A.N. Here you go! I hope you like it, I finally got a beta, so thank you beta for helping me with this! And of course thank you readers and reviewers for reading and reviewing! It means alot to hear stuff from you, you guys keep me going with your awsomeness and kind thoughts. It makes me happy when you review and I haven't really felt that way about a story in, like, a year; so know that you're special! Anyways, to story you go!:)

Puck looked at the old woman in shock. He turned into a mouse, then to his faery form. Still, he kept his space away from her, because in her hand was an iron knife. Her aura was frightened, but not enough to waver her confidence.

"Now, we don't want to do something rash. You should put that down." Puck's voice was calm and sweet, with glamour so she would do what he said.

"Come on, boy. You and I are both old enough not to play mind games. I don't think it's fair you use that on a poor old woman. Now, answer my question or this goes into your chest."

Puck sighed. "I'm not here to harm her, and I won't harm any of you. I come here by order of the Iron Queen; my job is to protect Willow."

Grandma cocked her head to the side, the knife never wavering.

"Now, you should know we never lie."

"Of course, I know that. I know much of your kind... But that doesn't mean you could skip around the truth... Will you take her?"

"No."

"Who are you protecting her from?"

"Other faeries."

She nodded. "And what does this Iron Queen want you here for?"

"I don't know."

She frowned, then slowly her face went up into a smile. "Who are you?"

He smiled. "Well, people call me Puck. Now, can I ask you a question?"

She nodded.

"How do you know about us?"

She smiled. "My own grandmother... They wrapped her up into her neck with favors. They never let it go, they never let go of us. All because of one little thing. It was all a trap."

"Who is they?"

"Your kind." She was somewhere else then. Gone a million miles away. "I don't want to get stuck into favors, promises. You can stay but if you hurt her, I will hurt you." Then she smiled and went off into her kitchen.

Two weeks later...

Puck had never died. He knew for a fact there would be no afterlife for him, so he never gave hell much of a thought. But when you stay in a silver cage eating bird seeds and worms, well, you start to wonder how you ended up in hell.

For two weeks Grandma would appear out of nowhere, and scare the living worms out of him. Nothing else really happened, which was starting to turn him a little insane. Just psycho grandma here, Willow's sweet talking there, and the cage. He had never been more bored in his many many many many years of life, and didn't ever want to be this bored again. So, when he heard that they were finally going to school, you can see why it's such a suprise that Puck just didn't want to go.

It wasn't the fact that he liked the cage, or that he liked being scared that Grandma would just cut off his head one night, or the third rate food Willow gave him that made him want to stay. It was the simple thing that even though woods surrounded her home, there were no other fey, at all. It was great not having to fight, run, fight, run, all the time, and with all the fey his pranks have gone too far with; it was pretty good not to run for so long. It was strange though, usually the fey were everywhere; but he could see Grandma scaring them away.

Like Willow said she would, she let Puck out the day she would leave. Which was good since he would have to 'run away' anyways and he didn't want her to worry about him.

He flew all the way to the school trailing behind Willow's car, making sure they wouldn't run into trouble. When he got there he glamoured himself his uniform and walked around the ancient bording school made of stone, giving himself the tour. He made himself look as human as possible so everyone saw him.

"Well, look guys it's a ginger," said a human boy. Blond hair, blue eyes, thought himself particularly handsome. Idiot.

Puck just rolled his eyes, looking around. Where could he find Willow?

"Aw, look guys he's lost. Ah, you're probably a freshy. You lost, freshy?"

They guys laughed behind him as if he just made the best joke ever. "What? Cat got your tongue?"

Puck looked up at him, a gleam in his eyes that made the idiot step back once. Puck opened his mouth. "No, I think he's got-"

"Chandler, leave him alone." Willow came walking up to them.

Puck frowned; he was going to do a really funny prank.

"Ah, Willow. Aren't you a little..." His eyes went up and down her body. "little, to be giving orders?"

"Aren't you a little old to be playing bully?"

"I was just trying to help this freshman."

"Cut the bull, Chandler. You're so full of it you could fill a hot-air balloon. Now, go off to your babymama; I'm sure she'll be willing enough to help you with your little issue, for more child support."

The guys laughed at that, and so did Puck.

Chandler rolled his eyes, face turning red. "You're just jealous 'cause she could give me what I really needed. She was a woman, not like you."

Puck looked at Willow, she was woman enough. Even if she was a little short, she wasn't missing anything.

Chandler looked at Puck. "Whatever, at least I don't have to be protected by a girl. Wuss."

Willow turned toward Puck as they walked away not giving them a second glance. "Hey, Robin. I didn't think I'd see you so soon." She smiled. "Sorry, about him. He's an idiot."

"That's fine. I've know how to work around their small brains."

Willow laughed. "So... Are you hungry? Want to go to the dining hall? I heard they were serving brunch for late arrivals and I'm a bit late."

Puck nodded. "That would be great."