Puck's Unpleasant Surprise and Meeting the Parents
Puck hit a couple of keys on his laptop, quickly entering the name of the song he wanted to buy. Thank goodness Grimm wasn't here. Otherwise she would be rolling on the floor with laughter. She never needed to know that he liked Mozart. Knowing the guy and seeing him perform had really upped his opinion of the composer.
Suddenly, the fairy froze. What was that sound? A key jiggled in the lock(Puck had taken no chances of being discovered purchasing classical music for the MP3 player he had been given). Puck snapped his laptop shut and headed to the door. He pulled it open, ready to yell at whoever it was on the other side of the door for interrupting his peace.
Puck found himself face to face with a short, balding man dressed in a tan janitor's outfit. Both Puck and the mystery man stared at each other.
"Son, what are you doing here?" The stranger asked with a pronounced Southern accent, squinting up at Puck.
Puck scoffed at the man. "I live here. This is my dormitory." He explained.
The man nodded. "I know that. But, kid, kids aren't allowed on campus during winter break. You're supposed to be with your family, with good cheer, or whatever it is they say these days."
Puck frowned. "I don't remember being told to home. I don't even remember what day they told us winter break was coming up."
The other man laughed "Do you sleep through lectures?"
Puck shrugged. Sabrina had drilled into his head, that, if he wasn't going to stay awake during class, he ought to at least not admit to anyone that he had been sleeping. It wasn't good for your connections. And the professors were your connections, as well as the people who decided if you passed or failed their classes.
The man snorted. "Okay. I'll give you an hour to pack everything you want to take. But you need to get a move on. I have to check all of these dormitories for broken stuff."
Puck gaped at the man. "You're making me leave?"
The man nodded. "Yep."
Puck frowned. Darn it. He didn't want to go back to his family. "Do I have to?" Oops. He hadn't meant to say that. Villians of the worst kind do not whine. Ever.
The janitor man just stared at him.
"Fine." Puck huffed, and turned to start packing his most valued possessions, his electronics. First went the laptop and MP3. Then he moved onto his clothes(didn't really care about those. He just threw things into a duffle bag and hoped he had enough socks.), and bagged his razor. The janitor dude watched him the whole time.
"Need any help getting a cab?" The man asked, opening the door for Puck.
"Nope." Puck said. "Just make sure you lock up. And when can I come back?"
The man raised an eyebrow. "You wan to come back? Usually they can't get oout of here fast enough." Puck looked at him. "The seventh of January." The man finished, coughing slightly.
"Thanks. Merry Christmas." Puck sighed, closing the door behind him. He groaned. Mom and Moth, here I come, he thought, hauling his bags down the stairs.
~The Sisters Grimm~
Two weeks later, Sabrina was standing shoulder to shoulder with her sister, Daphne and her little brother, Basil Jr. Her mother and father were leading the group through the Rockfell Center. It was ofically the last day of the year, and the Grimms would ring in the new year with as much of New York had managed to pack into the park.
"You guys all holding hands?" Veronica called over her shoulder to the group.
Sabrina quickly grabbed Daphne's right and Basil's left hands. "Of course, Mom."
Henry glanced back at his kids and smiled. It was wonderful to have Sabrina back. He didn't like that his baby had grown up, and now she was back for another two seemed to have changed slightly, though. A little more outspoken, slightly more emotional, and with a lot more confidence. College had done her some good, Henry concluded.
Sabrina was craning her neck. Puck had told her he planned to be here. She knew that the chance of seeing him in as large a crowd as this was improbable, but she was still hopeful. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed the gasbag and his huge appitite. College was starting back up in a week and a half, and she couldn't wait tto stuff some new cooking expiriments down his throat, come up with ways to prank Brantly, and argue over school assignments.
Basil looked up at his sister. "What cha lookin' for?" The eight year old asked.
"Oh, just someone I know from college. He said he'd be here." Sabrina said.
Daphne looked up. "He?" She asked, her eyes taking on a sparkle. A sparkle that usually meant trouble.
"Uh-huh. He's a good friend." Sabrina nodded, still looking for Puck.
"Who's a good friend?" Henry asked.
"A 'he'." Daphne said. Sabrina groaned.
"Sabrina, you didn't tell us you had a boyfriend." Veronica turned to face her eldest child.
Sabrina shook her head, flushing redder than a Christmas baulb. "It's not like that!" She protested. "We're just friends."
"Who's just friends?" A familiar voiice asked. Sabrina was already smiling as she spun around and nearly grazed her nose on Puck's chest.
"Puck!" She stepped back, bumping into a stranger. "Oh, sorry." She apologized, before turning her attention back to Puck. "I was looking for you!"
"Yeah, finally managed to get out of the house." Puck grinned down at her. Moth hadn't wanted him to leave, and he had to sneak out through a back door.
Henry stepped forwards. "Hello." He had to look up slightly at this... Boy. Gosh, but he was tall.
"Hi." Puck waved, and nearly hit someone on the head. "Sorry." He apologized, before turning his attention back to the family.
Daphne craned her neck up at the fairy. She had never been the tallest, and this person who was nearly six feet hurt her eyes to look at. "Wow. Are you Sabrina's friend?"
"One of the few, I'm sure." Sabrina elbowed him. "What? You know I'm right." Puck defended himself. "And you are?"
Daphne grinned. "I'm Daphne."
"My little sister." Sabrina explained.
"Oh, the one who ate so many marshmellows at one cookout, that Sabrina started to call Marshmellow?" Puck grinned.
"That's the one." Veronica laughed. "I'm Veronica, Sabrina's mother."
