Well, I'm back with another chapter. It's been a few weeks since I last posted, unfortunately so.

volleyballplayer: Awww thanks!

Simmy: Hmmm evil? Now that's a strong word. Perhaps I just venture a little to close to the dark side...

Guest: Glad to hear that it was worth the wait, hopefully this one will be as well! About more Puckabrina moments, this chapter may continue a few. ;)

lilypad27: I updated! Late, yes, but still updated.

SheWhoMustNotBeNamed111: I'm glad you liked the plot twist, it's defiantly gonna make the next few chapters more interesting.

WARNING: There is some adult themes later on in this chapter. No explicit words are used, but it's clear was is/about to happen. It's only toward the end, the first part is relatively clean.

Enjoy!

Chapter 25

"And you're sure about this?" Henry asked.

"Positive," Puck replied back smoothly from the head of the table. Sabrina couldn't help but watch him. They hadn't talked since their fight last night and she was caught between running to Puck and apologizing and ignoring him. How infuriating it is to be both frustrated and in love with a person.

Sabrina knew he felt her gaze, but he refused to look at her. What he really that mad that he couldn't even look at her? She forced herself to look away from him and to the middle of the table where the scroll lied. She was sitting at a long table filled with members of her family and important Faerie advisors.

Sabrina usually wouldn't be allowed in since she's still considered a 'child'; despite the fact that she's turning eighteen in less than two months and had gone through worse experiences than adults had ever had. However, she had been given an exception along with Daphne, so that they could help Puck tell everyone the events of last night.

"But how do we know it even works?" Henry pressed. "For all we know that witch handed you a random paper."

"It works," Daphne said. "I can feel the magic coming off of it." That led everyone to whisper and stare in shock at the paper.

"Silence," Puck commanded and everyone quieted down. "We will be heading to war in two days time. Generals, prepare your army; we will march to Moth soon." A few faeries nodded and left the room. Puck turned to look at the scroll. "As for the matter of the spell, we will be consulting with magic users on the best course of action. I am leaving Daphne Grimm in charge of it."

Sabrina watched Daphne beam with pride until the shouts arrived.

"She's just a child," a faerie said.

"Your majesty, I hardly think that's wise," another commented.

"Everyone stop your shouts," a voice said, louder than the others. Everyone stopped talking to face the user of the voice, Mustardseed. "If the king says so, than that is law. If there is a problem, I offer my help to Miss Grimm."

Daphne's cheeks burned red, but she nodded her head in thanks.

"This meeting is adjourned," Puck said and stood up. "If anyone has any concerns, tell them to my mother and she will relay them to me." Puck left as the advisors stood up to continue arguing.

Sabrina decided this was her time to leave and she quickly left to the hall. She looked around for Puck, but he'd seemed to have disappeared. That was fine, there was something she had to do anyway.

Sabrina quickly walked down hallways and turned corners, not bothering to stop and say hello to anyone. She finally opened the massive doors into the infirmary. She quickly walked down the middle and passed the white beds filled with more people than Sabrina was happy about.

She made her way to the small office at the end of the hall and knocked softy on the open doorway. The doctor, who had been rifling through his desk for something looked up at the noise. He quickly straightened upon seeing her.

"Miss Grimm, how may I help you?" The doctor asked. She didn't bother wondering how he knew who she is. She found out pretty quickly that being the girlfriend of the king made you noticeable.

"I have an injury that I would like you to take a look at," she replied briskly and glanced around nervously. She didn't want anyone to know that she's here.

"Of course, of course," the doctor said and motioned her back through the doorway to the main room.

"Please, have a seat," he said and motioned to a bed.

"Perhaps, we could be somewhere a little more private?" she asked. The doctor gave her a questionable look, but agreed and showed her to a little room.

She sat on the bed while the doctor bustled around, collecting certain instruments. He finally settled down on a rolling chair beside her.

"What seems to be the problem?" he asked. She cast a hesitant glance at the door, which was luckily closed.

"When I was out last night, I pricked my hand on some thorns…" The doctor nodded along almost impatiently as if she was a silly girl with a scrape looking for someone to kiss it better. "And it was laced with poison and well, it hurts."

"Well, why don't I take a look at it, if you would remover your glove." Sabrina carefully pulled her glove off of her bad hand and then removed the bandages she had wrapped it in. She had tried to do everything she could this morning to improve the stinging, but nothing had worked. Now, her hand looked as bad as ever.

The cut still seemed to be oozing blood and puss and her entire had was slowly turning a sickish purple colour. It hadn't gone passed her wrist yet, but Sabrina was worried it would only be a matter of time.

