A/N:

Sky: Hi! We're back! And we're LIARS!

Turns out, we couldn't squeeze everything into just two chapters either. The characters wouldn't stop :X So um… Three shot? Maybe? Grr. Anyway, this isn't done yet, but we don't want our readers going blind.

TWO IMPORTANT THINGS TO SAY HERE:

#1. In narration, if it is Sabrina acting, it counts as Sabrina's mind, Puck's body. Unless specified, anything she refers to as hers is actually Puck's, as in "Sabrina put her head in her hands", other people see Puck putting his head in his hands, because Sabrina is in his body. However, if she says "Sabrina put her head in her hands, then looked glumly towards her actual body" or something similar, it means Puck's body has its head in its hands, and is looking towards Sabrina's body. And I probably just confused you all more. Sorry ^^;;

#2: Shout-out to Blue-Eyed-Lily, I didn't realize she had also planned to do this idea. So when she posts hers, everyone should go read it too! (Not like we own the idea rofl. Hardly anyone has an 'original' idea, it's all in how you present it! Reuse Recycle!) She rocks, and needs to stop saying otherwise. So THERE.

That bein' said, sorry for the swearing, but at their age, eh… Saying 'crap' and 'darn it' seems too childish. ^^;

I'm also sick, so updates on all stories are going to slow down ; ; Sorry. We're workin' on it.

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48 Hours

Chapter Two: Day One

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'What in the world?'

Daphne paused in the hallway, turning to stare at the closed doors of Sabrina's bedroom. She'd almost walked past it before she'd realized that the sounds coming from inside the room were not...normal. But she couldn't begin to figure out what they were. She looked down at her little brother, who was nestled in her arms and looking absolutely adorable.

Then she looked back at the door. There were those weird sounds again... what was going on in there? She took a step to continue down the hall...then hesitated. She couldn't help it. The curiosity was getting the better of her.

Holding Cory with one arm, Daphne quietly crept closer to the door and turned the doorknob quietly, easing it open just enough so that she could peak inside.

"I said don't fuss!" It appeared to be Puck, standing over Sabrina and brandishing a brush as if it were a lethal weapon. The girl was tied to a chair, scowling and struggling as if her life depended on it, while supposedly, Puck tried to brush her tangled golden hair. "It doesn't have to be difficult, but painful or not, this is happening!"

"Why is this happening?" protested the girl who seemed to be Sabrina, struggling against the ropes so hard that the chair rocked on its legs. "It's just hair! It doesn't need to be brushed!"

Daphne's eyes widened, and she had to bite her lip to keep from squeaking in shock at what she was seeing. It felt surreal. It felt more than surreal? Had she fallen asleep? Was she dreaming?

"...SABWAA!" Cory yelled, announcing their presence

Sabrina jumped a mile, dropping the brush and whirling around. She realized immediately how the scene looked. After all, she looked like Puck, and she had him (in her body) tied to a chair so she could... brush... hair.

"Marshmallow!" she squeaked, the voice coming out a little awkwardly. Puck rarely squeaked, after all. "What do you want?"

Puck jumped in the chair, which had the added of effect of nearly toppling said chair over because he was still tied to it. He turned his head, trying to look over his shoulder at Daphne. "Ma-Daphne!" he managed. "How long have you been standing there?"

Daphne stared at Puck and Sabrina as if they had gone insane. "What are you two doing?"

Sabrina thought fast, looking a little alarmed. "Um... I lost a bet," she explained quickly.

"SABWA!" Cory exclaimed again, reaching for the tied up Puck.

"You lost a bet...and you have to do Sabrina's hair?" Daphne asked skeptically. That sounded more like a bet Puck would refuse to do.

Puck's eyes widened when he realized the little boy was reaching for him - and thinking he was her sister. "Uh..." He glanced over at Sabrina. He was still tied up.

Scowling, Sabrina moved to untie Puck. After all, the hair looked... Manageable. "I don't want to talk about it," she snapped at Daphne, hoping the response sounded like something Puck would say. They didn't need another twenty-four hours.

