that he was another spy for Titania. The two of them rode up the elevator in silence, Puck syncing his phone with the security camera in the elevator and Sabrina staring in the mirror. She was having trouble believing that the reflection really was her. It had been a while since she cared about how she looked, but this was such a drastic change that it was hard not to notice.
"Hey, stop looking at the mirror, you'll crack it. Anyway, we're here." Puck grabbed her hand, dragging her out of the elevator.
"Wow." Puck couldn't believe his mother. How much had she spent on this?
"This is amazing!" Sabrina gasped, stepping inside the house in order to explore.
The elevator opened onto a large, white room with windows making up the entire far wall, providing a rather spectacular view of the New York skyline. Throughout the room there were highlights of blue and silver, the large silver mirror above the bookshelf, the dark blue pillows on the couches and chairs, and the light silvery curtains covering the windows to name a few.
"Where's the TV?" Puck had grown to love television, but the living room held no sign of one. It was only when he stepped out of the elevator did he realize that there was actually a small room before the living room. It wasn't all that large, but there were large hallways leading out on either side. In the corner, there was a small table with a large binder on top of it. "I found the homework my mother was kind enough to leave us." He called out to Sabrina, not quite sure where she had disappeared to.
"Bring it in here!" he voice came from off of what he was now going to call the living room.
Entering the room, he couldn't help but notice just how large it really was. It was a spacious room with one of the walls only going about hallway down before stopping, leading into another room. He walked over to the other side, seeing a state of the art kitchen, or at least he assumed that that much shiny metal meant it must be pretty expensive, and a dining room. The two were separated by a fully stocked bar. Puck questioned his mother's sanity for allowing two teenagers to have easily accessible alcohol.
Sabrina was exploring the kitchen, completely ignoring the giant fish tank behind the head of the dinning room table and the artificial fireplace that was behind it. It looked pretty cool, the orange flames dancing from behind the swirling water.
"We have fish, apparently." He gestured to the fish tank in response to Sabrina's confused look. Apparently she had completely missed it. "Remind me not to turn into a cat around them."
"What's in the binder?" Sabrina asked, completely ignoring Puck's reference to the time he accidentally ate a mouse. She took a seat at the counter, grabbing the binder from Puck once he sat next to her.
Inside was a post-it note alerting them to the fact that their normal school day would be from 8 to 5 but for the first day it would only be from 9 to 2. Both of them groaned at the prospect of having such a long school day. Beneath the post-it was a manila folder marked CONFIDENTIAL. Sabrina was going to suggest not opening but Puck was already ripping off the top, the contents spilling on to the counter. At the top of the pile was a letter, clearly addressed to the two of them.
"Sabrina and Puck," she read "Please keep this in a very safe place. This folder contains everything we have been able to obtain about the school you will be attending. We haven't been able to gather much information about the students that attend there, that will be up to you.
The penthouse you are currently in has state of the art security, a panic room, conference room, and a room for you to train and research. The other half of the floor is labeled as under construction, in actuality, it has been sealed off. Only the two of you can access the training room, the procedure for opening the area can be found in the room down the hall- the door that won't open to anyone else. There is a panel of wood on the side, place your thumb there. Only your fingerprints and DNA can open it. The room can also be accessed through the elevator. In Sabrina's room, inside the dressing room, there is another room. This is the conference room. You can open the door the same way. Instructions for that room are inside it as well. Inside of the black box below this envelope is a touch pad that controls everything in this penthouse. It can be used to open the conference room and the training room under certain circumstances. Only the two of you can use the controller; it will detect when your particular DNA is controlling the remote, allowing only the two of you access. However, for this to work, it will need a small sample of blood from the both of you the first time you use it. After that, the entire house will be able to recognize your DNA and grant you access to the necessary rooms. Simply press your thumb on the indent and it will turn on. Burn this when you've finished."
"Nice of her to wish us good luck." Puck growled. Sabrina didn't respond, instead turning on the stove to set the paper alight and then tossing the burning remains in the sink. Puck took the opportunity to grab what looked like a tablet from the binder, knowing that if Sabrina grabbed it, it would probably be broken. She wasn't the best with electronics.
It was about the size of a composition notebook, the surface appearing to be made out of some kind of glass. It was impossibly thin, held together by a black rectangle along the left side of the glass and a smaller, flatter one on the right side. At the top of the left one, there was what appeared to be a small indent for your thumb, the rest of the rectangle made out of some kind of cool metal. Pressing his thumb to the indent, something sharp pricked his thumb. Startled, he dropped it.