She heard the doctor take in a breath at the sight of her hand. He gingerly took it, inspecting every inch of her hand. She clamped her jaws shut, but a wince still escaped her.

"Let me clean it first and then we can see what we're looking at." Sabrina sat patiently as the doctor cleaned her gross hand, wincing and even crying out once. The pain was unbelievable.

When he was done, the doctor just kept inspecting her hand, probing it every so often.

"So Doc," Sabrina said through clenched teeth. "How is it looking?"

The doctor looked up and gave her a sad look. "Are you sure you don't want anyone here with you?" he asked.

"I'm sure, just tell me. What kind of poison is it and when can I get the cure?"

"I'm very sorry, but I'm not entirely sure what the poison is."

Sabrina's heart dropped. "How can you not know what the poison is? You're a doctor, right?" The doctor just smiled patiently at her.

"I'm seeing similar symptoms of very common poisons, but none that match. Belladonna turns the skin purple, but doesn't ooze puss. Other poisons ooze, but don't turn the skin purple. And your hand isn't swelling, which factors out a whole other area of poisons."

"So what you're saying is that I'm going to die." The doctor winced at her blunt tone, but didn't object.

"I can give you some medicine for the pain, but the best outcome right now is to hope for it to pass."

"And how likely is that?"

"Very slim," the doctor admitted and her heart sunk a little lower.

"How long do I have?"

"Probably a day or two, but it will get worse toward the end."

"A day or two! No, I need longer." If Sabrina was going to die, she at least needed to see Moth gone and Faerie in a better place. She refused to die while the war is still going on. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to be up to her.

"There is something that we can do that will delay the outcome."

"Anything," Sabrina breathed.

"We can suck some of the poison out of your hand. Unfortunately, the poison is already in your blood stream, so it's not a permanent solution."

"And how long would I have with the procedure?"

"A week," the doctor replied sadly. Just enough time, Sabrina though and agreed quickly.

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"I need your help," Sabrina said, standing above Pinocchio. He pulled his face from the book he was reading to look at her.

"What with?" he asked and Sabrina collapsed into the chair beside him. After the procedure, she had come straight to Pinocchio and found him in the library.

Sabrina looked around cautiously, but they seemed to be alone. "What I'm about to tell you, you cannot tell anyone. Deal?"

Pinocchio looked confused, but nodded. "Deal."

"I'm dying."

"What?" Pinocchio shrieked and stood up.

"Keep your voice down," she said.

"Sorry," he mumbled and sat back down. "If you're lying, that's a pretty cruel joke to play."

"It's not a joke," she snapped. "I really am and it's your job to figure out how to save me."

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Pucks POV

Puck paced his bedroom in quick strides. Back and forth from one wall to another. He should just talk to her, shouldn't he? That would be for the best. At least he was pretty sure.

He had felt awful after his an Sabrina's fight. True, he had said some things that they should discuss, but not in that matter. He hated how it had gone. He had snapped at her. Sure, now he didn't mean it; it had been just some dumb things he'd said in the moment, but Sabrina didn't know that.

God, what could she be thinking? In truth, Puck had no idea. He never had any clue and had long ago stopped trying. Surely, she was mad at him. She had snapped at him as well last night. Not that he blamed her, he really was an ass.

He couldn't look at her, afraid she would see the shame that filled him. Even when he felt her gaze in the meeting earlier, he had refused to look at her. Like a coward, he thought miserably. He should have at least acknowledged her in someway or another.

God, what must she be thinking?

Puck marched out the door and passed his guards. He had to do something or he would become more crazier than he was already going. He had to find her. They had to talk.

He speed-walked down the halls of his palace, his guards following at a respectable distance behind him.

What is he going to say to her? Sorry? That seemed like the appropriate thing to start with. And even once he apologized, would they talk about the other stuff? There was so much stuff to talk about. The war, the favours they owed Hag Booge, the stuff the witch had said…

He felt his anger rising just thinking about the witch had wanted first, his first born. Sabrina's and his first born.

Sure, the witch had said that it's possible it wouldn't be Sabrina's, but Puck couldn't think about having a child with anyone else. Not that he thought about having a child—or children for that matter—with Sabrina.

He couldn't think about that. In fact, he refused to. With everything going on, all he could think about was surviving to the next day. The future after the war seemed ages away.

It seemed impossible.

Being able to wake up one day without relentless worry. Being with Sabrina… And yes, maybe one day getting married and having children.

