AN: wow, I didn't think anyone would like that. Well, I'm glad that chapter's over. I only have to get through the next bit before this really takes hold and goes faster. I'm also gonna try to make the chapters a little longer, k? Also, please PM me if you have a good idea for a bad guy name. I'm having trouble coming up with one.

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Daphne had been enjoying a nice ham sandwich with Red and Elvis in the mess hall, laughing about the pictures they had drawn the day before.

"You gave Puck such a big head, he looks like you stuck a pumpkin on instead!" Daphne snickered. Jack Pumpkinhead, who was sitting nearby, harrumphed and moved away. Daphne shrugged, and Red giggled. Daphne got back to looking at the drawings.

"Well, he's just like that in real life anyway. And holy kumquats, that looks soo much like Sabrina!" Red blushed as Daphne continued to talk. "Hehe, it looks like she's mad at him! Oh yeah, if he did do that to her shirt, she would kill him, no doubt about it!" Daphne sighed. "It makes it really hard to get Sabrina to realize they're meant for each other when he keeps doing stuff like that. She was about to believe me a few months ago, and then he had to dump that bucket of mayo and roaches on her. He's so stupid, and then he saves her life! Good grief, that boy needs to make up his mind!"

Red patted her back empathetically. "Maybe you should just step back and let him try to talk to her about it himself, you know? Maybe he just wants to tell her on his own time."

Daphne looked at her. "You're missing the point! He's not gonna tell her, at least not any time soon! I'm gonna have to be the one to do it! I'll set up a trap, get him to accidentally say something—"

A voice cut in. "No need. She's figured it out just now." Peter sat down next across from the girls. He picked up a crayon before flourishing it and scribbling on the paper.

The girls were flabbergasted. "What? When? How?" Daphne leaned across the table expectantly.

"Easy. I told her."

"You TOLD HER? Just—straight off? And she believed you?"

"She had to. The evidence was stacked against her. There was no way for her to ignore the facts. I didn't even have to mention the fact that he's grown up for her. The other stuff alone was enough. Do you have a blue? "

Red passed him the crayon. Daphne still looked surprised.

"So what did she do? She just believed you, no argument?"

Peter nodded.

"Well, that isn't anything like Sabrina at all."

He shrugged. "After I told her, she just kind of sat there for a minute, and then she got up and pushed me out of the room and shut the door behind me. I didn't say anything else; I just left and came here for something to eat."

The girls just stared at him. After a while, Daphne spoke. "You… left because you were hungry? You didn't stay and see what she did?"

He shook his head. "She didn't look like she wanted to talk. I value my life, so I left."

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Sabrina sank down on her bed. He hadn't been lying. Puck really did love her, but—Sabrina didn't know what she should do. The thought of seeing Puck after what she had just heard made her stomach flip.

What should she do? She definitely couldn't ask Puck about it. She would ignore it. Maybe if she ignored it long enough, she wouldn't blush every time she thought of him. She would act like nothing had happened. Puck would NOT find out about this, ever. If he really did like her, he would tell her himself, on his own time.

Sabrina sighed. She hoped that he would do it soon. It was better for her to know for sure than to wonder.

O0o0o0O

Puck sat in his room, the only area on the second floor of the house that wasn't being rebuilt. The giant bull had just barely missed the door when it had stampeded through the house. There was a spot about a foot wide where the animal had skirted his room, where the floorboards were still intact. The rest of the hall floor was support beams until you got to the stairs.

Puck sat, immersed in his own thoughts, when he heard footsteps coming up behind him. He looked up, and then grunted. It was only Tinkerbell. He would just ignore her.

"Why do you insist on being so obstinate? Surely you are bored of it by now. I would have thought that you would rather have that girl's attention rather than her loathing."

He scowled. "What'dyou know? Maybe I don't WANT her to like me. Maybe I just want to be left alone."

"Somehow I find that improbable."

Puck huffed and looked away. "I don't care. She can go on and spend all her time playing chummy with Pan, I don't care. If she would rather talk to him than me, then I'll just stay out of her way."

Tinkerbell sat down next to him. "I think that it might be something different. Peter has a way of finding something that needs healing. He seems to think that Sabrina could use his help, although I don't know why." She paused, and when Puck didn't say anything, she continued.

"It could be because someone she loves wasn't as sensitive as she needed him to be."

Puck stayed silent, and Tinkerbell went on. "Just try to let up on Peter, all right? He's just trying to be nice, not to take your place. And besides, there wouldn't be a place to fill if you were there. Sabrina seems to like you, so if you want to keep it that way you should try your best to fix it before it's too late."

She got up and started walking away, but then she stopped and turned around.

"It wouldn't hurt to tell her, either."

And with that, Tinkerbell was gone, and Puck was left to his thoughts.