Daphne just gave Sabrina an odd look, and carried Cory over to the one she thought was her sister. "Here, Sabrina, he wants to see you," she said to Puck, handing over the little boy.

Puck reached for Cory, and hoped that the little boy wouldn't be able to tell the difference between himself and his sister now that he was being held. "Hey, Cory," he said in his best Sabrina impersonation.

Cory stared up at Puck with wide, innocent eyes. Then he tangled both hands into Sabrina's long hair, and yanked Puck down for kisses. "Kiss kiss!" he cooed, getting a bit of leftover breakfast on him.

"Gyah!" Puck gasped just before he found himself covered in Cory-kisses. In his own body, this never happened. Cory rarely asked to be held by him, let alone smother him in baby kisses.

Once the Cory-kisses were done with, the little boy pressed his face into Puck's neck, giggling. "La you," he said sweetly. "My Sabwa."

Sabrina watched, quietly turning away after a moment before anyone saw the look on her face. It wasn't like she was super attached to Cory-but watching Cory nuzzle her body, talking to Puck like it was her... For some reason, she felt lonely.

Fortunately Puck knew the proper Sabrina response to the little boy. "Love you, too, Cory," he said, the words coming out in Sabrina's voice and actually sounding like she was the one saying them.

He didn't notice the real Sabrina's reaction, and it didn't seem like Daphne noticed anything out of the ordinary, either. Satisfied by the response, Cory curled up in Puck's arms and fell asleep.

"...I'm going to my room. Try not to mess up your face, ugly," Sabrina muttered, pushing past Daphne and shutting the door behind her.

Puck looked up, staring after Sabrina. For some reason, he hadn't liked the way Sabrina had sounded with that response. It was strange, he was used to throwing insults between the two of them, but...that was usually an insult he threw at her.

Not the other way around.

Sabrina was silent on the way to Puck's room, glancing down at the training uniform. It was uncomfortable. It made her back feel constricted.

Grimacing, she realized she would probably have to change his clothes. Well, that could be accomplished without looking. Still, there was an uneasy feeling in her stomach that wouldn't go away. It wasn't until later, as she was blindly pulling on some cargo khaki shorts and a loose green hoodie, that she realized the problem.

Since coming home, she'd seen Henry, Veronica, Relda, Mr. Canis, Red, Daphne, Cory, even Elvis... Almost every single one had acknowledged Puck in some way, thinking he was Sabrina. No one had paid much attention to Sabrina at all while she inhabited the Trickster King's body. It was... Strange. And a little lonely.

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Once Puck had delivered Cory safely back into Daphne's arms and sent them on their way out of the room, he stood up from the chair and walked over to the bed. Flopping backwards onto it, he stared up at the ceiling. All of the attention that he'd been getting was pretty overwhelming. He wasn't used to it—he usually had to work for it.

Not that it was a bad thing, really. Of course, everyone who greeted him thought that they were greeting Sabrina. When he was in his own body they usually just let him do his own thing unless he acted up.

Funny...he'd never quite realized the difference before. Even knowing he was in Sabrina's body, a part of him had still figured people would react to him the same way.

Puck held up his hand, staring at the smaller, slimmer hand of Sabrina. It still felt like he could feel a tingling from the magic potions that he'd held in his hand. Away from them now, he realized just how badly he'd reacted - but at the time he hadn't thought there was anything out of the ordinary.

Was that how it was for Sabrina, all of the time? Even just that one small touch of magic had made him want another. It was illogical. It was... disconcerting.

And he wasn't sure how to handle it.

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"Sabrina?" Veronica set the last dish on the table, looking to her eldest daughter. Everyone else was already seated for dinner. Except for the real Sabrina-no one had gone to let 'Puck' know that dinner was ready.

Puck was scanning the table, and it took him a moment to respond to the other name. He turned to look at Veronica. "Yeah?" he asked. Then he caught himself and cleared his throat. "Yes?" He had to remember not to speak the way he normally did.

