Sabrina toyed with the candy wrapper in her pocket. It crinkled every time she moved. She was wearing her jeans from a few days before, the wrapper still in her pocket from after a wash, still crinkling despite the laundry detergent. As she pulled the jeans on this morning, she heard the little plastic piece stuck inside, felt its jagged edges through the fabric. She had dug it out, annoyed, but paused before throwing it in the trash, hit with the memory half way across the room.

Earlier in the week-she couldn't even pinpoint when now-Puck had been outside, on the edge of the yard, sitting under a tree just on this side of the forest. She had noticed him from the window in the kitchen, and again, 15 minutes later when he hadn't moved. Finally, curiosity got the best of her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, after debating whether or not to try to sneak up on him. That was usually a hopeless cause and he would probably hear her leave the house anyway, so she went for the direct approach and trudged across the unmowed grass.

"None of your business," he answered automatically, without putting in the effort to actually hide what it was he was doing. He was sitting, bent over a pile of candy, little round caramel colored pieces in translucent pink and orange wrappers. A building stood before him, round walls and towers made from stacks of the candy. Sabrina arched an eyebrow at it. She would have guessed it was held together by magic but she took a tentative step closer and didn't feel the tingle and ache she usually did.

Puck glared up at her when she moved forward, a clear warning in his eyes. She held up her hands, "Sorry," she said, taking a step back again. Instead, she crouched down to get a better look. The thing actually had windows, and doors. Puck's hands moved deftly, setting the little candies in a tighter spiral that seemed to balance perfectly. He hardly had to pause to set one in place before reaching for the next. In a few moments, the beginning of a conical roof began to form.

"What's the point in this?" Sabrina asked, her voice hushed like talking too loud would knock it over. Puck didn't look up.

"I don't know, maybe the pixies can live in it."

"Where do they live now?"

He paused, his hands in the air, and looked over his shoulder into the woods.

"Um. Around? I guess?"

"What, they just wait somewhere nearby for you to call them?"

"I don't know, do I look like I'm in charge of them?" he said, a little annoyed. Sabrina rolled her eyes.

"I thought that was the point."

He glared up at her again. "If I give you a piece of candy, will you go away, Grimm?"

"I'm not Daphne," she said, while holding out her hand anyway.

"And yet, you can be bribed all the same," he said, ignoring her outstretched hand and throwing a piece of candy at her. She thought about knocking his stupid castle over in revenge for that comment but paused as she unwrapped the little caramel colored piece that had bounced off her shoulder. He had already gone back to it and was concentrating in a way she hadn't seen before, his eyebrows pulled together in focus, jaw set, hands delicate and careful.

"Watch out for Elvis, he'll eat it before you can finish," she said, popping the candy in her mouth and walking away. She heard him huff a laugh under his breath behind her.

She stuck the plastic wrapper in the pocket and hadn't thought of it since.

Now, it's days later and she can't stop pushing her fingers against the fabric of her jeans and making the little wrapper crinkle. She replays the conversation in her head again and again as she paces. She doesn't know why it's bothering her. Puck's fine. Sure, he'd be in bed for a few days, but Everafters heal notoriously quickly, and he'll be back on his feet, annoying her again before she knows it.

But yesterday, well. She hadn't known if he'd be fine. They hadn't expected an explosion like that when they went to investigate the old factory. She'd read about it in one of Spaulding's journals. It was built when the town tried to modernize in the early 1900s, but had been abandoned for years. A series of dares had led the two of them up there, deep into the forest on an October evening.

Granny hadn't even been mad, when Sabrina careened into the house, black soot and burns covering her face and hands, yelling. Crying, about how Puck was still up there, hurt. Because she couldn't carry him, she'd had to leave him.

Her pacing faltered a second as she thought of that. Thought of the times he hadn't left her when she was hurt. She shook the thought out of her head. It was the only option she'd had. And as little as she'd like to admit it, it brought her back to the day he'd really been hurt, fighting the Jabberwocky. For a while she had been scared it was that bad. Maybe worse.

So now she paces, pressing on that little wrapper, replaying the way he threw the candy at her. It was fine. He'd be fine. Things would go back to normal soon.

She took a shuddering breath and jogged back out to the back yard in the early morning light. His castle of candy was still here, half fallen but not gone like she'd expected. Before she could think better of it she scooped up a couple of the little pieces and popped one in her mouth as she walked back towards the house and up the stairs to the second floor.

She pushed into the spare bedroom without knocking. He hadn't been awake much since the accident. To her surprise his eyes blinked open as the floorboard creaked beneath her feet, which now stopped in the threshold.

"Hey Grimm," he said, and his voice was dry in a way that made Sabrina's chest hurt.

"Hi." she said, suddenly at a loss. She hadn't expected him to be up. This was the first conversation they'd had since the accident.

"Come to dress my wounds?" he said, in a ghost of his usual teasing tone. She rolled her eyes at that, giving him the response he wanted and moving closer, setting the piece of candy on his bed.

"Your candy castle fell down, you know," she said, feeling just a little lighter as Puck raised his eyebrows in mock outrage. Things would be okay. They'd have days like that again.