This is the part where I crack my knuckles, flex my fingers, and get to work. I've got three stories to update, and hopefully I'll get them all done by tonight. It's around 3 in the morning here, so I'm pretty tired, but I guess I can do this.

Lets get to work.

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It wasn't long before Sabrina's senses started to kick in. She couldn't tell if it was because she had been on the lookout for a while now, or simply because of the incident that had happened earlier, but she felt like they were being watched.

The journey out of the Slacks was fairly normal. Puck was a talkative guy, and Sabrina didn't know whether that was a good thing or not. On one hand, it could just be his way of informing people that, hey, I'm a pretty annoying guy who just can't keep my mouth shut, and on the other, his mouth could be running a mile a minute while his hands where somewhere else, possibly holding his knife.

It was extremely puzzling.

Not that she had any problem with that. She was a master of puzzles, but this time was different. This time, her family was in danger.

"So, you know why these guys want to kill you so bad?"

Puck's voice snapped her out of her thoughts and into reality. She turned to look at him, and was caught slightly off guard by the intense look he was giving her.

His blonde hair was sticking up in random places, and he had a smudge of dirt on his jaw. His eyes were startlingly green against his tan skin, and Sabrina knew that behind those eyes lay secrets. Many, many, secrets. Some even possibly dangerous.

She shrugged, something very unprofessional to do, but at this point she was beyond caring. All she really wanted to do was run home and check if her little sister was alive.

The bond Sabrina and Daphne shared was unbreakable. The two had been through so much together, and not having her bubbly attitude around made Sabrina feel lonely.

And Puck wasn't much help, either.

He was currently humming off-tune. Sabrina glared at him as they continued walking, and he simply smirked back. She was certain that somewhere along the way she would end up alone, having to drag his limp body behind her because of some accident concerning her fist and his irritatingly smug face. It was a pleasant thought, but not quite so practical. She found herself smiling slightly at the image.

Puck seemed to notice this, and he jabbed her in the hip. Sabrina's head reeled back to face him, and he grinned.

"So the famous Sabrina Grimm knows how to perform the excruciatingly painful act of smiling. Well done Grimm, I'm proud of you."

Sabrina wished she had some kind of death-ray in her eyeballs, so that she could somehow kill him just by staring at him. But of course, she didn't. So she resulted to the next best thing.

Insults.

"I fail to see how anyone could smile around someone like you," she snapped. Rather than getting the reaction she expected, Puck grinned. His teeth were shockingly white for someone who looked like they hadn't changed in over a week.

"Maybe my awesomeness blinds them so much their jaw muscles don't work properly," he quipped. "Perhaps my good-looking complexion shocks them into a state of depression, where they forget how to smile. It's totally possible, you know."

Sabrina raised an eyebrow at him as they stepped through the doors of the station. "It's possible to heave up my breakfast whenever I see your ugly mug."

Puck tut-tutted and headed off to the shuttle. There was one waiting for passengers to board, and Puck headed straight for it. When they reached it however, he walked straight past the entry machine. Sabrina frowned and walked faster so they were walking shoulder-to-shoulder.

"Why are we not boarding the shuttle?" she asked, a hint of irritation in her voice. Puck glanced over to her for a brief second, then concentrated on something up ahead.

"Are you crazy?" he demanded, which set Sabrina's anger level up even higher. "Those thugs would surely be on every shuttle in the city. They're probably running all over this place just looking for you. We have to stay off public transport. Stay low. I thought you were a spy, Grimm. You should know better."

Sabrina stiffened. "Just exactly how much do you know about me?"

Puck hesitated before answering. Sabrina found this suspicious.

"I only know what my boss told me, and that's not much. I know you're a world class spy, professional, although I think they got that part wrong." He winked at her here and Sabrina glared back. "I know you've never failed a mission, and that you're family mostly depends on you to deal with these sort of things. That's pretty much it."

Sabrina nodded, comprehending. She had a feeling he wasn't telling her everything, but it would have to do for now. She could get the rest later.

"So how are we going to travel, Genius?"

Puck smirked before giving her a quick "You'll see," and then stepped out of the set of double doors on this end of the station.

Sabrina frowned, but said nothing. He led them to a small building, perfectly square and pristine white. There were no windows on the back wall, but there was a ladder. The thin metal frame shook as Puck hefted himself up easily and climbed to the top. His blonde head appeared over the edge and he grinned at Sabrina, who had her arms crossed over her chest, one eyebrow raised.

"Come on, Grimm. Get up here."

Sabrina sighed and quickly climbed the ladder. On the last few rungs, Puck extended his hand down to her, but she pushed it roughly to the side and pulled herself over the edge. She stood up, and turned to question Puck.

She nearly fell off the building in shock.

On Puck's back were two magnificent wings, and they were bright pink. They were taller than him, and Sabrina could see that they were shimmering in the sunlight. They were beautiful.

"So? What do you think?"

Puck was grinning from ear to ear, and all Sabrina could do was stand there with her mouth open.

What was he?

She had heard rumors about strange beings in Ferryport Landing, but there being no evidence to prove it had sent the suspicions to the bottom of Sabrina's check-list.

But this was enough evidence for sure. Heck, this explained a lot of things, actually.

When she had regained enough of her dignity, Sabrina slowly ran a hand through her hair and over her face. Puck seemed amused by her reaction, and she felt that annoying feeling in her stomach. Get yourself together, Grimm, she thought. Show him.

"So we're gonna fly?" She asked, emotionless. Puck nodded and stretched his arms out, as if asking for a hug. Sabrina froze. He was going to carry her. Oh god. Puck must have seen this.

"What, do you have a set of amazing wings hidden in that tiny back of yours too? Are they gonna be popping out anytime soon, because we really need to get going, if you wanna save your family. But hey, it's okay, we could just do this another time, right? How does Monday sound?"

Sabrina glared at him. Why did he have to make a joke out of everything? He was just so, so... immature. Not to mention a pain in the ass.

She walked over to him silently, her arms crossed. Puck grinned and extended his arms again. She turned around so that he could grab her from behind, and she stiffened when he wrapped his arms around her waist. His arms were strong, and she could feel his breath on her neck.

It was annoying.

"Just don't try anything," she warned him as they started to lift off the roof. She could practically feel him grinning.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Grimm. After all, I am just too awesome for someone like you."

Sabrina snorted.

"This is coming from the one with pink wings."

"Shut up."