"Puck, how can you mock my talent with electronics when you dropped that the first second you grab it?" She scowled at Puck as he sucked his thumb; the prick must have been how they got a sample of his blood.
"Most electronics don't stab you." He retorted, picking up the surprisingly unscratched tablet.
A red light appeared in the indent, the light swirling and curving along with what must have been a pattern of Puck's fingerprint. The light turned green and disappeared, along with the swirling pattern.
"Welcome." The voice belonged to a British man, the tone not unlike that of Alfred's. "Please state your name." Puck stared at Sabrina, his eyes wide as he held the remote in his hand, the glass having turned a milky shade of white.
"Puck." He said hesitantly. The screen changed color; this time a slightly transparent shade of silver with blue buttons lining the right side and Puck's name in green on the left.
"Oh, this is fantastic." Puck grinned as he found out that the screen was expandable. All you had to do was put pressure on any edge of the screen, pull, and it got longer. The black edges seemed to stretch as well. As he pulled he saw more things coming on the screen, causing him to shrink it back to its original size and scroll down. "This thing seriously has controls for everything. It even has a button for the shower!" He grinned evilly, clearly imagining ways of torturing Sabrina.
"Give me that." She grabbed it from his hand, changing the screen to fit her smaller hands.
"Unauthorized user detected. Please place thumb in indent." The screen turned red and the indent had a red circle around it. Grimacing, Sabrina pressed her finger in the groove and pulled back quickly as it pricked her, sucking her thumb as her blood and thumbprint was catalogued. The light turned green once again and the screen returned to normal. The only difference was that now her name was underneath Puck's, glowing green as well.
"Welcome Master Puck and Miss Sabrina." The soothing voice spoke again. Sabrina clearly found it more unnerving than calming and handed the remote back to him.
"I don't know about you, but I'm going to explore." She was about to leave when he grabbed her arm.
"Wait," was all he said as he pulled her back. He fiddled with the buttons on the screen until a very thin line appeared down the middle. She was about to reprimand him for cracking it when he pulled hard on the black edges and the two pieces smoothly slid apart. "Take one with you at least." He gave her one of the remotes, as he turned away mumbling about finding the television.
She examined her new remote; it looked exactly the same, right down to the indent for your thumb. She placed it in the minuscule pockets of her skirt; luckily, the remote could shrink to about the size of a quarter, and left the room.
The living room was impressive. As she left, she passed the two doors leading off of the living room. Peeking into one, she was greeted with a bathroom made up of black marble, the only colors the gold faucets and the red, exotic plant by the door.
She went back into the entry hall, looking at the two hallways leading off of it. Choosing the one to her right, she was greeted with a warm, mahogany room, a bookshelf with dusty classics and a love seat in deep green against the wall. The change from the sleek, modern, and pristine room was evident. The drastic changes in décor made her suspect that Lucy had decorated the house.
She had continued down the hall when her fingers found a bump in the wall. It was the end of the hallway, the only exit being a door to the right of her. Right in front of her there was a bump in the wall, a bump and indent about the size of her thumb.
"Puck! I think I found one of the rooms!" She called over her shoulder, pressing her thumb into the indent. There was a slight beep and the wall seemed to disappear, revealing a very metallic room inside. Stepping inside, the wall slid closed behind her.
Puck turned the corner, frowning when he couldn't find Sabrina. Reaching the end of the hallway, he spotted the same bump in the wall and realized what Sabrina must have found.
"Sabrina?" he called out, putting his finger against the bump. He wasn't expecting the wall to slide back, however, and he fell face forward into the room.
"Don't bother. If you really want to get through, then wave your remote in front of the door. I think it gives off some kind of signal."
Puck looked over at where she sat, spinning on a chair in front of a desk.
"Your desk is over there. We can get into the other safe room from here, but first, I think I'm going to go change." She stood up, going over to the separate wall, where a post-it note stated it led into her dressing room. As she stepped through, she let out a loud groan, clearly not happy with what she found.
