My apologies for taking SOOO long to update! I have a life, too, you know. I've been oober busy with school, my volleyball season is reaching the busiest point, I lahv my horsey and have been playing with him, and I've had some serious writer's block! Plus, I wanted to read everyone else's story and take a break from my own. That last chapter was pitiful. Puck was OOC but he lost a lot of blood and he was tired and delusional and stressed and Sabrina was DYING for a stupid reason, k? K. I couldn't think of a better way to get her hurt, but she needed to get hurt, I felt... I'm ashamed of myself. I hope the future chapters are several times better.
I shouldn't need to put a disclaimer saying I don't own this. I don't have the skillz, obviously, and I would be writing a book, not a fanfic. Idiot. Jk. So here's chapter 7!
Puck was angry. Puck was tired. Puck was upset. He wanted OUT of this box! He stopped his pacing to kick the barn wall, wincing as he put weight on his leg. Seeing that he was a fast healer, it wasn't in as bad of shape as it was, but it was still very battered and sore. He could put weight on it, though.
"SHUTUP!" said a deep, throaty voice that sounded a lot like Spirit...
"Make me!" Puck dared him angrily. He heard angry muttering for a few moments and a halfhearted kick at the wooden wall. Puck snorted.
His ears flickered, hearing the barely audible sound of distant footsteps. They were quiet, hesitant, only to be made by a smaller girl. Puck put his neck over the stall door and craned his head to try and catch a glimpse. In the process, a girl in a red cloak squeaked in surprise.
"Oh, Puck... I wasn't expecting that!" she said quietly, but still managed to sound surprised.
Puck grunted. "What are you doing here, Red?" He didn't call her Crazy 'Cat' Lady for once. She blinked and was fixing to answer before he asked, "Tell me again why I'm still a horse? How's Sabrina?"
She took a hesitant breath and opened her mouth. "Um..." She shifted uncomfortably. She figured he wouldn't like hearing about the state she was in, so she answered his first two questions. "I figured you would want out of your stall and maybe walk around a bit... and they don't want you changing your anatomy, or they said they'll have to... have to... r-rebreakyourbones," she finished quickly, not liking the thought. It sounded so... Painful! Cruel! She shook her head quickly.
Puck muttered a few things under his breath before saying, "What about my last question?"
Red looked down. "I forgot what it was..."
Puck pinned his ears and pressed his chest up against the stall door, leaning against it to get closer to Red, his eyes glinting. "Red..." he said threateningly.
She gulped, seeing his teeth showing a little. "Please don't hurt me," she whimpered. "If I.. I tell you... will you not hurt me?"
The stallion sighed and relaxed. "I promise. Now tell me."
"...Will you run me over when I let you out to go see her?"
Puck opened his mouth to say something sarcastic, but paused. Then he squirmed a bit. "Um... I... I'll try? Look, it'd be best if you just stay behind the stall door once you open it."
She frowned. "Okay..." She shifted a little before saying quietly, "They managed to heal her injuries, but... she's in a coma..."
Puck was concerned, in reality, but he tried to act nonchalant and whistled as if he was impressed. "She really did it this time..."
Red looked unconvinced with his act and managed to giggle a little before saying, "Okay, Puck." She began to unbolt the door before stopping. She then grinned.
Puck was getting a little impatient until he saw this. "I thought we cured you of your craziness, Psycho."
Red frowned at this, before she giggled again and stood on her tiptoes and whispering into his ear, "You're not convincing anyone!" Puck blinked at this and was fixing to deny it, when she opened the stall gate. He bolted out of the barn and yelled, "I'm free!" loud enough to get a few looks from nearby Everafters.
After running past a few Everafters, he slowed to a canter and stopped his celebrating. He looked around him for a minute, trying to find someone he knew. His eyes landed on Henry Grimm. He groaned, but he would have to do. He cantered over to him.
"Yo, Grumpy!"
Henry scowled, but it quickly disappeared and he looked miserable. He had dark circles under his eyes, his face was pale and drawn, and he had a few whiskers forming around his chin.
"What do you want, Puck?" he asked in a tired voice. Puck pitied him.
"Where's Sabrina?" This earned another scowl from Henry.
"What, do you wanna pull another one of your pranks on her? Show her how much you care? Leave her with no dignity whatsoever? Want to see her humiliated face as soon as she wakes up?" he shouted. "If she wakes up..." he whispered, looking horribly upset.
