A/N: 4,692. 4,692 words to say how sorry I am about not updating. But you've all heard of that feeling right? That horrible, terrible thing that creeps up on you and nearly breaks your life apart and flicks the crumbs away?

No, not depression, I meant writer's block. But they're nearly the same thing when you want to be an author.

Anyway, let's make this short and sweet, shall we? I am so sorry for not updating in 16 months (Don't round that or you'll see it's been a year.) But I'm back now, back on my feet with amazing ideas that hopefully you all will like. I've been writing all day and my fingers are cramped like I have arthritis, and I'm pretty sure my keyboard wants a restraining order from my finger tips. I've apologized to them both too, but hopefully they're less forgiving than you all.

Oh and tip, you might want to go back and at least read chapter 5, even if it sucks because I was a little bit more clueless then. Because even I had to do that to get some references. Just a suggestion.

Alright, let me shut up, well...Enjoy ;)

The King Wars

Chapter 6

Oh the horror.

Sabrina blushed as red as the sinful thing she held in her hand. How dare Charlotte give this to her with a wink and innocent smile! She shoved the article of clothing back in the bag that had cleverly been disguised as an Old Navy bag so she'd accept it and sat on her floor, blowing her hair out of her eyes angrily and thinking of the best ways to kill someone without getting caught.

After a minute of breathing and plotting, curiosity got the best of her, and Sabrina took it out of the bag again and observed. She twisted it this way and that, trying to see how she would even put it on if she ever did decide to wear it.

Not that she ever, ever would.

"Grimm, I ne-" Puck was cut off by Sabrina shrieking and, in a moment of pure genius, throwing the garment across the room.

"Puck! Get out!" Her voice was shrill, and her face was still an embarrassed peach.

"...What's that?" Puck asked, his face was one of malice and confusion, he didn't know what it was, but if he couldn't have it, he wanted it.

Sabrina paled, if Puck, Puck got ahold of that thing...She would never live it down.

"Nothing, it's just a shirt, duh." Sabrina tried to be nonchalant, but Puck smirked and began walking across the room. Sabrina gasped and began climbing across her bed, it became a race as the both wrestled to get the lace.

"Puck! Let go!" Sabrina growled.

"Um...No." Puck replied calmly and tugged harder.

The silken and lace nightie ended up being pulled at each end as the two teens ended up on opposites ends of Sabrina's bed, tugging apart the thing. Whereas Puck was acting out of his usual annoyance, Sabrina was acting out of desperation, and praying that Puck was too unobservant to see what it was.

It became tug of war as both blondes grunted and pulled, it was an intense battle, and only paused when there were three neat raps at the door.

Sabrina's face turned to one of confusion, since when did anyone knock on her door?

"Come in!" She called, Puck used her being distracted as leverage to gain the upper hand on the clothing. Sabrina shrieked and tugged back.

"...Am I interrupting something?" Mustardseed's kind and at the moment extremely confused voice broke through Sabrina's war mindset and stunned, she let go, Puck gave a victory whoop and held the lingerie in the air.

"No, no, you can leave!" Sabrina cried, desperately trying to snatch the thing back.

"Nah, I was just helping Grimm go through her clothes." Puck held it just out of her reach and smirked just like a blonde-headed imp. He then held it out in the open, a victorious look on his face.

Sabrina made a choked noise and her hands flew to her flaming face in embarrassment, Mustardseed was pounds more attentive as his brother was.

Mustardseed was silent, he looked appropriately uncomfortable enough.

"Puck...Do you know what that is?" He asked slowly, Puck looked at it for a second, then held it up and turned it this way and that. Sabrina wanted to die, right there, right then.

"Isn't it just a shirt or something?" Puck said, well, until he saw the suspenders hanging from the bottom, not to mention the attached garters.

"Hey Puck." Mustardseed put his hand under his chin, "Remember that time we went to France with Mom in 1867?"

Puck nodded.

"And we went past that place that smelled of ale and was loud with laughter and music?"

Puck nodded again.

"And remember when we snuck in and ran into those strange women?"

Puck nodded, then tensed suddenly, he looked at the lingerie, then at Sabrina, then back at the lingerie, then at Mustardseed then back at the lingerie, then Sabrina, all the while maintaining a perfect poker face, wordlessly, he handed the red cloth back to Sabrina, stood and left the room, with Mustardseed patting his back on the way out.

In the silent moments that commenced after Puck disappeared, Sabrina's face was still red, and she was still murderously embarrassed. She stared at the floor as Mustardseed looked at her bedpost, his hands in his pockets.

"It's not mine." Sabrina blurted, and was telling the half-truth. She was giving the thing right back to Charlotte the next moment she saw her.

