Woot! Second oneshot! This is truning out to be my second most reviewed story. You reviewers boost my ego so much. You rock my world. And good news! My sisters is healthy. Thank you for your concerns.

I had at least five ideas for this one, but three were too cliche. This was one of the better ones. The other two, I'll probably use for other oneshots. Reviews and a beta reader are welcome.

Disclaimer: Yesterday Micheal Buckley came to visit my sister in the hospital. I told him that I wrote fanfiction for his works. He read my oneshot, and loved it. He then immediatly gave me full ownership of the Sister Grimm series. Puck included. Then my dad woke me up.

Theme 2/100

Make up

(The one where Puck threatens the boy)

Sabrina nodded with satisfaction. The play was going as planned (thank God!) and Sleeping Beauty's daughter hasn't got the sudden urge to fall asleep (ditto)… yet. Now was the part that the guy faked hitting her with his wooden sword on her head. Sabrina saw his wooden weapon come toward her, and pretended to protect herself. She felt him tap the wooden sword on her head, and on cue she feigned death. She flashed the right side of her face, which had been painted to look like a bleeding bruise, to the crowd.

Sabrina, eyes closed, felt a group of people surround her like they had practiced, when suddenly she heard a crash.

No, please don't tell me that that girl fell asleep and knocked down the display, thought a horrified Sabrina.

"How dare you attack a girl! Have you never heard of picking on someone your own size, human?" Sabrina thought of something along the lines of:

DEAR.

GOD.

KILL.

ME.

NOW.

"Make way peasants! Let me inspect the damage. Kneel down before me, I am your king!" boasted the voice. Sabrina groaned softly and opened her eyes a bit. She was able to glimpse the confused, kneeling students, when suddenly her vision was obscured by a head of golden hair and blue eyes. The girl mentally slapped her forehead. Puck, thought Sabrina with distaste and annoyance. Why doesn't anyone stop him! How could you Granny?!

"Sabrina, let me see your head. Stop being a baby and get up," Puck ordered.

"Puck, you idiot! It's not real! Get off the stage, your ruining my show!" whispered Sabrina, trying not to move her lips as best as she could. Puck ignored her and pulled her up.

"You shall fear my wrath, boy. I am going to haunt you. Watch your back," growled the Everafter. The boy looked at him with a confused expression on his face. And then he led Sabrina off the stage.

"Saved your butt again, retard. Be thankful!" said Puck triumphantly, once they were off stage. Sabrina glared at him, trying to burn out his eyes. If looks could kill…

"Let go of me Puck, my show! It was supposed to happen like that you moron!" She struggled to get out of the fairy boy's grip. Unsuccessfully. Puck roughly pushed her to the ground.

"If that was supposed to happen how come you're bruising, huh booger breath?" stated Puck proudly.

"There's this thing called make up, bird brain! Every heard of it?" screeched Sabrina. She rubbed her face with one of her hands, and then showed it to the boy. Her fingers turned an ugly color of black and gray. Puck flushed, and then stretched his hand out to rub her face so he can see for himself.

"You should have said so Grimm. Otherwise I wouldn't have had to waste my breath," aid Puck looking at his hand. Sabrina heard the crowd clap and cheer. She sighed, so much for her play. Suddenly, Daphne appeared. She ran through the backstage door to the blondes.

"That was fantabulous!" Fantabulous was her new word of the week. "Did you plan that Sabrina?"

"No, I didn't! That idiot ruined my play! He had to act all heroic and stupid. Now I'll be the laughing stock of the school!" fumed the teenager.

"Everyone loved it," reported Daphne. "'Sides, I thought it was romantic."

"What?! If she just told me-"

"Since when do I tell you anything?"

"From now on! I don't want to embarrass-"

"I embarrass you? You don't-" They continued to quarrel, completely unaware of Daphne.

Daphne sighed, and made her way to the door. Sure that I-hate-you-and-am-unmindful-of-you're-secret-attraction-to-me routine was cute. For a few months. But seriously.