A/N: Thank you all for your reviews on Chapter 1! This chapter is a little bit of a filler, but it'll pick up in the next one which is already in the works- I'll probably post that early next week unless I stop procrastinating my research paper. Please review!

A moonless night had fallen over the snowy tundra. Sabrina couldn't see her hand in front of her face, let alone any of the others. Uncle Jake had insisted that a fire in the dark would draw the attention of too many unsavory creatures, so they'd smothered it a half an hour ago.

"Listen up, everyone," Uncle Jake whispered somewhere to her right. He'd been sitting in thoughtful silence for a while now, plotting their next move with all the care of a man who was living his dream. "We still need seaweed from Kikimora the Bog Hag and a dagger from Nightingale the Robber. And we need to scout out the location of this cave. So, we're going to split up. Sabrina and Puck, visit the Bog Hag and the Robber. Do whatever you need to do to get those items. Daphne and I will find the cave."

"Why do I have to pair up with Stinkpot?" Puck complained. Sabrina glanced around a few times; unable to figure out where he was, before realizing he was hovering above her. She edged to her left to avoid getting squashed.

Uncle Jake started to speak and then stopped himself. He said nothing for a moment and tried again. And then stopped. Then he laughed a little. "I'm sorry. I'm really trying not to say anything stupid right now."

Sabrina pinched the bridge of her nose. "Uncle Jake, give it up. We're eighteen."

Her uncle sighed. "You're right. I know. Anyways, Daphne and I are going together so we can pool all the magical items we have to locate this thing, since we have no leads. You two are adults now, so act like it." Sabrina imagined him shaking his finger in their general direction in a very Granny Relda-esque way.

"I never wanted to be an adult," Puck grumbled, still airborne. Uncle Jake sighed.

"I've never heard of either of these people," Sabrina said in an effort to redirect the conversation. "Have you, Daphne?" She turned in the direction she expected her sister to be standing, and then jumped when her voice came from closer than she'd anticipated.

"I know they're in Russian fairy tales. Never read either story, though." Snow crunched under Daphne's boots.

Do you know where the Bog Hag and the Robber live?" Sabrina asked, the darkness pressing on her eyeballs. She disliked speaking into the blackness.

"I have some leads. Here, take—this—bag—" Uncle Jake trailed off and there was a rustling sound. Sabrina felt something hit her arm, and grabbed and twisted her uncle's wrist instinctively before realizing what she was holding.

"Ow!"

"Sorry," Sabrina said with a shrug that no one could see. They fumbled with the bag for a moment, and then Sabrina took it. It had a smooth, leathery feel and upon further inspection with her hands she found two backpack straps.

"Anyways," Uncle Jake continued. Sabrina could picture him dusting off his long overcoat, which he was wearing over his parka. "Everything you two need to know is in the bag. After we free the Yeti, fly out of here and head south. Find somewhere you can camp for the night. Marshmallow, we're heading up this way and then teleporting. Got it?"

"Got it," Sabrina and Puck echoed.

"Wait, which way? I can't see you," Daphne protested.

Uncle Jake snapped his fingers and a small ball of light rose just above their heads. Sabrina blinked spots out of her eyes. "That way," he clarified. "West-ish. Now come on!"

They ran to the cage, stopped to listen to the Yeti's snores, and pulled up the stakes. Puck flew to the top of the cage and lifted it into the air. He threw it, and it soared off into the night and landed somewhere nearby with a crash.

Uncle Jake swore under his breath. Grabbing the girls, he backed them away from the Yeti, whose hulking form was rising in the dim light.

"You shouldn't've done that," Uncle Jake said as Puck swooped toward them. "Get out of here!" He pushed Sabrina, turned on his heel, and raced away with Daphne close behind.

A low grumbling noise emanated from the Yeti.

"Oh, boy," Puck muttered, landing next to Sabrina with a soft thump.

"Let's go," Sabrina hissed, groping around in the dark for him. The ball of light had followed Uncle Jake, leaving Sabrina blind again.

He didn't answer for a moment. "I kinda want to see what he does."

Sabrina blinked. "You can see right now?"

"Yes, can't you?" Uphill, a brilliant flash of light illuminated the sky and the tundra, signaling that Daphne and Uncle Jake were somewhere far away. Blooms of purple and red erupted against the darkness of Sabrina's surroundings.

"No! Puck, let's go!" Somewhere in front of them, the grumbling turned into a roar in response to the light.

"Hold on." He fell silent, and Sabrina heard snow crunch under his feet. Heavy Yeti footfalls came toward them, and then Puck let out a horrible scream.

Sabrina jumped out of her skin and then put up her fists, ready to defend him like she had once before. "Puck!"

He let out a wicked cackle. Sabrina groaned. "I hate you."

The flowery, rancid smell of rotten meat drifted around Sabrina and Puck, followed by wet, heavy breathing. Sabrina whirled around, her heart hammering, afraid to draw her sword for fear of hurting Puck but feeling quite vulnerable without it.

