A/N: Hello lovely people! Thanks again for your reviews! Another round of milk for you! Except a Mr. (I don't know if you're a boy or girl) "plaincrazysuckup". It's fine if you don't like this story, but I didn't appreciate the fact you told me it was "all wrong" and didn't tell me what you thought was wrong! My story idea, how I make the characters act, how people wear socks with sandals, etc. You're giving me nothing to work with!! I apologize for my outburst. Anyhoo, next chapter! Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sisters Grimm or any of the characters… Peter either.

Chapter 4

Why is the dark so scary? Thought Sabrina as she carefully stepped through the forest, holding her hands out in front of her as a blind person might use a cane. She practically was blind in the extreme darkness, and using her sense of touch was the only way she could maneuver through the massive forest. She occasionally felt the bark of a nearby tree, felt for a gash in it or a chunk of bark torn off. She needed to make sure she kept on his trail. He couldn't run forever, and he was running of forest. The barrier was close.

Sabrina took each step cautiously. The darkness felt like a ton of pressure was just placed on top of her shoulders. Where the heck are you Puck? I can't walk through this blasted forest all night! Her thoughts took a sudden pause as she remembered the strange encounter between Puck and the strange boy with the light. Daphne is smart enough to determine whether he was a threat or not, but then why was Puck acting so hostile toward him? And what was their conservation about? Her confused thoughts continued to bounce around her head, making her distracted. As she made several guesses to the situation, she walked straight into a rock, knocking the air out of her. She collapsed to her knees and took a couple deeps breaths, composing herself. Come on Sabrina! Focus! This is no time to get lost in your thoughts! She stood up and brushed off her sleeves, turning as to go around the rock. That's when she noticed the rock was making noises. It sounded as though it were sobbing…

"Puck!" Sabrina hurriedly knelt beside him

"Sa-Sabrina?" Puck looked up, his eyes red and tears streaming down his face.

"Yes," she replied evenly.

"You should get some ointment for those pieces of sandpaper you call feet," but Puck's normal mischievous tone wasn't there, his voice weak and cracking as he tried to get out the comment. He began sobbing, hugging his knees to his chest and hanging his head. Sabrina sat there for a second and watched him cry, then silently peeled Puck's arms away from his legs and held him. He began to sob even louder, but wrapped his arms around her and held her close. His sobs came less and less, until he was quiet. But he still held on tight to her, as if to never let her go.

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Daphne woke up to the sound of birds singing, a soft breeze on her face, and the smell of bacon cooking. Wait a second… bacon? She sat up with a start, observing her surroundings. She was still in a forest, still cocooned in her blankets, and Peter was still roasting a pig over a fire on a spit. Wait another second…

"Where the heck did you find a pig?! And a spit for that matter! Is there some supermarket in this forest I don't know about?" She said, rolling her blankets up into a big ball.

Peter smirked at her. "Well, there is a wide selection of game in this forest, if you didn't know that, and this little piggy strolled by and is now cooking over this fire. As for the spit, I used branches to support and level this metal rod I found. I thought it was obvious."

Daphne scrunched her nose at him. "Yes, extremely."

"So," Peter started, taking the pig off the fire and began cutting off strips of meat. "When are we leaving to go find your lovely home?"

"As soon as you are done doing whatever you're doing," Daphne replied, turning away. The pig may have already been dead, but it still seemed a little too grotesque for her. Ironic, Daphne thought. I've been part of a war where I've seen people brutally killed, but I can't watch a boy cut meat off a pig.

"Well, lucky for you, I just finished," Peter said, putting the meat in a canvas bag from one of his pockets.

"How are you able to store all this stuff in your pockets? I mean, you've pulled all kinds of things out from your pockets and it looks like you have nothing in them!"

"My pockets are made of the same material as Mary Poppins' bag. It's like a bottomless pit of storage. But whenever you want a specific thing, it always comes to the top."

"And how did you get a hold of fabric like Mary Poppins' bag?"

"Well, when she realized she could make a profit from the fabric, she founded E-Z STORAGE. Pockets, hats, bags, wallets, you name it. It's a very private company, and I was lucky to get anything at all. But Poppins has always had a soft spot for kids…"

"So if your pockets are like a giant storage place, can I put my blankets in there? I have a feeling I will get tired of carrying them."

"That's probably a very accurate assumption," Peter grinned, as he took the blankets from Daphne and stuffed them in his pockets. "Ready to go?"

"Yup," Daphne took out her wand and quickly set out the fire, and they were on their way back through the forest. It was a beautiful morning—not a cloud in the sky. She was not usually a morning person, but being outside in the fresh air was, well, refreshing. It was a nice change of pace to her daily life of waking up, eating food, going to school, coming home, doing homework, eating food, going to sleep, and repeat. And she was sharing it with a boy she has known for less than a day. One day. One day, and this boy has already told me his deepest secret. She thought, swiftly stepping through the forest. It was odd to think about. I feel like I've known him so much longer…

As they continued on, occasionally munching on some pig meat, the trees began to thin out and the undergrowth became less dense. The sun was directly over their heads when they reached the edge of the forest and stepped out into the clearing. The Grimm home sat on a little hill; quaint but actually much bigger on the inside, probably the doing of a little magic.

As soon as the house had come into view, Daphne began running toward it, a huge smile across her face. She hadn't realized how homesick she had gotten and how much she missed her family. It was like a huge sigh of relief to see the house—it was comforting to know that she was finally home.

Peter walked slowly up to the house, unsure of how to approach the situation. The last time he had associated with humans, it ended in catastrophe. Was he willing to risk it again? I could still make a run for it, he thought as he shuffled forward. But as he looked at the girl in front of him, yelling at him to hurry up, he knew that wasn't an option. He took a deep breath and began to run after her, trying to leave all his worries behind him.

"Finally. That took you long enough," Daphne said as they walked up the porch steps.

"It's not my fault you run like there was a giant cockroach behind you," Peter wheezed, clutching his stomach.

"You're so melodramatic. I was just excited to be home."

"Or you're deathly afraid of cockroaches…"

"No, actually I love cockroaches. I want to own a cockroach farm when I'm older."

"Really?"

"No, but I do want to own a dragon farm. You know, see if they can be tamed."

"Interesting."

"Let's just go inside."

Daphne knocked on the door, which immediately flew open to reveal a very frazzled Henry Grimm.

"HONEY! THEY'RE HOME!" he yelled into the house. Veronica was at his side in seconds, giving Daphne a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh thank goodness! We were so worried! I mean of course we trust that you guys can handle this sort of thing but being your mommy I can't help but be worried, especially when that meteor hit yesterday! Where are Puck and Sabrina?" Veronica noticed for the first time. "And who are you?" She asked, turning to Peter.

"Mom, this is Peter," Daphne said. "Peter Pan."

"Oh. But where are Puck and Sabrina?"

"Well, Puck was making fun of Sabrina and so she started punching him, which led to him running through the forest and Sabrina following. I made it home myself. Well, I did have Peter's help. He was the meteor you saw the other day," Daphne answered, leaving out the part where Peter confessed his story to Daphne.

"Well, you too might as well come inside. Those two will come home eventually," Veronica said, leading the kids into the house. "Hopefully sooner than later."

A/N: Sooo… Whatcha think? Please, if you don't like this story and choose to review, please tell me WHY so I can improve my writing or whatever's wrong. But anyhoo, review for lil' ol' me and tell me what you think? Personally, this wasn't my favorite chapter... oh, well...