This was insane. Lucy hadn't given her a closet; she had given her an entire department store. Sabrina had no idea how she was supposed to find anything. Running her fingers over the numerous racks of clothing (realizing that they could turn when she used the remote to control it) and looking up at the wall of shoes, she realized that getting ready in the morning just got a lot harder. Taking out her remote and fiddling for a moment she realized that Lucy had fulfilled her promise of making her a lookbook. All she had to do was input the occasion or what she was looking for, and by calculating the temperature outside and inside, it would give her a pre-made outfit. She let out a sigh of relief at seeing the option for something that she would wear at home, though she wasn't sure how Lucy would possibly know that. Never mind that- how had Lucy had the time to organize all of this?
Telling the remote she wanted to relax, the remote buzzed in her hand, the shelves and racks around her moving (a pair of mechanical arms coming out of no where to take them off of the rack) and placing her clothes on a long table. She was given a pair of worn-in jeans, a tank top, and a hoodie as well as some fuzzy, black socks; it was simple and comfy, as promised. Changing quickly, she threw her clothes into the hamper, staring at it as it made a whooshing noise and whisking her clothes away to who knows where.
She wandered around the room, amazed at how it seemed to resemble a jungle with the dark green, shaggy carpet and colorful walls. It was almost as if they were a collage, fabric covering parts of the wall, while patches of photographs peeked through almost as though it was sunlight shining through a rainforest's canopy. The ceiling was a sunroof completely, Sabrina idly wondered if she would be able to see the stars at night. She smoothed the dark green fabric of the sweatshirt and white tank top as she continued around the room. She was pretty sure that she saw a leather corset on one of the hangers…
Eventually, she found a part of the wall that didn't make sense, it seemed as though there was an entire part of the room walled off. Walking around it, she found a small indent in the wall, identical to the one on her remote and to access the office. She pressed her thumb on the wall and entered once the door slid open.
The two walls to the right and front of her were glass, the walls behind her a strange, silky-smooth black metal. Running her fingers over it seemed to awaken the computer, the screens turning on and turning a shade of light blue, with folders with people's names on them lining the screen. Seeing one that said Puck, she pressed it, turning around suddenly at the noise of shutters covering the windows. They appeared to be the same material that made up the computer screens only these didn't have anything on them.
"Um, Sabrina? Why did you show up on my remote?" Puck's face looked down on her from the screen, the background showing he was still in the office.
"Huh, I guess these things double as phones, too. Wait a sec, I want to test something." She went up to the screen, placing her remote on a ledge to the side of the screen. Placing her fingers on the image, she found she was able to change its size and even move it around the screen. Holding her remote in one hand and pushing the image to the side, she realized she could actually shift the image onto her remote. "Okay, that is just too cool." She smiled down at Puck, who currently looked very confused.
"Where are you?"
"Just go through the door I went through and keep walking forward, I'll open the door for you." She walked over to the metal door, waving it open with her remote as she watched Puck make his way out of the office. Hearing his gasp and seeing his expression when he saw her closet was priceless.
"Why the hell do you have an astronaut costume in here!" he shouted to her, clearly getting lost in the maze of clothing.
"I do? Well that's fairly cool." She laughed as he grabbed a boa and pretended it was strangling him. "Come on, you have to see this room." She watched on the remote as he took his time wandering through the closet, grabbing random things and either throwing them away in disgust or holding them up to him and saying something sarcastic. This must have continued for five minuets when he came upon the laundry basket. Throwing something inside, his eyebrows rose as he heard the whooshing noise.
"Hey, do you know where this goes?" he asked, grabbing a scarf and repeating the experiment. It seemed that there was a hole at the bottom that sucked the clothes down.
"Nope, now come on! This room is right up your alley, all shiny and techy. I'm lost in here." Sabrina pleaded, but Puck ignored her.
"This is going to be even better than the toilet!" he grinned, grabbing a shoe to toss down. He dropped it but a robotic hand grabbed it out of mid-air.
"I would refrain from doing that, Master Puck. The system is not equipped for footwear to be placed into it." The mechanical arm placed the shoe back in its correct position before cleaning up the mess that Puck had made.
"Sabrina, you're closet has a robotic protector. You don't deserve this." Puck tried to grab the arm to view it up close, but it retracted into the ceiling. "What exactly are you? A central control AI?" he addressed the robot this time. A hologram projected from the ceiling in response.
