EDIT: Sky: Re-Added scene skips.
A/N:
Sky: Holy. Crap.
Okay. I'm so sorry it took us this long… There's a huge list of reasons actually XD Short version: Work, wedding plans, work, work, work, catfight, work, holidays, work, fights, work, wedding plans, work… Did I mention work? We've been working almost non-stop since the last update. Promise to update much faster now that work has slowed down a tiny bit! Please don't kill us. XD
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No Matter What
Chapter Thirty-Six: Flight
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Sabrina didn't open her eyes, lying peacefully on the bed with the blanket pulled up to her chin. In the two weeks since she had awoken in the Enchanted Forest, she had remained with Peter's family as a live-in half-ghost. She got along well with Wendy and Tiger, but constantly fought playfully with Peter. He liked annoying her and playing pranks on her, so she got back at him by 'haunting' him and hiding his things.
"Remember--when she wakes up, clap your hands."
Sabrina tried not to twitch. "If Tiger's hands are in my face when I open my eyes, I'm going to be angry."
Peter hesitated, then grinned sheepishly down at his son, who he held above Sabrina's face. True enough, he had instructed Tiger to keep his hands inside her face as a prank before bringing him into the room.
Tiger, who couldn't stand the thought of Sabrina being angry with him, pulling his hands back and pressed his little fists against his cheeks. "Please don't be angry, Miss Sabrina," he said cutely.
Sabrina opened one eye and smiled wryly at the sight. "Don't worry Tiger. I'll never be mad at you."
"Cradle robber," Peter rolled his eyes.
"...I will end you."
Sabrina sat up and scowled at him.
"Yay!" Tiger gave Sabrina a brilliant smile. "You're sure you won't ever ever be mad at me?"
"Promise," Sabrina said, yawning and stretching. "What's with the wake-up call, anyway?"
"We were bored," Peter said simply, grinning.
"Daddy said it would be fun, but he didn't say Miss Sabrina would be mad," Tiger said, turning his head to look at Peter.
Peter gave his son an angelic smile. "She's not mad though."
Sabrina sighed. "Really, Tiger. I'm not mad. It was fun. Yaaaay. Fun."
Tiger's smile was back in place. "Okay!" he chirped cheerfully. He clapped his hands happily. "Miss Sabrina, are we going to play today?"
"Sure," Sabrina shrugged. She could play with Tiger--after all, inanimate objects were no problem for her. "What do you want to do today?"
Tiger nibbled on his thumb. "Um...um...um... can we explore the forest?" He looked at her hopefully. "We can play adventure!"
Sabrina grinned again. "Sure, Tiger. Just remember to be careful." She glanced into the distance, before bringing her attention back to babysitting. She was positive Peter would be following them silently, just to make sure nothing happened.
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The blond boy threw himself into a chair at the outdoor cafe with relief. "Thank god," he muttered to himself. "I thought my feet were going to fall off." He had long since discovered one part about traveling the world that severely sucked – the fact that 90% of the people who lived in the world were not Everafters, and because of that he couldn't simply open his wings and fly.
And he never had gotten around to getting a driver's license back in Ferryport Landing. Sabrina had always rolled her eyes and promised to drive for him. Now he recognized the true importance in figuring it out for himself.
'Note to self,' Puck thought as a waitress came over and placed a glass of water on the table in front of him. 'Talk to Henry about learning to drive. Figure out something really big to promise in order to convince him to say yes.'
The waitress reached up and slipped a pen out from where it was tucked behind her ear, and flipped open her order pad. "So what can I get for you?" she asked with a smile. Puck was relieved to see that it wasn't one of those 'check me out, aren't I hot, you stud?' looks that some waitresses – and the occasional waiter – would throw his way when he stopped for something to eat. As confident as he was in his looks and no matter how much he loved attention, sometimes there were moments when he just wanted to eat, not flirt.
Especially after his latest search had come up with a dead end. Like this time.
"I'll have a bowl of clam chowder," he said, recalling the posted menu he'd read when he'd reached the café. "And do you have any oats?"
The waitress paused in scrawling the order. "Oatmeal…?"
He shook his head, his blonde hair flipping around his face. Haircuts hadn't been all that important to him, and his hair was longer and shaggier than usual. He'd get it cut eventually, just…not right now. "Nah," he said. "Just oats. Doesn't have to be a lot of them, just a few." He threw her a grin. "K?"
"Well, it's not one of our usual requests, but I'll see what I can do," she replied, making a note on the pad. "I'll be back soon with your soup."
When she left the table, Puck took a quick glance around. There were other tables scattered on the patio, but it wasn't crowded. There was no one sitting at the surrounding tables.
There was a light nudge from the case strapped to Puck's hip, and he chuckled as he reached down to un-strap it. "Cut it out, I know," he said. "You're hungry." He set the case on the table in front of him and flipped open a window in the side. A small black head poked out of it, and there was another thud as she kicked the side of the case. "No, you can't come out yet. We're at a café. Wait until we get to a hotel or something where people can't see you. Look, calm down. I've got oats coming."
At the word 'oats', Celeste's ears pricked forward and she whickered softly to Puck. Of course, at her present size the whicker sounded a little more like a squeak. Vaguely Puck wondered if that was what a real My Little Pony would sound like if it could make noise, but he didn't voice the thought. The first time he'd mentioned My Little Ponies to Celeste, she'd gotten rather indignant. He had a feeling she preferred to compare herself to Breyer.
"Yeah, you heard me right," Puck said with a nod.
Talking to Celeste had become commonplace for him, and really, the little pony had quite a bit of personality. Sure, she couldn't talk out loud, but she always had some sort of response to the things he was saying. At first when they'd started traveling, he'd been worried about how she'd adapt to her new size, but she seemed to have taken to it easily. It probably helped that she had her own private traveling compartment, didn't have to walk anywhere, and could easily eat her fill considering that a small pinch of oats were enough to sate her hunger for hours.
She gave another whicker-squeak, looking up at him with liquid brown eyes that begged for attention. He frowned slightly. "What?"
She craned her neck, her attention on something within her line of sight and near his hand.
He looked over, and sighed. "You know what, Sabrina is going to say that I'm spoiling you," he said, reaching for the sugar cup that Celeste had laid her eyes on. She'd quickly learned to identify the small white crystals, which were much different from the cubes she was used to getting – although occasionally she mixed sugar up with salt. He grinned as he remembered the one time she'd stuck her head in an open salt shaker. He'd never seen a horse back up and recoil so fast. Of course he'd burst out laughing, but the look she'd given him had actually made him feel sorry for her. Since then, she never tried to get sugar for herself. She always insisted he get it.