"Will you go and let Puck know dinner's ready?" Veronica asked, giving what she thought was her daughter a very warm smile. "He's been in a sour mood all day."

"He has?" Puck asked, moving to stand up. He realized that he hadn't seen Sabrina for awhile - then again, he'd been keeping to himself in Sabrina's room. It'd seemed to him like that was the easiest way to avoid screwing up.

He moved uncomfortably in the jeans that he'd located from Sabrina's dresser - he'd thrown on the first clothes he could find, a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. They were also the simplest clothes he could find, because he'd had to get changed in with his eyes closed.

And the jeans were...way tighter than he normally wore jeans. Jeez. How could girls breathe in this sort of thing?

Puck strode into his room, heading for the trampoline out of instinct. He figured Sabrina wouldn't exactly want to explore the area. Sabrina was completely passed out asleep on the trampoline, curled up delicately in the sea of Puck's messy room. She looked cold and uncomfortable, and even the animals steered clear of her area. It was like they knew.

He stopped at the edge of the trampoline, staring at Sabrina for a moment. It was still weird, looking at what was outwardly himself. But when she let her guard down and was alone, he could see Sabrina there for sure.

He climbed onto the trampoline with some difficulty and made his way over to her, kneeling down and shaking Sabrina's shoulder. "Wake up," he said, because she looked like she was very asleep.

"Goway," she mumbled, curling up and turning her face away from the annoying noise. Her pants weren't quite buttoned correctly-it was obvious she had kept her eyes closed too.

Puck raised an eyebrow. "Not likely," he said. He shook her shoulder again. "C'mon, Grimm. Time to get up. Dinner's on the table."

"..." Sabrina shifted onto her back. "Oh man. It's not a dream. You're really me and I'm you..." She grumbled and rolled onto her side again. "I don't like being you."

"It's no picnic for me, either," Puck replied. "What'd you do, fall asleep when you got here? How long have you been out?"

"I don't know," Sabrina muttered in response. "I just feel so tired and hungry all the freaking time..." She sighed. "How much energy do you use up just being you, anyway? I'm not flying or turning into animals or anything..."

"Well, I'm a growing boy," Puck pointed out to her. "And it actually does take up energy pretending to be human. Why do you think I'm always eating the way I am?" He grinned. "Aside from the fact that food is, you know, tasty."

She frowned at him, but truthfully, she'd never considered that he'd need to eat so much for energy just because he was pretending to be human. She usually just assumed he was a pig and a glutton. Her stomach gave a painful growl, and she quickly got up, groaning again. "Whatever. Let's just go to the table."

Puck rolled off of the trampoline, landing on his feet - but forgot that her body didn't work quite the same way, and his balance was thrown off. He stumbled with a scowl.

"Everyone else is already waiting," he said.

"Why are you wearing those jeans?" Sabrina asked curiously, hopping off the trampoline easily and staring at-well, her own butt. "Those are skinny jeans. Almost every girl has a pair, don't ask. But skinny jeans suck. How can you walk?"

Puck looked at her, and he pouted slightly. "You mean you've got jeans that don't do this?" he asked. "I just grabbed the first thing I could find."

Rolling her eyes, Sabrina grabbed Puck's arm, feeling awkward again. Any time she had to touch her own body from inside his, it freaked her out. "Detour."

She dragged him back to her own room, opening the top drawer of her dresser and finding a pair of regular jeans. The waistband was a little more flexible, and they weren't skin tight at the butt. "Here, take the pants off."

Puck blinked, staring at her for a moment.

"I never expected to hear you say something like that to me," he said.

"I will kill you," she threatened, grabbing him by the waistband of the skinny jeans and working to unzip them.

Puck's eyes widened. "HEY!" he yelped, which was far easier to do in her voice than his. He reached down and grasped her wrist, and cursed the fact that her body wasn't as strong as his. "What are you doing?"

"Changing my pants," Sabrina snapped in irritation. "Don't squirm, it'll just make this more difficult."