Mustardseed looked at her with an innocent grin, "Everyone has their hobbies." He shrugged, "Who am I to judge?"

And with that, he walked out of the room, and Sabrina proceeded to promptly die of embarrassment.

"Are you gonna eat that?" Charlotte asked Sabrina. Sabrina snapped out of her jumbled thoughts and looked at her friend, who was sitting crossed-legged on her bed with an empty carton.

Charlotte had been having a craving for Chinese food, so, even though Sabrina had just had the same exact meal the other day, she ordered it again for her and her friend to share.

"Get your own." Sabrina snapped, and shoveled her lo-mein into her mouth, it wasn't all the time she got to have normal food two days in a row.

Charlotte stuck her tongue out and turned her attention back towards the TV as she plucked two egg rolls from the bag. "Harry is so going to hook-up with Helena behind Charmaine's back." She commented, referring to the TV screen, and ate one egg-roll in one bite.

On the television screen were two good-looking twenty-somethings, staring at each other intently, the way too pretty guy looked away from the girl dramatically, "Sandra, I never wanted to hurt you." He said in a deep voice.

"Oh, Jeff, what's wrong?" Sandra said, making sure to flip her bright red hair and bat her eyelashes as she laid her head on his back.

"I'm...I'm..." Jeff put his fist to the wall in front of him, then turned around and held Sandra at arms length while hanging his head.

"You're what, Jeff?"

"I'm...I'm gay."

"We know." Charlotte said loudly and in an uninterested tone and Sabrina burst out laughing. The Dumb and the Hopeless was Charlotte's favorite soap opera, and she knew every character and their mother's life story.

Well it wasn't really called the Dumb and the Hopeless, Sabrina just called it that, it was really called Hightower High or something like that.

The two teenage girls were having a sleepover, and were stocked up with candy, scary movies, magazines and of course, Chinese. Sabrina sighed, only Charlotte could bring out this extremely girly side of her, one time they'd even done each other's make up, and it hadn't even been Charlotte's idea.

Sabrina decided Charlotte was a bad influence. But she loved her like another sister nonetheless.

"So, did you like my gift?" Charlotte asked slyly when commercials came on. Sabrina's eyes widened when she realized she'd forgotten about the garment in a matter of a few hours, with Puck and Mustardseed clouding her mind, she wasn't really focusing on much these days.

Sabrina quickly grabbed the nearest pillow and hit Charlotte with it.

"Ow!" Charlotte cried.

"No. I. Did. Not!" Sabrina hit her after every word, then threw the pillow to the side, "That was a horrible gift and you know it!"

Charlotte feigned hurt, "I'll have you know I took great care in choosing that for you." Sabrina looked like she wanted to hit her again, "Ungrateful brat." Charlotte muttered loud enough for Sabrina to hear.

"I would've appreciated a post card a lot more." Sabrina rolled her eyes and grabbed Charlotte's other egg roll, Charlotte shoved her and got a fortune cookie to take the egg roll's place.

"Well did you at least use it?"

"Use it? I didn't even know how to put it on!" Sabrina quickly regretted what she said, "Not...that I, like...tried or anything..."

Charlotte knew better, she gave Sabrina a look, "Go put it on." She ordered.

"No!"

"Uh-huh."

"But!-"

"Now."

Sabrina put on an 'okay' face and headed to the bathroom after grabbing the piece from under her bed.

Ten minutes later Sabrina came stumbling back in the room with a towel wrapped tightly around her and her face pink, "Of course everyone chooses now to want to use the bathroom." She grumbled.

"Lemme see!" Charlotte said, turning off the television now that her show had gone off, Harry had indeed hooked up with Helena behind Charmaine's back, and, come to find out, Charmaine was doing the same thing with Chad.

Sabrina reluctantly dropped the towel and put her hands across her body.

"God Sabrina, I'm not some forty year old pervert, I'm your best friend, now just put your hands on your damn hips."

Sabrina did so, scowling and blushing at the same time.

Charlotte gasped, "Oh my god, I j'adore your body! You have like, the perfect hourglass figure!"

"Will you!-" Sabrina exclaimed as she looked towards the door and then back to her friend, "Will you keep it down?"

"But you put it on wrong." Charlotte ignored her as she got up fixed the lingerie on her friend, when she was done, Sabrina felt like she was about to get on the Victoria Secret runway. She twisted and turned in the unfamiliar clothing, looking at herself in her full-sized mirror.

"This is too weird, I look like I do adult films, Char."

"That's the point." Charlotte rolled her eyes as she went to take her place back on the bed, "Do you think guys get turned on by nuns?"

"Shh!" Sabrina shushed her friend again, she talked too loud for Sabrina's good. Sabrina went to grab her towel to wrap it back around herself, but she couldn't find it.