After retrieving a few crystals of sugar from the container and letting Celeste nibble them from his fingertip, Puck leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. The warm breeze wafted through the outdoor area of the café. Though it was already November, Florida seemed to have complete disregard for what someone would consider to be normal weather patterns. Where everyone up in New York had been bundled up in parkas and preparing for winter, there were still people walking around in shorts and tank tops further down south. Having lived up in the northern climates for the last several years, he'd been pretty amazed to discover just how different the weather was in other parts of the world.
And he'd been all over the place. In the last few months he'd traveled from continent to continent in search of Sabrina. Sometimes he'd arrived in one place and had just known, instinctively, that she couldn't possibly be there. Other times he'd have the odd feeling that maybe, just maybe, she was somewhere nearby. That he'd find her if only he looked long enough and far enough.
Those were the moments when he'd stop and look at the bracelet around his wrist, and try. Always there was be a flicker, some sort of hint that the bracelet was trying to work, that the silk was beginning to form…but always, always it fizzled out.
Still, that one brief flicker was always just enough for him to hope that maybe, perhaps, the next time he tried would work. It wasn't necessarily logical, but whoever claimed that love was? When you were in love, you'd do whatever you had to do to be with the other person. Even if it meant spending the next several years of your life going from place to place in search of her, without the faintest idea where she might be.
Hey, what was a few dozen years? He was immortal, after all. No biggie.
He'd search for however long it took.
The arrival of his food interrupted his thoughts, and he sat up straight as the waitress set his bowl down in front of him. A small cup of dried oatmeal flakes was placed next to the bowl, and he quickly glanced at the traveling case to make sure that Celeste had pulled her head back in. She had – such a good pony.
"Thanks," Puck said with a grin to the waitress – she'd also brought him a soda, and he hadn't even asked for it. He made a mental note to leave a decent tip for her, and once she'd left the table he settled down to the important task of shoveling food into his mouth. Which, given that he'd ordered soup, was an interesting feat.
Celeste stuck her head out of the doorway again, giving Puck a look of indignation.
"What?"
She stamped her hoof on the bottom of her case and looked at the small cup next to his bowl pointedly.
Oh. Right. Oats.
"Why didn't you just say so?" Puck picked up a few of the flakes and moved them closer to Celeste. Delicately she took them between her teeth and pulled them back into her case, dropping them into her makeshift feeding trough. He repeated this to get her the rest of the flakes, and then she set to the serious business of munching in contentment.
Spoiled pony.
A flicker of emotion graced his eyes as his thoughts drifted back to yet another memory of Sabrina. They did that sometimes – the memories just came without warning as he encountered something or someone who reminded him of her. He couldn't remember exactly when this particular memory had taken place – during one of the lulls before another emergency, probably.
The two of them had been hanging out in his room – not up in the tree house like they often did, but down below in the field. And of course, being in the field had prompted a certain attention-hungry horse to come over and join them.
They'd brought some food in with them, treating themselves to lunch in the form of a picnic – yes, in his room – and Celeste couldn't help but investigating the strange human food that she wasn't used to. Although Puck had strived to bring as much junk food as he could get his hands on, somehow an orange had made its way into the bunch, and Celeste had decided that she needed to try one. By taking it right out of Sabrina's hand.
And Sabrina hadn't done anything but laugh, watching as Celeste tilted her head back and bit down, her teeth squeezing the fruit until all of the juice had worked its way out. She couldn't actually break the tough skin, but she could get as much orange juice as she desired.
"You realize you seriously spoil this horse, don't you?" he asked Sabrina.
Her response had been to just laugh – and that was what he remembered most about that memory. Her laughter. It wasn't something that he heard very often, not pure laughter. He wanted to hear more of it. He wanted to hear her laugh, and for it to be true, happy laughter with none of the darkness weighing down on her. He didn't want her to worry about her friends, her family, or her life anymore. He just wanted her to be…happy.
A soft whicker from Celeste again brought him out of his thoughts, and he blinked as he realized that he'd just been sitting there daydreaming. His bowl was empty, what little bit of chowder that remained growing cold, and the café was beginning to fill up with people. "Guess that's our cue to go, girl," he said. He rose from his seat and flipped shut the small door on the case, pulling the strap over his head and shoulder that it rested comfortably on his hip. Then he tossed a few bills onto the table to cover the tip, and headed for the register and the door.
Break time was over. It was time to get back to his quest – he had a flight to catch.
Wherever she was, Sabrina was waiting.
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"I wonder what I'm missing."
Sabrina glanced to her hand again, then looked back up at Peter. "You seem to have an opinion about everything. So… any idea why I feel this way?"
"I feel like all you do is talk about yourself," Peter sighed dramatically, shifting his sleeping son in his lap. When she scowled at him with tangible annoyance, he grinned. "Okay okay. I'm kidding. In the weeks you've been here, you've babysat and entertained my kid enough that I have to be nice. Who knows what you're missing? Your entire memory is gone."
Sabrina grumbled. "It just seems like I should know already. I'm sure all I need is a reminder and I'll be able to kick the amnesia out."
"Well, no matter what happens, you can always…" Peter paused, studying her expression. She'd drifted into her own little world briefly—almost instantly. "Sabrina?"
He blinked a few times, waving his hand into her face—literally. That seemed to snap her out of it, and she looked at him with a bewildered expression. "Huh?"
"Space case," Peter sighed. "Anyway, you'll be fine. Just relax and don't stress it."
"I guess," Sabrina murmured. "Sometimes, I feel like someone's looking for me. I wish they'd hurry up and find me."
"You're so gloomy. I'm sure someone's looking for ya, Sabrina. And don't worry—I have a feeling you're their top priority."
"Why would you say that?" Sabrina asked, glancing to him again.
"Well," Peter looked to her seriously for the first time. "You're a good kid. You're pretty, thoughtful, sweet, kinda stubborn, but very loving. You don't even know my son and you show him kindness, even when you're ticked off or annoyed. You might seem a bit shallow at times, but you have a good heart. You're sincere—I'd even say pure of heart. You look like someone who can love freely and openly, even if it takes you a while to get that comfortable. Whoever's lucky enough to have your love won't let it go that easily. That's why I say you're their top priority. Otherwise, whoever you left behind is an idiot."