"You mean you're changing my pants!" Puck managed. "Stop that! I'll do it!"

"Like hell!" Sabrina growled, yanking the pants down. "These are my legs, I'll do it!"

Puck narrowed his eyes. "Oh, yeah?" as the pants dropped down.

Before she had a chance to get them off of him completely, he grabbed her and pushed her back onto the bed suddenly, using the element of surprise to his advantage. "Well, then, these are my pants, and you didn't button them right?" His hand immediately went down to the button on the jeans she was wearing.

"HEY!" Sabrina yelped, too startled to think of throwing him off. It was an awkward angle, with Puck straddling her knees and unbuttoning the cargo shorts. The jeans had tangled around Puck's ankles a bit, which only pinned Sabrina's legs.

And so, as Henry passed the cracked door and pushed it open to see what the fuss was about, the scene he saw was his teenage daughter practically naked from the waist down, straddling the teenage fairy that lived with them. And she was trying to take his pants off.

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?" Henry shouted, his eyes wide at the sight of what was taking place on the bed.

Puck froze, his hands stilling on the waist of Sabrina's pants. He slowly turned his head to look over his shoulder at Henry.

Sabrina froze as well, turning to stare at her father. Her first thought was, 'he won't kill me, he'll kill Puck', until she remembered that she was technically Puck.

Henry clenched his jaw tightly. "Sabrina," he said, "move. Now."

Puck let go of Sabrina's pants and scrambled off of her, realizing what this had to look like to Sabrina's father. He looked like a deer caught in headlights - it didn't occur to him that Henry wasn't going to kill him.

"Puck," Henry said, looking at the boy on the bed. "Get up."

Sabrina stared up at Henry, standing up slowly and gulping. She shot Puck an 'oh crap what do I do?' look.

Puck's look in the exchange was promptly, 'How should I know?'

Henry crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at the two of them. "Does one of you want to explain what I just walked in on?" he asked.

Sabrina bit her lip. She didn't want another twenty-four hours of switching, but how else would she stop Henry from killing her?

Henry narrowed his eyes. "Well?" he asked.

Puck glanced at Sabrina, and then back at Henry. "It really wasn't the way it looked!" he said hurriedly. "I went into Puck's room to get him and triggered one of his traps, and it got our pants, so I came here to chance my pants, and..." His voice trailed off. How was that supposed to explain the fact that he'd been trying to take off Sabrina's pants? Not to mention the fact that there wasn't anything on the pants.

Henry wasn't buying it for a moment. "You," he said sternly to Puck, "get your pants on."

Then he turned to Sabrina - who he thought, of course, was actually Puck. "And you. Out of the room. Now. You aren't to be in my daughter's room again unless that door is wide open, do you understand?" He looked incensed.

"Yes sir," Sabrina muttered. As she got to the door, the response came before she could think about what she was saying. "Not my fault your daughter can't keep her hands off of me."

Puck's eyes widened, and he actually looked slightly mortified. "I wasn't...you had my pants off before I even went after yours!"

Henry's face turned red. "Pants! Now!" he barked at Puck. "You! Out!" This was to Sabrina, even as Henry headed to the door himself, as Puck scrambled to locate the pants again.

Sabrina hurried away from the room, a sense of elation surging through her. Dear god. She liked annoying the crap out of people and saying things that would only get her in trouble!

By the time Puck emerged from Sabrina's room, he was red-faced and couldn't look anyone in the eye as he went downstairs. He'd put on the other pair Sabrina had selected, and they were definitely more comfortable - but comfort wasn't doing anything for embarrassment.

What was more, he couldn't believe how embarrassed he did feel. He'd been thrown off completely - it was like he and Sabrina's roles had been completely reversed, and he didn't know how to react to that.

Sabrina was grinning her head off at the table, feet propped up and plate full of food. The adrenaline buzz from pissing off Henry had made her hungry and a bit careless. She was beginning to realize that as Puck, she could get away with a lot more than she could as Sabrina. No one yelled at her for stepping out of line or touching magic, she could eat all she wanted without worrying about gaining weight, and she could call everyone any names she wanted.