"Charlotte..." She said warningly, Charlotte shook her head, but then shifted her weight so her butt concealed the towel even more.

Sabrina rolled her eyes, she'd just have to run like hell to the bathroom because that's where her clothes were.

She opened the door slowly, the hall was empty, Puck's door was closed and you could hear the sounds of video games, and Daphne and Red's room door was closed, and the sounds of a movie was blasting from there.

Alright, coast is clear, just go. Sabrina thought and took a swift step out into the hall, dressed like a cover girl for Playboy.

She closed her door behind her with Charlotte giving her a thumbs up. Then she went to sprint to the bathroom.

Of course, it didn't happen that way. No, instead she slammed into something hard.

Please be a wall, please be a wall, please be a wall, Sabrina chanted to herself, she'd rather have a concussion than for someone to see her like this.

"Hey! Watch where you're going, Grimm!"

You've got to be kidding me. Was Sabrina's only thought.

Then, of course, Daphne chose that moment to bounce all jolly-like out of her room and into the bathroom, closing it behind her.

Sabrina wanted to die as Puck stepped back and looked at her, his eyebrows raising and his own cheeks reddening. And of course the only thing Sabrina could think about was the kiss in the woods, that awkwardness was easy companionship compared to the situation at hand.

"Puck! What are you doing in the hallway!" She shrieked, in the middle of a heat stroke from embarrassment. Technically, technically, he had a right to be in the hallway, he did live there. But still, Sabrina was angry he chose that exact moment to leave his room, the exact moment she had left hers in garters.

"Ch-Ch-Ch-Cheetos." He stammered like he didn't know better. His green eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his big head, and his mouth was open, whether it was in shock or horror Sabrina didn't really care to find out.

Two seconds later Sabrina realized he was just staring at her barely clad body and crossed her arms.

"I'm just going to...go...like now." She barely finished her sentence as she nearly flew back into her own room, slamming the door behind her and covering her face.

"What happened, Tila Tequila?" Charlotte asked, distracted as she tried to open a pack of sour skittles.

"Puck." Was all Sabrina could get out as she tried to stop hyperventilating.

Charlotte dropped the skittles as put her hands over her mouth and widened her eyes until they looked comical, but then she burst into a fit of giggles. Sabrina looked at her like she was insane, and also like she wanted to murder her, but then, after a few moments, Sabrina had to laugh herself. They didn't know what they were laughing about, maybe it was all the Chinese, maybe it was the sheer embarrassment, but Sabrina was almost doubled over in laughter and Charlotte was rolling around on the bed, holding her stomach.

"Oh my god!" Charlotte gasped through laughs, "He actually saw you like that?"

Sabrina nodded and Charlotte had the decency to put on a face of pity for a moment.

"What'd he say?"

"Ch-Ch-Ch-Cheetos." Sabrina repeated in a voice that sounded not unlike the cartoon character Goofy, and went to try and untie the thing from behind. Charlotte broke into whole new fit of guffaws.

"He basically saw you naked and he says...Cheetos?"

Sabrina had to break down into a fresh set of giggles herself, even though she was shuddering,"Yeah." Char got up and helped her after she saw her continuously struggling, still chuckling. Then Charlotte turned around as Sabrina changed into different night clothes and jumped onto her bed.

"Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia." Charlotte sang and the girls had another round of chortling.

"Reeses me." Sabrina said as she crawled under her covers. Charlotte threw her one of the candies and picked up the movies.

"Soo..." She said as she leafed through the DVDs, "I have the Fly, 1950s version, Prom Night and...The Shining."

"Definitely not the Shining." Sabrina wanted to be able to sleep through the night.

"Then Prom Night?"

"Isn't Prom like, around the corner?"

Charlotte snorted, "Yeah, in like, four months."

"Too soon."

"But's it Johnathan Schaech..." Charlotte said with longing in her voice as she stared at the DVD cover.

"Isn't he the psycho?" Sabrina replied as she rummaged around in the Chinese food bag, looking for more egg rolls.

"But...Johnathan Schaech..."

"Next." Sabrina sat back and popped the Reeses into her mouth.

Charlotte pouted for a moment, then tossed the movie to the side. "So the Fly it is?"

"Mmm-hmm" Sabrina said through a mouthful of chocolate and peanut butter.

"Otay." Charlotte popped the movie in and then got under the covers with her own sour skittles.

The girls laughed at the bad effects of the movie, and almost cried when the scientist said he loved his wife. Well, Charlotte cried, Sabrina just frowned really deeply.

Sabrina tried to focus on the movie, but her mind kept drifting to Puck and the look on his face when he'd seen her, and then their kiss and then her and Mustardseed's almost kiss at the diner and the sun. Sabrina mentally sighed and decided to do the easiest thing, blame it all on Charlotte, she'd bought the freaking lingerie.

