Like I told ya, I was busy. I don't feel so bad though, since the SG section has been really slow lately... Tsk tsk. You guys. I'm ashamed. Don't call me a hypocrite, you hypocrite.

Time for the occasional disclaimer! I don't own the Sisters Grimm.


Future Puck sighed again.

Okay, this guy was way too depressing for Puck's liking.

"What happened to you?" he asked for the second time, eyeing the extended hand so much like his own, unsure of whether or not he should take it. He eyed the future version of himself with disbelief.

Sure, he knew about him growing up for Sabrina in the future. Sure, he was okay with it. But something was wrong with this man. As much as Puck hated to admit it, being married to Sabrina and living the rest of his life with her would make him so very happy. This guy had red eyes, a strict face, and what little laugh lines he had had not crinkled up in some time. Then he remembered.

"Aww, sh- aww, this is unbelievable," he moaned pitifully. He visibly drooped with the full-on realization. He was in shock when he heard it before, but when something that painful finally gets through to you, it's like getting hit by a train. So sudden, so painful, you're just left feeling dazed and broken.

Future Puck's frown deepened, if it were possible. He looked around, searching for anyone who might have waken up during the temper tantrum the idiot on the ground had thrown. Surprisingly, nothing seemed disturbed. He glanced at Puck, and realizing he wasn't going to take his hand, put it in the pocket of his bigger, newer, and cleaner looking hoodie. Though anything would look new compared to Puck's green piece of trash he used to wear. Future Puck's hoodie was actually well-worn.

"C'mon, kid, come inside. Quickly," he said without a word, turning and ducking back into the tent, brushing past the future Daphne. She looked down at him sadly and gave him a tight-lipped smile. Puck scowled at her but got up, not bothering to brush off his pants. He barged in the tent and helped himself to one of the chairs.

"How?" he barked, barely giving the two adults time to settle down into their own seats.

"If you'd shut up, maybe I could explain it," Future Puck said, patience wearing thin. He had gained a considerable amount since he'd aged, but it still wasn't much.

Puck grunted, crossing his arms, but did as he was told and sat back in his chair, waiting.

After several moments of silence ticked by, Puck fidgeted and opened his mouth to say something until the adult fae finally spoke. He listened as he told how the war had gotten out of hand, leaving out potential future-changing details, and most importantly, how Sabrina was killed.

. . . . .

"So lemme get this straight," Puck said, breaking the silence that had engulfed the room after Future Puck had finished. He had left out a considerable amount of detail, and many important events, but Puck could add two and two and piece some of it together. "By a stroke of luck, Tinkerbell managed to escape, and had managed to find some survivors of the Hand and any other anti-Grimm scum and go find Atticus? And somehow, after many years of planning, they had struck out at random and wiped out a considerable amount of our supporters? And now Atticus is rampaging around in the future and plotting to rule the world and destroy all humans, basically, right? Am I right?"

Future Puck grunted. "If you're expecting me to confirm that, I can't."

Puck's temper ignited. He stood up so fast, his chair fell over backwards. "That's about the stupidest thing I ever heard! You came here to warn us and you don't have have the decency to tell us what the hell happened, other than 'The Hand has not been defeated, yadda yadda yadda, they threw a surprise party and killed you all in the process'? Downright stupid!" he yelled.

Future Daphne barely had time to murmur, "It'd be wise to lower your voice" before the older Puck jumped up out of his chair and grabbed a fistful of Puck's shirt and lifted him up off the ground. The teenager gulped and realized his mistake, remembering that this guy wasn't the most stable person on the planet.

"You wanna know what's stupid? YOU! BOTH OF US! You're lucky we came here to give you any kind of warning, that we didn't kill ourselves before we even thought of coming to you! At least you have an inkling of an idea now! You're lucky they're even alive, kid, 'cause ohh, if you knew how many people are fixing to betray you-"

"PUCK! That's ENOUGH!" Daphne shouted. None of them knew which one she was addressing, but did it matter? Both had crossed the line. They could hear multiple voices outside the tent before Jake's head poked in.

"What the he- WOAH!" he blinked. "There's two of you!" His eyebrows furrowed. "I had a feeling that wolf was more important than you let on..." His head disappeared, probably announcing to the group outside who he was.