It was awesome.

Puck walked into the room, and immediately glowered at Sabrina as he took his seat. "Did you leave any for anyone else?" he grumbled when he saw her plate of food.

"I don't have to," she taunted. "I'm hungry."

She reached over and snagged a piece off his plate as well. Cory saw this, then immediately decided he needed to do the same, squirming from his high chair.

Puck's jaw dropped. "Hey!" he exclaimed in protest, staring at Sabrina with shock all over his face. She hadn't just done that. Had she really just done that?

Sabrina just laughed at Puck. If she was stuck as a Trickster King, she may as well live it up.

"Cory, you have your own food," Daphne said, seeing that he was trying to take food off of her sister's plate.

Cory stared up at Daphne like she'd just killed Santa in front of him. His eyes filled with tears, and he slowly stopped his lean towards Puck's plate, sniffling.

Daphne immediately looked alarmed, and before Puck could do or say anything, she'd grabbed his plate and moved it closer to Cory. "Here, Cory!" she said. "Have as much as you want!"

Puck twitched. He couldn't yell at Daphne. Or Cory. He just couldn't. Not if he was supposed to be Sabrina, the doting older sister. Cory hesitated at the offering, then smiled and stuck both hands right into the middle of the food, mashing it together a bit. "Sanks," he said cutely, giving an adorable smile to his big sisters.

Puck sighed, watching Cory's hands disappear into the food. "You're welcome, Cory," he said, giving in as Daphne beamed at her little brother, relieved that he was no longer on the verge of tears. Daphne leaned over and kissed Cory's forehead.

"So," Veronica said, glancing at Sabrina. "What was with all of the shouting?"

Sabrina choked on her dinner. Puck's eyes widened slowly, and he looked at Henry.

Henry put down his fork, as everyone looked at him. He looked at Veronica. "Our daughter," he said, "and Puck were in Sabrina's room together."

"She couldn't keep her hands to herself," Sabrina laughed. "Everyone wants a piece of the Trickster King."

Veronica raised an eyebrow at her daughter. "Oh?"

Puck narrowed his eyes at Sabrina. "Don't talk," he said through clenched teeth.

"They were in a rather compromising position," Henry replied, looking at Sabrina with a frown - and then turning a disapproving look to Puck.

"Yeah, she was trying to get my pants off," Sabrina boasted. It would probably occur to her later that she was making herself sound bad, but for the time being, she was just enjoying the lack of responsibility.

"You took mine off first!" Puck protested, jumping to his feet and looking at her. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

The crazy thing was, Sabrina was only saying things that Puck himself would have said.

Relda's eyes widened, and Daphne stared at Puck and Sabrina, her mouth open slightly.

Only then did Puck realize how what he'd said sounded. "Erm..." Warily, he looked over at Henry and Veronica.

Henry said nothing. He would let them dig their own grave in front of Veronica. Veronica had that 'I am the mother and you are about to get your ass beaten' look on her face, and her smile chilled everyone.

Sabrina laughed nervously, then ate more, trying to hide her face in the food.

"I think the two of you should have some more training. With supervision," Veronica smiled sweetly. It made her look more dangerous.

Puck felt the blood drain from his face. "Training?" he managed. Not training. Not in an unfamiliar body. He had a feeling he was going to be at a severe disadvantage if there was any training while he was in Sabrina's body. Oh hell.

"To the training room. Now," Veronica ordered. "Daphne, will you supervise them while I feed Cory?"

Sabrina sighed and stood up, taking the plate with her. Trickster King or not, she didn't defy Veronica. No one did.

Daphne stood up and nodded. "Okay," she said, looking pleased at the fact that she was going to get to do the supervising. Puck groaned, standing up as well. And he hadn't even had a chance to eat.

There was a room in the Hall of Wonders that basically served as the Room of Requirement from the Harry Potter books, on a simpler level. Daphne had freaked out when she'd heard about it, but once everyone had assured her Draco Malfoy was not an Everafter, she'd sulked and calmed down.

