A/N: Yup. I decided my muse has come back. So I have returned to write my fourth chapter.

Disclaimer: These are my characters, these aren't my songs. Blah blah blah.


Chapter Three

'Through flood, through fire…'

After shrugging the buckets and yokes off of my tired shoulders, I decided to wander off into the cool moonlit night. After all, I'd completed my duties for the night, and the Fairy Royals were off arguing as usual. In fact, I could hear the roar of their voices from here. I slid away from the other fairies quite easily, and picked my way through the forest

As it was a midsummer's night, it wasn't so very unusual to see pairs of young lovers in this lovely forest. I saw two pairs that memorable night, one that seemed to be perfectly content, and another that was the polar opposite. It's hard to remember their names at the moment, but I think it was something like Helena and…oh, the man's name has slipped my mind. Anyway, little did I know that they would play in the centre roles of the opera that was beginning that night. I was only to take a supporting role, but it was truly brilliant plot that had been laid out for us.

As the silvery globe rose higher, I decided to turn my footsteps back to the fairy hunting lodge where Oberon and Titania were staying. To do so, I had to pass through a thicket of Love-in-Idleness. It was a pretty piece of flora, but we all knew the humiliating effects of what could happen if the nectar was wiped in our eyes as we slept. The drug-like potency of it was far from my mind, however, as I pushed my way through it, giving my wings an occasional flutter or two. Many fairies preferred flying to walking, but I was always eager to enjoy a stroll through the woods.

A rustle in one of the more dense corners of the thicket startled me, and I swung 'round to look at it. My heart began to grow cold in fear. Suppose it was a Grig, a species of more wild and lecherous fairy, or perhaps even a Minotaur? I knew that was impossible, but when one is a young fairy alone in the woods, one has to be cautious. I had nothing with me in the matter of weaponry, and my few spells were exhausted for the day. There was nothing to do but back away slowly, and hope whatever it was didn't hurt me.

A black haired-head slid out of the head, crowned with ivy and holly, navy-blue eyes…

"Puck!" I snapped indignantly. "You terrified me! How dare you pop out of that bush like that?"

He smiled mischievously, and began to slink around me, dangling a small twig blossoming with the bittersweet flower.

"Where's all our fine manners gone, lassie?" He smirked, dragging the flowers dangerously close to my eyes. "All of that lovely pentameter gone, then?" He struck a mock-serious pose. "It went something like this didn't it?"

"Don't.." I growled. "Don't you dare-"

His smirk grew even wider, and he began to recite in a high-pitched sing-song voice, the very monologue I had snapped at him earlier!

"Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the- OOF!"

For I had just tackled the insufferable Goodfellow in a vain attempt to shut him up. He and I collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs into the patch of Love-in-Idleness. The flowers barely dragged themselves across our faces. My loose white gown was tangled in his legs, and I lay sprawled on top of him. My head rested on his chest, quite unintentionally I assure you, and his hand had caught around my hip in a vain attempt to keep himself upright. I don't know why, but it was as though we were frozen like that for a few seconds, hardly daring to breathe. I never remembered if I enjoyed it or not.

Just as quick as the moment had come, it vanished again. I rolled off of him into the dangerous flower patch, taking great care to cover my eyes. Puck raised himself on one elbow, still looking as impish as ever, but a new emotion was in his eyes, possibly….disappointment? Perhaps even a flicker of doubt and remorse? Either way, my heart skipped a beat, and I was careful to look away again as I lifted myself to my feet. I could feel his piercing eyes follow my every move. He was making me decidedly uncomfortable.

"Well, I suppose I must be going." I said, carefully cool.

He sighed. "I assume so. Good night."

"Good night, Robin Goodfellow."


A/N: Harhar, a little fluffy, but still cute, no?