A/N: Okay, so this one's shorter than the last one, but I think it's better. Looking at my update speed, I've figured out that I update about every 3-5 days. It's kind of pathetic since my chapters are so short, but I've been kind of busy lately. I think that, what with school and soccer starting I'm going to make Sunday my official update day. I might add an extra chapter somewhere in the middle of the week if I have time to write an extra chapter, but I think my update's are gonna come primarily on Sundays. This chapter's half filler/ half actual chapter so hopefully you like it. I've got nothing else to say, so here's the chapter!

Chapter 6

Sabrina woke up the next morning to a nice, big, slobbery kiss. "Ew, gross Puck," she mumbled. "Get off." She then opened her eyes to see Fifi staring back at her. She cringed and had a sudden flashback to the unicorn incident. That was worse, but a bear kiss was still a bad experience.

No one else was awake to witness that embarrassing moment except for Puck. He was standing at the foot of her bed looking extremely offended. "Oh come on! I don't kiss that bad, do I?"

Sabrina blushed, but said nothing. In fact, she pretended to go back to sleep. Puck wasn't fooled, and was looking just the tiniest bit smug. "You know, the fact that you thought it was me kissing you had to mean something. For all you knew, it could've been Five." He didn't remember that Five was the one who suggested the punishment kiss (he was convinced it had been Six) so he had no problem with the dwarf.

For Sabrina, it was a totally different case. "Oh God! I'd rather kiss the Fifi." Fifi perked up a bit at that.

"Correction: you'd rather kiss moi."

She was about to yell at him, when they heard a muffled giggle, as if someone was laughing into their pillow. Sabrina's blush grew darker. "Daphne," she began, "just how much did you hear?"

Daphne stopped pretending to be asleep and smiled, looking remarkably like a mini devil. "All of it. Puck's right and you know it."

Sabrina glared while Puck replied, "Why thank you, Marshmallow." He then turned to Sabrina. "Told you I'm always right."

"Oh what does Daphne know?"

"Hey!" she cried indignantly.

Puck just smirked. "Oh please, you know you want me."

Sabrina answered, "More like you want me."

"Yeah right."

"It's true," she said in a high, sing-songy voice.

"How about we just forget either of us ever said anything?" he said.

"Fine by me," she replied.

"Aw," Daphne said. "Don't do that. Just kiss and make up!" She did the freaky devil smile again. Both teens glared at her. She laughed.

In the end, they completely ignored Daphne (sorta, Puck did try to get Fifi to jump on her) and got ready for a long day at the mines. For once, neither of them said a word to each other on the way there and back. Instead, Sabrina struck up a conversation with Four, and Puck stayed quiet. There was no way he was talking to One.

After the murder, Bunny was so convinced that she'd finally killed the girl she didn't so much as think of checking with Mirror for two days. Instead, she interviewed a bunch of hunters to kill all the black bears in the forest. She had never been fond of them, but seeing that cub in the cottage had pushed her over the edge.

Finally, once she had picked out her hunters and sent them on their mission, she went to visit Mirror. This time, though, she didn't bother asking questions. She went straight inside. Surprised by what she saw, she asked, "What's with the brat?"

Mirror looked up from the baby in his arms, startled. "Um," he managed. "There's no one here. It's just your hangover." Please let her be drunk again. Please let her be drunk," he thought. "Please let"—

"I haven't had anything to drink for a week. Although a glass of wine does sound good." She shook her head. "No. I refuse to be distracted. Now tell me, what's with the brat?"

He sighed, and figured he might as well ask her for help since he couldn't hide the boy any longer. "I want to leave this mirror," he said simply.

"That's impossible."

"Let me finish," he snapped. He took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, I just don't appreciate being interrupted. I want to trade bodies with this child. He's three and already walking. I wanted him to be a bit older, but this will have to do. He'll take my place as mirror guardian. You'll just have a bit more trouble deciphering the answers you receive from the mirror. I've already prepared the spell. Will you help me?"

She laughed. "Only if you answer me correctly.

"Looking-glass, looking-glass, on the wall,
Who in this land is the fairest of all?"

He groaned. It's not as if he could lie.

"Oh, queen, thou art the fairest of all I see,
But over the hill where the seven dwarfs dwell,
Snow White is alive and well,
And none is so fair as she."