When they entered the room to see what their training would be, since randomness was a rule if their training was unspecified, Sabrina groaned. There was a large mountain to climb, with several obstacles. There were magic trinkets all around, and just their presence sparked Puck's need to pick them up.

Puck felt his fingers literally tingle at the sight of all of the trinkets. He could pick out the locations of each of them instantly - they called to him, beckoning him, and he had to clench his fists and fight against the urge to go straight to each.

"Wow," Daphne said, staring at the mountain. "That's really impressive!"

"Impressive," Puck echoed, sounding preoccupied.

Sabrina elbowed him, going to the table their supplies were on and picking up one of the magic items. She couldn't describe how it felt to pick it up without that familiar ache to use it and keep it always. It was simply wonderful.

Puck walked over to the table, his eyes locked on the items. He was determined to deal with it.

But he'd miscalculated. The moment he got closer to them he reached out and seized the first one, and then another. It didn't matter what they were, he just needed to hold them.

Sabrina looked over and smacked his hands. "Knock it off!" she hissed under her breath. "You're not allowed to touch them at all!"

Puck's hands jerked back, and he looked at Sabrina in obvious alarm.

He hadn't realized what he'd just done.

"Sabrina?" Daphne asked, hurrying over to them. "Are you okay?"

Puck swallowed hard. "Um...yeah," he said. "I'm fine, Daphne." Hurriedly he shoved his hands into his pockets, managing to tear his eyes away from the table.

"Marshmallow, maybe you should take the magic items away," Sabrina said sternly. "Before she hurts herself or one of us."

The words stung. She'd heard it directed at her a lot-even though it was only the truth, it still made her feel bad. Puck flinched, and Daphne bit her lip. She nodded, though, and began to scoop the items off of the table.

Once she had moved them away, it was easier for Puck to breathe. Slowly he pulled his hands out of his pockets. "I'm good," he mumbled.

Sabrina glanced at Daphne, then back at Puck. "Are you sure?" she murmured under her breath. It wasn't snide-it was honest concern.

Puck took a deep breath - Daphne wasn't looking at them at the moment. "I think so," he said, though his eyes betrayed his uncertainty.

"I've thought the same thing, but I've never been sure about it," she murmured. "I'll smack you again if you start going crazy."

"Thanks," he whispered under his breath - and he meant it.

He'd never realized just how much trouble her addiction truly gave her. Not until he'd been faced with it himself.

Sabrina glanced at him, then quietly put her hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it. You're not used to it, you might slip up. You didn't see how bad I was at first."

"How can you stand it?" he asked quietly. Magic had always been a part of him, but he had never needed to rely on it. He'd never felt as though it were going to consume him.

"What other choice do I have?" she asked softly. "I'll only hurt myself or others if I don't control it."

Puck looked at her for a moment, and he couldn't help thinking that she was a lot stronger than he had ever given her credit for. Fortunately, before he could forget himself and say something that would embarrass him, Daphne turned back to them. "All the items are taken care of," she said brightly.

"Thanks, Marshmallow," Sabrina murmured. "Alright Ugly. Let's get this started."

The usual training run, if there was a mountain in the room, entailed climbing to the top and getting a flag. "What if I need to fly?" she asked under her breath.

"Just think about the wings and imagine them being there," Puck said. "They'll come out." That, at least, he could be confident about.

"But how do I fly when they come out?" she mumbled.

Puck blinked. "How do you... " He paused. He'd never tried to think about how to fly. It was instinctive. "Flap the wings?"

"How do I flap-you know what, never mind," she scowled at nothing in particular, frustrated. Glaring back at Daphne, as if the young girl was responsible for the mess they were in, she headed for the base of the mountain.

Daphne's eyes widened. "Sabrina?" she asked in a small voice, and it took Puck a moment to remember that she was talking to him. "Is, um, Puck mad at me?"

