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Chapter 10: You Didn't Punch Me

Instantly recognizing her uncle's voice, Daphne looked up. She threw herself onto her uncle's rather dirty shoes and continued to sob. Realizing that he could not get a word out, much less an explanation, of his younger niece, he turned to Puck.

"Puck." Uncle Jake said carefully, he did not need another kid crying on his shoes.

Puck did not look at the man. Puck was ashamed. Yes, the Trickster King was ashamed. He was ashamed and quite a bit embarrassed that he could not, no, he did not protect the Grimm girl from harm. Once again, his need for a laugh got the better of him. And due to this reason, he could not bring himself to meet the man's eyes. He instead looked at Sabrina's face. "God, she's pretty." he thought. He was not ashamed of this thought. It was his thought! No one could hear it. "Sorry, Grimm." Puck silently apologized. Tears fell again. Why did tears keep on falling? Did he have an endless supply or something?

"Puck." the man said again, a little impatient this time. He, as Sabrina's uncle, had the right to know exactly what had happened, or at least he believed. He tried to take a step closer to Puck. Unfortunately, he had tried to raise the one that Daphne holding onto, and he fell. This did not fluster him one bit, and he raised himself up. In the process, he had gotten his leg free from Daphne's grip. Daphne lay on the ground quietly, she was startled by her uncle's sudden fall and she guessed it scared her tears away.

Uncle Jake paid no attention to Daphne, who lay on the floor still. He was entirely focused on getting an answer out of Puck. Judging from the boy's inability to meet his eyes, Uncle Jake was brought to the conclusion that Puck had something to do with it. And to think that he trusted this immature faery to protect his beloved nieces.

"Puck!" Uncle Jake said loudly. When he was met with silence for the third time, he gave up on trying to coax an explanation from the faery. "What have you done to Sabrina?!" Uncle Jake promised to himself that if Puck did not answer him this time, he would kick the guy.

There was no need for kicking. Puck looked up. Uncle Jake was startled to see tears falling down the boy's face. "I don't know." Puck managed to say. That was a lie. It was not a white lie, it was a lie created by the guilt and anguish lodged in Puck. Uncle Jake knew this. He knew that Puck was perfectly aware of what he had done, he just did not want to talk about it. Still, he was not known for being indulgent.

"That's a lie." he said. He almost regretted returning here. He had come here for a break from his misery and he was met with...this. He quickly dismissed this thought. How could he be so selfish to think about only himself? Sabrina was clearly hurt, and he would force the answer out of Puck, if he had to.

"No, it isn't! I honestly don't know, okay?! I don't! So why don't you beat it and leave me alone?!" Puck screamed. It was amazing how one lie could lead to another in such short time.

"Stop lying, Puck! And tell me what happened to her! I have a right to know, I'm her uncle!" Uncle Jake yelled back with force put into his voice. He had forgotten about the boy's stubbornness.

"And what a good uncle you are! When was the last time you visited? Oh I forgot! You left after the war, right?! Because your girlfriend died." Puck shouted. He immediately rued his words. He knew how much Uncle Jake had suffered because of Briar's death, he wasn't an idiot. He just liked to act like one.

There was no mistaking the anger and hurt in Uncle Jake's eyes. Uncle Jake shot his hand into one of his many pockets and Puck was afraid. Who knew what a angry man with scary magic weapons might do? Uncle Jake did something else, though. He threw some sparkly dust on the floor and in a blink, he was gone.

Puck shifted his attention back to Sabrina. Who cared about Jake's arrival and stuff anyway? He stared at her. "Please move. Please don't die. Please wake up." Puck silently prayed to whoever was listening. He wished that he could transfer half of his magical blood into her. He wished for her eyes to meet hers. He wished for her. Maybe his prayer had reached God. Or maybe it was just a stroke of luck.

Sabrina opened her eyes. Everything was blurry and every part of her body hurt. Puck gasped and Daphne did, too. Daphne could not believe this, and she was frozen in place, mainly due to happiness. Puck, on the other hand, was close enough to feel her breath, and he managed to keep himself from freezing in place. He watched Sabrina sit up on the trampoline. He could tell that she was dizzy.

Sabrina was wobbly, and she could barely sit up. But she did anyway. She looked at Puck, then Daphne. She shifted her eyes back to Puck. She saw that he had been crying. "Because of me?" she thought.

"Uh. I'm okay, so you can-" Sabrina was interrupted by Puck raising his hands to her cheek. She could feel a blush coming up. "It's because I'm dizzy." she thought, trying to persuade herself that Puck was not the cause of her blush. But, she failed to do so. Puck leaned in and brought his lips to hers. Fireworks flew, and no, the chimps were not responsible for the fireworks, they were kidnapped. The fireworks were in Sabrina's, and Puck's, mind. And it could not have been any better.

The kiss was impossible to explain. All Sabrina could explain about it was that it was nice and she liked it. It was so confusing! The two had spent most of their time screaming at each other. Puck was very infuriating. Other times, he was really sweet, and he seemed like an actual person with feelings. He was like a brother to her, but in another way, he wasn't. Sabrina stopped trying to think, she was sure that her brain would burst along with her heart.

The two opened their eyes and gaped at each other. Sabrina was gaping, because Puck had KISSED her. Puck was gaping because she didn't punch him.

"You kissed me." Sabrina sputtered. At the same time, Puck stammered, "You didn't punch me." And their words were followed by a squeal from Daphne.

I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself from squeezing in a kiss. Did I mention I like fluffy things?