IT'S BEEN FOREVER! And I feel really bad .
So without further ado, here is the long awaited NINTH Chapter!


Drake played around with the crayons that were scattered all over the kitchen bench. His father was in the study, arranging some other lovey-dovey date with Elizabeth. Kelly was sitting next to him, reading over the letter that was sent by Sarah Antelope.

"You HAVE to write to her!" exclaimed Kelly, pulling on his sleeve.

Drake shrugged, "You really think I should?"

Kelly nodded gravely, "She's your only hope."


Sabrina casually slipped into Jess' office and Jess looked up, chewing on her gum loudly. She was flicking through some papers and she raised an eyebrow when she saw Sabrina walk in and sit stiffly on the chair in front of her.

"Jess," started Sabrina. "I think I should write a story on those radio shows. That-that particular one," Sabrina gave her friend a knowing look. The mail man looked suspiciously into the glass-walled office and the two friends exchanged a look.

"Yeah, I think you should," replied Jess in the same tone. "You'll probably have to go somewhere to investigate more…people, for instance?"

"Yes. That is a great idea," Sabrina got up from the chair and opened the door, looking backwards to wink at her friend. Jess rolled her eyes and gave her a small smile.


"Is this good?"

"Good? It's great!"

"Awesome," grinned Drake. "Let's send it in now!" Kelly nodded excitedly and both children held their breath as they sent the email to Sarah Antelope. "I really hope Dad isn't gonna be angry," murmured Drake, chewing on his bottom lip.


"So, phone interviews are out of the question?" sighed Justin, twirling his pasta miserably. It was a rainy day in New York and the couple looked out of the window, sighing in unison at the slowly pouring rain. The usual rush of cars drove outside of their Manhattan apartment.

"It won't work with the kind of piece I'm looking for," explained Sabrina, lying through her teeth. "Don't worry Justin; I'll be back before you know it."

"But I won't know it! I have to do an interview in Buffalo!" pouted Justin.

"Then I'll meet you back here!" smiled Sabrina, trying to lift her fiancé's feelings. My fiancé, thought Sabrina guiltily. "Don't worry Justin…don't worry."

Sabrina waved goodbye to Justin as she was entering the tunnel leading to her plane. He waved back then Sabrina turned on her heel and entered the tunnel, thoughts racing in her head and guilt growing in her heart. She pushed down the aisle as she looked for her seat.

"Sorry, that's mine," she apologised, pointing towards the window seat opposite the woman. The woman nodded slowly then stood up, taking her bag of peanuts with her. Both women seated themselves then sat in silence as the plane started. "Excuse me, but do you have a spare bag of peanuts?" asked Sabrina breathlessly.

The woman hastily nodded then handed her a small bag, "God…I hate flying."

"Me too…and I've lied to my fiancé so much for the past few days…have you ever lied to someone you loved?" asked Sabrina sadly, her mind still racing and her hand reaching into the bag of peanuts constantly.

The woman blinked, "I said FLYING."


Puck struggled with keeping Drake from jumping on and off the bench and keeping Elizabeth from smothering him with kisses. Thank God she's gonna be away for a week, he thought happily. Behind them, airplanes flew on and off the airstrip. Around them, people were hurrying with their trolleys and bags.

"I can't thank you enough for bringing me to the airport," grinned Elizabeth, hugging his arm. "You're such a gentleman."

"Well, Drake likes the planes," smiled Puck, finally managing to separate himself from Elizabeth and tugging on Drake's coat.

"Do you want me to bring you back a souvenir?" chuckled Elizabeth, pinching Drake's cheek. He slapped her hand away and rubbed his red cheek. "Maybe one of those snow globes? Like from the Statue of Liberty? Or a flashlight?"

"No thanks, I've already got tons of snow globes from New York," Drake replied, resuming his jumping on the benches.

"Look, will you stop it!" whispered Puck harshly, giving his son one final tug before he stopped. Drake frowned and stomped on his dad's foot. Puck grimaced. "I hope you have a nice flight, Elizabeth," he finally said. "And I'm sorry about Drake. He's four. All children are annoying at that age – believe me," sighed Puck.

"Don't worry. Maybe when I get back, you and I could have some alone time," she winked.

Drake furrowed his eyebrows then jumped in between Elizabeth and Puck, "See ya in a week!" he grinned.

