Ok, review. I left this story hanging over the edge a very high cliff, which is covered in sharp rocks at the bottom. Sabrina has been playing a Prank on Puck which does not work as she intended, and she has been discovered. That is all, now I will proceed with the proceedings.

"Hi Sabrina".

Although she knew she had been discovered, Sabrina's instinct was to remains motionless and silent, which was ridiculous; Puck was grinning right at her. It took her several moments to actually realize that she was caught in the act.

Mind racing, she snarled something imperceptible at him and didn't move in order to buy time to come up with a good excuse – Puck would buy only the best. Puck however, did not even flinch. He did not even blink. This irritated Sabrina so greatly that she lost control of her emotions, which in turn were controlling her body, and threw a punch at Puck which he dodged cockily by turning his head only very slightly to the left.

Sabrina was still crouching uncomfortably under the trampoline, so, throwing a dirty look at Puck, who was hovering upside down looking under the tramp and looking immensely amused, she crawled out quickly from underneath the black canvas.

She stood, and brushed the grass and debris of nature off of her sweatshirt and pajama bottoms briskly, avoiding Puck's exasperatingly merry eyes. Finally, she straightened her spine, and squared her shoulders – battle stance. It was Puck who first spoke.

"So."

"So?" Sabrina was now annoyed. This was the best he could throw at her?

"Good one." He was smiling.

She had no idea what to think.

"What?"

Had she said that out loud?

"I said, it was a good prank."

Apparently she had.

"Oh, erm." she was flustered; he was grinning at her with those eyes! She forced herself to look away from his captivating face. " Th – Thanks."

Puck's smile became a little to wise for her taste.

"You thought I would do something else, right?"

You know what they say, thought Sabrina wearily. Honesty is always the best way.

"Yes, Puck."

"You sound defeated."

She was. But she wouldn't have admitted it for the world.

"No. Just tired. I was, uh, up all night, um, reading."

Why did this bother her so much? It was just a prank. But it was Puck.

"Yeah right, 'Brina. What time did you get up to pull that one on me?"

Sabrina's knees went weak. He never used that affectionate nickname on her. But she was tougher than that. Hopefully.

"Oh, it was around two-thirty."

Was it? thought Sabrina. What time was it? Two – thirty sounded fine.

Puck looked – was it possible? – concerned.

"Did you get enough sleep then?"

Sabrina was surprised. This kind of understanding from Puck?

Puck seemed to have realized it too. He recovered instantly.

"Well, you sure do have big black circled under your eyes. It looks like somebody punched you hard – twice!" Puck's voice had returned to it's usual wicked, mischievous, positively JOYFUL sound.

"Oh, that is IT!"

She lunged at him, but, instead of dodging and letting her fall to the ground, he walked into it. He caught her in his arms, and hugged her close; it was only a second, barely noticeable, but it was there.

Without another word, Puck looked at her briefly, smiled, and took off, his large, pink-ish wings glowing in the morning sun.

Sabrina walked out of the room, dazed.

I hope you liked it!

Look for the next chapter soon!