A/N: First off, my heart goes out to all that were affected by the Connecticut shooting, may all those that died rest in piece, but do not let their memory disappear along with them. Second, WE SURVIVED 2012!, personally my family has been excited for this (not) to happen since 2008, but don't get me wrong we never believed it was going to happen. Actually on December 21st, the day it was supposed to end I watched 2012 on FX, it was hilarious to think all that was supposed to happen. Third Happy Holidays! I hope you all had great ones! Fourth I got 1,154 views already, I haven't wrote another story, so I don't know if that's a lot or a little, but I think it's a lot, though I am a little disappointed that the people that viewed my story didn't like it enough to review, favorite, or follow my story. But anyways, sorry for the really long author note, and thanks for the views, reviews, favorites, and follows.

Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except my characters, Ray and Chris, and the plot.

Recap:

Uncle Jake then somehow gets in front of her, blocking her way to the touchdown zone, but that's not a problem for Sabrina she just slides under Uncle Jake, not even slowing down, in fact, I think she sped up! After Sabrina doesn't even take a second to continue running, she just acts like she was never on the ground in the first place. Next Sabrina sprints the seven yards to the touchdown and we win!

The Past's Not Always in the Past Chapter 8

Sabrina's POV

We won and I am smiling like an idiot! I am not even breathing hard, that was actually not hard at all. And I still cannot even believe I did a flip! Well not that I did a flip, but that I did a flip in front of my family. Just doing a flip is really easy for me. I've done it so many times; I've lost count of how many.

Uncle Jake walks up to me breathing heavy, "'Brina, that was amazing, where did you learn to do stuff like that?" he asks, while looking at me amazed.

"I did a some gymnastics when I was little." I shrug

"Well, that was certainly more than a some gymnastics." He says. I just shrug again; I didn't think it was that impressive. I didn't tell him though, that I made a lot of money by winning gymnastics competitions after my parents were kidnapped to feed Daphne.

Then I realize that Uncle Jake was not the only one looking at me with amazed expressions on everyone was looking at me like that, even Daph even though she had seen quite a few of my competitions, so of course she was less amazed by my skill because she'd seen it before, but I guess she was amazed about how used my skills in a real life situation. The only person that had a lesser expression than Daphne was Puck, still on the ground, but the only reason he had a lesser expression was because he was angry, annoyed, and surprised, and he was trying to hide his surprised and amazed expressions.

Puck gets off the ground and walks over to me screaming, "I demand a redo!" he yells

"On what grounds, stinkpot?" I counter

"'On what grounds?'" he repeats, "I am the king tricksters! Leader of Juvenile delinquents! I do not need grounds to do as I please! And besides, you cheated, ugly!"

"WHAT!" I cry, "I did NOT cheat!" I yell back.

"Prove it." Puck says to me. "Prove to me you did not cheat."

"Well what do you think I cheated on?" I ask.

"I think you got Daphne to put a spell on you right as I went up behind you, to make you good at flips or whatever." He says

"Okay, this will be easy to prove, I will do my routine to prove it." I say

"Wait, how will I know if the spell wore off or not?" Puck questions.

Uncle Jake then runs up to me and sticks this weird looking thermometer in my mouth and under my tongue. He kept it in there for about five seconds then looks at it and says "She clean, there is no magic in her system."

"Okay." I say a little confused, "Well then I will just do my routine now." I roll my head around, cracked my neck, stretch my triceps, stretch the rest of both arms, stretch my right leg, stretch my left leg, do a back bend, walkover, a split, an aerial, just my regular warm up.

When I am done with my warm up I realize everyone is looking at me strangely. "What? I stretch to prevent injuries, okay?" I say to all of them, and in return they all just seem to shrug.

I run to the edge of the backyard, bordering he forest. I try to remember how I should set up space wise. I finally figure out what I'm going to do and how I am not going to hurt myself with no mats. Then I look down at myself and realize what I'm wearing. "Uncle Jake?" I call.

"Yeah 'Brina?" He responds

"Do you think you could put me in a leotard?"

"Sure." He takes out some wand and zaps me with it, I feel a little tingle of want but I can handle it. I look down at myself and see I am in a hot pink, leopard print leotard. I glare up at Uncle Jake, he just chuckles.

I image the music starts, and I began in my starting position, my right side hip is jutted to the side my head is down and my hands are in front of me. I take two steps and do two flips then a double flip in the air; I land inside the zones I set out beforehand, yes! I put my left leg out and curled my arms in front of me bend my right leg a little then do a complete back flip, I land inside again, yes! I spin and do an aerial over to the corner to my right. From there I run across jump in the air REALLY high spin in an arch fashion and land inside, again, perfect! I do the rest of my routine and finish breathing hard.

Everyone besides Daphne (because she has seen my routine before) is looking at me in awe, including Puck. I blush, and then crack my back and neck.

"Come on Puck lets have our little chat now." I say I walk in the house then in my room, then through on some sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt. Because of the distance between me and my family they didn't notice my scar when I was doing my routine even though I had a exposing leotard on. It's a long, large, ugly scar high up on my left thigh, the side that was not facing my family when I started my routine. I start to think about how I got it but then, right away, I push the thought out of my mind. I do not want to think about this right now, if I do, I might just kill Chris…

I hear the screen door open then shut, it must be Puck. I walk in the hallway right as he flies up the stairs. I gesture for him to enter my room and he does. He sits down on my bed and I turn around, shut the door, and lock it.

"Whoa, getting serious here, aren't we?" He jokes. I glare at him.

"Yes." I answer with complete seriousness. Puck just looks at me questionably.

I get right down to business, "Was John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt part of the Faerie community?"

"Yes…?" Puck skeptically answers.

"Which one?" I ask.

"Both." He replies.

"Tell me everything you know about them." I command

Puck huffs "Fine, when I got banished they were living in the Bronx, and owned some boxing gym. I am actually good friends with the younger John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt. He and I still write each other. The older John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt was like the older brother I've never had."

"Tell me about it." I whisper to myself

"What?" Puck asks

"Nothing, continue." I order

"Alright… Well the younger John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt is doing well. Its actually weird, every since I complained to him about you, he always asks about you… Wait a second, now your asking about him, do you two know each other?!" He realizes

"Yes." I answer

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