Alright, kiddies. Here's chapter 3, but can I ask for a favor? If you read this chapter, please review. Just give me feedback so I can be a better writer for every chapter. Also, sorry for the long wait! I have school to attend to, ya know?! Thank you! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sisters Grimm, sadly.

*Sabrina's POV*

After Puck stormed away, I immediately went into his room, to look for clues as to why he was acting strange. Well, stranger than he usually acted. I can't truthfully say that he ever acted normal. At first, when I began to notice that I liked Puck, I tried to force the idea out of my brain, because he's an Everafter.

We all know what happened to my dad when he fell in love with an Everafter.

But soon, I came to realize that it didn't matter that Puck was a fairy, that I was being bigoted towards a whole group of people, distrusting them because of the mistakes of few.

Puck's not normal, and that's how I like him.

That's why I have to figure out whatever is wrong with him, and restore him to his usual, Puck-like self.

Stepping into his room, I quickly noticed that nothing significant had changed since I had last been in here a few months ago.

The waterfall was still splashing into the blue lagoon, the kangaroo still hopped around aimlessly in the boxing ring, searching for an opponent, and of course, the infamous trampoline surrounded by trees, where me and Puck (and Daphne) spent a night together when I was handcuffed to the fairy.

I sighed, taking it all in for a moment, and then went straight to work, investigating Puck's sudden mood change.

Picking up dirty clothes, swords, and chimpanzee-army artillery like sling shots and glop grenades, I left no rock unturned when searching for anything which may help me find answers.

Finally, I struck some gold when I found a crumpled piece of...parchment(?)...under the trampoline. It looked really old, made out of thick, creamy paper, with tattered edges.

Taking a big breath and plopping myself down on the trampoline with a "squeak" of the the springs, I carefully opened the paper, revealing a note.

Someone wanted to meet him at the pier at midnight tonight. Well, technically, it would be tomorrow, but still.

Someone who only left a poorly-drawn sketch of a hook in the corner of the paper as the only sign of identification.

Rembering something about famous Everafter villain's insignias, I dashed downstairs and quickly found the book labeled "Evil-Doers and Their Signatures."

Why we had this book, I do not know, but it certainly came of use when I found a picture of a hook, identical to the one on the note that I found in Puck's room, after a few moments of flipping the pages, scanning for something to help.

I read the the caption underneath the picture.

"CAPTAIN HOOK"

Aw crap.

*Puck's POV*

Watching Hook fly away, I was in awe. But then I realized that I had wings, and flew after him, soon catching up.

"Who is this person after you?" I asked him, now flying next to him in the night sky. It was pitch black outside, with heavy rainclouds blocking the stars and moon from view. The only light came from Tink, and the streetlights far below us as we drifted over the town.

"It's not a person, it's a thing," Hook replied matter-of-factly. It's not like I was gonna actually come back. I was just curious. I knew that he had plenty of enemies, even more than me, but never in the last few centuries had he contacted me, asking for protection.

"So, like a monster?" Another thing about Hook was the same. He was never very elaborate when answering questions. He still isn't.

"More like an army," Hook stated calmly. I tried to mask my surprise with boredom. But really, I was impressed. A whole army after him? Now that's a real accomplishment.

"What army? Everafter or human?"

"Human."

"What?! How'd you get yourself mixed up with humans? How would me being with you help, seeing as I can't use my magic in front of them?!"

"I want them to find out about us Everafters. Don't you see, Robin? We can take over the world, the Lost Boys and I, but we need you with us." Okay, I did not expect that. He sounds like the Scarlet Hand or something.

"What humans saw you? And why would you need me back? I won't help you."

"Well...not humans yet. But they will. And when they do, I'll need your assistance. See, laddie, you're a special boy. Very special indeed. You have great power in those wings of yours." Whatever that means. Power in my wings? What the heck is he talking about? I knew he was a sociopath, but not absolutely crazy? The Lot Boys had, what, 30 members? Where would he get more recruits from? He would have to kidnap more people! No one goes to Neverland willingly. I was the only one to escape. And even then, I'm pretty sure Hook let me leave. I thought I was sneaking away, but he has eyes and ears everywhere. He didn't need me then, so why would he need me now?

"And...why exactly do you want to rule over humans? You've already got a whole island under your control...which I barely managed to escape."

"I let you go, Robin."

"Whatever." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tink, slowly floating away from Hook, towards me. I discreetly opened my hand behind my back, and when I felt a light tickle in my palm, I gently closed my fist around the fairy. She won't have to be Hook's slave anymore.

I couldn't have been more on time, because as soon as I had Tink in my grasp (literally), the crazy pirate whirled around, flailing his hook around wildly while I ducked out of the way.

"WHERE'S THE DAMN FAIRY?!" he shouted, suddenly turning to me, eyes pointed like daggers. "You got 'er don't ya, laddie?" Hook asked accusingly, pacing his sharp prosthetic directly on my throat.

"No," I said, trying to swallow in fear of my Adam's apple being pierced. "She probably flew off while you weren't looking."

"Blast! Well, think about my offer."

"No."

"And by think about, I mean take a day to turn things over in that vast abyss of that brain of yours, and come back to me tomorrow same place, same time, to say yes, or I'll take the one you love most."

I didn't even have a chance to react, because the next thing I knew, I was wacked over the head with the silver hook, and I plummeted to the ground.