Sabrina felt her cheeks flushing at his words, and she glanced to her lap. "I… don't know if anyone else has ever said anything that nice to me. I think I'm just a teenager. But part of me also thinks that if I am in love, I knew it a long time ago, and it's the real deal."
"See, when you say stuff like that, it makes me even more confident. And trust me, I'm usually always confident."
Sabrina looked up again. "Thanks, Peter. It really means a lot to me that you don't think I'm insane for feeling that way."
"Pfft. Sanity is overrated anyway. Hang in there, Sabrina," Peter gave her a charming smile.
"I… really needed to hear this. Peter, I want you to know-"
"I know," Peter held up his hand. "But please don't say it. It can never be. I love my wife."
"…I'm going to kill you now. I'm not quite sure when I'm going to stop," Sabrina growled with a twitch.
Peter gave a jovial laugh, before getting up and cradling Tiger in his arms. "You won't hurt me when I'm carrying my darling Tiger."
"You'll put him down at some point," Sabrina warned. "And you'd better make sure there aren't any weapons in range when that happens."
He smiled cheerfully and darted from the room, leaving her alone to scowl at the spot he'd once been standing in.
"Ugh," Sabrina flopped back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. "I sure hope I can get my memory back so easily… Like just seeing someone or something will make it all come back."
She closed her eyes and curled up with her single wing. It wasn't that she didn't like life with Peter and his family. Their quaint little home and happy family life made her feel accepted and comfortable. The forest outside their house set her at ease—something about the smell of pine and dirt made her more comfortable than anything else. And it helped that Peter was a great companion, Wendy was a total sweetheart, and Tiger was a loving little boy that always seemed happy. It was a perfect family picture…
Except that somewhere, she had a family that might have painted the exact same picture. Without her. And as much as she would have loved to stay content without her memories, a part of her ached. She knew in that moment that she wanted to remember no matter what. That even if horrible things had happened to her in the past, she wasn't complete without her memories. They were pieces of her life—good, bad, it didn't matter. They were hers. And if even if all she had in her past was tragedy, she would be a coward to hide behind ignorance.
She refused to try and fly with her single wing anymore. But it wasn't just that it wasn't practical. It was that she didn't believe she could gain flight when she was missing so much of herself... Just like her wing missed a partner, her heart was lonely, hollow, and unable to fly.
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"Feet. Death." Puck let out a groan as he lowered himself onto a bench. Once again the hindrance of not being able to use his wings was rearing its ugly head, and his feet felt like they were about to fall off from all of the walking he'd done.
He pushed his hand through his hair and let out a sigh. He'd been in London for almost three days with no sign of Sabrina. Granted, London was a huge city. He could easily spend another three days there looking for her, and still not cover most of it.
He looked down at his wrist, at the bracelet still neatly tied into place, and ran his finger over it. He'd tried again that morning to use it - and again, there had been no success. No matter how many times the attempt failed, though, he couldn't bring himself to not try. In every place he went to, he tested the bracelet.
"End of the week," he murmured, not caring if anyone heard him and thought him nuts. He'd wait until the end of the week and search as much of London as he could before deciding on another destination.
From the corner of his eye, Peter caught sight of the young fairy relaxing on a park bench. It was crowded in the area, but not many people stopped to pay attention. Peter himself almost hadn't recognized the boy. 'Is it really?' He grinned, then immediately put on the face of a concerned stranger. 'If he recognizes me, I'll eat my hat.'Almost automatically, he reached up and felt his silky hair. 'Oh yeah. I don't wear that thing anymore. Well, I'll find something weird to eat if that's the case.'Putting his hand back to his side, he approached Puck. "You don't look like you're from around here."
Puck looked up, and managed a wry grin. "That obvious?" he asked the unfamiliar man. Though he'd been born in Europe, it'd been so many centuries since he'd last been there that it really didn't count anymore. He didn't even carry an accent.
Peter grinned right back. He didn't have an accent either. "So are you staying in town or just traveling through?"
"Traveling," Puck replied. He eyed the man with a touch of suspicion - why was there something rather familiar about him? No one in Europe should have felt familiar given how long he'd been gone.
"You're not staying in one of the hotels around here, are you?" Peter made a face. "Totally overpriced. Especially for a kid like you."
"...." Puck stared at Peter for a silent moment. "Just so you know," he said finally, "I'm straight. And not interested. At all."
"Impossible. I'm gorgeous. I'm not hitting on you though," Peter shrugged it off. "I have a wife."
"And is she aware that you have a very large ego?" Puck asked, raising an eyebrow at Peter. "Anyway, to answer your question - since you say you aren't hitting on me, which I'm still not sure I believe, yeah I'm staying in a hotel. I'm making my dad pay for it, though."
"Aware and loving it, to answer your question," Peter said simply. "You should come meet my wife."
"Why?" Puck stared at him, unable to fathom why he should really go anywhere with this guy. He still felt familiar...and now he was also bordering on annoying. There was just something that aggravated Puck about him. "Who are you?"
"Well, suit yourself," Peter shrugged. "I'm going home to have dinner. My wife cooks delicious food." He knew for a fact that Puck had a huge appetite, and the room service couldn't have been enough.
"....How delicious?"
Peter chuckled. "Words fail me. But that's okay, have fun and enjoy your stay here, kid."
He turned and walked away.
"Wait!" Puck was on his feet in an instant, darting in front of Peter and into his path to keep him from walking off. His blond hair fell into his eyes a little. "You know...maybe lunch wouldn't hurt."
Peter raised an eyebrow. "Are they starving you or something?"
Puck scowled at him. "No, I'm saying I want to try your wife's food."
"Weird. Oh well, you may as well then," Peter shrugged. "I'll let her know you're not love-struck and following me around," he winked, as if not convinced.
Puck's scowl deepened. "Has anyone told you that you're extremely annoying?"
"On a daily basis. In fact, my newest houseguest tells me about three times daily," Peter said thoughtfully.
"He must have really good taste," Puck muttered. "Well, go on then, lead the way."
"She," Peter corrected. "And she thinks I'm hot."
Puck looked at Peter and smirked. "Yeah, well, she hasn't met me yet," he said cockily.
Peter snorted. "You're just as annoying, kid. Trust me."
Puck chuckled. "Some people call me that, yes, and I do my best not to disappoint them," he said. "But no way am I as annoying as you."
