Cookies and Planning Pranks

"Hey, Grimm. Wait up." Puck half ran half jogged to catch up to the angry blonde girl marching back the way they had come less than twenty minutes before, class forgotten.

"No, you hurry up." Sabrina snapped, legs snapping on in front of the other quickly as if she were in a speed walking race. "Chocolate chip or lemon?"

"Huh?" Puck asked. Grimm must be going senile. What did food have to do with anything? Although, if he ever had to pick what to think about while crazy, it would definitely be food.

"Cookies. I am making cookies." Sabrina yanked open the door to their dormitory and slammed her books onto the floor. "What do you want? Chocolate chip or lemon?" She asked aggressively, already on her way into the kitchen.

"Umm..." Puck followed her into the kitchen. "Chocolate chip?" He offered hesitantly. Did Grimm like chocolate? Or did she like lemon better? If he had chosen wrong, she might bite off his head.

"Then get them out of the cupboard. The one to the left of the sink, second shelf." Sabrina commanded, whipping out her recipe book and flipping the pages wildly, passing her desired instructions several times before she managed to slow down enough to stop on the right page. She glanced at the recipe then leaned over to the stove to punch in the temperature she needed to bake cookies.

Silently, Puck reached up and took down the glass jar of chocolate chips, watching Sabrina in of his eye. He inwardly cringed as he saw her reach for her apron and tie it on. Sabrina only wore the Apron when she was extremely mad, but had the common sense to realize that she did her own laundry, and didn't want to do extra work. And the onlt time he had ever gotten her worked up enough to realize this was when he had accidently turned off her laptop while she was working on a school assignment, and hadn't saved it when she went to get a glass of water. Puck cringed at the memory. It had been horrible. He had eaten nothing but instant mashed potatoes and poptarts for a week because Sabrina reused to cook for him.

"That complete moron-" Sabrina muttered, yanking open the fridge door and slamming the contents around as she looked for butter. "I oughta-"

"Grimm... Is there anything else you need?" Puck cut her off. He did not want mentally scarred by whatever horrifying images Sabrina was conjuring up in her mind's eye.

"Grease a cookie sheet." She demanded, pulling out the eggs and slamming the refridgerator door behind her as she stood up and made her way to the mixer. She dumped the butter into the stainless steel bowl like it was a evil accomplice to Brantly and began mixing it by hand with furious energy that made Puck cringe as he got out the large rectanglular cookie sheet an used the butter papers to grease it.

"That self- centered-" Sabrina started, still stirring the butter as if it had done her a personal wrong, "-Complete moron."

Puck sighed quietly in relief. He had never heard Grimm utter anything past the word 'Heck' on the bad word scale. If she had started swearing now, well. May the poor unfortunate meet someone great in the next life. Although, he mused, watching Sabrina as she continued to mutter and dump sugar into her bowl, Brantly wasn't such a poor unfortunate. He was a scheming, smirking, full-of-himself idiot.

Sabrinna glanced over at Puck. He looked almost scared as she stirred the eggs into he butter and sugar paste. Well, why shouldn't he? She had never been this mad. Not even when he had turned off her laptop when she was half-way through a school assignment and had forgotten to save her progress.

Silently, but stll fuming like a pot on a stove, Sabrina dashed some baking soda and salt, along with her guess of three cups of flour into her bowl and raising a cloud of white dust.

Puck looked on, as far from Sabrina as he could get whle still being in the kitchen. He started as a sugary and soft ball packed with lumps of chocolate hit him in the forehead. He looked at Sabrina.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" She asked, hands already flying to form another ball of cookie dough. "Put it on the pan. Six cookies to a row, six rows."

Puck nodded, wondering why Grimm was scaring him enough that he was doing work for her. He bent down to pick up the cookie dough ball at his feet, and popped it on the pan, just as three more came sailig his way. He managed to catch them before they could hit the wall, and arranged them beside the other one. Sabrina was forming and throwing balls faster than he could catch them and put them in their rows. They had the cookie pan ready in record time.

Sabrina sighed and snatched the pan off the counter in the same second the oven dinged, signifying that it was reay to bake the cookies, made with anger and fright.

Quickly, Sabrina popped the pan into the oven and closed it, before setting the timer for twelve minutes. She sighed again, anger run out. Puck almost sighed with herr, his sigh in relief, as she took off the apron and plopped into the nearest kitchen chair. The worst of the storm was over.

"So..." He ventured. When sabrina only made a small grunting sound, and didn't glare at him, he continued. "What are we doing about our other classes?" Since both of them were going for teaching jobs, they shared a lot of the same classes. And that meant that Puck could usually daydream, and steal Sabrina's class notes later. It was a good arrangement he thought. Sabrina often disagreed with him.

"It's obivious, isn't it?" Sabrina asked. Without waiting for a reply, she continued, "We'll skip the one we're supposed to be in, since we're a half hour late anyway, and go to the rest of them."

"Oh." Puck nodded like it had been obvious to him.

Sabrina groaned and stood up as the oven timer went from seven minutes to six. "Milk?" She asked, opening the cupboard and taking down two glasses annd two plates.

"Uh-huh." Puck nodded as Sabrina opened the fridge and pulled out the carton. She poured the two glasses full to the brim, and brought them both over to the table. She handed Puck his, and sat down again.

"So, I worked out our schedulale for the day." She said. When Puck made no sign of either interest or disinterest, she continued. "We're going to do all of our classes, come home, have supper, do homework, and go to bed. At midnight sharp, I'm going to go kill Brantly." She beamed.

Puck stared at her. "You're kidding about killing Brantly, right?" He asked increduously.

"Nope." She sipped her milk.

"Grimm, I have heard some dumb plans, but this is the dumbest of all." Puck at all like Brantly. His smirk was handsome and sexy. Brantly's was over done and tired.

Sabrina glared at him. "It would be worth it." She stated.

"It would be worth it to you to go to jail, put your educatioon on hold like that, haave it on your resume, and look at your little sister and know you killed someone?" Puck asked, pointing out everything wrong with her plan.

Sabrina sighed. "No. But... I dont want to let him just getway with it."

Puck grinned. "Wait here." He commanded and sprinted into the bedroom. Sabrina heard the opening and shutting of a drawer, then Puck was back in the kitchen, holding what looked like a large piece of graph paper. Proudly, he spread it out on the table. It was a complicated and detailed diagram of-

"A prank?" Sabrina asked, leaning closer.

"A prank." Puck confirmed smiling down at his work fondly.

Sabrina looked over it carefully, a smile splitting her face. "It's perfect." She nodded happily.

~The Sisters Grimm~

Ta-Da! I fixed it! I think. If not, Fanfiction is going to get one, long, irritated email about their work. And you wouldn't be reading this anyway. So Whoo- Hoo if you're reading this! If not, let me know. And that looks really dumb.

Okay, so for any of you who do not know, I was expiriencing trouble with uploading documents. A chapter was due a long time ago, but it wouldn't come up. And for that, I apologize.

In answer to reviews, well, most of you just wanted me to update, and then were asking why I didn't get a move on. So now you know your answer.

Did anyone see my new style of writing? Curlscat brought it to my attention that I was doing too much dialogue, not enough story around it. So if anyone prefered this chapter's style to all the others, let me know!

And, as a last mesage before I post, elligoat's Best Sisters Grimm story contest is up! Basically, every year, elligoat makes a contest where the readers nominate any stories that they thought were the best they had read. Every... few weeks(?), you have to vote for the story you think is best. Go nominate any story you think should win. Nominations close as of the second of January.

'Til next chapter!

-The Irish Lass