Elizabeth ignored him, "So what do you think, Robby?" she asked sweetly. Puck just stood there and smiled, not knowing what to say to 'having some alone time' with her. "Well, don't forget, you can call me or text me, all right? Bye. Bye Drake!"

"Bye!" replied Drake in a falsely sweet voice. When she turned her back, he pulled a face. He faced his Dad with an angry expression. "I hate her."

"Yes, you've made yourself very clear on that," sighed Puck, pinching the bridge of his nose. "All right, let me make something clear. I'm just dating her. I'm not going to live with her, she's not going to live with us," he held up a hand when Drake opened his mouth, "NO, we are NOT having sex and we are definitely not going to get married! Drake, this is what single people do. We date, we get to know other people and we find out if we have something in common. We have to adjust…everyone's an adjustment. Because there's no such thing as a perfect-"

"Mom," whispered Drake. After realising that Puck was going to go into lecture-mode, he turned around and started looking at the arriving passengers. His eye caught onto someone that he could just barely remember through pictures. "Dad…it's Mom!"

Puck followed Drake's gaze and his breath hitched. Sabrina? No…no…this can't be happening…she's here…she can't be here…

"MOM! MOM!" shouted Drake, running towards her. Puck's eyes widened and he chased after his son. The little boy dodged and darted through the sea of passengers and Puck could barely catch up to him. But he did, and he caught him just a few feet away from Sabrina. I can't let her see us, he thought strongly, she CAN'T see us!

"Drake…Drake we have to go," he whispered into his ear. Drake struggled in his grasp as Puck pulled him through the crowd, finally lifting him up and carrying him. He put his hand over Drake's mouth and only took it off once they were in the parking lot.

"NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! THAT WAS MOM!" cried Drake, trying to get back inside the airport. "Why did you take me away? THAT WAS MOM!"

"Drake-"

"NO!" cried Drake, tears spilling from his eyes. Puck held his son and let him cry on his shoulder while he cried. Tears threatened to spill from his own eyes, but he had to look strong in front of his son. "That…that was Mom…right? You saw her too?" he sniffed, looking hopefully at his dad.

Puck bit his lip, "No…it wasn't," it broke his heart not to be able to tell the truth to his own son, but he had to…for his sake, and Sabrina's. He couldn't risk triggering the effects of the potion that Moth had given Sabrina so long ago.

Drake cried a bit more, by this time Puck's coat was soaking wet with tears, "I…I thought I saw her. I thought it was her…"

"I'm sorry, Drake. But…it-it wasn't her."

Drake nodded sadly and allowed his father to take him inside the car. Puck went inside and strapped himself in, his mind unable to process what was happening. Sabrina was here. Sabrina was here. At the back of the car, Drake was still sniffing but by the time they at their house, he had dozed off. Puck rolled his eyes as Drake snored. He got the snoring from Sabrina. Definitely. He carried him again then unlocked the door to their house, setting him down on the couch.

Puck stretched then turned the oven on, preparing dinner.

"Next time," yawned Drake, "can we order some REAL pizza?"

"We sure can," nodded Puck, eyeing the pizza that he had cooked in the oven.

"You suck at cooking," frowned Drake.

Puck sighed, "I know."

"Dad…DON'T GET ANGRY…but," Drake gulped, "I sent an email back to Sarah Antelope."

"Sarah who?" asked Puck through a mouthful of food.

"Sarah. Antelope. That nice lady who sent you the email I really liked! You know, Kelly says that you and Sarah Antelope must've been together in a past life."

"A past life? I seriously doubt that."

"But it's true! You really liked each other, but your cosmic forces never connected. So, you were both incomplete. The only way you could be complete, was by getting together in THIS life."

"How do-"

"Dad, trust me. Since I'm younger, I'm more in touch with the cosmic forces."

Puck raised an eyebrow, "Drake...do you like Kelly?"

"Duh, Dad. She's my friend. Why wouldn't she be my friend if I don't like her?" asked Drake, looking at his father incredulously.


I'm so sorry if this is such a SHORT chapter! I'm being weighed down by other commitments TT_TT

If anyone wants to see anything happen (You want Drake to get kidnapped? Puck mugged?), I'll see if I can squeeze it in. There's probably a 75% chance I could incorporate it somewhere.

So, how am I doing? Has my writing gone down? Is it crap? PLEASE REVIEW!