"Ow! Ow! Tink, let go!"
Sabrina watched the pair from the depths of the sofa in Granny Relda's living room.
"You know how worried I've been? And then I come here to find out that you left all of us because you were bored!"
"It's not my fault that you're boring!"
"Excuse me?!"
After the shrill exclamation, the fairy's glow turned a deep scarlet and her wings beat even faster than before.
"Now, now, children...and fairy. Let's not get carried away. You're both very good friends, I'm sure." Granny Relda interrupted, a gentle smile on her face. "And Tinker Bell, if you wish, you are welcome to stay here with Peter."
The fairy's glow instantly turned a bright yellow again, and the fairy flew up to Granny Relda's eyes.
"You know my name! I must be well-known, then!"
"Why, of course, dear. Everyone here knows about Peter Pan and Tinker Bell."
"TINKER BELL?"
All eyes turned in time to see a blue blur thunder down the stairs and stop a few feet from the hovering fairy.
"It's really Tinker bell! Sabrina, it's- "
"I know, Daphne." Sabrina interrupted. Her little sister didn't notice the irritation in Sabrina's voice, and continued to stare at the fairy with awe-struck eyes. The said fairy darted close to Daphne, and settled down on her shoulder.
"You know, human. I like you." Tinker bell said. Sabrina scowled when she saw her sister glow at the compliment. She better not do anything to Daphne, she thought.
"Well, I'll go make cookies for our new guest." Granny Relda offered.
"No!" Tinker bell cried, getting off of Daphne quickly. "We really need to go. The Lost Boys might get into too much trouble with both Peter and me gone."
"Leave?" Sabrina said, finally speaking up. "You think that both of you can just leave?"
Both Everafters looked at her blankly.
"You mean, you really don't know?" Sabrina asked, surprised."There's a barrier over Ferryport Landing. Once Everafters enter, they can never leave."
"What?" Both fairy and boy burst out, goggling at her with wide eyes.
"How can you come into this town without knowing that? This place is infamous because no Everafters can ever leave!"
"No one told me about this!" Peter exclaimed.
"What is everyone screaming about? And without inviting me, first?"
Sabrina froze, feeling dread when she heard Puck's voice. She didn't know how long he had been there, but he stood in the doorway to the kitchen, licking something off of his fingers. She sighed in relief. He doesn't look mad. Maybe he's going to let it go, for once...But she knew that the chances of that happening where...zero. Or negative infinity.
"You!" Tinker Bell suddenly shrieked.
"Oh. You're that fairy from last night."
"How dare you stuff me into a bathroom cabinet?"
"I thought that it would be funny if someone found you there." Puck said, shrugging.
"Funny? You haven't changed a bit, Robin Goodfellow!"
A second of silence passed, in which Puck's noisy slurps were all that could be heard.
"Am I supposed to know you?" Puck finally asked, looking up from his now thoroughly-licked fingers. The already-red fairy turned a darker red.
"Oh, never mind. I remember you. So you obviously didn't take those anger management classes that I suggested."
"She actually did try. But she made her anger management tutor too angry, so he quit." Peter inserted.
"Really?" Puck asked, raising an eyebrow. "Was her anger management tutor, you?"
"Of course not!" Peter said, scowling. "It was Tubbles."
"The short, chubby, guy?"
"No, that's Trevor. Tubbles is the tall, thin one. The one that you pushed into the pit of moose dung."
"Oh!" Puck exclaimed, grinning. "Yeah, that was one of my finer works."
Sabrina, who had been listening to the conversation with growing confusion, finally asked the question on the mind of every non-Everafter in the room.
"Do you two know each other?"
Peter looked at her curiously, while Puck headed back into the kitchen, pointedly ignoring her.
"Don't eat too much, Puck! I'll cook something healthy in a minute!" Granny Relda called before following him.
"Puck hasn't told you?" Peter asked, still staring at Sabrina.
"Told me what?" Sabrina snapped.
"Puck and I are brothers."
"Yeah, right." Sabrina scoffed sarcastically.
"Well, not by blood. But we decided to be brothers. I'm way better than- what's his name?- Musty Soot, anyway."
"Mustardseed." Daphne corrected.
"Musty Soot."
"Mustardseed."
"Musty Soot."
"Who cares?" Tinker Bell exploded. "Are we going to go back to the topic of never being able to leave this stinky town?"
"Well, if we're never going to leave, then I guess we'll just have to get comfortable." Peter said, dropping onto a love-seat and folding his hands behind his head casually.
"But the Lost Boys! Captain Hook is-"
"-is just a sore loser who never got over it when I fed his hand to a baby crocodile. My boys are smart enough to handle him."
"And also," Daphne chirped, "Tinker Bell, you can stay with us! It'll be super awesome!"
Tinker Bell's glow instantly turned a gentle yellow.
"Fine. But if Goodfellow tries anything, I will have to torture him until he cries."
"You'll have better luck convincing him to stop being a pig." Sabrina muttered. "And that's already impossible."
Peter chuckled. "Yes. You're definitely right about that."
As if to prove their point, Puck entered the room again, his hands and mouth covered in something green and gooey.
"Puck! I told you to not- Oh, never mind," a voice sighed from the kitchen.
"I'm going to go be awesome in my room," Puck declared, heading towards the stairs. Sabrina wearily backed away from his path. Just as he reached the door, he turned around again.
"Oh, and happy early birthday, Grimm." He said, smiling. Before Sabrina had time to duck or dive, or pretty much anything, a huge orange wad of something flew towards her hair, and stuck there. Instinctively, she reached up to try and get it off. She pulled her hands away hurriedly, staring at her wet fingers in horror.
"Good luck getting twelve pieces of chewed gum out of your hair." Puck called, cackling as he climbed the stairs. "It's only the beginning."
I'm serious. Poor Sabrina. But you have to admit, it's fun making her life miserable with Puck.