Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or qualities of any of the characters. I do not own the excerpt written by Michael Buckley at the beginning of Chapter 1.

Here goes the 4th Chapter! Please Review and let me know what you think (:. And check out my other story under the Sisters Grimm category, Grimm's A Christmas Story!

Chapter 4-

Puck was the first to wake, as usual. A Trickster King doesn't sleep through the morning, wasting valuable time to play tricks on innocent subjects asleep (meaning Sabrina.) He went instantly to the kitchen, taking out a couple of plates and food. Through all that traveling yesterday, he was so hungry that he could eat a horse. Whilst taking out the food, he accidentally dropped a plate, causing the glass to shatter into a million different pieces and broke the silence like a pin dropping

Puck groaned. He never had to clean a single day in his life, and now, when he actually needed to do it, he had absolutely no idea how. He considered waking up Sabrina, but instantly put the thought away, once he looked out the window and saw how dark it was out. He remembered that regular humans, that is, kids, needed about a recommended ten hours of sleep. Though, all Everafters needed sleep, they recommended six hours of sleep. Puck could usually get away with four or five, and it was while everyone else was asleep, he planned all of his tricks. Besides, how tough could it be to clean up a single plate?

Sabrina had awoken when she'd heard the glass shatter. At first, she'd thought it was a bullet .

Then, she took in her surroundings, not knowing exactly where she was. Sabrina realized that Puck had probably taken them to somewhere indoors that he had happen to come across in the forest as she fell asleep. It was just a guess, though.

Though it was still in the early morning and she was very tired, Sabrina willed herself to get up and help Puck with whatever happened. When she got to the kitchen, she saw Puck sweeping up glass into a pan, and picked up the pieces that wouldn't go into the pan.

"Puck!" Sabrina yelled, "Don't touch that glass! You'll get cuts all over your hand!"

Puck looked up, and showed her his hands, which already had a couple cuts on them. They looked like nothing serious, but they still were bleeding a considerable amount. "Too late," Puck said with a sigh.

Sabrina also sighed, but this time, in expostulation. "You are so stupid sometimes," She started to walk over to Puck, but then, Puck flew over to her.

"Ummm…Sabrina?"

"Do you want me to bandage those up for you?"

Puck looked down sheepishly, "Yes, please. I didn't realize the glass would be this bad and rip up my hands like this."

Sabrina wanted to say 'You dummy! Of course it will cut your hand into smithereens! It's glass, and it's sharp! I take what I said back earlier; you're not stupid sometimes, you're stupid all of the time!' It was true; Puck many times did things without thinking it through first. Sabrina could name at least a hundred instances off the top of her head. But, sometimes, Puck actually was clever and made sure of things before taking action.

But, instead, being kind, Sabrina said, "Okay. First, you go was your hands off. Then, we need to find either a clean piece of cloth or bandage that we can wrap around your hand. And make sure to avoid the glass area on the floor."

Puck nodded and headed over to the sink, which, to no one's surprise, didn't turn on, probably to lack of inhabitance over the past few years, or maybe decades. At the same time, Sabrina headed over to the bedroom, where she grabbed some necessary supplies: a torn strip of thin cloth from the bed sheets she had slept in.

"Sabrina!" Puck yelled, "Can you grab the water jug in the fridge and pour some on my hands? The sink doesn't have running water."

"Sure." Sabrina entered the room, and with the agility and balance of a gymnast, carefully stepped over and around to the fridge, grabbed the water jug, and headed back over towards Puck, who was still at the sink. With careful fingers, Sabrina first held Puck's hands in hers gently to check to see if there was any glass in the wounds. Thankfully, there was none. She didn't know how to remove glass from wounds. Moreover, she didn't know if her stomach could handle it. Sabrina couldn't help but notice, even with the blood starting to dry on his hands, the soft, yet calloused and rough hand she was inspecting.

All the same while, Puck could feel the gentle, soft, small, and smooth hands of Sabrina gently caressing his hands while looking for glass. He was sad when she'd lifted her hands off and grabbed the jug, but the water trickling down his hands felt good at the same time as well.

"Now, Puck, I found some cloth on the bedspread Daphne and I were sleeping on, and just ripped it off. I'm guessing the owner of this house won't mind too much."

"Geez, 'Brina! I don't need any bandages! My hands are fine!"

"Yes, you do! Just look at it!" Sabrina yanked back his hands and Puck looked at his, they still were bleeding profusely.

The soft touch of her hands returned to his. Sabrina gently wrapped the cloth around his entire hand, and then switched to the other. When she was done, she let her hand linger, sitting on his, for just another moment, and brought her eyes up to meet Puck's. Puck's eyes were already looking at her, and Sabrina noticed they were extremely dark. And a purple color. Sabrina then noticed Puck seemed to be involuntary leaning towards her. Just then, Daphne burst into the room. Leave it to her to accidentally ruin a moment like that.

Sabrina had blushed, and snatched her hand away before Daphne had noticed, and pulled back her face, which had seemed to magically gravitate towards Puck's. Unfortunately, she had noticed. She smiled slyly, though she knew that it wouldn't be long before they caught up with the rest of the group; the group (meaning everyone in the house, save Sabrina and Puck, and maybe Elvis. Who knew? Elvis was just a dog who had a nasty problem with sausages) already knew that they were in love with each other, though too sheepish and scared to admit it.

Daphne couldn't resist teasing them another time. "If you two are done making googly eyes at each other, I think I've found a way out of the story."

The two instantaneously jumped away from each other. Daphne looked at the floor and sighed, then said "I'm guessing Puck broke something?"

Sabrina half-smiled. "You guessed right. Can you help me clean this up?"

"Sure." But the response was spoken simultaneously between, Daphne, and believe it or not, Puck.

Sabrina did yet another one of those half-smiles. "Puck," she said, "I think you'd better sit this one out." Sabrina grabbed his arm gently and led him over to the table.

"Uhhh… 'Brina? I can walk, thank you very much though. I know you can't seem to keep your hands off of me, I'm just so irresistible, but please. Can you contain yourself in front of Daphne? You're like a jaguar."

Sabrina turned a deep crimson red, and left the room to most likely find a broom or something. Or maybe even just to relieve herself of the embarrassment Puck was causing. But right now, she didn't care about the supposed way out of the story that Daphne had found.

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I know, I know, short chapter :(. I'll have another chapter up though, by next Wednesday or Thursday, hopefully!