It seemed impossible at this moment in time, but if there is anyone Puck would marry, it's Sabrina. But what does she want? After the war, would she still want to be with him? What about later? Would she want to be his wife, to be queen? And kids, does she even want kids?

No, he had to stop thinking about this, it was making his head spin. He should just go back to thinking about the immediate future. The rest could wait until a better time. Whenever that would be.

He finally found his way to her door and wrapped loudly. The doors swung open to reveal Red. She stared up at Puck, apparently flustered by his appearance. The girl and him had never really gotten to know each other well.

"Puck," she said. At least she didn't say his majesty, Puck thought. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm looking for Sabrina," he said and craned his head to look past her.

"She isn't here," Red replied.

"Well, where is she?" he snapped. Red cringed a little away from him and he instantly felt bad.

"I don't know," she said softly. "She hasn't been to the room in hours. The last time I saw her was when she left for the meeting."

Puck cursed and turned away from Red who seemed all to happy to close the door.

"Do you know where she is?" he asked his guards even though he knew it was a lost cause, they had been by his side all day. Sure enough, the guards all shook their heads.

Puck was just about storm back down the hallway in search, when a small voice squeaked up.

"Excuse me," Puck looked for the owner of the voice to see a small maid standing by a trolley of towels.

Puck swallowed his irritation and said in as pleasant voice as he could manage, "Yes?"

"Your majesty," the maid said and dropped into a low bow. "Forgive me, but I couldn't help but overhear that you are looking for Miss Grimm." That sparked his attention.

"I am. Do you know where she is?"

"Yes," the maid said eagerly. "I saw her go to the library."

"Thank you," Puck said quickly and before the maid could respond, he was walking quickly down the hallway.

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Sabrina's POV

"Found anything yet?" Sabrina asked Pinocchio.

He sighed and said, "Sabrina—"

"I know I asked you that three minutes ago, but a lot can change in three minutes," she protested.

"Sabrina," Pinocchio started again. "I—"

"Haven't found anything yet, I know," she finished his sentence and slumped in her seat, throwing the book she had just finished on the table.

"Sabrina," Pinocchio tried again. "You—"

"Yes, I know I have to stop asking," she interrupted again.

"Sabrina!" Pinocchio shouted, startling her into sitting upright. She opened her mouth to respond, but Pinocchio shushed her. "Let me just talk." She shut her mouth. "No, I have not found the poison or a cure and I'm not going to find one if you keep annoying me. Go for a walk."

"But," she protested.

"No, go for a walk." She glared at Pinocchio who had returned to his book and stomped off.

"Who does he think he is?" she muttered under her breath and walked to the door that led out of the library. She yanked it open aggressively to see a flustered Puck standing behind it.

"Puck?" she asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you," he responded. "Can we talk?"

Sabrina bit her lip, but nodded. She stepped aside so he could come out, followed by his guards.

"Wait here," he instructed them before walking off, leaving Sabrina to follow him. "Let's go somewhere more private."

They travelled deeper into the library, weaving between bookshelves. Sabrina immediately got lost, but hoped that Puck knew where they were going. They soon found themselves in a secluded corner. Sabrina assumed it was a working space, judging from the table and chair in the corner. It looked like it hadn't been touched in ages.

They stood there for a second, looking but not touching each other. Sabrina wasn't sure what to say and apparently neither was Puck.

"Why were you here in the library?" Puck asks rather abruptly.

"What?" Sabrina said, startled by his question. That wasn't what she thought he would ask her.

"Oh, you don't have to tell me," Puck said sheepishly. "I was just curious."

"No, that's fine," Sabrina replied awkwardly. "I was looking for a book."

"I cannot believe you read those foul things."

Sabrina chuckled, "You know we're literally surrounded by books now."

"Don't remind me. I swear, I can feel myself having an allergic reaction." She laughed and some of the awkwardness disappeared.

"About last night," she said.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"You don't have anything to apologize for."

"No, I do. I shouldn't have acted like that."

"It's okay, we were both mad in the moment and said some things we shouldn't have." She gave Puck a timid smile to which he grinned fully back at her. "For the record, I'm sorry as well."

"I know," Puck said and stepped closer to her. He took her hands, not seeming to mind the one in the glove. "However, if you tell someone I apologized, I'll deny it ever happened. Can't have people thinking I've gone soft."

"Oh, of course," Sabrina said in mock serious. "What would happen if people thought The Trickster King had gotten all mushy?"

"I haven't gone all mushy," Puck protested.

"Oh, I'm sure there are a few things I can do to make you mushy." She stepped closer to him, her voice quietening.

"Oh really? Like what?" Puck asked almost huskily that gave her a little thrill.

