O.S. -March 22 10:14 PM O.F. -May 12 10:11 PM
A/N. To my Puck fans: I'm trying to make this totally different from MB's Sisters Grimm Version of Puck. So if you guys don't figure it out soon:

Puck has hazelish green eyes and white hair (not blonde-WHITE; Mustardseed's the Blondie in this). You know how some people make Puck's eyes shift colors? That's what I'm doing. But his eyes usually shift from green to hazel. Frequently.

And since he's going to be different, I can't put so many snarky comments, and make him call Charlotte 'Grimm', 'Stinkpot', or 'Dogface'. So sad….This is gonna be hard since I'm so accustomed to Puck being so rude…

Chapter 18: Enemy or Acquaintance?

"Please wake up Charlotte," A voice said softly. She stroked her daughter's face and sighed. The stranger leaning against the hallway frame scoffed.

"She won't be able to wake up soon. She's recovering from the shock, Sis." He had said it as if it was obvious. His heavy English accent was deep and silky.

Mrs. Di Verian glared at him, "Well since you're so almighty, why don't you get her things packed and ready?"

The boy grumbled, "Fine. But no way am I stuffing in pantyhose and those other atrocious feminine objects!" He disappeared upstairs.

Peaseblossom, Charlotte's mom, let out an exasperated sigh, then looked back at the stairs. The fairy was in her daughter's room, so he probably wouldn't be able to watch her from that distance. She let the flow of electricity touch her fingertips, and then she gently put her hand on her daughter's forehead.

Charlotte woke up with a gasp, "Alana!"

Mrs. Di Verian sighed with relief.

"You thought I wouldn't notice, huh?" Snickering was the fairy boy, who had a small suitcase resting in his hands.

Mrs. Di Verian rolled her eyes, "Oh close up your ego! I appreciate your help, but I'd do without the snarky and rude words."

Charlotte looked confused, "Who's he?"

The boy retorted, "He is right here! He has a voice!" He huffed indignantly, and crossed his arms over his chest.

"He's apparently cross very easily," Mrs. Di Verian muttered, "Charlotte; this is Puck, the fairy who saved you."

Charlotte looked speechless, "P...Puck?"

Puck rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "No, I'm Peter Hood, or whoever that man's name is!"

"I believe you're referring to Robin Hood and Peter Pan-"

"Stop! I believe I would know who they were. And I say I'm Peter Hood."

"You don't even know your own name?" Charlotte mocked.

"Close up your voice- No one wants to hear it," Puck said, "Or as you city people do it: 'Talk to the hand!'" To show his indignance, he pushed his hand towards her. His hands were covered with soot and ashes left from the burning house.

Charlotte was about to talk back when she realized something, "Mom...Alana's gone, isn't she?"

Mrs. Di Verian hugged her daughter close, "I'm so sorry." Charlotte cried softy into her mother's shoulder.

Puck's hard look softened as he saw Mrs. Di Verian comfort her daughter. A knot twisted in his stomach, and sad events flashed in his head.

Charlotte felt a hand on her back, and saw Puck smiling sadly at her, "I'm sorry. I wish I could've saved her."

She smiled back, "Thanks."

Mrs. Di Verian looked at her daughter, "Now it's about time I tell you the whole story."

"Okay."

Her mom took a deep breath, "My sister is Titania-the Queen of Faerie. Puck and Mustardseed are her sons. Mustardseed is getting married soon, and Puck is already smitten…"

Puck blushed, but his bravado never left."The Queen of Fae, Cilicia, is threatening Faerie because we refuse to give up our kingdom. She's threatening by a bloody war…"

Charlotte gave her mother a look. "Don't curse when I'm in this room."

"Sorry. Anyways…Titania and Oberon have inferred that an old prophecy must be starting now."

"Wait, it's only a war, right? You know-people fighting, bombs. And I thought fairies were immortal," Charlotte pointed out.

"Dear, our life forces are very thin. We can live forever, but we were made for peace. If that peace doesn't hold, then during the battle, those fairies might not get a second chance at life."

"So what does this all have to do with me?"

"The King and Queen have announced that the Queen's sister-me- must bring her child to Faerie, and the child is fulfilling a prophecy."

"I never knew Faerie could have prophecies."

"This prophecy was designed by Shakespeare himself. He was going to make a story about it before he died, but he didn't make it. All his unrecorded stories are changed into prophecies. One particular one was about Faerie. And that prophecy includes you."

Charlotte looked dumbfounded, "So...you're bringing me to Faerie to fulfill this thing?"

