Hey guys! First off, I just wanted to say how sorry I am for not updating in a while. I've been just busy with school and a lot of other things that I haven't had the time to write at all. And, my computer got a huge-o virus that I finally got rid of. Anyway, I'm back! Book 8 comes out in 5 days or so! I'm so excited! Are you guys excited? 'CAUSE I'M EXCITED. Yeahhh..okay, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and I'll update as fast I can!

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the genius, Michael Buckley. But I own Tristan Hood.

"Puck!" Sabrina huffed in surprise, looking up at the fairy boy who was flying alongside her and Tristan Hood as they fled from the wailing sirens.

"The one and only, Grimm," Puck said, and he snatched the hood of her coat, lifting her up in the air, and started soaring away.

"Hey! Hey!" Tristan yelled, stopping and waving his arms up in the air. "What about me?"

Puck hovered above him, Sabrina's shoes dangling above Tristan.

Puck sneered, and after several threats from Sabrina, grabbed Tristan's wrist, and awkwardly began flapping his way towards the Grimm Household just as a police car zoomed into view, hightailing around a street corner. The driver spotted Puck and the escaped captives, and accelerated to catch up.

Puck was flying close to the ground with all the extra weight, and he struggled to gain altitude as the car gained on them. He swerved to the right, off the road, and into the forest. Sabrina glanced back to see the automobile skid to a stop by the barbwire fence, and Nottingham storming out of the driver's seat, bellowing a stream of curse words after the children. That was all she saw until they went deeper into the trees, and her view was obscured.

Puck sailed through the forest, barely avoiding giant cedar and fir trees. Brush on the ground

snagged on Sabrina's clothes, and Tristan banged his foot against a decomposing log as they flew by.

The trees grew thin and Sabrina could spot the house up in the distance. Puck sailed through the backyard, and up to the back door. He set Sabrina down, but kept a tight hold of Tristan's forearm, forcing the boy to hover off the ground a few good inches.

"Um," Tristan winced, looking uncomfortable. "I think you are cutting off my circulation..."

Puck ignored his comment, and turned to Sabrina.

"You might want to go inside, pus-face. The old lady was throwing a fit trying to find you. She even wouldn't make me dinner until you were home. So, go inside and give your little huggies and kissies and let everyone know I saved your butt once again, so I can eat!"

Sabrina scowled. "Sure thing, smelly. Let go of Tristan first."

Puck fumed, and he shook Tristan's arm, causing the boy to flap around like a rag-doll.

"You mean this spy?" Puck scoffed. "I was going to drown him."

"He isn't a spy, you idiot!" Sabrina cried.

"You don't know anything, ugly!"

"Excuse me," Tristan yelled over their hollering. He used his other arm to struggle out of Puck's death grip, and landed on his feet.

"I'm not a spy, jeez! What's wrong with you, dude?" He pointed a finger at Puck. "You nearly killed me with your insane flying routine back there. I thought Peter Pan could fly better than that."

Sabrina let out an "Fudge." as she watched Puck's face turn every shade of red until he was a dark crimson. His eyes burned bright, and he yelled in Tristan's face, as smoke escaped his nostrils,

"I'M NOT PETER PAN!"

Then the Trickster King shot into the sky as fast as a rocket, and disappeared.

Tristan looked at Sabrina with arched eyebrows, hands open in shrugging gesture and innocent expression.

"Was it something I said?"

In the next half an hour Sabrina had described to her family on everything that had happened to in the last day or so. All from the moment the shelf crashed onto her, to waking up in the Ferryport Landing jail, meeting Tristan, Baba Yaga's note, and her super-freaky powers she had acquired. Although, Sabrina left out the part of her meeting the mysterious woman named Nyssa. Something deep down in her gut told her to keep quiet.

Granny Relda, Uncle Jake, and Mr. Canis, listened very intently, especially when Sabrina told them what the letter had said. Mr. Canis had squinted at Sabrina as though someone was shining a flashlight into his eyes.

"The girl is giving off a strange aura." he said to the adults. Sabrina looked down at herself but saw nothing out of the ordinary, neither did Granny Relda or her uncle. Apparently, his senses were strong enough to see something the rest of Sabrina's family couldn't. Granny Relda eventually started making dinner, putting the discussion on pause until after dinner.

So, Sabrina sat down next to Tristan, who was invited to stay for dinner. He had happily accepted the offer, looking around at the cozy little house with curiosity.

Suddenly, Elvis came bounding down the stairs and towards Sabrina. He nearly tipped her chair over, his big paws on her thighs, and his huge tongue licking her face excitedly.

Sabrina laughed, trying to push the big dog off of her. His fur was soaking wet,

which probably meant he had hopped into the tub with her sister.

Proving her theory, Daphne hopped down the stairs, dressed in her pink pajamas, and her hair wrapped up in a towel. She grinned when she saw Sabrina. The little girl ran over and embraced her older sister.

"Hey, monkey." Sabrina said, as Daphne squeezed her tightly. She then pulled away and looked up at Sabrina.

"I was so worried, what happened?" The little girl inquired, eyes big. But before Sabrina could explain once again, Puck stormed in from outside, covered in dirt and grime. He took a seat at the table before he realized who he was sitting across from.

"Who let him in here?!" he hollered, eying Tristan with disdain.

"Hi, Peter." Tristan said, grinning brightly. "Where's Wendy?"

"HOW DARE YOU INSULT THE TRICKSTER KING." Puck screeched, making several books fall off there shelves. He whipped out a small flute from his pocket, an instrument used to call a horde of pixies or his "minions" as he called them. The boy was just about to blow into it, when Granny came in from the kitchen, and snatched it out of his hand.

"Old lady!" Puck fumed.

"Puck," Granny Relda said sternly, her button nose flaring. "You will stop your hollering, and be kind to our guest."

"But-"

But Granny Relda wouldn't here any of it. She hurried back to the kitchen, putting Puck's flute into her apron pocket as she went. The fairy boy seethed, and then started glaring at Tristan, who pretended not to notice, and instead started to introduce himself to Daphne.

"Hi, I'm Tristan." he said the the little girl with a smile. Daphne grinned at him, and stuck her palm into her mouth.

"What Everafter are you?" she gushed, barely able to contain her excitement.

"He's a hobogoblin." Puck mumbled, as he go up, and moved to another chair, the farthest one away from Tristan.

Daphne's smile faded a bit. "Oh."

Tristan frowned a Puck.

"I'm Robin Hood's son, actually." Sabrina noticed a hint of resistance in the boy's tone, like he didn't feel comfortable telling people. It went unnoticed on Daphne though, who squealed happily, eyes big as saucers.

Uncle Jake came downstairs followed by Mr. Canis. The two men took their seats, just as Granny Relda came from the kitchen setting down platters of food. Tonight they were having, purple ravioli, with speckled gold green beans, and baby blue garlic bread that smelled like bologna. Plates were passed around, Granny Relda came and sat down and soon everyone began eating. Sabrina was taking a bite out of her garlic bread when she noticed Tristan staring down at his plate, his fork poised over the ravioli, but no intent of getting some. He met eyes with her, and she gave him the thumbs up. He smiled, and tried it. His green eyes lit up.

"This is very good, Ms. Grimm. Even better than my mom's cooking, but don't tell her I said that."

Granny Relda laughed.

"Why, thank you, liebling."

"Kiss-up." Puck mumbled, shoving green beans in his mouth.