Feeling around in the darkness, she latched onto his arm. "Puck, if you don't move this instant I'm sacrificing you to the Yeti."

"Okay, fine. I'm grabbing you now, don't attack me." He wrapped his arms around her and they shot up like a cork out of a bottle. Sabrina's stomach dropped and her nose cleared as they soared higher through the inky sky, her back pressed against his chest. "You're such a pain, Grimm."

"Yeah, yeah, I missed you too," Sabrina replied as they leveled out, rolling her eyes.

She expected some sort of snarky comment, but Puck's arms just tightened around her for a moment before he seemed to realize what he was doing and loosened them again.

After a tense moment of silence, Sabrina cleared her throat and scanned the stars. "You know we're not going south right now, right?"

"Uh, duh," Puck grumbled, sneezing on her hood as he changed directions. Sabrina wrinkled her nose. They flew in silence, Puck's wings slicing through the air.

"Why did you guys pick this time of year to come here?" Sabrina asked, watching her breath rise in clouds that drifted towards the moon. Every inhale was sharp and stung her lungs.

"Jake makes those decisions," Puck replied. "He thought you two would like to go somewhere besides America."

"Right, there's nothing I love more than visiting the tundra in the dead of winter," Sabrina said around a mouthful of chattering teeth.

"You should've come last summer. We went to Hawaii and dove into volcanoes," Puck announced. "Man, that was fun!"

Puck flew for so long that Sabrina's eyes began to water and her nose grew so cold that she put her hand over it in an effort to warm it up. She watched the stars, occasionally redirecting them. After a while, the silences between the flaps of Puck's wings grew, and they began to bob in the air. Sabrina scrutinized the ground below them. She expected it was around one in the morning now, and although they'd passed Oymyakon about half an hour ago, they hadn't seen any other evidence of human civilization.

"I think we're going to have to camp somewhere for the night," Sabrina said. She'd been hoping to find another village, but her eyelids were growing heavy and could tell that Puck was on the verge of falling out of the sky.

"I can fly a little longer," he protested. She imagined that, if he was standing up, he would've puffed out his chest. "It doesn't help that you got heavier." He let out a weak laugh.

"So did you!"

Without warning, they dropped ten feet.

"Whoops," Puck said casually. "Maybe not. I'll land."

Sabrina, whose stomach had been left in the cold air above them, made an angry noise in her throat.

They landed in a clearing in the middle of a sparse forest. Sabrina lit a flashlight and shined the beam around them. The snow-covered pines were hulking shapes in the darkness. Several pairs of eyes reflected back at her.

Puck was fiddling with his parka. Sabrina noticed that he'd been adding pockets to it, and she hopped from one foot to the other as she waited for him to find their tent. As soon as Puck found the tiny model of a tent and held it out, she pinched it and dropped it.

Once the model tent hit the ground, it began to grow. Sabrina backed up to avoid being hit by a pole, but Puck was not so lucky. It was her turn to laugh as he fell to the ground, but he recovered quickly and led the way inside. At full size, this tent was not as large or luxurious as the one they'd shared with Daphne and Uncle Jake. It was unfurnished, with just one room.

Once they were inside, Sabrina handed the flashlight to Puck and opened the bag Uncle Jake had given her. She plunged her arm into it, and received a shock as it sank up to her armpit. The familiar, intoxicating tingle of magic raced through her fingers.

"Whoa!" Puck cried, dropping the light. "Grimm, it's eating you!"

"Relax, you aren't going to get rid of me that easily." Sabrina kicked the flashlight back toward him as she felt around. After some trial and error—she pulled out a box of microwave popcorn, a feather boa, and the movie Dumb and Dumber—she produced a few family journals with bookmarks in them, two sleeping bags, pillows, a portable space heater, and a few extra blankets. With numb fingers, she fiddled with the space heater.

"I'll take first watch," she offered as Puck shook out the sleeping bags.

He turned to Sabrina with one eyebrow cocked. "Why do we need to do watches? We're in the middle of nowhere!"

A low, eerie howl rose from the forest, followed by a multitude of swift footfalls that seemed to echo around them. Both teenagers froze, staring out the open mouth of the tent, but the darkness yielded nothing. The noises grew faint, and then, as if they both remembered where they were, Puck and Sabrina lunged for the tent zipper.

"That's why we need a watch!"

Puck waved a dismissive hand. "Whatever that was, it won't find us."

"How do you know that?" Sabrina asked as she pulled off her bulky parka and tossed it into a corner before the frost could melt all over the floor. Her boots followed, and she stood on the tent floor in four pairs of socks, feeling the coldness from the snow seep through to her skin.

Puck shrugged and began to peel off his layers. Since they'd been wearing ski masks for the bulk of the journey, Sabrina wasn't accustomed to seeing his face. The angles of his cheekbones were sharper, his hair a richer shade of gold. She thought that he'd grown into his eyes, which had always reflected all four thousand years of his life.

