This is the last chapter, the epilogue. Thanks for sticking with me all the way to here. Love you all!

I'm working on a new story, which I'll publish as soon as I have enough written that you won't have to go through the long time between chapter posts. It has to do with Sabrina, moving, school, and meeting a very weird boy from a very weird town. Do the math.

I do not own the Sisters Grimm.

It seemed like nature was balancing out the chilly, wintry spring with a blazing, sunny summer. Sabrina, with her broken ankle healed and back to normal, was outside almost every day, picking ripe blackberries off the bushes outside Granny Relda's house and lounging on the porch swing in a tee shirt and raggedy cutoff shorts.

The Hand was being severely beaten back, and Charming's newly empowered military kept them far off the property of the Grimms. Everyone was saying the war would be over soon – and it looked like that would be true.

Daphne had recovered from her concussion, scrapes, and bruises, and she'd shot up like a weed in the course of a few months. She was taller, sunburned, and rosy cheeked, running around without a care.

"You two," she shouted, cartwheeling across the lawn. "Watch this!"

"Not now, Marshmallow," Puck said, concentrating on his board. "I'm trying to defeat the evil blonde one."

"He thinks," said Sabrina, smirking across at him. "He doesn't have a chance."

"C four," Puck remarked triumphantly.

"Miss," she smirked again. "B seven."

"Hit," he groaned over his Battleship board. "You sank my last one, dangit!"

"Don't feel too bruised," she said. "You sank my little tiny boat, remember?" She cackled and rubbed her hands together like a cartoon villain. Obviously she wasn't actually trying to cushion his loss.

Neither one noticed the bored eight-year-old's steps beating the wooden floor as she ran back into the house.

"I'm done with this stupid game," Puck huffed, kicking away his board and stretching his arms. Sabrina heaved herself off the floor and settled on the porch steps. Puck sat on the one above hers and began to periodically tug at her low ponytail.

Puck had undergone a change nobody had seen coming. He was suddenly less a rival, and more – surprisingly – a friend. They played board games, and she even read him a book occasionally, even though afterward he would dramatically proclaim his allergy to books.

But he still really wanted to know if Edward would come back to Bella before she jumped off that cliff and drowned, which was where Sabrina had left off in New Moon.

Sabrina had changed too. She had learned to deal with him using much more efficient methods, like simply walking off and leaving him stumped in the middle of an argument.

But for some reason, she didn't always feel like arguing with him anymore. In fact, he was much easier to be around, at least from her point of view. Or maybe she had loosened up a little. No one was quite sure.

There were other things, too.

Like how after one of his increasingly frequent showers, the sight of him almost made her fall over. He was getting cuter than ever. Unfortunately, he seemed to notice that and pointed out to the world whenever Sabrina stared at him. Everybody knew he liked it though, and everybody made sure to remark whenever they saw him staring, wide-eyed, at her back.

Either way, something in their dynamic had dramatically shifted. They both felt that, after everything was said and done, they'd helped each other through way too many difficult situations to pretend to be mortal enemies. Neither was quite sure what was different. Both were trying not to over think the situation.

Now, Sabrina sat very still on the step, shoulder tingling because his elbow was very close to it. She shrugged it off and moved to the porch swing, which was bound to be more comfortable. Of course he followed her.

The sun was setting over the hills, and the sky burned red and orange like it never had before, that she'd seen. It was breathtaking, and she enjoyed staring out at the perfect sky.

Daphne, who had gone inside an hour or so earlier, had left her battered copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows lying on the swing. Sabrina had read this book three times.

She flipped to the last page, propping her feet in Puck's lap. He wouldn't push them off, she knew.

In the dimming light, she mused at the last line: The scar had not pained him in nineteen years. All was well. It was a beautiful ending to a beautiful book.

"Puck," she said. "Remind me to read you the Harry Potter books sometime."

"Okay," he said, pretending to sigh. "Will I like them?"

"Yeah, you will," she laughed.

He stared at the sunset for another moment before speaking again. "How long has it been? Three months?"

"Nearly four," she said, reeling at how fast time had flown by her. "I still think about it every day, though."

"Me too," he said. "We changed, I guess."

"We did. I'm not sure what changed."

"I don't know either. But it's not so bad." He punctuated the remark by grabbing her hand, which took her by surprise.

But they were beyond shoving each other away by now.

"No…" She stared at the sky, which was now rapidly becoming a dark, solemn blue. The woods were alive with the late chirps of birds and crickets.

He was looking at her funnily.

Suddenly, he leaned forward and gave her a very soft kiss. For some reason, she felt like it had been a long time in coming, not weird or unwarranted.

He pulled back and she stared at him curiously. She wasn't quite sure what to think…

Then he broke into a grin.

"Lieblings!" Relda's voice, calling through the open window, broke the quiet. "Dinner is on the table! Wash your hands!"

The last rays of red light washed over the house as she squeezed Puck's hand and slipped through the door into the house. She knew what she would find inside – a table full of those she loved, laughing happily at something one or another had said.

Because, she thought, all was well.

Happy ending :D!:D!

This is my last author's note in this story…*tear* I'll be back soon. I have new ideas cooking in my demented brain XD

Okay. I may not post any new stories in SG for a little while, but I have a lot of little threads that may or may not become developed stories.

I have a new story that I've been working on that I really like. I'm not going to post it until it's pretty much finished to avoid the long times between updates.

My little sister is sitting next to me, reading Magic and Other Misdemeanors, just for the record. I knew we were related.

Well, I know this is a long AN, but it's really just that I have a lot to say. This story was a learning experience and very important to me. I'm glad I'm done, though, because I am OUT of plot twists.

Stay tuned and take care,

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