Future Puck let go of young Puck, who fell on the ground with an oof, and wiped his hand over his face. He suddenly looked 10 years older than he really was. Puck had found out that he was 22, making Daphne 18. He wondered why his future self didn't carry a bottle of booze around. Isn't that what depressed men turned to 95% of the time? He scratched his head.

Henry, Veronica, Tobias, Jake, and Red came in. Puck suspected the Marshmallow was still sleeping. Even when it seemed that the whole world was doomed.

Henry had a mildly upset look on his face and opened his mouth to say something when Future Puck waved him off. "Puck'll tell you later. I'm done." And with that, he shoved past them and into the night.

Puck blinked a few times, ignoring the expectant look on the family's faces, and ran after himself, as reckless and- heh, he was right, they were stupid- as it may have been. He had a good idea of where he might find him.

. . . . .

He silently slipped in the room behind the older Puck, standing in the shadows, watching the machine make squiggly green lines at a steady pace. Her wild blonde hair was splayed out around her. He could barely make out her chest moving, a tiny bit up, a tad bit down.

"I know you're there."

"I never doubted it," Puck murmured absentmindedly, still gazing at Sabrina.

"Why haven't you woke her up yet?" the man said disdainfully.

"Um, maybe because we don't know how?" Puck snapped, tearing his gaze away from Sabrina.

He watched as the fae slowly craned his head around, his eerie eyes clear as day in the darkness. A smile, believe it or not, tugged at the corners of his mouth. "You don't?"

Puck blinked in astonishment. "Okay, what the- Are you schizophrenic or something?" He shook his golden curls. "Nevermind."

His smile grew. "No... I just thought- I thought that the kiss didn't work or something." His eyes slowly turned from red to a deep blue. Not quite as angry and unstable, but not normal, either. This guy's last bit of hope had been shredded completely. He may have found a sliver, but he refused to try and find the rest of the pieces yet. "We might be able to wake her up!" he said, shaking with excitement.

Puck cocked an eyebrow. "Um, what?" He mulled over the slightly twisted fairy's words again. His green eyes widened. "You mean I have to-" he choked on the word "k-kiss her?" It didn't disgust him all that much, but to hang on to his dignity, his lip curled in supposed disgust.

Future Puck shook his head, grinning. "Don't bother, I know you like the back of my hand," he said. As if to prove it, he held up his tanned hand and wiggled his fingers. "Stop denying it, and maybe she wouldn't be in so much denial herself. Sure, she's a hard egg to crack, but you already have more of her trust than anyone else does."

The Trickster King opened his mouth to make a retort, but he knew he was defeated. He grunted. "Fine, fine! I'll do it!" He stomped over to the bed beside Sabrina. He bent over, determined to make this the shortest kiss in the history of kisses. 'Not even a peck,' he thought, 'and that'll do the trick.'

He bent over, his lips no more than an inch from her own, but he hesitated. He stared at her, memorizing every inch of her face. The long lashes, the cute dainty nose, the full lips, the slight blush to her cheeks. He allowed some of the tension to leak out of his body and decided, 'What the heck, it'll be worth it to see her face.'

His lips touched hers, and there was something similar to a static shock. He jumped a little, but he couldn't convince himself to stop kissing her. They lingered three, four seconds, until he was aware of the fact that her heart's steady pace had quickened. Partly because the monitor was screaming in his ear, and partly because he felt it. How, he didn't know.

Finally, he straightened up again, clearing his throat. He looked around the room for his future self, to find that he had the decency to leave the room for those few personal moments. 'How nice of him,' Puck thought, mostly earnest. Mostly. The rest was mockery and sarcasm. His gaze found Sabrina's. She was staring at him with wide eyes, and when his eyes met her blue gaze, she blushed a little and looked down at herself instead.

Puck gave a genuine smile, to her surprise, and she smiled a little before looking down at herself again. "Wh- what happened? Where am I?" she said, hating the way she sounded so insecure.