"Sure. We'll have to ask the girls for their opinion," Peter chuckled. "I hope you don't mind I drive fast."
"Pfft." Puck looked at him. "What do you take me for, a wimp?"
Peter merely chuckled in response, going to the shiny sports car in the nearby parking lot and opening the passenger door for him. "Make sure you buckle up anyway."
His response was a roll of the eyes as Puck slid into the seat. He thought about not buckling up just on general principle, but decided that that would just be plain stupid. Mischievous was fine, stupid was not. So he buckled up.
When Peter got in on the other side, he glanced over at the younger boy. "So what's the deal with you actually coming along? Didn't anyone ever tell you not to go with strangers? Or are you just confident that if I turned out to be a murderer, you could get away?"
"Pretty confident," Puck said with a smirk. After all, wings were very useful when you were dealing with someone who couldn't fly. And it wasn't like he was a slouch in self-defense thanks to Relda's training.
"Just between you and me," Peter said, starting up the car. "I think I could beat you, Puck."
He accelerated immediately, grinning.
Puck jumped, almost forgetting that he was buckled into the seat. He stared at Peter. "How the hell do you know my name?" he demanded.
Peter's only response was to laugh and drive over the speed limit for his secluded home.
Crap. That was the only word that was running through Puck's head as the car sped along - and he noticed they seemed to be getting further and further from civilization. He gripped the door handle to the car.
"Oh relax," Peter said after a while, slowing the car. "Of the long list of people who actually want to kill you, I'm not on it."
"Then you better start explaining exactly who you are," Puck replied. "Right now."
"It's me, Puck. Peter!" He turned and gave the biggest "Gotcha!" look he could manage, hoping that alone would make Puck realize just exactly who he was.
Puck stared at him.
"...Let me out of the car. Right now." He grasped the door handle, but found it locked of course. "Oh, god, I'm stuck in a car with Peter Pan!"
"If you want, I'll stop the car and let you out," Peter offered, smirking the entire time as he looked back to the road. "But I'm confident you want to come see my house."
"Why? You want to show off your wife to me? Are you really even married? What woman would put up with you?" Puck fired off the questions in rapid succession. "You do really I never wanted to see you again in my entire life? And what the hell are you doing being an adult?"
"Yes, yes, Wendy, right back at ya, hard to get married when you're stuck as a kid. What about you? You look older," Peter challenged.
Puck scowled. "There were benefits to being older. Jeez, you really got married? Next you're going to tell me you have a friggin kid."
"His name's Tiger," Peter said with a wide grin. "And he's adorable. Gets it from me."
"Dear lord," came the muttered reply. "You bred. One of you is bad enough." Puck glared at Peter. "You're the reason nobody knows me, you know. They see me, they see my wings, they think I'm you."
"Which is funny, because I was never a fan of those girly pink wings," Peter sighed in a wistful voice.
"They are not girly!" Puck exclaimed. "They're just...pink. That's all. Not my fault. I was born that way."
"Green wings are cooler," Peter continued.
Puck scowled, opening his mouth to retort.
Then he snapped his mouth shut and frowned. "Green wings?"
"Puck, do you really think I'd go out of my way to bring you to my house if I didn't have a good reason?" Peter chuckled.
"I haven't discounted the idea that you might be doing it just to annoy me," Puck replied, but there was less antagonism in his tone now.
Peter snorted. "World doesn't revolve around you, Pucky boy. Although you sound a lot like my houseguest. She thinks I do things just to be annoying too."
"Who is this houseguest that you keep randomly mentioning?" Puck demanded. He half-expected to receive no answer.
"Who knows? She has amnesia," Peter chuckled.
"Amnesia," Puck repeated. He stared at Peter. "She wouldn't happen to be connected to those green wings you mentioned, would she?"
"Only one wing," Peter said. "Sorry. I'll take you back to your hotel now," he grinned, having no intention of turning the car around
"Don't you dare!" Puck's eyes had gone wide, and he looked for a moment like if Peter tried to turn the car around, he was going to jump into his lap and wrestle the wheel away from him.
"My god, you're gullible!" Peter laughed. "What's got you all high strung? Extra caffeine in your tea this morning?"
"I hate tea," Puck replied promptly. "I want to see your houseguest."
"Maybe I should say no? Besides, how do I know you even know her?" Peter teased.
"Don't be coy, you wouldn't have brought me all this way if you didn't think I knew her," Puck retorted.
"Just between us guys, I think this Sabrina person has a thing for me. Don't be disappointed if you totally get dumped," Peter said, confirming Puck's guess and smirking.
Puck's eyes slowly went wide at the confirmation.
Then they narrowed. "You're married. Don't even think about it. She's mine!"
"I've told her this, too! She just doesn't listen," Peter sighed dramatically. "I can't help it if they all love me."
"Get over yourself," Puck advised him. "You'll be much happier in the end. Is she all right?"
"Would you consider intangible to be all right, or not right?" Peter asked.
"Intangible?" Puck repeated, almost dumbly.
"We've told our son she's haunting us. Like Casper. Casper the friendly ghost. 'Cept she can still touch objects, just not people. My son likes to jump through her for entertainment. She likes to mess with my stuff when she finds me annoying... Hid my cereal yesterday," Peter replied with a scowl. "She's too smart for her own good."
"My girlfriend is...a ghost?" Puck looked like he was having difficulty understanding this concept.
"Ish?" Peter shrugged. "Something like that. I contemplated not telling you, so if you tried to have a teary-hugging reunion, you'd run into a wall or hit the floor... But that might make my wife mad."
"Good, Wendy's still sane," Puck replied. He looked out the window. "Where are we? How long? Does she really have amnesia again?"
"So she HAS had it more than once? I made a bet with myself. Anyway yep. Amnesia. She knows her name though," Peter said. "And she knew my fairytale. Suck on that, fairyboy."
Puck made a rather discrete obscene gesture in Peter's direction. "She'll know me," he said confidently. "When she sees me, she'll know me. She might not remember my name right away, or our history, but she'll know me no matter what."
"You seem pretty confident," Peter commented. "Are you so sure? Really?"
Puck nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the road as they drove. "Yeah," he said, "I am. There'll be a part of her that knows me."
"It's funny you used that phrase. She'll know you no matter what."
Puck glanced at him. "Why is that funny?"
"Any time she hears or uses those words, she gets a far off look in her eyes and gets distracted. I usually see how close I can get my face or an animal before she notices."