Bunny trembled with rage. "How many times do I have to kill that kid before she dies?" she screamed.

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to rhyme the question," Mirror told her.

"It was rhetorical!"

"Oh," said Mirror, a bit embarrassed. "Sorry about that. Forget I said anything."

She glared at him. "You piece of trash! I can't believe I created something so stupid! There is absolutely no way you are getting out of this mirror. Give me that baby," she yelled, holding out her arms expectantly.

"What?" he asked. "What could you possibly need with this baby?"

"Oh, I don't need it for anything. I just don't want you to have it."

"Why not?" he whined, sounding very much like a toddler. The baby Grimm, however, stretched out his arms as if he wanted to go to Bunny.

She smirked. "Because, you insolent fool, you couldn't answer the question. Is it right to reward a schoolboy for giving the wrong answer?"

He tried to glare, but tears were blurring his eyes. He was so, so close.

"Besides," she continued, "the child wants me." He watched as she stole the baby from his arms, walked swiftly toward the exit, and vanished into her room.

He felt like crying, but instead he curled his hands into fists. Wiping the tears from his face, he vowed he'd get his revenge. He decided to ignore the fact that he no longer had a way to carry out his plans, and instead focused on the upside of things. He no longer had to change diapers. Stupid kids. Why couldn't they be born potty trained?

A whole week passed before Sabrina and Puck were able to talk to each other without blushing. But once that happened, things were a lot smoother around the cottage. Surprisingly, Sabrina and Daphne now saw the dwarfs as family. In fact, they now became a little depressed by the fact that they would have to leave soon. Puck, on the other hand, only liked Four and Seven (Sabrina had finally proven that it was in fact Five who had suggested the kiss). Figuring that he would get to see Mr. Seven whenever he wanted and could live without seeing Four, he couldn't wait to leave.

After lecturing Daphne, Sabrina and Puck had left with the dwarfs just like any other morning. On the way, they chatted about nothing in particular. It was one of the few times they had managed to talk for an extended period of time without arguing. When Four asked why they weren't arguing like they usually do (actually, his exact words were, "Argue already! I need some entertainment!), they both shrugged and went on talking. Surprisingly, both were enjoying the conversation, even if it was about food – mainly what would Sabrina eat and what Puck wouldn't eat. Puck even learned a few things, like the fact that humans are very unoriginal with their food names. In his opinion, they should have come up with something more original than green beans. Anyone with eyes could see that they're beans that are green.

Sabrina was shocked to find that it felt kind of … nice … just talking to him. She was finally beginning to understand how they ended up married.

And she didn't know it, but Puck was thinking the same thing… to a certain extent, at least. His train of thought went more like this: I can't believe we get married in the future. I guess it won't be all bad. She's kinda fun to talk to… I'm hungry. I wonder if Sabrina can cook. I really hope so. If she can't, that'll make the future very hard. Maybe if she gets a job at some restaurant she'll pick up a few things. I hope she'll learn how to make hamburgers. Hamburgers are good. I wish the dwarfs knew how to make hamburgers. Heck, I wish they knew what a hamburger was.

He had just opened his mouth to ask Sabrina if she'd ever had cooking lessons when they met quite the unexpected site on the road. Sleeping in a basket was the baby Grimm. Sabrina gasped then ran as fast as she could to her brother. Puck followed suit and wondered if the baby would grow up to have any culinary talent. Maybe he could be their personal chef.

They ran back to the cottage as fast as they could, causing One to yell at them until his throat was sore. Sabrina and Puck heard about a third of their scolding. Dwarfs aren't very fast.

Daphne looked up from her embroidery (she had decided to make a hat for Fifi) when the door to the cottage was thrown open and Sabrina rushed in with Puck close behind her. She turned to her little sister while Puck went to the kitchen. "Daphne, you will not believe what we found!"

"Did you find a friend for Fifi?" she said excitedly. "I think she's getting lonely. Is it a boy bear? I hope so. Then Fifi can have a boyfriend! They'll be just like you and Puck! OMG, you guys could have a double wedding! That would be sooooo cute!"

Sabrina chose to ignore all that (for the moment, anyway. She later explained to Daphne that there would be no bears at her wedding) and showed Daphne the basket. "It's our brother!"

Daphne squealed and looked in the basket. "Holy crap! That's amazing! Where'd you find him? Last I saw, he was with Mirror."