Puck, surprisingly, didn't comment on any of this. He let Henry calm down a little before asking, "Just... Tell me where she is."
Henry sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "Medical tent. 3rd from the last bed. Right side."
Puck nodded and was fixing to take off, before he turned back around, twitching his ears a little. "...Thanks."
Henry blinked, trying to keep the shocked expression off of his face. His attempts were in vain. "Um... You're welcome, I guess.." But Puck was already on his way.
As Puck stumbled into the medical tent, Nurse Sprat looked up from the patient she was looking at. "Hey! Take it easy there, big fella, your leg isn't healed yet, you could rebreak it!"
Puck ignored her though as he walked down the aisle, glancing between each of the curtains at the beds. Beside every bed were two seats friends and family could sit on. He was almost to the end of the tent before he heard sniffling.
"-and I really hope you know... that I'm really glad I have you as my sister. I've realized just how much you've given up for me... and I really hope you decide to stay in Ferryport Landing when this is all over! You are-" Sniffle. "-a very Sabrinacious detective."
Puck smiled a little. There was only one person that would describe Sabrina as 'Sabrinacious'. He stomped his back feet a little so Daphne could hear his arrival.
"Sabrinacious?" he asked with a grin.
Daphne, of course, only heard his nicker, but she knew that confused yet curious look on everyone. "Roos- Puck! You're okay!" She ran up and hugged the horse. "Don't look so curfused. It is anything and everything that is as punk rock as Sabrina." She grinned, proud that she had used two other Daphne-ish words in her description of another.
Puck didn't bother to ask about the 'curfused', but he tucked the little girl into his chest with his head and nuzzled her hair, earning a giggle from Daphne. She pulled back and looked at him, all seriousness now. "I'll leave you two alone. I've visited her enough." She looked back reluctantly at the girl with the splayed-out blonde hair on the bed before leaving.
Puck stood and watched her. And watched her. The beeping of her heart monitor was blaring in the silence of the room. It was a steady beeping, that he was glad for.
Finally, he spoke. "Ahh, Grimm... Normally, I'd say that there's nothing to be said. I've said it all already. But... We all know that's not true. Besides me telling you that you're a hero, you're a good detective, you're not lost, and that you don't need makeup... Well, to tell you the truth, there's so much more to be said." He sighed, before frowning a bit. "No one believes me when I try to deny the fact that- No. Now's not the time... You ARE going to wake up! Here I am, throwing my reputation away, growing older, developing these.. feelings I've never felt before! And all because you had to come along, and give me that stupid puberty virus!"
Puck knew by now that puberty wasn't contagious. It was a stage GROWING boys went through to become a... He shuddered. A... man. Who ever thought that Puck, the Trickster King, would ever grow up? Least of all, for a GIRL? A Grimm girl, at that. "Oh, who am I kidding... I've been confused even before my voice started cracking and I've gained a few inches... I've come to realize... that... I'm doing it for you, Sabrina Grimm. I'm doing it for you."
. . . . .
She snuck out of the campgrounds, unseen. She had managed to get out of that silly little contraption they kept her in. Dusting her dirty and tattered dress off, she morphed into a human size. She ran to the battlesite, looking around the grounds, before tripping over something. She looked back and cried out.
"Peter!" She crawled over and shook him. "Wake up! WAKE UP!" she screamed, tears trickling down her dirty cheeks. She knew he was dead. She just refused to accept it right now. "Peter..." she whispered as she leaned her head down on him and sobbed softly.
A few hours later, after she had mourned, she stood up, trembling with rage. She ran. She did not think to use her wings. She had to run off the remaining shreds of grief, hopelessness, loss... So she ran into the woods. Branches grabbed at her, trees popped out of nowhere and threatened to knock her over, limbs scratched her, leaves crumbled under her feet. But she didn't feel it. Her legs kept pumping, driving her further into the forest. Long after her lungs had passed the point of burning and her sides were in tremendous pain, she was still running. She stumbled into a clearing and looked around.
Someone was here. Someone has been here. Someone may still be here. Her head jerked to the left, hearing a branch snap.
A fat and bewildered lady stepped out of the trees with a large stick. She looked like she was trying to convince herself to beat the intruder down to a pulp. Dirt and sweat caked her face. The ton of makeup on it was smeared, making her look more clownish than she already did. Her hair looked like a rat's nest.