"Is that a challenge?" She didn't give him time to reply before capturing his mouth with hers.

At first he was soft, his lips gently kissing her own. His hands found her waist and slowly drifted up and down her back. The hand with the glove was pressed against his chest, the other tangled in his messy curls.

Suddenly he was kissing her harder and she gasped in surprised. His tongue slipped into her mouth and he pressed his body closer to hers. She winded her hands behind his back, so their chests were touching. His hands were now drifting along her sides and down her hips. One of them came to cup her face as he smashed his lips harder to hers.

They were both gasping now, trying to catch enough air between their hurried kisses. It was becoming more sloppy now, but so wonderful, Sabrina couldn't help but think.

Puck pressed himself against her and she slowly backed away, teasing him. He growled and followed her as they kissed until her thighs hit the back of the table. Puck continued to kiss her, leaving her mouth to make a trail down her jaw. She sighed in pleasure, which sent another growl through Puck.

God help her, the kind of power he had over her was tremendous.

Puck slowly removed his lips from her jaw and Sabrina huffed in annoyance. She wanted to reach for him, to bring him closer into another powerful kiss. She paused as she felt his hands drift down to her thighs. He looked at her hesitantly as he clasped them, but she didn't make a move to stop him. She just wrapped her hands behind his neck as he brought her up and onto the table. She was now just above Puck.

"Have I told you I love you?" he asked.

"Multiple times," she responded. "But you are always welcomed to say it again. It's encouraged in fact."

"Really?" He responded with a familiar smirk.

"Oh, yes." She grinned at him gleefully now. Her hands running down his arms.

"Well, I love you."

"One more time," she begged.

He looked her directly in the eye, "Sabrina Grimm, I love you." She smiled at him and bended forward to kiss him. It was a little awkward because her knees were in the way, but Puck didn't make a move to split them.

However, she broke the kiss and opened them, inviting him. He didn't even hesitant moving between her thighs. He cupped her face with both hands and brought her face down to another wonderful kiss.

Sabrina wrapped her legs around his waist happily and he moaned in pleasure. She slipped her hands to his shoulders and starting pushing off his jacket. He obliged, letting his arms go loose as she worked it off him and tossed it onto the floor.

She broke the kiss as she slowly undid the buttons on his shirt and added it to the jacket. She ran her hands along his chest and down his stomach, amazed at his smooth skin.

"You're driving me insane," he breathed and captured her lips with another kiss. They would no doubt be swollen tomorrow.

He tugged on her shirt and she raised her arms to help him slip it off. He gently kissed her collarbone, working his way back up to her lips. She couldn't help but smile against his lips. He broke away to look at the no doubt goofy grin that was thrown across her lips. His gaze was filled with adoration and love and suddenly she wanted it all. She didn't want to stop.

She moved her fingers to his pants and undid his top button.

"Sabrina," he protested, but didn't move as she undid his fly.

She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Do you want me to stop?"

He gazed at her for a long time, clearly taking in her desire. Finally he whispered, "No," and she pulled his pants passed his hips.

He slid them down the rest of the way, throwing them on the floor along with his shoes and socks. She added her sandals to the pile as he stepped between her legs once again. She raised a hand and brushed his hair off his forehead.

"You're beautiful," he said and she met his gaze. Sabrina smiled, deciding that the only proper response was to kiss him. She felt his hands drift down to her jeans and she didn't stop him from popping the button and easing down the zipper. She helped him tug them off his hips and down her legs.

He took her in before kissing her again wildly. His mouth ground on hers and her hands slipped in his hair and felt the taunt muscles of his back. Slowly he eased her onto the table and was lying onto of her. His weight, being supported by elbows on either side of her.

"You sure?" he whispered.

"I"m sure," she replied. He kissed her harder, pressing himself against him. In that moment, Sabrina wasn't worrying about war or her hand or anything else. She was simply thinking about Puck and her want for him. The rest of the stuff she would deal with later, now she had all that she wanted.

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That was chapter 25! I know there wasn't a ton of action in this chapter, but I wanted to tie up some loose ends and have a Puckabrina moment before the big war starts to happen.

Speaking about the Puckabrina moment, did you like it? I don't often write more explicit scenes like that, but I think it went okay...Right? Say so in the reviews!

Which brings me to my next topic, thank you for the support! Love it when people say such nice things. :)

About when the next chapter will be up. Honestly, I don't really know. I'm going away and will not have access to a computer to type on. So unless I update until then, you'll probably won't be hearing from me in a good while.

Anyway, thanks!