Here we are, already at chapter four! And I just posted this yesterday. Before we begin, I would like to thank Mackenzie for reviewing. It's been extremely encouraging to know that someone is following the story.

In my first three chapters, I noticed that I forgot to add a disclaimer. So here it is:

I do not own The Sisters Grimm. The series belongs to Michael Buckley. I also do not own a swimming pool or Fang or a mansion. There are a lot of things that I don't own but I own this story. So there ya go.


PPOV

When Puck woke up the next morning, early for a change, he decided to venture to the kitchen in the hopes that there would be some leftover chocolate cake from the birthday party Relda had insisted on throwing for Elvis last week. His thoughts were always clearer after food, and there was a lot of thinking to be commenced. Sabrina would probably yell at him for being "insensitive," thinking of sweets at a time like this. Oh well. He found the final piece of chocolate cake, with hardened icing and slightly tough innards, housed in the refrigerator. Much better.

Usually, he would spend this time planning devious methods of infuriating Sabrina to her wit's end. He did love to watch her explode. However, he missed Marshmallow, and he wasn't the type to let his friend, family member even, die. These Grimms always needed saving – from Jabberwockies, from evil organizations, from egotistical giant slayers. The list was incessant. He saw it as his duty to serve them as a bodyguard; whether or not he was a villain, he was most definitely a person who kept his word. And he was determined to find a way out of this situation.

As he nibbled the cake, the family entered the kitchen for breakfast. The old lady came first. She started the electric griddle and poured pancake mix on the piping hot surface. They were regular pancakes, he noticed, made with store-bought mix and not a wild recipe she had found on her grand world tour with her husband. He had noticed that she only cooked regular food when she was distraught.

Soon Jake, Henry, and Veronica followed. He felt kind of weird, being the only kid in the room – or the only one who looked like a kid anyway. He happened to be four thousand years old. Anyway, where was Grimm? She wasn't down for breakfast. He knew if she got a whiff of the average pancakes she would blitz down the stairs like a racecar on grease. Usually, that was. However, those days of hectic activity and childhood were gone. The last little bit of Sabrina's holding onto normalcy had gone with the wind the moment Daphne had stepped out of the house.

As if Jake had read his mind, he said, "Where's 'Brina?"

Relda shook her head sorrowfully. Henry raised his bloodshot eyes, the eyes of a man who has been ripped into little pieces. Veronica mumbled, "She's still upstairs, I guess." She rose to awaken her daughter.

"Wait," Puck said, suddenly. "Let her rest. I guess she's had a hard time, losing her sister and all." This comment did nothing to improve the current state of social interaction at the table, where the fairy and his adult companions were picking at pancakes. The glutton formerly known as Puck, surprisingly, could not choke down a single solitary bite of the Bisquick-based cakes laid on the plate before him. Truth be told, he missed the Marshmallow. While typically insensitive and quite irritating, he had the potential to understand sadness. Actually, he not only felt sadness; he felt as though he had experienced a fist to the stomach. He sullenly nibbled a bite of burnt, syrup-less pancake, which was tainted by the slight taste of salt. He realized that tears were streaming down his cheeks. He had only cried once before since he'd come to Ferryport Landing; the only one who had seen was Sabrina. He looked up and realized that they were all staring at one another, crying. Tears were wetting the pancakes like so many little waterfalls had decided to fall to the table. Henry, bitter Henry, was turning red.

It was very, very sad, Puck realized, and not only because Daphne was gone, most likely forever. It was unfair that while an ordinary family might have been able to put their lives on hold and grieve, the Grimms could never stop to let go and remember. They would be forced to continue holding the enemy at bay, never breaking their stead. They could not afford to let down their guard.

Suddenly, the strangest thing happened. Veronica Grimm looked each one straight in the eye, and broke into a smile. She sat there, crying and smiling at the very same time.

"Why, Veronica? What on earth do we have left to smile about?" Henry asked.

"Daphne would never want us to be sad. She would want us to keep going, if she were here," Jake said, understanding as though he possessed telepathy. "It's like with Briar. She would have wanted us to fight, not quit because she died." Still, Jake didn't smile. He remained quiet and broken, like several pieces of broken person had been placed in his seat. He had lost so much in just the past two months.

Veronica nodded, but obviously she could not hold up the façade of strength for her lost child. Her face once again crumbled in submission to the monster hanging over the table.

The strangest thing, Puck realized, was Sabrina's behavior. Normally she would have entered a stage of vehement denial and run off to face the crisis alone…

A feeling of pure panic pervaded his stomach as he stood up, shoved back his chair, and raced at top speed up the stairs to Sabrina's room.

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