WARNING: PUCK IS AN IDIOT. A VERRRRRRYYYY MEAN(and/or cruel) IDIOT. ANNNNNNNND, THIS MAY NOT POST PROPERLY(AGAIN). IF IT DOESN'T, I APPOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE(AGAIN). Sorry, guys.

Okay, so I'm back. More of an acceptable time, I hope. And yeah, Puck is a jerk. Seriously. Okay, I think that's it for now. And if Sabrina seems a bit OOC, this is my story. Can't be perfect ;). Okay, I think that's it.

Happy reading, loves! =]

I woke up the next morning, more rested than I had been in quite a while. I felt…good. The revelation brought a smile to my face, though I couldn't think why. I assessed the day:

Sunny, yes. Although that didn't really matter to me.

Am I comfy? Surprisingly…yes. Well, I wasn't going to question it, so I hopped out of bed, grabbed a shower, and then realized…it was only 7:00. On a Saturday, I think. Nice. I went downstairs, not really expecting to see anyone else down there. I about jumped out of my skin when I saw Puck eating a bowl of cereal at the dining room table.

"Crap! You scared the hell out of me, Puck! What're you doing up this early on a Saturday, anyway?" He shrugged his shoulders.

"Didn't sleep last night." His answer was brisk, and I noticed an odd look in his eye when he looked at me.

"First you don't eat, then you don't sleep, now you're looking at me funny," I clamped down on my mouth harshly. Oops, hadn't mean to say that…

"Ah ah, Grimm. Now you're looking at me, huh?" Cocky-ugh. Too early for this.

"Sorry, reject, but it's too early for this. You should go sleep." Yes, contrary to popular belief, I do care for Puck, to an extent. And he needs to sleep. I still felt completely rested, and fine, so I wasn't going to sleep.

"Yeah, not gonna happen, stinkpot. What are you doing up this early?" I shrugged at him, like he did to me.

"I just woke up, earlier. I had a good sleep, so I don't need to go back to sleep." His face got intense all of a sudden.

"Good sleep? No…nightmares, then?" I gave him my best what's wrong with you? look, and said,

"Er, no. Now, I'm gonna go get some breakfast." I sidled warily around him, on my way to the kitchen. Something occurred to me then, and I spun around.

"Puck, what did you do?" He gave me a look of his own, before replying,

"Nothing, donkey. Why do you ask?" Some day, I swear…

"You don't eat, you don't sleep, you haven't properly argued with me today, " I said listing things off on my fingers. He raised a dubious eyebrow at me. I found myself stuck by how aristocratic he looked in that moment. A single frame of time, that I know will be committed to my memory. And it's of Puck.

"I told you, I did nothing. I'm not staring at your face any different than usual, I wasn't hungry, so I didn't eat. I wasn't tired, so I didn't sleep. And I didn't argue with you because you said it was too early, and quite frankly, as much as it pains me to say it, I agree. Is that good enough for you, Grimm?" I was dumbstruck. Since when does Puck make so much sense? Since never, that's when. Now it was my turn to raise an incredulous eyebrow while I shook my head and walked around him to the kitchen to get my breakfast for the second time that morning. It was only later that I realized he said he stared at me.

The morning was something else entirely. Sabrina was more observant than I gave her credit for. But it doesn't matter. If she ever said anything to anyone about me not arguing with her, or agreeing with her, or saying I stare at her…oh crap. Well that was smart. You know what? This girl gets under my skin way too much. I think it's time for a little retaliation. In the form of a prank, of course. I am the Trickster King, after all. Now, to get some glue…and some hair dye.

As rested as I was feeling that day, an afternoon nap type thing is always good. Besides, I had training with Granny, and God knows I'd need the energy for that. I lay down on the couch, and the next thing I know, I'm groggy, and Daphne is standing over me with a mirror in her hand and an apprehensive look on her face.

"Er, Sabrina…" I groaned. I knew that look.

"What'd he do?" I asked warily. She handed me the mirror, and I took a deep breath. I turned the mirror to my face…

I dropped my latest glop grenade at the scream- no, shriek- but couldn't be too mad about it. I tell you, that Grimm girl had got a set of lungs on her.