"Heh." Puck smiled slightly. "We made a promise a long time ago. We've never broken it."
"Honestly if I didn't think you had a shot, I wouldn't have brought you here," Peter said, pulling into the driveway. The house was surrounded by grassy fields and a forest, with only one path in to drive on.
Puck pushed open the door the moment that the car had stopped and it was unlocked. He got out, staring up at the house. "This is where you live?"
"Nope, this is Tinkerbell's house. We just crash here while she's in Vegas," Peter retorted sarcastically.
"For all I know, Pan, you could be serious." Puck smirked at him. "Where is she?"
"Oh, the name's Darling now," Peter smirked right back. "And probably inside, pining over me."
He picked up the grocery bag he'd put in the trunk a while back, then headed for the front door and opened it.
"More like she's probably figuring out how to break your face if you screw with her," Puck commented as he followed behind Peter.
Peter rolled his eyes, heading to the living room and pausing in the doorway. Sabrina had her back to them, perplexed and watching while Tiger jumped back and forth through her, couch to couch. Each time, he would shout "Wheee! Catch me!" or something similar, knowing she couldn't.
"...Is he really enjoying this?" Sabrina asked, watching him land on the next cushion.
"Wheee!" Tiger cried again, bouncing onto the cushion. He promptly spun himself around and crouched down like a baby tiger - quite fitting - and leapt through her again. "More! More!"
Puck walked up behind Peter and stopped short. His eyes weren't drawn to the exuberant little boy playing on the cushions, but rather to the girl that the boy was jumping through.
His breath caught in his throat, and he found that he couldn't speak. It didn't matter that she was somewhat see through, he recognized her hair and voice immediately.
"Tiger, really..." Sabrina paused. She couldn't explain the feeling that shot through her, or really what that feeling was. But it felt... safe. It felt like everything was going to be okay, and she had nothing to worry about anymore.
Instinctively, she slowly turned to look behind her, breath catching a little at the sight of the blonde boy beside Peter. Blue eyes widened a little, single wing fluttering a bit.
Tiger landed on the next cushion and stopped bouncing when he realized that Sabrina wasn't looking at him anymore. Puck stared at her. He didn't seem able to blink, unable to take his eyes off of her. Unable to move. It took a lot of willpower for him to will himself to speak.
"Sa...brina?" he whispered.
"..." Sabrina touched her bracelet under the green hoodie she wore. "...You're..." a look of confusion crossed her features.
Puck swallowed hard, and took a step forward - and all at once felt a heaviness inside of his pants pocket. He paused and looked down at his hip, reaching in to retrieve the small object that he'd kept there, safe and secure, throughout all of his travels.
He pulled out Sabrina's ring, and he could feel the weight of it in his hand.
Sabrina's eyes were drawn to it immediately, her feet moving to take her towards him. "What..." She didn't know what else to say. But somehow, this boy knew her--and she felt like she knew him.
"It really is you," Puck said, his throat tight as he looked at her. There was a compulsion deep within him, pushing at him to give the ring back to its proper owner.
He took a deep breath. "Hold out your hand," he said softly.
She didn't even think about which hand he meant. Her left hand came up, palm facing downward. "...Puck?" she whispered, mind supplying the name she had been struggling to remember.
"Yes," Puck replied, meeting her eyes. "It's me, Sabrina." Though he didn't think she'd know yet what he meant by 'me', he lifted up the ring and gently slipped it onto her left hand. Right in the spot where it belonged.
As the ring settled onto her finger, Sabrina felt a surge of magic that drew a gasp from her, rocking her body. She became solid, second wing flaring free behind her to join the first while the green hoodie melted, clothes changing into the last ones she'd worn before vanishing. It was so jarring that she could only stand there, gaping at Puck when it finished, her solid hand hovering over his. It was that moment she had hoped and longed for. The moment where one simple thing could jolt her memory back and remind her who she really was. At the ring settling so perfectly on her finger, Puck's eyes, and the words echoing in her mind of the promise they'd made… It was perfect.
Puck wrapped his hand around hers, his grip tight as he stared into her eyes.
Then he tugged her forward, pulling her into his arms and clasping them around her so that she was pressed tightly against his chest.
Tiger stood on his cushion and stared at Sabrina and Puck with wide eyes. Then he looked at Peter in confusion.
Sabrina threw her arms around Puck in the same moment, gasping and holding onto him tightly. "Puck! It-you-we-the-....!" her words came out in a garbled mess of emotion, until one thing pushed to the front of her mind.
She yanked away from Puck, staring at Peter. "You knew! You knew who I was this whole time! You--You incredible ass!" She shrieked.
Peter grinned wickedly. "I do have an incredible ass," he agreed, turning his head and craning over his shoulder to appreciate the aforementioned area.
"And you have an incredible ego, too," came Wendy's voice as she walked into the room and gave Peter a playful swat on the shoulder.
"Mine's better," Puck said immediately, looking at Sabrina for confirmation. His hands went to rest on her hips, not liking have her out of reach.
Sabrina's cheeks turned red, and she gave an exasperated huff, before turning back to Puck and hugging him tightly. "Holy crap," she whispered. That about summed up how she felt.
"I can't believe it's really you," Puck murmured, his focus going onto her now. "I've searched all over the place... and you're here."
"Searched?" Sabrina whispered. "But I've only been here like a month, right?"
"Yeah, but you were sleeping in a forest when we found you. Who knows how long you were there?" Peter pointed out, kissing Wendy briefly and heading to the couch to collect Tiger.
Tiger lifted up his arms for 'up', wanting a hug from his daddy.
"You've been gone for four months," Puck said quietly, pressing his lips against her temple.
Sabrina closed her eyes tightly. "Four months?" she whispered in distress. "Puck, what happened to me? The book--and Mirror--what happened?"
Puck took a deep breath. "You saved everyone," he said seriously. "Kerdy's alive, and the barrier's changed. Ferryport Landing's back to the way it was. Mirror's...who knows where he is, but he won't be a problem anymore."
Sabrina swallowed. Kerdy... His name reminded her that she had a sister, and a brother, and a family that was probably worried sick. "Puck, how is my family doing?"
"Missing you," Puck replied, "but hanging in there. They know I've been looking for you. They moved back to New York - Long Island. So did Kerdy, actually, so that he could be near Daphne."
"What about Granny? And Mr. Canis, and Red?" Sabrina pulled back just enough to look up at him.
