*Disclaimer:* I do not own the Sisters Grimm.
This chapter is shorter than usual but I will try to update sooner than later, my story is taking a new turn I didn't expect but I think it will lead to better things.
Don't worry, I will not leave Sabrina as only 'fighting and accidental kissing, etc.' I will make sure that they interact in different and better ways.
Sorry about any grammatical errors, but please tryto enjoy it anyways. I will gladly take criticism, and thanks for all the reviews (it's a lot for me, don't ruin my joy)!
Silence settled during the walk to the Grimm household.
The two spirits continued to fidget, the recent occurence was very embarrassing. Not to mention the awkward tension in the air that questioned, What's next?
The girl found amusement by taking further inspection of the reflections she found in the iron of the rod, desperately trying not to stare at the trickster in the mirroring silver.
The boy would kick stones and attempt not to look at the vicious creäture beside him, although she could be the opposite. Sometimes.
They each took differing amounts of glances at the trail ahead of them, both apprehensive about tripping and making a mockery of themselves. Until eventually, the female became confident and stopped looking at the trodden path completely. She became mesmerized in the images displayed on the thin pole, being absorbed into her distraction.
But the trance took its toll on her and she missed the wandering tree root that stuck out of the earth. Puck, for that matter, did not.
Her sneaker slipped into the loop perfectly, and she went tumbling down in surprise. Now once again, her knight in shining armor stretched out his arm to easily steady her.
Oh, how she hated it when he had to 'save' her... Especially, from things like tree roots.
After realizing what was going on, she widened her eyes and tilted her head to find Puck peering at her warily. She lay, face down, in his arms. For the second time that day, things got 'out of the ordinary'.
When he snatched her up, Puck had pulled her against him into a tight hug and... His arms were directly under her chest.
They stood there, frozen and blinking, for a total of 40 seconds. Sabrina then came back to her senses and backed away, dusting herself off. But, even if he had stopped her from getting another ache, it resulted with a bad outcome afterwards.
She clenched her fist into a tight ball and punched him in the jaw.
"Keep your hands to yourself next time. Even if I end up falling, it might save you the embarrassment, snot-baby." Her face flushed a cherry color, and she continued to glare at him.
Puck hissed. Why were phantoms able to touch other phantoms? This sucked.
"Not even a thank you? It was very difficult to stop a useless cow like you from falling..." He replied, still rubbing his cheek.
"Well, maybe if a certain pink-winged devil hadn't almost killed me earlier, that 'useless cow'," She mocked, "wouldn't have fallen! If slime-eyes over here hadn't thrown it upon himself to protect me, he would probably see that it isn't his burden to keep me safe!" Sabrina added, pointing at the faerie.
"You wouldn't need my help if you weren't such a blind and senseless slug!" He spat back.
"You are such an insolent, little brat."
"Have you seen said 'little brat', Grimm? Because he's taller than the crooked-toothed freak, that decided to call him that!" He responded, becoming aggravated.
She stayed silent, fuming at him.
"What's the problem? The rabid weasel ran out of insults?" He asked triumphantly.
"No, but I am sure that the butterfly whale soon will." She answered.
Puck was about to throw another insult, but Sabrina kicked him in his shin. Then, while he bent down to inspect and grasp his leg, she shoved him and watched as he tipped over and landed with a thud.
Puck cursed at her as she pranced away towards the her home, which was visible due to their close proximity.
Sabrina had become accustomed to the multitude of locks on the front door. Her record for opening them was 1 minute and 27 seconds.
Now, she was hurrying and trying to beat her record, for she knew Puck would have his wings out and chase her in a matter of seconds. However, there was something very odd with the locks and the door. The door was slightly ajar and the locks looked as though someone had violently clawed at them until the door was busted in, or broken through with magic after a realization that they couldn't go inside any other way.
Puck was merely 3 meters behind her when she decided to sneak inside and motioned for the boy to be silent. She quickly slipped in and ducked into the kitchen. She was crouching down behind the counter with a very confused Puck when they heard the slamming of the front door.