"The basket was just lying in the middle of the road. This note came with it," she explained, handing the note to Daphne. It read:

Dear whoever found the kid,

This baby was apparently kidnapped by one of my more advanced inventions. The invention, a magic mirror, was being disrespectful and very annoying so I took the brat. I have no use for it. Take care of it if you wish, or make it into a yummy meal. I couldn't care one way or another.

Your Queen

Daphne gasped. "She actually suggested making our brother into a meal! How rude!"

Puck walked in before Sabrina could respond. He stuffed a big bite of his newly-made sandwich into his mouth, chewed, and burped. "How do you know it's not a trap?"

Sabrina, not wanting to admit she hadn't thought of that said, "I'm sure there are several reasons."

"Such as…" he prompted.

"Oh, I don't know. It's just that taking our brother from Mirror and leaving him on a remote mountain road seems like something an evil queen would do."

"I agree with Sabrina," Daphne said. "It really does seem like something Bunny would do. Ms. White told me stories about her. Something like this is just her style."

Puck rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Just remember that you'll owe me extra for saving your butts since I warned you."

"Well that won't happen because even if it is a trap we can save ourselves," Daphne shot back. "Ms. White says that I'm an excellent fighter!"

"Well I'm better. I'm the Trickst"—

Sabrina interrupted. "Puck, you can have all my deserts for two months if you do end up saving us." It's not like it's a punishment, she added silently. "On a more important note, what should we call him?" She pointed to her brother. "I don't think we should name him; that's Mom and Dad's job. But we should at least give him a nickname."

"I say we name him Robin or Puck Jr."

"Shut up Puck," Daphne and Sabrina snapped in unison.

"Well what do you want to name him?" he asked.

Daphne suggested Fido. Sabrina suggested Peter. Puck did quite a bit of glaring over Sabrina's choice. They finally decided to let their brother choose. He was about 3 years old, so he could probably understand at least a little of what was going on and speak at least a few words.

"Do you want your name to be Fido?" Daphne asked.

"No!" he cried in a cute little baby voice.

"Are you sure?"

He stuck his foot in his mouth.

"Let's just move on to the next name," Sabrina suggested. "How about Peter?" she asked.

"No!"

"Can't say I blame him," Puck mumbled. He turned to the baby, "What about Puck Jr.?"

He giggled and clapped his hands while Puck smirked. "I think he likes his new name."

Sabrina scowled. "You've got to be kidding me. Can't we just try a couple more names?"

Puck would've said no, but at that moment the dwarfs came rushing in. One started to yell at them for running off when he caught sight of Puck Jr. "Who's the baby?" he asked, surprised. None of the dwarfs had seen what was in the basket.

"This," said Puck, sounding very much like a game show host introducing the contestants, "is Puck Jr."

"Interesting name," Four remarked.

"It's a cool name," said Puck defensively.

Mr. Seven, trying to be nice said, "I like it. How about we call him P.J. for short?"

One, getting a bit red in the face said, "Who said we're keeping it?"

"What are we gonna do? Leave it out in the forest?" Five asked. It was the first time Sabrina didn't glare at him.

One sighed. "Fine. We'll keep P.J." He turned to Daphne. "Is dinner ready?" She nodded and they all filed into the dining room. All the dwarfs adored P.J. and spent the whole night playing with him. Daphne actually liked his nickname (P.J., not Puck Jr.). Sabrina figured P.J. was a step up from Puck Jr. and instead of continuing to argue about her brother's new name, she imagined all the ways her dad would kill Puck once he heard the name. She smiled a lot that night. Puck really wished he hadn't asked why. He spent the whole night staring at the ceiling and visualizing one of the scenes Sabrina had described to him. Around 3 a.m. he decided to avoid Henry at all costs once they got back.

A/N: I was totally not expecting Bunny to take P.J. away from Mirror. I'm not usually a planner, but I did have something different planned for this chapter. That just kind of ... happened, you know? And I know I said in the first author's note (wow, that seems like a LONG time ago) that I'd probably call the brother Robin, and I had planned on that too, but in the middle of writing this chapter I decided I like P.J. better. Basically, most of this chapter turned out totally different than I thought it would and I really hope it's not a bad thing. I'd really like to know what you guys think because, honestly, I don't know what to make of it. I think it's good, but I'm completely biased on that. Please, please, please REVIEW!