"The old man and Red are off on a tour of all the places they never got to see," Puck replied. "Your grandmother stuck around Ferryport Landing - I send her postcards. So does Celeste."
"Ce...leste sends her postcards?" she echoed.
"Well, okay, I write them and she just puts her hoof print on them," Puck confessed.
He let go of Sabrina with one hand and reached down to the small case he wore. He held it up, and flicked open a small window/door in the side.
Celeste's head poked out, and she gave an excited whinny at the sight of Sabrina.
"What the crap?" Sabrina yelped, jumping at the sight of her bite-sized pony.
Celeste's ears pricked forward, and she tilted her head slightly.
"My dear mother," Puck said, "shrank her. Easiest way to bring her along."
"Holy..." Sabrina reached into the carrier and picked Celeste up. "Poor girl... She's been alone with you this whole time?" Her words were teasing, but her tone was soft and emotional.
Celeste immediately stretched her neck so that she could nuzzle Sabrina's cheek, her tail flicking back and floor happily.
"I took care of her," Puck said. "I gave her oats."
"I know you took care of her," Sabrina murmured, looking up at him again. She felt tears sting her eyes, and she quickly turned her face away to try and hide it.
Puck grinned, suspecting why she had turned away, and not calling attention to it. He leaned down and kissed her cheek gently. "I'm so glad I found you," he murmured in a moment of tenderness.
Then he scowled a little. "But of all the places to end up - Peter Pan's house?"
Sabrina scowled at him, cheeks still burning. "Oh, like it was intentional! Aside from thinking I wanted to jump him, he's been very nice about my living here!" A comical look crossed Sabrina's face, and she couldn't help but start laughing tearfully.
Puck's eyes widened as she started to laugh. "Sabrina?" he asked. "You okay?" He put his hands on her shoulders. "Sabrina...?"
"No wonder I did kinda find his attitude appealing... You're both so freaking full of yourselves!"
Sabrina moved to hug him again, being careful of Celeste.
"Told you she wanted me," Peter chirped.
This time when Sabrina hugged him, Puck cupped her cheek and lowered his head to kiss her. He hadn't done it yet, and he needed to.
Tiger's mouth opened in a small o. "Daddy, look," he said. "They're doing what you and Mommy do before you want to give me a brother or sister!"
Wendy immediately twitched, staring at her son.
"That's exactly right, Tiger," Peter said, soothing Wendy with a kiss to her cheek while he cuddled his son. "But remember what daddy told you about having to love someone before you did that kind of thing? Sabrina loves that little fairy boy."
Sabrina ignored them, kissing Puck back and trying to hold back her tears.
Wendy's expression softened again, her eyes gentle when she heard Peter's words.
Tiger looked at Sabrina and Puck again for a moment. Then he looked back at his father. "Miss Sabrina isn't going to wait for me to get bigger is she?" he asked with the innocence of a child.
"Why Tiger darling," Peter said. "Do you have a crush on Miss Sabrina?"
Tiger looked a little shy. "Maaaaaybe."
"Aw," Peter nuzzled him. "Sorry kiddo. She's already in love."
"Don't worry, Tiger," Wendy said. "When you get older, you'll find someone for you, too."
Tiger snuggled against Peter and smiled. "Okay, Mommy."
"You two gonna break it up any time soon?" Peter asked, watching Puck and Sabrina kiss.
Sabrina broke the kiss. "Give me a break, this is my tearful reunion," she snapped, sounding emotional still.
Puck looked at Peter and smirked. "You could always go into a different room," he said, his arm around Sabrina's waist.
"This is my house," Peter said indignantly. "And my son is watching."
"Time for that later," Sabrina mumbled. "God, Puck... I remember everything."
He looked at her, and his expression sobered. "Are you all right?" he asked. He knew very well what 'everything' entailed. All of the good...and all of the bad.
Sabrina looked up at Puck again, moving Celeste to her chest so she could tuck her there safely. "I'll be okay. It's just really disorienting..."
She took a deep breath. "I'm glad I remember."
"Really?" Puck touched her cheek, brushing a few strands out of her face. "Even remembering the bad?"
"Dork," she whispered, looking up at him. "It's not like I'd trade all the memories just to avoid the crappy ones. Besides, you're stuck with me no matter what. Get used to it."
Puck grinned. "Well, it works both ways, so I don't mind," he replied. He kissed her forehead lightly. "No matter what."
"Sit down and let's have lunch," Peter said, breaking through Sabrina's swooning. "Then we'll discuss how you two are getting home. Three, sorry," he grinned at Celeste.
Celeste gave him an indignant look that clearly said she expected oats.
"Oh, that's right - lunch is ready," Wendy said, remembering that that was what she had come into the room to say in the first place. She smiled at Sabrina and Puck.
"Wendy, thank you so much for letting me stay here," Sabrina said in a rushed breath. "I would have gone crazy...er if I hadn't had any help."
Wendy looked at Sabrina gently, and smiled. "There's no need to thank us," she said. "It was my pleasure, Sabrina - you've been delightful to have with us."
"Hey Sabrina--hand your horse back to Puck," Peter said.
Confused, Sabrina obliged without hesitation. It was a good thing, too, because a moment later, Peter tossed Tiger at her.
"ACK!" Sabrina caught the little boy and stumbled, wings fluttering behind her wildly.
Tiger threw his arms around Sabrina's arms and immediately snuggled at her.
Then his eyes widened and he let out an amazed gasp. "Miss Sabrina, I don't go through you!"
"...Too cute," Sabrina sighed, smiling down at him. "Nah. I wasn't always so... go-through-able, Tiger."
Tiger beamed up at her, and then leaned up to kiss her cheek. "Yay!" he said. "I can do that now, Miss Sabrina. I can cuddle and kiss!"
Sabrina smiled again, feeling a light pang in her chest. How was Cory doing? Was he just as adorable and affectionate? Did he remember or miss her?
Puck smiled at Sabrina. "Cory'll be thrilled to see you," he said. "Every time I stop by he asks when you'll be home."
"Really?" Sabrina looked at him, eyes filled with emotion. "You stop by to check on them?"
Puck nodded. "Whenever I'm in the area," he said. "And I call and send them postcards, too."
"How's Daphne doing? And mom and dad?" Sabrina hugged Tiger a bit tighter.
"They're doing all right, for the most part," Puck replied. "They've settled into Long Island and the New York scene. But they definitely miss you. Daphne'd be worse off if Kerdy hadn't moved to New York, too."
