AN: So sorry. School. I know, lame excuse, but projects are a nightmare. Well, here's chapter fourteen. Tell me if you like it!

Chapter Fourteen: Full House

Granny jumped right into action, telling Puck's parents to go get his brother and sister, and taking Puck up to the guest bedroom, so that we won't have to bend down to the floor to kiss him. The thing that I was most worried about was whether my kiss would work. I knew Puck liked me, but I rejected him so many times. Now that I think back on it, I can't think of any reason of saying no. I guess I was so focused on proving everyone wrong, that we weren't perfect for each other, that I didn't think about what Puck wanted.

I spent the rest of the day sitting next to Puck's bed. He was pale and looked, well, dead. This was the first time that I didn't take charge. I was more in the way, as Granny and Uncle Jake constantly walked in and out, trying different spells and potions because the kisses of restoration aren't guaranteed to work.

Puck's brother finally arrived at 4:50 pm. His sister, Sierra (as she liked to be called), had arrived soon after her parents. Granny made me come out and gathered together everyone doing the spell. She told everyone what to do exactly.

"We need to do the spell in this order, or it won't work at all," she started. "First, Oberon needs to kiss his right hand, then after five minutes, Titania needs to kiss his left hand. After another five minutes, Mustardseed, you need to kiss his forehead, and then after another five minutes, Sierra needs to kiss his nose. Finally, after ten minutes, Sabrina needs to kiss him on the mouth."

Everyone nodded and Oberon walked in first to do his job. Granny had us go in one at a time because the spell needs time and room to work. Titania, Mustardseed, and Sierra proceed after the right amount of time. After Sierra came out, it was my turn. I still had to wait ten minutes, though.

Those ten minutes were the worst ten minutes of my life. But I knew that for the spell to work I needed to follow the times that Peter's dad's book had.

Finally, Granny said I could go in. She squeezed my shoulder as I passed her, opened the door, walked in, and closed it behind me. What I saw shocked me. Puck was breathing and no longer pale. But there was something off. He didn't look fully alive. I took a deep, shuddering breath, wiped away the tears that had started again at the sight of him, and stepped closer.

I leaned down and placed my lips on his. I quickly pulled back to see if it worked. It seemed like it didn't work. He had even stopped breathing, and was turning colder by the second. I burst out crying, it was obvious that it hadn't worked. I was obviously not who he loved. I turned to leave.

"Sabrina?" Puck had called my name.

I whirled around and saw him half sitting on the edge of the bed. I squealed and threw myself on him, hugging him and sobbing.

He pulled me in a tight hug and comforted me, stroking my hair, "Shh, it's okay, it'll be fine." I could feel his tears running down his face and dripping onto my hair. "I'm here. We're safe." he whispered.

I was beyond happy. I was ecstatic. I couldn't believe it. He really did love me. I turned around in his lap and kissed him. He complied and crushed me to him, kissing me for the first time that really counted. It felt good, to be with him, it felt right. There was a knock on the door, "Sabrina? Did the spell work?" Granny was impatient to know. I pulled away from Puck just as Granny opened the door. "Puck, you're okay!" she exclaimed, and his everyone else went to hug him.

I knew I would see him later, so I gave his hand a squeeze, smiled at him, and left, giving the others a chance to see him. For now, I was happy that he was alive again. We'll see what happens later.

I was listening to my Ipod after dinner, leaning against the headboard of my bed, trying to calm my heart from all the excitement of the afternoon, when there was a knock on the door. "Come in," I said, a little too loudly because my earphones were in. Puck walked in when I just realized something. "Your leg! It's all better!"

"Great observation, Einstein," he joked. "The spell not only revived me, but it fixed my leg. My magic, however, is another matter." I patted the spot next to me and he climbed and sat there, grabbing my hand and lightly tracing the lines on my palm. "So….have you really forgiven me yet for the lie?" he asked, scooting closer to me.

"Hmm," I joked. "I don't know, that's a tough one."

He slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap so that I was facing him, straddling his hips. "How about now?" his lips were a centimeter from mine.

"Fine," I said and kissed him slowly, letting myself to just be with him. He pulled away after a couple of minutes.

His wings popped out of his back. He jumped up and pulled me with him into the air. "Now you're going to face the consequence of taking my powers from me," he opened my window and we flew out. He placed me on the roof with my back to it and lightly pressed himself to me, kissing me in the dark.

"Maybe I should take your powers away more often," I joked.

He grabbed my hand and flew us to the top of a tree, knowing that I liked climbing trees to the top. We sat there for a while, enjoying the peace and, for once, the quiet.

"So," I said. "Do you remember anything from when you were dead?"

"No," he answered. "It was just like I was sleeping. Except this time I didn't have a dream."

"Did it hurt, you know, when you died?" I whispered the last word.

"You can't imagine," he whispered back, then cleared his throat and spoke up so that it wouldn't sound as scary, "but that was mostly the poison, not the actual dying part."

It started getting chilly, and when Puck noticed that I slightly shivered, he took us back to my room. I pulled him down onto my bed and sat next to him.

"It was horrible," I started after a while. "I thought you were really gone. I couldn't wrap my mind around it." Tears started to silently roll down my cheeks. I laughed and wiped the tears away. "I don't think I've ever cried this much."

"I'm sorry you had to," he chuckled. "I wouldn't have died if I'd known that it would cause such a fuss."

"Even when you're dead, you still find a way to annoy me," I smiled, leaning my head against his shoulder and closing my eyes.

"Okay," he said standing up and pulling back the covers, "time for bed." He laid me down on my bed and tucked in the covers like I was a three-year-old. "G'night," he was about to leave when I stopped him.

"Wait, can you stay please? I still can't get over the fact that I haven't lost you. Please? Just for the night?"

"Fiiinnne," he said with a fake exasperated sigh. He turned off the lights and crawled into the covers next to me, putting his hand around me and pulling me close to him. "But I'm only doing this for your sake."

"Uh-huh," I said, cuddling closer to him, loving the way he smelt. Funny how many things can happen in a day.

AN: I will probably have time to update next week!

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