"PUCK! YOU GET YOUR LAZY, SMELLY, STUPID, DEMANDING, EVERAFTER ASS DOWN THESE STAIRS RIGHT NOW!" That wiped the smile off my face a little. She sounded mad. It wasn't even that bad. I mean, all I did was die it-

"PUCK!!" And, that's my cue. I flew down the stairs and landed right in front of her. Her eyes may as well have been closed for all they were squinted.

"Puck, what did you do." I smirked at her.

"I'm sure you know."

"You died my hair green! I don't even like green! I look like a swamp hag!" I wanted to roll my eyes. I really did. But that would definitely send her over the edge.

"You're not supposed to like it, Grimm," I drawled, "And I've seen swamp hags. They're much prettier."

"ARGH!" She launched herself at me, and I ducked out of the way just in time to avoid a fist. She clawed at me any way she could. Finally I just picked her up and flew her to my room. I brought her up high. She stopped struggling, and went limp. I held her up by her wrists.

"Puck, don't you dare drop me." I sneered at him.

"I don't think you're in any position to be making demands, Grimm." I long ago stopped struggling. I never told anyone this, because it never exactly came up, but heights aren't my thing. In fact, I tend to avoid them at all costs. I'm afraid of heights. Okay, I'm terrified. And we were high up, like high high. He dangled me lower, then jerked me up higher. I screamed.

"Puck, fly me down! Come on, let me go let me go let me go!" I started twisting again and writhing. I was desperate. He could not drop me. My thoughts were starting to become blurred and frenzied, all blending into one single tangled twisting coherent thought: LET ME DOWN!

"You want to get down, Grimm? Fine, I'll let you down then." He said. He dropped one hand. I shrieked.

"No! Nononono! Don't do that! Puck, you cannot drop me!" I clung to him desperately.

"What, scared of heights, Grimm?" He said tauntingly. I know he was only saying it to get a rise out of me. All the same, I went rigid, and stopped moving, going limp in defeat. The only one who knew about this was my dad.

Dad…

He began to chuckle, slow little sounds until it turned into full out guaffs. I was shaking, shivering.

"So I was right? The mighty Sabrina Grimm, afraid of heights?" I didn't respond, just clung to him tighter.

"Just…just put me down" I could barely talk through my tremors. That got his attention.

"Hey, Grimm, calm down. I wasn't really gonna, you know…drop you or anything." I shook my head against him. No more talking please. Just put me down and go away. He flew us down steadily and released me, all the while looking at me like I was going to start screaming any minute. I backed away from him just as slowly. I turned around on my shaky legs, knowing the tears that were about to come couldn't be shed around Puck. He'd just laugh some more.

"Hey, Grimm," he sounded uncomfortable, "I'm…sorry." He barely mumbled that last part. I snorted. He couldn't even use my first name. Yeah, real sorry. I turned around to face him, one hand on the doorknob.

"No. You're not." I slammed the door behind me. I walked down the hall to my parent's room. I passed Granny, Daphne, Mr. Canis, Uncle Jake. Said not a word to any of them. I was still shaking profusely. My eyesight was fuzzy. I was breathing shallow little breaths. I ached.

I think it's a panic attack. I thought dizzily. I didn't particularly care, just then. Everyone wanted to know what happened, of course. I just stared at them, daring them to really ask that question and not know the answer. They're not stupid. I was standing in front of them with green hair. What did they think happened? Incredulity ruled most of their faces. Only Daphne was angry. I've actually never seen her look like that. Happy, excited, wondering, sad, betrayed, tired, overjoyed, crushed, confused, but never such anger.

Good luck with them, Puck.

I went inside my parent's room, with a last look outside. I slammed that door, too.

Soooo, Puck was a right idiot. And mean. And rude. But he's Puck, so there's not much that I can do about it. Oh, wait, I can. I'm the author. Ah, okay. So maybe there will be a nicer Puck in the future. You'll just have to wait and see…

~Grimm