"Oh, save the act," Tinkerbell snarled. "Everyone knows you're a coward, Heart. You don't have it in you." The pixie sneered.
The Queen of Hearts blinked, before letting out a maniacal cackle. "If you say so, dearie!" She continued to laugh before Tinkerbell couldn't take it any longer, walked over, and yanked on the stuff she called hair. Heart let out a small cry of pain.
"You," Tink fumed, "are going to help me gather up recruits who DESPISE the Grimms, and help me find the one they call Atticus!"
Heart blinked. "Oh yes," she said. "Atticus. Everyone seems to have forgotten about him... Tell me, who all has been defeated? Who are important to the Hand, anyway."
"The Hand is pathetic. That was a huge failure. Mirror died. Nottingham died..." Her voice trailed off. "Peter died..." she whispered.
The Queen snorted. "Hm. Well, I know quite a few people who will be willing to help us. And I think we can convince a few others..." An evil grin grew on her face, as well as the pixie's.
. . . . .
Daphne decided it was time to stop moping, as it wasn't helping the family. Red was in bad shape and was going through withdrawals when the young brunette walked up to her.
"Hey!" Daphne said.
Red jumped in surprise, blinked a few times, and stood up, before rushing over to Daphne and hugging her. "Daphne!"
Daphne grinned and said, "Red!"
They both squealed and jumped up and down before deciding on what they wanted to do.
"Ooh, I know!" Red said. "We can go riding!"
Daphne bit her palm and bobbed her head up and down before they linked arms and skipped off to the stables. However, they weren't able to skip three times before a wide black void opened up in the space in front of them. They screamed in surprise, wind whipping their hair and clothes around, before Daphne remembered what it was.
"Red!" She turned to the girl next to her. "It's the time tear!"
Red blinked a few times before saying, "The one you went through to go to the future?" Daphne nodded her head quickly. "Oh!"
The girls stood staring at the gaping hole for a few moments, along with several other members of the camp, including the Grimm family and friends, before a rather large canine-looking silhouette leapt out, soon followed by a human figure, who landed gracefully. They looked behind them for a moment before the hole disappeared. They turned back around.
The wolf was large. Not as large as the Big Bad Wolf, of course, and he couldn't walk on two legs. He was just an abnormally large male wolf. Daphne figured he was about the size of Piper. She heard several whispers behind her.
"Look at the beast's eyes!" "He is huge!" "Stay away, he doesn't look too happy." "Whoever that person is, they are insane to keep something that menacing as company."
Daphne found his eyes unnerving, as well. They were red, narrowed in anger, and they swept over the crowd very critically. They glinted with loathing for them, and for himself. Seeing all the stares, he opened his mouth and snarled, revealing sharp white teeth.
The figure looked down at the wolf for a moment, before turning back to the crowd. They wore a black cloak that covered everything but their eyes. Their body looked rather feminine, but strong. They had an air of confidence about them.
Several people stepped forward from the crowd, among them was Uncle Jake. He had a wand pointed at the figure, his eyes narrowed.
"You have an awful lot of magic on you," he said. "I can sense it. Obviously, you're a lady, and I don't like to hurt young ladies, but I will if you don't state your business right now."
The wolf glared at Jake, before looking at the cloaked woman questioningly. She chuckled before moving her hands. Several people's weapons could be heard getting ready to strike.
"Now, now," the woman said before reaching one hand into her pocket and pulling out a wand. She whispered something, before her cloak began to turn into an old jacket that had several pockets sewn onto it. Her hood disappeared, revealing a youthful, pretty face with fierce brown eyes and dark hair that came down to her chin. "There's no need to use your weapons."
Daphne gasped, palm lingering in front of her mouth. "I don't know whether or not to be excited! You're- you're-"
The wolf let out a rumbling noise that sounded a lot like a dark chuckle.
The woman smiled. "Yes, Daphne," she said. "I'm you. And you're going to need my help."
Dun dun. Dun dun dun dun. Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun DU NU NU NU NUUUUU dun dun dun DUUUNNNN...
"SHUTUP!"
...:c
Anyways. There are MANY more chapters to come! (; It's not all about warhorses, mmkay? It just starts out that way... I've been plotting a lot... Just gotta fill all the events in inbetween. xD Which will take a bit more plotting. Hope this was a huge step up from the last chapter! I think I lost a lot of readers for that reason...