"I managed to get us back home alive, despite the shape we both were in," he said grimly. (AN: Shutup.) "I had to stay in a stall for days as a horse since shifting would apparently 'change my bone anatomy' and 'mess up my shattered leg beyond repair'," he said, mimicking Nurse Sprat's words. "And you... Well, they fixed you up, but you were in a coma. While we were so busy figuring out how to wake you up, we didn't bother trying the most obvious, simple way."

"Ah," she said, thinking over this for a few minutes. All of a sudden, she jumped out of bed, staggering a bit, but before Puck could steady her, she raced to a mirror. She blinked once, twice, and for good measure, felt her face and patted it a few times. "No marker? No 'Captain Doodieface'?" She smiled at this a bit, but after a moment's euphoria, whirled around on Puck. "Is there something you're not telling me?" she said, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.

Puck held up his hands in surrender. "Uh-uh!" he said, shaking his head back and forth rapidly. "We were just.. so occupied.. the last few days..."

"With?"

"I'm sure you'll want to take a shower and say hello to the family first..."

"Puck...!"

"He's telling the truth. It's a rather long story," a deep voice said. Sabrina only saw green eyes at first, but then a man who looked a lot like Puck stepped out of the shadows and revealed himself.

"..." Sabrina blinked, recognition flickering in her eyes. "...Are we having time tear trouble again?" she groaned.

Future Puck chuckled. "Nah, me and the Ma- Daphne, well, we had some news to deliver. Your waking up has already changed it up a bit, but I'm afraid it's not enough." His mouth set in a thin line.

"Well... I sure as hell am not gonna sit around clueless!" Sabrina said after a moment. "And especially not in this stupid nightgown! How long have I been asleep?"

"9 days," Puck said.

Sabrina's eyes widened in surprise. "Okayyy... Think you guys can help me hide from everyone so I can at least clean myself up and throw on something less... revealing?" she said, twiddling her thumbs.

"Of course," Future Puck said without hesitation.

"Eh, why not," present Puck shrugged.

Sabrina nodded, and with that, they all snuck to Sabrina's tent to get clothes.

. . . . .

Of course, there were no showers in the tents. There were about 7 different outdoor showers in various places around the camp, which is not a very large amount for so many Everafters, but they could only afford to do it every 2 days. Frequent bathers generally used water and washcloths to wash themselves inbetween showers.

After using up all the hot water- hey, it was in the middle of the night, no one was going to take one any time soon- and cleaning herself thoroughly, Sabrina dried herself off. Opening the door, she stuck an arm out and waved her hand, signaling for Puck to give her her clothes. She went ahead and picked out a thin, longsleeved blue shirt and jeans. She would probably only be able to get in two hours of sleep or less, if she was lucky.

Puck handed her her clothes and waited for her to get dressed before she stepped out. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, finding no tangles. Magic homemade conditioner had its perks. She stepped outside, shivering a little as her wet head was exposed to the cold air. Puck handed her a light blanket that she gladly took. She was unstable on her feet from staying in bed so long. Her injuries weren't used to her movement. Sure, all the bruised muscles and bones had faded, but she was still sore, believe it or not. A horse had landed on her! She found herself leaning on Puck's shoulder for support. He complained a bit at first, but he made no attempts to shrug her off.

She sighed, seeing that Future Puck had broken the news to everyone. A few heads turned in her direction, and she barely had time to brace herself before something launched itself at her.

"Omigawsh, omigawsh, omigawsh, you're awake! I was afraid you'd never wake up! We missed you so much, Sabrina! So much has happened! You've been missing out on a lot! You see, the future me and-"

"I missed you too, Daph," Sabrina laughed, hugging her sister. "How'd you get over here so fast?"

"I ran," Daphne replied, giving her a 'how else?' look. Oh, the irony, when you surround yourself with very much real fairytale characters and objects.

Sabrina released her, feeling a little better, braver about facing her family again. She squared her shoulders and looked out at the huge mass of emotions that stood in front of her.

Future Daphne was the second one, beating the others to the punch. Of course.

"Welcome back, sis! We got a LOT of work to do!"

Sabrina sighed. She already felt tired, and she had only been awake for two hours.


A little fast-paced, but I like it. I was being rushed! And I want to get back to reading more fanfics and go on Y! Answers and check my deviantart and I need to go on Capalls... Oh my gah! This is a disaster! D: -rushes onto Capalls-