Peter ushered the group into the kitchen, and Sabrina didn't put up any resistance.
"How'd Kerdy manage to move to New York from Ferryport Landing?" Sabrina asked in confusion.
"His older brother got an apartment," Puck said, "and he moved in with him."
"Forse?" Sabrina guessed. "Did his parents stay in Ferryport Landing?"
Puck nodded. "Yeah, they did," he said. "And his other brothers, the twins are off on a world tour of their own."
"I bet the Charmings ditched too," Sabrina murmured. "I'm glad the barrier worked the way it's supposed to."
"A lot of Everafters ditched...and yeah, the ones who had ill intentions opted to lose their Everafter status," Puck said. "That barrier was a stroke of genius."
"Thanks," Sabrina grinned at him and set Tiger down in his high chair. "I was stressed out, so I'm glad I managed to get my thoughts together at the end there."
"It's the talk of the Everafter community," Wendy said, looking at her with a smile. "Setting it up that way really was a wonderful solution."
"Peter, if you knew who I was, why didn't you tell my family?" Sabrina murmured. "They were probably really really worried."
"Well, for one thing I didn't know how to get in touch with them," Peter pointed out. "For another thing, why should I help Puck out, when you both know he had to be the one to find you?"
Sabrina shut her mouth. Puck looked at Peter, and scowled. "You know," he said, "I really hate the fact that now I have to be grateful to you for helping her."
"Isn't it awesome? You can start by building a shrine to me back at your place in your room. Of course I expect you to concede the title of 'coolest flying boy' and give it to me..." Peter trailed off thoughtfully.
"Not on your life," Puck replied. "Just because you've had several movies and books done up about you doesn't mean you're cooler."
"Worth a shot," Peter said, chuckling. "Anyway I was thinking you should teach her to fly before you take her home."
"I can fly," Sabrina said defensively.
Puck looked at her in amusement. "You can?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"...Shut up," Sabrina muttered, looking to the table. Her wings fluttered just as defensively.
Puck reached over and grasped her hand. "We'll do some practice runs together," he said with a grin.
She puffed her cheeks at him, then sighed and took his hand. "Okay. But if you drop me, I'm going to kill you. And that would suck... After all, we just found each other again."
Puck nodded, and then tugged her closer so that he could surprise her with a quick kiss. "Don't worry," he said. "I won't drop you."
Sabrina found herself speechless at the kiss, emotion flooding her again. It wasn't like she'd missed these moments. She hadn't been able to remember them. But now that she could remember it, the time she'd spent without it seemed almost agonizing.
She looked back to the table. "We can always figure it out in New York. I want to see my family."
"Well, it shouldn't be hard to get plane tickets back," Puck replied. "I just have to call my dad and have him wire us some money."
"You're on speaking terms with your dad again?" Sabrina asked in surprise.
"Enough so that he was willing to loan me money so that I could look for you," he said.
"This means he approves of our relationship?" Sabrina murmured, reaching out to pet Celeste. She had been placed on the table.
Puck paused, and then nodded with a grin. "Yeah," he said. "Honestly, he's got no reason to complain. You succeeded in getting me to do something he never could - grow up."
"Slowpoke," Peter sang, wrapping an arm around Wendy.
Wendy leaned over and kissed Peter's cheek. "Now, dear," she murmured, "it's not Puck's fault that I was born several decades before Sabrina and he had to wait longer than you."
"True, I suppose," Peter relented. "Let's just have a good lunch, and get the lovebirds on a plane back to America."
"...Where are we?" Sabrina asked, looking up.
"England. Where did you think?" Peter asked cheerfully.
Sabrina stared blankly.
Puck stared at Peter. "You mean that she's been here a month and you never even told her where you lived?" he asked.
Tiger looked confused. "Daddy, Mommy?" he asked. "We live at home, right? That's where we live!"
"Yep! We live at home," Peter chirped. "That's all I said to her."
"Jeez!" Sabrina paled. "England? I don't think I have a passport. How am I going to get home!"
Wendy bit her lip. "I hadn't thought of that..."
"I'll call home and see if we can come up with something," Puck said. "I wouldn't be surprised if some Everafters work at the airport."
"You could just fly to the nearest American airport," Peter teased. "Or I could charm the ladies working here into letting you go without a passport."
"I'd say we could fly, except that even we can't fly across an entire ocean without needing a break," Puck said.
"Not to mention how much it would suck to have to try and fly that distance," Sabrina murmured with a shudder.
Puck nodded. "I think the best bet is to figure out a way to get Sabrina onto a plane without worrying about a passport, then," he said, looking at Peter and Wendy.
"Tell me how awesome I am, and I'll consider it," Peter chuckled.
Puck rolled his eyes. "Really?" he asked. "That's really all it'll take? Me telling you you're awesome?"
"It has to be believable," Peter pointed out.
Puck stared at him, and from the look on his face it appeared that he had a bad taste in his mouth.
Then he took a deep breath, and in the most sincere tone that he could manage to pull together, said, "Peter, I think you're unbelievably awesome."
"Pfft. Told you I could get him to do it," Peter chuckled, tousling Tiger's hair. "What a weird kid."
Tiger giggled. "He's right, Daddy, you're the awesomest."
Puck twitched at being called weird. "So what exactly are you going to do?" he asked.
"I have friends who work at the airlines," Peter said. "As long as you have the money, it won't be a problem."
"...And I've had to live with him for a month, Puck. Just remember that," Sabrina muttered.
"I have nothing but complete and utter sympathy for you," Puck muttered back to Sabrina.
"Finish eating and go have some fun, reunite, keep it clean," Peter told them. "I'll go talk to my friends. Wendy, darling, will you watch our darling son?"
Sabrina rolled her eyes, leaning closer to Puck. "He has way too much fun making puns out of his last name."
Wendy shook her head at the puns, but she was smiling. "Yes, dear," she said, leaning in to give him a kiss.
Puck leaned in as well. "Have I mentioned that I'm glad you have a normal last name?" he murmured.
Sabrina's eyes darted to her ring briefly, and her cheeks flooded with color again. "..."
Puck grinned at her, and then stood up. "Why don't you show me around this place?" he asked her. "Since you've been here for a month."
"Sure," Sabrina murmured, reaching for his hand giving it a tight squeeze. "Peter, can you find some oats for Celeste?"
