I kinda don't know where this story is going, but I hope it goes somewhere, because I think it would be weird if it didn't, and then it just kept dragging on. God, I hate stories like that.

So yeah. Any ideas? Thoughts? Suggestions?

Go right ahead and put them in words.

"What do you mean, we're all everafters?"

Sabrina looked from her grandmother, to her father, then to her mother.

How could this even be possible?

According to Mr Canis, he had written in a magical book called the Book of Everafters, and turned the entire Grimm family into Everafters. He said he had done it to protect them from an evil group called the Scarlet Hand. The one Bradley had spoken about.

"Sabrina, darling, we know it's a lot to take in, but you have to believe us. These people are dangerous, and we all think it was for the best. As everafters, we are immortal, and extremely difficult to kill. You children are all better off this way."

Sabrina's mother looked at her anxiously, as if expecting her to blow up. Sabrina closed her eyes and leaned against the chair. They were all sitting around the dining table, including Puck, who had flown Sabrina here after the car broke down. Her parents still didn't know about that, and Puck had promised to buy her family a new one.

Daphne bit down on her palm and hugged Sabrina, then Red.

"We get to live forever!" she squealed. Sabrina sighed and stood up, walking into the living room. She needed some time to think.

But Puck had other things in mind.

She felt him walk up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder and nuzzling her neck.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay, stinky. You got me to protect you, after all."

Sabrina smiled and leaned back against him. She could feel the warmth of his body and the way his muscles relaxed as she placed her arms on top of his. His lips tickled her neck, and she couldn't help the delicious shivers his breath was sending throughout her body.

"I know, gasbag, I just... it's a lot to take in. I don't know how I'm gonna deal with being immortal, on top of this whole Scarlet hand crap. Daphne and Basil seem fine with it, but they're too young to understand, you know? They don't get it."

Puck made a soft mmm of agreement. He turned her around in his arms and rested his forehead against hers.

"Look, it's going to be alright. I'm pretty sure my parents are pissed at me right now, so they should be here any minute, along with Mustardseed and Moth. We'll talk to them, see what they know, okay? You got us on your side, and I know that I, for one, will never let anything happen to you. I promise."

Sabrina smiled. "Promise?"

"I promise."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek softly. "Thank you."

He looked at her when she pulled away, surprised. He was pouting.

"That's it? That's all I get? You're a big meanie, you know that? A big, fat, stinky, ugly, unattractive - "

She cut him off with a kiss. Soft and fast. Then she pulled out of his arms and walked over to the couch, flopping down. Puck followed her, mumbling something about women being too seductive. Sabrina grinned at him as he flopped down on the couch next to her, swinging a leg over the armrest and settling his head in her lap.

"Turn on the TV, I'm bored. My girlfriend won't entertain me, not even after she missed my gorgeous good looks and sexy as body so much."

Sabrina laughed. "I did miss you, stinkface, that's true." She picked up the remote and threaded her fingers through his hair, puling at the soft, golden locks. She ruffled his hair on the top of his head, pushing it out of his eyes and then flattening it back down over his forehead.

She turned on the TV, but Puck wasn't watching. Instead, his face was turned towards the ceiling, and his eyes were closed, enjoying the feel of her talented fingers playing with his hair.

Unconsciously, he let out a loud moan. It felt so good.

Sabrina looked down at him and grinned. "Enjoying yourself, are you?" Puck opened one eye and glared at her.

"Shut up, woman. Just keep doing what you are doing. It feels nice." Then, realizing what he had just said, he frowned. "Look at what you've done to me, Grimm! I've become your play thing! You're making me feel things!"

Sabrina chuckled softly. She looked more closely at his face. He had some light stubble growing on his jawline, and he looked beat up. His skin was a bit tanner, and more soft. His muscles had strengthened, and his shoulders were broader. All in all, he looked hot.

"You look older," she told him, tracing his jawline. His eyes fluttered, and his skin grew warm under her fingers.

"Mother thinks I'm growing up. She says it was happening because I had feelings for Moth, seeing as though Everafters only grow old if they truly love someone. I told her she was being an old hag, and that Moth didn't deserve my royal feelings. She had me locked in my room for a whole day, the witch. Not that it mattered, of course. My room was fit for a king!"

Sabrina shook her head. He was so delusional. But cute. She'd give him that. It was the only thing that allowed him to get away with things. That, and his random displays of affection.

He sat up, and pulled her into his lap. He grinned at her cockily, back to his usual self.

"I have been growing up," he said, looking into her eyes. "But not for Moth. No, that dimwit was never good enough for my royal attention. I've been growing up for someone else, Sabrina. For you."

Sabrina let his words hang in the air. He was growing up, throwing off his childhood, for her? This was new.

She was about to respond, when a knock on the door jolted them both out of their embrace.

"Open up! We've come with to you with a bargain! Let us in before we blow you're house down!"