Puck immediately shook his head. "No, he's probably irritated with me, not you," he said. He flashed Daphne a grin, then headed after Sabrina. 'If we make it through this in one piece it will be a miracle.'

*.*.*.*.*

Puck rubbed one of his wrists, scowling at it. Training had completely sucked, as far as he was concerned. He seriously wasn't used to Sabrina's body - he had no idea what she was capable as far as strength, and his instincts kept telling him to use his wings.

At least it was over. He never wanted to see another mountain again for his ENTIRE LIFE, but at least it was over. And for a bonus...he was away from those magical items.

Just thinking about that made his scowl soften. He'd really never thought about how Sabrina dealt with her magic addiction, or just how strong she was to even be around the items. He'd never thought it could be so tempting and so powerful. Well, he knew it was serious. And dangerous. But...he'd never known how it was for her, specifically. He'd never been addicted to anything before.

"Ow," Sabrina whimpered beside him, making his voice sound pathetic. "Did I break your wings?" She swiveled her head to look. One of the wings was fluttering without permission, and the other looked... Well, sad. She'd had to fly with him once, and they'd nearly rolled down the mountain because of it.

Puck turned to look at her, frowning. "Hold still," he ordered as he leaned closer to look at the wings. 'Please don't be broken please don't be broken please don't be broken.'

Sabrina didn't move a muscle-she was pretty sure she'd broken all of those too. The wings weren't broken, but the base looked bruised. It was the most sensitive part, and when Puck had been very very little, Titania had tickled or pet that spot to keep him from whining or shouting in public. It was like a sedative to baby fairies.

Puck winced when he saw the condition of the base. "They aren't broken," he said reassuring, "but the part that's bruised is pretty sensitive. You're going to be sore for awhile."

Sabrina whimpered. "Where?" she asked, trying to crane her head to see. She couldn't reach it, even though she tried.

"It's at the base of the wings," Puck replied. "That's basically the most sensitive part of the wing - it'll heal, but you're going to be sore. And you're going to have to keep the wings out for awhile." He reached out and gently placed his hand on the base of the wing as he spoke.

Sabrina gasped, wings both fluttering and shooting straight out at the soft touch. It felt... Well, incredible. It hadn't felt that sensitive before, when he'd put his hand on her back to stop her from falling off the mountain... But then, the wings hadn't been out, either. "What the..." she sounded almost drowsy.

Startled, Puck looked at her tone of voice. And then he grinned. "Oh, did I mention that touching that particular area has a real calming effect on fairies?" he asked.

"No, you neglected that," she murmured. "I feel really relaxed. It's really nice. How come you never told anyone about this?"

"Well," Puck said, pulling his hand back, "it's so sensitive that it can also be a weakness. Damage to that part seriously hurts."

"Oh," Sabrina said, feeling a lot more sore and a lot less happy with his hand gone. "That sucks."

Puck nodded, and then paused, looking closely had her face. "Does it hurt more now?" he asked.

"Well yeah," she shrugged, glancing away. "I guess we should both go get some rest." With a wince, she tried to put the wings back. They refused.

"Are you trying to put them back in?" Puck asked. "They probably won't when they hurt like that." He placed his hand at the base of the wings again.

Sabrina nearly tripped, eyes fluttering shut. "Your wings suck," she mumbled, sounding really relaxed. She wasn't sure why he'd put his hand back, but it felt really nice.

"Sorry about that," Puck said. "Let's get you upstairs so that you can lie down for awhile. You'll have to lie on your stomach, though."

"What's this about 'let's' do anything?" she asked, turning to look at him. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were slightly silver. She'd never understood why Puck's eyes would change color, so she wasn't aware that they'd changed while she was looking through them.

Puck stared at her for a moment, noticing the changing color in her eyes. He grinned, though he didn't elaborate as to why - and he didn't pull his hand away. "Well, I figured I'd keep putting the pressure here to help with the pain."

"Why are you being nice?" she mumbled warily, frowning at him.

Puck shrugged. "It's my wings that you hurt, and they're not going to be healed by the time we switch?"