"Taken care of," Peter said, scooping the mini-horse up with flourish that probably scared the crap out of it.
Celeste's entire body went rigid, her legs splayed slightly and her eyes wide. She looked up at Peter with an obvious 'why did you do that to me?' look on her face.
"Whoops. Let's get this little lady some oats," Peter laughed nervously. He didn't want to intentionally traumatize a mini-horse, after all.
When Celeste was sure that Peter wasn't going to freak her out again, she relaxed and lowered her muzzle to his hand, snuffling it.
"By the way, I might have unintentionally spoiled her with the number of oats I was giving her," Puck admitted to Sabrina.
"That's fine," Sabrina finished the lunch she had been nibbling on. "Celeste deserves to be spoiled a bit."
Puck gave her hand another squeeze, and then lightly ran his thumb over her knuckles in a familiar gesture.
Since Wendy was busy making sure that Tiger actually ate his lunch and didn't hide it, and wasn't paying attention to them, Puck lowered his voice. "She's not the only one," he murmured in response.
Sabrina turned to look up at Puck, expression soft at his words and the gesture that always made her feel happy and safe. "Puck..." She leaned in close and brushed her lips to his, too choked up to speak.
Puck closed his eyes and gently returned the kiss. He could still hardly believe it - she was there, with him. He'd finally found her.
And silently he made a vow that he was never letting her go again.
By the time the kiss broke, Sabrina was out of breath, eyes shining with unshed tears. It wasn't until she heard Peter laugh at something from the kitchen that she realized they were alone. Had they really gotten so caught up in each other that they'd kissed through Tiger's lunch and Wendy taking him from the room?
She turned to look back at Puck sheepishly.
Puck grinned at her, his eyes shining. He tugged on her hand, drawing her a little closer. "So where to?" he asked. "Outside? Or stay inside?"
"Outside," Sabrina murmured. "I want to see if my wings work. I'm a fairy now, right? Your future self split his magic and took my addiction? I think that's what I remember. I didn't get all that info at the same time."
Puck nodded. "Yeah," he said. "That's what happened." He shook his head and grinned. "Of course, we had to find out the hard way, he couldn't just tell us."
"Yeah well, you love being infuriating," Sabrina joked, smiling again.
"Hey, what can I say?" he asked with a wide grin. "It's a living."
Once they got outside, Sabrina stretched. "Things are making so much more sense now," she sighed, shivering a little. "Is it... November now?"
Puck nodded. "Yeah," he said. He took a deep breath, breathing in the fresh air, and then wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "You're probably feeling a little disoriented."
"You have no idea," Sabrina murmured. "I missed chunks of my life. I guess it doesn't mean much since I'm not aging--or am I? either way... still disorienting."
"This is it," Puck said. "I officially declare this the end of the craziness. I refuse to let you out of my sight."
"Promise?" Sabrina looked at the ground. "I know it's a selfish thing for me to ask you to promise, but so much happened, and I just want to be done with the drama. I want us to just... I don't know, enjoy it from now on?"
"How is that selfish?" Puck asked, turning towards her. "You've been through enough drama for a dozen different people, Sabrina. And I'm going to make sure it doesn't happen anymore."
"Yeah but it's not like you had control over most of it," Sabrina joked softly, looking back up at him. "Not like I should blame you if you make impossible promises."
"Feh, impossible? This is me we're talking about. If anyone can do the impossible, I can." He flashed her a cocky, self-assured grin.
Sabrina brought her hand up to touch his cheek, fingers brushing gently. "I missed this grin. Even when I didn't remember anything, I knew I was missing you."
He turned his head slightly and brushed his lips against her fingertips. "I gotta admit, I wasn't grinning like this much while you were gone."
"You really missed me?" Sabrina asked in a soft voice, breath catching as she watched his lips touch her fingers.
"Of course I did," Puck murmured. "I love you, Sabrina. Without you around, I just don't feel like me."
"You got sweeter," she murmured back, leaning in to kiss him again. Her hand slid into his hair, tangling there.
Puck grinned, and sealed his mouth over hers in a firm kiss intended to leave her breathless. He'd missed this - he'd missed her, holding her, kissing her, being with her, just her.
"We can't just make out the whole time," Sabrina whispered against his lips, eyes closed and wings relaxed behind her. "We can do this on the plane."
"True," Puck murmured, "but sometimes it's so hard to resist." However, he did force himself to, and he pulled back. "Ready to test those wings?"
"You know I was bluffing and have no idea how to use them," Sabrina said, gulping a bit. "I really don't want to break anything. Namely me."
"Eh, don't worry about it," Puck said. "We'll take it one step at a time. It'll be like learning to ride a bike."
"I almost broke an arm learning to ride a bike," Sabrina griped. Then she sighed. "But I trust you, so help me out."
He nodded. "Okay, first thing you want to do is figure out how to balance yourself," he said. "Try extending your wings fully and see how that feels."
"Alright--wow those feel weird--let's do this."
About half an hour later, Sabrina was pulling back from another kiss, looking frustrated and adorable. "New rule. We don't try to teach me to fly until we're done reuniting." After one attempt had made her stumble, he'd caught her and they'd resumed making up for lost time. The short story was, she hadn't tried to use her wings at all once they'd started kissing.
Puck slid his hand down her back, stroking lightly along the base of one of her wings. "We do have a lot of lost time to make up for," he murmured mischievously.
Sabrina gasped, entire body tensing lightly at the sudden touch to the new spot on her back. It wasn't exactly new, but since growing the wings, no one had touched the base. She had about three seconds to remember how she used that spot against Puck sometimes before her posture melted to jelly and she cuddled him. "Y-yeah..."
He kissed the top of her head, then her temple, then lowered his head to nuzzle her ear. "Let's save the flying lessons for when we get back home," he murmured. "I'm much more interested in the reunion right now."
Sabrina looked at him and smiled, closing her eyes in elation. Flying lessons could wait. She was already soaring.
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A/N:
Sky: Sorry it's a bit short ; ; But we loved it. Was happy and cute and wonderful, and it's all gonna be fluffyfull from here! (Yes fluffyfull is not a word. Yet. Bwaha.)
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Fun facts with no #s:
There are Breyer VS My Little Pony pics on deviantart. LOL AYNS.
I have too much fun playing Peter Pan.
Flight is the name of one of my favorite songs from Xenogears.
Ayns is asleep.
We will be writing out a wedding and reception for this story, as well as an epilogue :3
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