Her mother laughed, "Heaven's no! I'm much unfit for flying now. And I can't practice with humans all around me. That's why Puck's here." She pointed towards the fairy shoveling into his mouth the laid out food on the table.

I guess that was what the groceries were for, Charlotte thought.

"He's going to fly you to fairy, Charlotte. Won't that be an interesting experience for you? And you get to finish your essay on him too!"

Puck looked up from his food, "You're writing about me? What a brilliant way to show the whole world who I am!" His hazel eyes shone brightly.

Just like the moon, Charlotte observed. Maybe he was winking at her the time she and Alana watched the stars. It's possible, since he was here in the flesh.

"Yeah, I kind of have too. But I can always have Mustardseed bring me instead," Charlotte flashed him a joking grin. He huffed.

"My brother's unintelligent as it is. I may be slightly dumb, but I'm not stupid or fully dumb!" He retorted.

"Calm down Mr. Grumpy Pants! I was joking! What happened to the all smiley one?" said Charlotte

"I'm not always smiley, as you put it, Ms. Charlotte. I am the Imp, the Trickster King, ruler of deliquents, Prince of Pranks, the Pooka. I can scare you in your nightmares." His eyes flashed. Mrs. Di Verian hit his head with a rolled up newspaper.

"Oh close up, Robin! I will not let you bring my daughter with that attitude. I suppose I'll just call for Mustardseed," She said. Puck fumed, but said nothing. "Good! Well then, Charlotte, Puck has your things packed-well besides your private needs. Here, I'll help you get some more of your stuff."

As they walked up the stairs, Charlotte said, "I'm sorry I didn't believe you."

"Its fine, dear! I wouldn't believe myself if I wasn't born in Faerie!" She laughed.

"Why'd you leave Faerie, mom? It sounds like such an exciting place!" Charlotte started putting some items in a bag.

"Well, once you've seen all the bright lights and some snotty fairies- you get bored. I believe I'm the only fairy who decided to come to the mortal world."

"Was dad a fairy?" She handed her mom some clothes.

"...No. That's why he died of cancer. A fairy would be able to
overcome that disease, but your father didn't." She smiled sadly at Charlotte, putting some of Charlotte's things in a backpack.

"Oh..." They had finished.

"Charlotte! Wait here!" Her mother went into her room and came back with two books.

"What are these for?"

Mrs. Di Verian pointed to a big black book, "This has all information of Faerie, and its magic so all new news come right to here. And you can make it smaller and lighter by folding it." She folded the book in half, then again, and again. It now was the size of Charlotte's palm. Her mother placed it in her back pants.

She held out the other book, a thin one with an aquamarine color, "This one is normal. One half of this is a journal -you can use this for your essays if you want, and the other half is for drawing."

Charlotte hugged her mom, "Thanks a bunch!" She held onto the journal/drawing book.

"No problem sweetie."

"Let's get this show on the road!" Puck shouted from downstairs.

Mrs. Di Verian rolled her eyes, "He has the patience of an air freshener."

Charlotte looked at her mother with a confused look.

"Inside joke," She simply said.

They walked downstairs and saw Puck shoveling food into a messenger bag.

"Hey that's mine!" Charlotte recognized her purple striped bag.

"I'm a hungry man! I need my nutrition!" He said.

Peaseblossom rolled her eyes, "C'mon, let's go outside now."

"So...we using Puck as an airplane?" Charlotte joked.

Puck and her mom glanced at each other, and the joking smile fell of her face.

"No."

"Yes," the fairies said in unison as they walked outside. Puck carried the food-stuffed messenger bag and Charlotte's suitcase. She had put her journal into her suitcase so none of the food stuffed in her messenger bag would ruin it.

"No," Charlotte said forcefully.

Puck tutted to himself, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. This won't do..." He took out a small cube and crushed it in his hand. He sprinkled the debris over the suitcases and Charlotte's messenger bag. They suddenly vanished.

"Hey! Where did everything go?" Charlotte cried. She made sure that her book of Faerie hadn't disappeared too by patting the back pocket of her jean.

Puck opened his hand, "In here." Inside his palm, were the items that had vanished-mini sized, of course.

Charlotte's eye grew wide as Puck smirked. He put a hand behind her ear and the small cube from earlier appeared-now a medium sized version. There was a small latch on the side of the cube, and he opened it and placed all the supplies into the cube.

"H...how did you do that?"