"You are correct, Master Puck," it was a hologram of Alfred that spoke, an identical hologram appearing in the conference room and frightening Sabrina. "My computer program runs this entire penthouse and can be controlled remotely through the remote you hold in your hand now. The room Miss Sabrina is in at the moment can be used as a direct link to the computer processor should the penthouse be threatened. Of course, the main system is located in the other half of the penthouse and in times of emergency, will be sealed."
"But we just talked to you! Are you able to manifest yourself in physical form?" Puck stared at it, waving his hand through the hologram.
"That is one of the separate installments. They can all be programmed and controlled from this house and your controller. However, I would refrain from doing so for each installment has very delicate programming in order to appear human."
"So, you can show up anywhere in the house?"
"Correct. You can make certain places off limits as you choose. I will leave you to continue exploring the house but my programming has one last message for you:
Be safe. This house has state of the art security, but if someone is inside the house, then it can only protect you for so long. Titanium barriers can cover all windows; some of them have that design already activated. Any instructions for the security protocol are located in your remote. Don't lose them. And good luck."
With that the hologram vanished leaving Sabrina feeling a little sick. The idea that they would be in danger constantly was not a good thought.
Puck hurried to find Sabrina, hesitating for only a moment when he spotted a rather extensive collection of items made out of lace and silk. He stared open mouthed for a few moments before shaking his head and hurrying on, his head bent to avoid making any more intriguing discoveries.
"Hey, Sabrina, you okay?" he asked upon finding the room. The newly red-headed girl looked a bit frazzled.
"Yeah, Alfred just startled me a bit. I think we can talk to Granny from here." She closed the call between the two remotes, scrolling down the list until she found an icon labeled Grimm Household. Clicking on it, the lights in the room automatically dimmed, Sabrina staring at the screen as Puck examined the walls.
"This place is ridiculously hi-tech. Lucy must really like touch screens."
"I knew that Lucy designed this place!" Sabrina smiled at him, pulling her hair back in a ponytail and tucking it into her hood. She didn't want the first thing her family asked about to be her hair.
A small bing and the screen showed the Grimm family all squished into the screen.
"Liebling! How are things? Did you get to New York fine? When does school start?" Sabrina tried not to laugh, it was clear that entire household was crowded around the small webcam on her sister's computer.
"We're fine. School starts in two days." Sabrina smiled up at them, laughing as Elvis tried to jump into Daphne's lap in order to see Sabrina.
"So, tell us, how's the house? Oh, please tell me you have a great view. I love the New York skyline." Daphne gushed, her palm in her mouth. She hadn't changed all that much during the war. The main difference was that she was now terrified of thunder, it sounded far too much like the cannon that almost claimed her life.
"It's what was expected. I am a prince after all." Puck's smirk faded after Sabrina slapped him, rubbing the now red spot on his arm.
"It's amazing, Daphne. My dressing room has a glass ceiling and so many of the rooms have walls made up solely of glass."
"Isn't that dangerous?" She asked worriedly.
"No, they have metal barriers that can cover them when under attack. Titanium barriers, Daphne, we'll be fine." She looked relieved, letting out a little laugh.
"So how did the terrible two take the news?" Puck asked. He had nicknamed Henry and Veronica after seeing them kick ass in person. Henry hated it, but Veronica just smiled.
"Not well. Dad panicked, but Mom seemed all for it. You'll probably get a call from them sometime tomorrow."
"Great."
They talked for a while, Sabrina filling them in on all that had happened, and Daphne squealing and insisting that she loved the new red hair when Sabrina finally revealed it. It was late at night when they finally said goodbye, Daphne having fallen asleep and then fallen off her chair. Of course, she didn't wake up in the process of falling, but she would probably have a bruise in the morning.
They quickly said their goodbyes to the family and left the room, making their way back to the living room.
"I guess we should probably go to sleep." Sabrina said, stifling a yawn.
"I suppose." Puck looked down at his feet.
"Well, good night then." Sabrina looked uncomfortable, rubbing her arm nervously.
"Good night." Puck felt so very awkward, though he wasn't sure why. Sabrina started walking towards her room, and he felt like he just had to say something.
"Sabrina." He called out. She turned in response. "Don't let the bed bugs bite." He said with a smile, referencing the time she had woken up from the small bites of his irritable pixies. She smirked in return.
"I better not."
It was like something had broken, the awkwardness suddenly gone. It wasn't so uncomfortable that they were the only two in a large apartment and that they would be going under cover soon. They were friends, and they had handled worse.
"Night, Grimm."
"Good night, Puck."