Gah! Sorry!!!!! I've been meaning to write for like…ever. I'm so, so, SO sorry! I have all of this book, and the next, planned, but I just never have time anymore! Between school, friends, karate, acting class, choosing between two amazing guys, and family shit, I just have no time. Sorry. Anyway, on to the story.

Chapter Five

Sabrina and Puck looked at each other as Henry closed the door.

"Do you think you can fly us out?" Sabrina whispered to Puck.

"No," he whispered back. "I haven't flown in so long that I don't think I could fly another person very far…especially not one as fat as you…"

Sabrina wanted to start cussing Puck out, and started to, under her breath, but stopped when her father pointed to the bed and said, "Sit. Both of you. Now." They sat.

"Wanna hear a story?" Henry said, his voice oddly calm. "See, about two months ago, this girl—let's call her Sabrina—decided to run away with this idiotic fairy boy—let's call him Puck. Well, they ran away, leaving nothing but a note behind, and for two months—two months—Sabrina's family searched for her.

"They went through all these portals, searching for her, and then, finally, the girl and the fairy were found by the girl's father's brother, Jake. And the brother, he came back and told the family that Sabrina and Puck were married. Married. Care to explain the story? Care to tell me what's been going on for the past two months, Sabrina, dear?"

Sabrina looked scared. Whenever her father called her 'dear', it meant she was in trouble. Deep trouble. "Well, see, Dad…"

"Sabrina Grimm, don't you dare try to make excuses. The story. The truth. Now." Henry looked angrier than Sabrina had ever seen him, and she started spitting out the truth.

About how she'd over-heard the conversation and gotten scared. How she hadn't wanted Puck to leave without her, and had decided to run away with him. Sabrina told her father about how in the alternate universe they'd ended up in, it was a crime for a girl above eleven to be un-betrothed. She told him how Puck had stepped forward and claimed they'd been betrothed for a month. And she told about how Darren had turned insaner than usual and kidnapped them.

"And?" Henry demanded.

Sabrina sighed. "And then we ran. We escaped. And we…" She coughed, embarrassed to be telling her father this. "We kissed, and sealed the deal. Now I don't think we can be separated. Maybe we can find a spell to undo this?" She was trying to distract her father, but it didn't work.

Henry looked furious. "Why the hell did you to get married? Why the hell did you two kiss? Why the hell did you run away in the first place?"

Sabrina started to get angry. "UGH! Because we had to! Because in the heat of the moment, it felt fight! Because you were trying to decide my life for me, and that isn't fucking fair, Dad!"

"Sabrina Grimm don't you dare use that kind of language with me!"

"Try and stop me, dammit!" Sabrina was shouting now, angry tears running down her face. "My entire life, I have never had a say in anything. Not where I went to school, not what I read, not where I lived, not anything."

Sabrina felt like she was repeating herself for the umpteenth time, but no one ever seemed to listen.

"Why can't any of you see what I want? What I need? Don't you get that if you just asked me, instead of trying to trick me into stuff, I would help you? Do you really think so little of me?"

Puck looked over at Sabrina, concern showing in his currently blue eyes. He moved closer to her and wrapped an arm around her waist a bit awkwardly. He wanted to comfort her, he just had no idea how to.

"Get your filthy hands off my daughter!" Henry shouted at Puck.

Sabrina stood up, still crying and her eyes flashing with fury. "No, you get out. Now. I don't care what you want anymore. You don't care what I want, you never have, and you never will. At least Puck gives a damn. So out. I want you out." Sabrina's voice cracked on the last word.

"Sabrina," Henry began, his face soft.

"No," Sabrina said firmly. "Out."

Henry looked like he wanted to argue, but something in Sabrina's face told him not to. He sighed and walked to the door, closing it softly. He didn't want to leave his baby in there with that…thing, but he had no choice. Sabrina would listen when she wasn't so angry…right?

"Puck, why don't parents ever listen?" Sabrina whispered, curling up in the middle of her bed.

Puck was silent for a long moment. "Because they think that they're always right. They think that because they've lived longer, or life has treated them a certain way, then that's the only way the world works."

Puck sighed and leaned his back into the bed board. "They assume that the world is a complicated place, and that children can't understand it, when in reality, the world is simple, and often, children are the only ones who can see the right paths."

Sabrina nodded, and rolled over so that Puck couldn't see her face.

"You gonna be okay?" Puck said softly. He truly sounded as if he'd lived four-thousand-years; he truly sounded as if he'd seen, and done, horrible things. Puck sounded, for once, like he wasn't about to turn into a jerk. He sounded like he truly cared about someone other than himself.

Sabrina shrugged. "I don't know. But do you think, that just once, you could just be quiet and hold me?" she whispered, repeating the words she'd said so long ago. And, like so long ago, Puck just nodded and wrapped his arms around her, softly kissing the back of her neck as she cried.