I'm a terrible person. I know. I know. Sorry. Please, forgive me. I hardly update anymore. School has got me down in the dumps. It's sooooo boring. But thankfully, writing this story is not, so here's Chapter 4! Again, so sorry for the wait! Enjoy!

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*Sabrina' s POV*

"Where are you off to at such a late hour, 'Brina?" Uncle Jake smirked as he came out of his hiding place of a shadow near the bottom of the stairs. That stupid last step creaked again.

"No where, Uncle Jake. Just... going out for a walk." I replied, trying my best to sound innocent. I could tell it wasn't fooling him.

"At midnight? I don't think so."

"Since when did you become the responsible male role model in this household? I thought that was Dad's job!" I walked past him towards the door, shrugging on my coat at the same time.

"Henry's been a little...preoccupied...lately." Uncle Jake scratched his neck and shook his head. I nodded sadly. Mom and Dad have been having a lot of fights lately, and its taken a toll on Dad especially.

"Yeah... but still! I'll be back in like, an hour! I'll be fine!" I huffed.

"Where will You be going?" Uncle Jake considered. I guess he's buying it after all.

"Uh... probably just down to the pier and back."

"The pier, huh? Why the pier?" Uncle Jake looked skeptical again. He knew that if I could stay away from the Hudson River all the time, I would, because of that incident that involved a wave of evil bunnies chasing after us, which resulted in Daphne, Puck, and I bring dropped into the freezing water in the winter a few years ago.

"I just..." I trailed off. I really had not planned to have Uncle Jake catch me as I was trying to sneak out to find Puck, so I didn't come up with a sufficient story beforehand. Groaning, I looked up at Uncle Jake, only to have him stare down back at me with an even bigger smirk than before.

"Ha. Nice, try, 'Brina. Go back to bed."

"How come Puck gets to stay up? He's been out for awhile!"

"He's over 4,000 years older than you!"

"Well, who's the more mature one? Me or Puck?"

Silence from Uncle Jake.

"See?!"

"But still, 'Brina. He's a fairy with magical abilities, and he's pretty much immortal. He can go wandering off through the town at midnight...you, on the other hand..."

"Ugh!" I threw me hands in the air and stomped back up the stairs, putting on a mock show of giving up. I hope Uncle Jake fell for it, because he would get off my case so I could make my great escape some other way. My mind scanned the house for potential break-out routes as I padded down the hallway back to my bedroom (which was now Daphne-free, as of last week. Yay, my own room! Finally!). I immediately thought of that window that me and Daphne tried to escape out of the first night we were here at Granny Relda's house. Perfect.

It took me about only five minutes to tie together my sheets, pillowcases, and towels to make a sturdy rope to lower myself out of the window with. I've had lots of practice with this escape technique from all my years in the foster care system. After tying the end of the makeshift ladder to my bed post, I sighed and stuffed the note that I found in Puck's room into my jacked.

Captain Hook...and Puck? How would they have anything to do with each other?! Puck's never even been to Neverland, to my knowledge...has he? I thought that he would never go there, because of his deep hatred of Peter Pan! I never understood that, either. I've only seen him once, right after we busted my ancestor, Wilhelm, one of the original Brothers Grimm, out of jail and sent him back to the past. But, of what I've read about the flying boy, he seemed like a nice kid. Well, since Puck isn't exactly "nice," maybe that's why. Oh well. I'll just ask him when I find him and chew him out for ditching in the middle of the night to go meet an infamous fairy-tale villain without telling me.

I swiftly swung myself out the window, tightly grasping the rope, and quickly slid down the side of the house until my ratty old converse hit the mossy ground. It was raining outside, and my hair and clothing were instantly soaked. I was chilled to the bone. Wrapping my coat tighter around my body, I muttered to myself.

"I should have brought a heavier jacket." I grumbled as I trudged through the mud, down the driveway, and began the long trek to the pier.

*Puck's POV"

I woke up slowly, my hand immediately going to my head, where I felt a lump in my temple. I opened my eyes slowly, because the light made my migraine headache worse. I stared at my hand, which was now covered in blood from touching my wound. But my head wasn't the only thing in pain. My back was sore too, because of that drop. I closed my eyes again, taking in the light of the pre-sunrise early morning. It must be about 3 am. I tried to roll over an push myself out of the puddle I was lying in, but the effort hurt so much that I could only groan and fall face-first back into the mud.