"Magic," Puck said in a sing-song voice, and then he crossed his arms and tapped a finger on his chin. "Now...the other problem..."

Puck lashed out and grabbed Charlotte heaving her onto his shoulder, with her upper body facing down his back. A shocked look immediately spread across her already red face.

"Puck!" She cried, closing her hands into fists and beating him, "You Shakespearean jerk!"

The fairy smirked, "Why thank you, wench!" He looked pleased.

"You stupid, stinky fairy-let go of me!"

"Hey," he said seriously, "Stop it. Or else I'll have to put you in the box, and I can't guarantee you'll be able to breathe."

She immediately stopped. Better to be carried than to die of claustrophobia.

"Bye, Sister!" Puck called out to Mrs. Di Verian.

"Goodbye Robin, dear! I love you Charlotte," She said to them both.

"Bye, Mom," Charlotte said quietly, telling herself not to cry.

"Hold on tight, girl. I'm no luxurious airplane," Puck said.

"Wait-" her protest was cut short as she felt the air rush past her.
She gasped, glancing at Puck's wings.

They were intricately designed. The wings were tinted green, but were more transparent. It was very sunny, so the rays reflected off his insect type wings. The wings were sort of like dragonfly ones.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer," Puck said smirking.

"I was looking at your wings, you fairy," she retorted.

"Well, from my perspective, you were looking lower."

Charlotte spluttered, "N-no way! I was not!"

Puck laughed, "You're so fun to annoy."

"I'm not sure whether I should call you my enemy or my acquaintance," Charlotte muttered bitterly.

••••

The two had been flying for quite awhile. After they had taken a few joy rides in the clouds, Puck headed east.

"Is Faerie actually here? Or do we have to pass through some type of portal?" Charlotte questioned.

"Well, once we pass the Divide in Costa Rica, we'll be in Faerie. Right now we're west of Costa Rica, so we're flying east. And no portal. Just a tingly feeling."

"Interesting..." Charlotte made a mental note to herself.

So far, she had asked him countless questions about Faerie, and also about Shakespeare. She had asked him if he had ever met him.

'Yes I have. As a matter a fact-you should be happy you never met him.
He was a crack head.'

After that, Charlotte couldn't really find anything else to ask about
him.

There was silence. Sort of. The wind made up for it.

Charlotte sighed. How long had they been flying? One or two hours?
And all the way to Costa Rica? Charlotte could tell that even though they were fairies, airplanes still must've been faster.

"Puck, how much longer until we get to The Divide?"

Puck tutted to himself, "Tsk, tsk...maybe five more minutes? We've been flying for thirty minutes so far.."

Whoa. That was certainly faster than a jet at that, "Whoa! But it doesn't seem as if you're going faster than a jet..."

The fairy gave her a look. "Magic, remember?"

"Right." Charlotte couldn't still get over the fact that she was flying with her Shakespearean obsession to Faerie. Oh and the fact that magic was real was a plus.

Charlotte searched her mind for another fact to start up another
conversation. "Uhh...Mom says you're smitten?"

The grin on Puck's face fell quite a bit. "Ah yes. We've been smitten for...about 29 years? Just about."

"You just made yourself sound old," Charlotte snickered.

"Close your mouth," Puck snapped. Charlotte was taken aback by his bipolar-ness.

"Hey, you don't have to be so rude," Charlotte shot back. She nor did the fairy notice the bright Costa Rican sun change from the bright red to a shadowy yellow.

"You should stop being such a smart alec!" A surge of anger flooded through Puck as he passed a boundary. The boundary.

Charlotte didn't know this but when you passed the boundary to Faerie, the emotion you feel before you pass, rises. So since Puck was annoyed- he was now angry.

The same happened to Charlotte, and her anger rose, "Shut up! I didn't even want to be in this stupid mission! Faerie can rot for all I care!" Her mind started to cloud, and all she could feel was anger.

Puck's eyes turned a dark green, almost black, "Don't you dare speak about my home that way you bloody human!" He didn't care that he was cursing at the moment.

"Why? Are you going to go home and cry to your girlfriend?" Her voice rose an octave.

Puck's face was red and furious, "Shut the bloody Fae up, you indolently dim-witted child!" His grip on her loosened. They finally were away from the Divide, about two miles away.

Charlotte's mind suddenly cleared. "W-wait, Puck-"

Right before his mind regained control of his emotions, he had dropped her out of anger. Charlotte screamed as she plummeted toward the ground.

"Ms. Charlotte!"

A/N. I just love cliffies, don't you? ;D