"Well..." She sighed. It did feel really nice to have his hand on her back. "Fine. And I can't believe Daphne ditched. Isn't she supposed to be supervising or something?"

Although she suspected the reason Daphne had gone was to let them have 'alone time' like they'd had in her room before Henry had caught them.

'Delusional,' Sabrina thought, fighting back an even darker blush. 'There's nothing between Puck and I.'

Puck laughed. "She ran out of that room like she was the one in training," he said with a snicker. "C'mon, before someone comes along and gets the wrong idea or something."

He kept his hand where it was...and for a moment he couldn't help but wish their situations were reversed. It had been so long since someone had touched his wings like that…

Sabrina nodded in agreement. "Should we go to your-well, my room for now?" she asked awkwardly. The trampoline was the only place to really lie down.

"Sounds good," he agreed. "Besides, if we go to, uh...the other room, your dad will probably skin me...I mean you...alive."

"I can't believe what I said to him," she groaned, mortified. "What is it about your body that makes me act like a jerk?"

"Testosterone?" Puck suggested. "According to your dad I should be swimming in it by now."

She sighed. "Well, by tomorrow afternoon, we'll be done with the first twenty-four hours. Maybe we can both just sleep the whole time... Anyway shut up about it, we're gonna be overheard," she murmured, walking out of the training room with him and into the hall.

Puck pressed his lips together and nodded, hoping that they could get up the stairs and to his room without any interruptions - because he definitely did not want to explain why he had his hand on the wings the way he did.

He felt his cheeks getting hot, and his eyes widened. What the hell?

Luckily, they made it to the room unscathed, and though Sabrina had some difficulty getting up on the trampoline, she turned and offered her hand to Puck. She knew from experience that getting on the trampoline with her height and stiffness after training could be uncomfortable. She also noted how badly her back hurt when the hand was off the base of the wings. She'd never known how easy it was to make Puck feel nice.

Puck stared at her hand for a moment, then reached out and grasped it, silently accepting the offer for help. He winced - he hadn't realized just how bad the stiffness was until he tried climbing the trampoline. "I hate climbing," he grumbled.

Sabrina blushed, reluctantly letting go of his hand (it was her hand, for crying out loud, why did she feel awkward?) when he got steadied. "So do I."

Puck pulled his hand back as soon as he was able to, and he could still feel the pressure from their hands being connected. What was this? Suddenly he was feeling flustered and awkward to things that should have been basic and simple. She'd just been helping him up!

He coughed slightly. "Well, considering the way I feel right now, no wonder you hate it," Puck said. "Okay, lie down on your stomach."

Sabrina was too tired to comment or argue, so she simply flopped onto her stomach, loving the fact that it didn't hurt her chest. Sometimes, boys had all the luck.

Puck knelt down on the trampoline, which bobbed slightly from the movement, and placed his hands on the wings again. "Just close your eyes and try to relax," he said. He figured if he dulled the pain enough, she'd eventually be able to fall asleep or something.

"That really does feel nice," she sighed, closing her eyes. "So if you can't reach this spot, who used to do this with you when you were hurt?"

Puck was quiet for a moment, and then ducked his head slightly. "Well, my mom used to do it when I was a baby," he said. "But that was a long time ago."

Sabrina tried to picture it and failed. Titania scared the living crap out of her sometimes. "I'll say. How long has it been since you've been a baby? Eh, never mind."

She closed her eyes. "I really appreciate this, Puck."

"...you're welcome," Puck mumbled, feeling decidedly embarrassed by the thanks. "Just don't like... tell anyone, okay? I've got a reputation to maintain."

"Yeah yeah. Trickster King. Total jerk. Meanest of Meanies. All that jazz," Sabrina yawned.

"Absolutely," Puck said with a nod. "And don't you forget it."

She smiled, head turned to the side a bit so he wouldn't see it. She fell asleep like that, feeling completely safe and peaceful. Maybe switching bodies hadn't been so bad. She got to learn things she never would have known otherwise. And for some reason, that made her happy…

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