Hope you like this new chapter! I've worked really hard on it so here you go. BTW if you have not seen Breaking Dawn Part Two go now! It's amazing.
"What?!" Willow grabbed her chest, and started to cough again.
"Calm down." Puck said, rubbing her back. "It'll be fine... Usually curses are a long time of pain, so that's one good thing. We have time to find out whose doing this, and to stop it. Don't worry, I'm going to find out whose doing this to you."
Willow nodded. "Does that mean your leaving?"
"It mean's we're leaving." He frowned. "Now, just relax, okay? I know what I'm doing. We're going to go to the Summer Court, okay?"
Willow nodded.
"You're going to have to change so you can blend in, okay? Do you think you can do that?"
"I'm sick, not handicapped."
Puck smiled, and nodded. He manifested a dress from the middle ages, made with beautiful dark green and dark blue fabric.
"Get dressed. Just call when you're done."
She nodded.
Puck left to the next room, splitting himself into two. The other one of him went outside of the old cottage and turned into a horse. The Puck in the room, looked everywhere but the door. He knew there was a small hole that he was large enough to see her through with his sharp senses. He knew it was wrong, and he wasn't going to do that because he wasn't a pervert. He was a fey, yes, but he wasn't bad. If he looked through the hole he would be disgusting. It's wrong, it would be really wrong. Disrespectful, rude, and gross. No, no, no, no, no he can't look through the hole. He cannot. He looked at it for less than a second, and looked quickly away. "No, Puck." He whispered. "She's a friend. She's sick. I can't just do that. I can't do that, and I won't do that."
"Puck?" said Willow.
Pucks heart jumped out of his chest. "Yep?"
"Are you okay? You sound tense."
"Yes. I am fine. Completely fine."
She opened the door, frowning. "Oh, well, can you zip up the rest, Puck? I can't reach it with these sleeves."
He paused for a second, and nodded. As he walked she moved her long beautiful hair out-of-the-way. It was in the top half, not exposing a lot of skin at all. So, why was he so embarrassed? Why was he thrilled to see two inches of her back, when he's seen a lot more from earth nymphs, faeries, and humans? He's done a lot more than see them, too?
Puck touched a bit of her skin when he put her hair back to place. She shivered.
"Are you cold?" He whispered.
She shook her head. "Just a bit of a cold chill."
"Willow?"
She turned, not expecting him so close. His green eyes bright and smoldering. He was so handsome, and serious at the moment. He'd been terribly serious these past few days. He opened his mouth and then closed. Puck touched her warm cheek with the back of his hand. "I'm not going to leave you, and I'm sorry if I scared you when I said that I might. Sometimes things aren't my choise, but I don't think Meghan would tell me to leave. I could always pull a favor from her anyways, okay?"
Willow smiled thinly. "Okay."
"Come on." He said, gently guiding her to the door where Puck was, kneeling for her to get on him easily.
"Thank you." She whispered, all of the sudden feeling drained.
"Do you think you can hold on by yourself?" He asked.
She breathed in, raspy. "No."
He got on himself, and wrapped his arms around her, holding on to his hair.
"Still hold on to me." Puck said.
She looked at Puck for a second, then did what he said, and horse Puck ran as fast as he could to his homeland.
"We'll stay here for the night." said Puck, when he found a nice clearing before night was falling.
Willow nodded, not really caring.
He got off of himself and helpped Willow get off. Horse Puck disappering as soon as she was off.
"Are you hungery?" He asked.
Willow shook her head. "I'm just tired."
He smiled slightly, manifesting a soft bed on the ground.
"How do you do that?" She asked, laying down on her side.
"Magic."
Willow smiled, her skin was way too pale. "When I was little I thought that being a feiry would be amazing. I knew what I could do was amazing, unreal. So why couldn't feiries exist? So, for the longest time I really believed in magic, and stuff. Then I just grow up... So funny how I was right all along. Gosh this is soft... I guess I could never be a princess I can't fell one bump on this thing."
"The Princess in the story was a brat anyways. She was ridiculously delicate." said Puck, sitting next to her.
"Did you know her?"
"Yes, she was very stubborn and stupid. Yet, she knew how to sing like an angel. Too bad she was to rude to ever be one."
Willow smiled, laughing. "Puck, you're so funny."
Puck laughed. "Well, I used to be court jesture."
She paused. "Did you quit?"
Puck laugh harder. "I guess you can say it that way, but not really. I just never went back."
"But you are now."
He smiled. "We're not going to the real court. Just to someone's house from the court. He owes me a favor."
"Oh. You're a summer fey, right?"
"Yes."
"So this is your home, right?"
Puck paused. "Yes."
"Do you miss being here?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry..."
"It's okay, Willow." he said. "It's not you fault."
"It is you're not here because you were taking care of me."
"It was my decision."
Willow sighed.
"It's the best decision I've made too."
"That's so cheesy."
"I made it up before anyone else did; I can use it."
Willow laughed. "Sure." She looked at him, his curly red hair, pretty prefect. "You don't have to sleep there." She said, not even thinking.
"I'm not going to sleep. I'll stay up and keep watch since we're out in the open."
Her cheeks went red, in embarrassment.
"But the bed would be better than this floor." He said, and sat on the edge.
She smiled, then closed her eyes. "Good night, Puck."
"Goodnight, Willow."