Puck nodded. "Nice to meet you. And you're her dad?" He asked Henry, who nodded, and extended his hand for a handshake. Puck took it.
"And who's the midget?" He asked Sabrina. Basil stuck his tongue out at the offender.
"I'm Basil. You're tall. And not hansome. Sabrina said you were nice to look at. I think she's nuts." Basil answered, and slipped in some embarrasment for his sister.
"Basil!" Sabrina blushed.
"But she's right." Puck ignored his heart, which had just decided to flip flop of it's own accord. Everyone tthought the Trickster King was hansome. One girl's opinion didn't matter. Right? "I'm the best looking guy I have ever seen. Ever."
Sabrina snorted. "When did you go blind?"
"But you confirmed that I'm hansome! The little guy told me, didn't you, little guy?" Puck looked at Basil fo confirmation, who nodded.
"I said you weren't the worst looking thing ever!" Sabrina protested.
"And that equal hansome." Puc nodded. "Right, little guy?" Basil nodded again, throughly enjoying the scene in front of him.
Henry was busy looking between the protesting, bright red Sabrina in her coat and hat to the blonde, tall, obvivously enjoying himself boy. Maybe it hadn't been college so much as this boy who had transformed his daughter. It seemed possible.
Veronica broke into the argument, smiling. "So how do you two know each other?" She asked.
"We're roommates." Puck answered. "Grimm here can really make some good beef stir fry. Stay away from the pies, though. Not her best." Sabrina socked him in the arm.
Henry stared at them. "What did you say?" He asked.
"Stay away from-"
"No, before that. You're what?"
"We're roommates." Puck answered blankly.
"Sabrina?" Henry turned to his daughter.
"Yeah, we are." She nodded in confirmation.
Henry paled, then brightened to a brilliant shade of tomato. "And the school put you two together?"
Sabrina cringed recofnizing the signs of her father's temper building itself up. Puck, oblivious as ever, nodded. "Last dormitory in the school. And since we both asked for room at the school, they placed us together." Puck suddenly realized what Henry was getting at. He followed his expanation with a smooth, "Of course, we respect each other's personal space. Sabrina has a duct taped line across the floor and a curtain between bunk beds." This wasn't a lie. Sabrina had wanted their room to be clean so that she could concentrate better, and Puck hadn't cared. The curtain had been their compromise.
Veronica laid a hand on Henry's shoulder. "That sounds nice." She smiled, willing Henry to calm down. "And you two get along?"
"As long as she feeds me, and I eat it without any mutterings, sure." Puck nodded.
"Honestly, Dad." Sabrina decided it was safe to say something, "We're like brother and sister. nothing more, nothing less." She smiled carefully, trying not to show her relief as Henry deflated.
"Fine. But dont you hurt her. If you do-"
"Dad!" Sabrina cried.
"-I don't care who you are, you'll pay." Henry finished.
Puck nodded, the picture of sincerity. "Of course. I'll remember."
"Good." Henry nodded, then grinned. "Come on, spend the rest of the night with us."
"Yeah!" Basil nodded and Daphne grinned.
"Sure." Puck smiled. "Anything to spend time with my favorite sister."
Henry and Veronica took Daphne and Basil's hands. "Keep up, guys!" Veronica called over the clamour of the crowd around them.
Sabrina grasped Puck's hand in her own gloved one. "Nice act. I didn't know you could look so polite in front of parents."
Puck winked. "It's a hobby. And a talant."
Sabrina grinned, letting the excitement of the party wash over her. "Sure. Whatever. Let's keep up."
~The Sisters Grimm~
Hey, everyone! Just your extremly talanted author here! Okay, I'm not that good. But I am excited! Don't know why, but I am. Maybe I had too much sugar.
Anyway, Puck met the parents, went pretty well, right? I mean, who would have guessed Puck had such a talant? Not Sabrina!
Moving on... So it came to myy attention that noot everything was explained, and several readers had questions. I'm getting there. I'm trying to work my explanations into my work, like a real author. Micheal Buckly never put in an author's note explaining what was going to happen or anything like that. He let it unwind. So did every other half decent author out there. So be patient. Everything is working out.
All the answes to your various questions:
TheNotSoGreat: I'm glad you like my story so much! The new one will be out as soon as I hit a writer's block with this story, and not before then. So maybe, another four or five weeks?
I have no luck: Wow. Who Brantly's boss is is really killing you, huh? You've got a long time to wait, yet. This story is not going to be short and dull. Long and complicated rules!
SlayGal27: I have no intention of dropping off the fface of the earth, or leaving my stories to dangle. If I start something, I finish it. And so many people are always telling me they love this story, that I can't just stop. It's completely unfair and mean. So I am going to help you break your curse. I will write this story until it is complete! *Strikes battle pose*
Cynthia Darling: I won't start a new Random Things(I wonder if that phrase will become trademark, like elligoat's story contest), until I have writer's block with this story. But I know exactly what I'll be doing for the first chapter, so it won't take forever to come up with. I'm glad you're so supportive of the idea! And I can't wait to be able to write it.. Is it bad that I'm hoping for the writer's block everyone always complains about?
PUCKABRINALOVER: I'm glad you liked the chapter so much! Thanks for reviewing!
Unicorns Are Not So Innocent: Yeah, Christmas is fun. And so is making up ficttional days of it. As you can see, Puck never got the chance to trick anyone. He should pay more attention to notices.
And all questions you have ever asked are answered! If I missed anyone, let me know.
Anywhoo... That's all of my news. I'll post again next week!
'Til next chapter!
-The Irish Lass