"Jake and I hear weird things all the time and we're always fine," Puck replied, as if that was a good reason. She glanced over as he reached into the bag for clothes and noticed the firm muscles in his back and shoulders. Boy fairy no longer, that was for sure.

"Where have you guys been?" Sabrina asked.

"Well, when we first left we went straight to Brazil. Met some Natives, recovered a few Spanish artifacts, delivered them to an Everafter in Barcelona. Then I think Tasmania was next. Or maybe Nepal? It's hard to remember. How long has it been?"

Sabrina rolled her eyes, settling down in a spot where she could see the tent entrance. "Six years, minus a few visits."

Puck pulled a green hoodie out of his bag and scratched his head. "How old are we, again?"

"You're kidding, right? Do the math," Sabrina replied, spreading out the journals around her and pulling out a pen. She smiled a little, listening to him count on his fingers.

"Eighteen!"

"Eighteen," Sabrina agreed.

He moved to the front of the tent with a combination lock. "So what have you been up to?"

Surprised he'd bothered to ask, Sabrina replied, "Well, I graduated high school and got into college. I want to be a lawyer."

Puck's face twisted in revulsion. "You still go to school?" He hissed.

"Yes, that's how kids our age who don't go gallivanting around the planet spend their time," Sabrina snapped, flipping her grandfather's journal open.

Puck paused and looked at her, the lock frozen in midair. "Did you just use the word gallivanting? Are you trying to trick me into thinking I need to go back to school?"

Her eyes scanned the page without absorbing anything. "Of course not!"

A faint click, signifying that they were safely locked inside the tent, made her look up.

"I wanted to visit more often," he said quietly, his eyes glinting in the mellow light of the lantern.

Sabrina pressed her lips together to stop herself from saying that despite the insufferable pranks, she'd missed having someone her own age around. Someone who would follow her almost anywhere, who had believed in her when no one else had, who had been a constant in Ferryport Landing and could have been a constant in the city.

No, Sabrina thought she would rather die than let him know how much she hated that he was the one in control of their relationship. He chose when they saw each other. She couldn't even write to him, since they moved around so much, and he'd never bothered to write to her.

Although she wasn't sure if she could blame him for that. Did Puck know how to write?

"It was weird not having you around," Sabrina replied nonchalantly after a long minute, reminding herself that none of it mattered, anyway.

Puck got into his sleeping bag, a faint smile on his face. "Okay, well, if you start to miss me again just wake me up!"

"You'll be sleeping for a long time, fairy boy," Sabrina muttered under her breath.

Sabrina scoured her grandfather's journals as the tent filled with the soft sound of Puck's breathing. The few she'd found at the bottom of her bag detailed his world travels with Granny Relda, and Sabrina came to the sudden realization that maybe Uncle Jake was doing this for him.

Her grandparents had not visited this area of Russia. Entry after entry of cramped writing filled the pages, but none of them held any mention of Kikimora the Bog Hag or the Nightingale.

Serene quiet stretched out around Sabrina. In momentary defeat, she laid the journal down and stood, pacing around the tent to get the pins and needles out of her legs.

A sudden crackling and buzzing, like a static-ridden alarm clock, made her jump. Her stomach leaping into her throat, Sabrina spun in a circle, searching for the source of the noise.

Puck sat up so fast he was almost a blur. Eyes closed, he slapped at his own wrist until the noise stopped.

"What was that?" Sabrina cried, giving her own wrists a good once-over.

"Hello," said Puck, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

"Uh, hello?" Sabrina asked. He shot her a look and held out his arm, displaying a large, ugly gold watch.

A faint, tinny voice sounded from the watch. "Hello!"

Sabrina jumped in alarm, hit the tent wall, and slid to the ground. "Uncle Jake?" she gasped, moving over to Puck.

"Hi guys," her uncle said, his voice crackling. "Just wanted to make sure you got somewhere safe."

"You woke me up!" Puck complained.

"We're fine," Sabrina translated.

More static made its way through the connection, and then Daphne, "Sabrina? Puck? We're talking through a watch!"

"A really ugly watch," Sabrina agreed.

Puck's eyebrows scrunched together and he placed a defensive hand over his wrist. "Hey, I like my watch!"

"All right, we'll contact you again for a progress update tomorrow night. Let's try to get this done as quickly as possible, your grandmother will kill me if we miss Christmas again this year," Uncle Jake continued. "Bye!"

Thanks to the poor connection, Daphne's laugh sounded like a wheezing cough.

"Bye!" Sabrina replied, wishing they were with her. After a semester of college, she was used to being separated from Daphne, but being with Uncle Jake and Puck brought back old memories and feelings.

Puck pressed a button, and the static went away. "This is not an ugly watch!"

"Puck, it's the ugliest watch."

Disgruntled, he checked the time and got out of his bag. "My turn to be awake and bored."

As Sabrina settled into her sleeping bag, she glanced over at Puck and watched as he, frowning, took off the watch and slipped it in his pocket.