"Hey Char?" Sabrina said about halfway through the movie, while the doctor burned his notes.

"Yeah?"

"I hate you."

"'Kay."

Sabrina shivered as she took off her coat and her hat, it was an unforgivingly cold day, and even a small trip to Charlotte's car to say goodbye was brutal.

"There you are." Mustardseed said as he half bounced, half skidded in front of Sabrina, fully dressed in a coat, boots and a knit cap.

"Here I am." Sabrina said with a smile as she took off her scarf and shivered again.

"I was just wondering if you'd like be my companion on the perilous journey to the grocery store." He said with a half-smile that made Sabrina's heart flop like his curls in his eyes.

"Um, sure, that sounds great." Sabrina said cheerily, forgetting about any cold weather as she reached for her coat and put it on again, then her hat and scarf.

Mustardseed fully smiled now, "Great."

Sabrina was sure she was going to look like Two-Face if she kept smiling so wide.

"Shall we go?"

Sabrina snapped out it, "We shall." The two walked outside and Mustardseed shut the door behind them and then they were off to the grocery store, which was only a ten minute walk. The two blondes walked in silence, making crunching sounds with their feet as they crushed stiffened leaves underneath their boots. Sabrina thought about Puck, and how strange he was.

Cheetos?

Did he really say Cheetos?

Sabrina shook her head.

"Hey Mustardseed?" She asked, stuffing her hands in her pockets to warm her numb fingers.

"Hmm?"

"What's wrong with your brother?"

Mustardseed laughed loudly, "I must say, I didn't expect that."

Sabrina smiled sheepishly, "I was just wondering."

"And rightfully so, I wonder myself sometimes." Mustardseed replied, he pulled his cap further down on his ears, "I think." His voice got low, like he was telling a secret, "He's hiding something."

Sabrina looked to the ground, her eyebrows furrowing deeply, "Like what?"

"Oh, I don't know." Mustardseed said vaguely,"Something."

Sabrina cocked her head bemusedly and looked to the ground once again, trying and failing to count the multi-colored leaves on the earth's floor.

Get It and Go Mini Mart was a small market a couple of blocks from the Grimm house where everything from groceries to baby powder to car tires were sold. It was run by Mr. Meffin, a kindly old Everafter, better known as "the Muffin Man." He was round and pudgy, and gave free candy to children who didn't rip off his store.

The welcome bells clinked together as Mustardseed and Sabrina entered the store through the old-fashioned door. They walked over to the groceries section.

"I figured since we're the only two in the house that...um..." Mustardseed began to explain in an antsy manner as he picked up an apple and examined it.

"Don't eat Granny's cooking?" Sabrina finished for him nonchalantly, it wasn't exactly a secret that Sabrina couldn't stomach Granny Relda's cooking

He looked relieved, "Yes, yes, I thought maybe you'd like a say in what we can eat." Sabrina instantly perked up at the thought of normal food. She grabbed a shopping cart and looked at all the different options; Oreos, pasta, taco kits, flour, it all looked so...normal.

"So what do you want to get?" Sabrina asked politely, pushing the cart down the aisles, she didn't know the last time she'd been in a grocery store, probably a couple of months ago to look for Worm-tongue fruit with Relda. It hadn't gone very well, ending in Relda losing her temper with another store employee, and safe to say, there was no Worm-tongue.

"How about you surprise me?" Mustardseed answered her, winking at her and making her heart shimmy to the left.

He didn't have to tell her twice. The next moment Sabrina was already down the aisle, throwing bread into the cart.

"Basics." Sabrina said, "Always get bread, you can make anything with bread."

Mustardseed nodded like she'd just told him the secret to life. Sabrina giggled then went to the packaged goods section.

"And Ramen Noodles, with bread and Ramen, you'll practically be set for life." Sabrina joked as she threw a pack into the cart. Mustardseed watched with fascination as Sabrina ran up and down the aisle's putting various, brightly colored boxes into the cart, and explaining why they needed what she was putting in the cart.

Then there were the fruits. "Gotta have apples." Sabrina said when she put a pack of apples in the cart.

"But of course." Mustardseed made a dramatically funny face that made Sabrina stick out her tongue at him.

Then she was over in the greens, throwing lettuces and carrots in. Mustardseed couldn't help but laugh at the little blonde, she looked cute as a button as she ran through the store like a child, picking up everything in sight.

After about an hour, the cart became too heavy for Sabrina to push, and she struggled to get it to the cash register.

"Let me, please." Mustardseed said Sabrina sighed and handed it over as she stepped up to the counter.

"Tired yourself out, did you?"

"Uh-huh."

Mustardseed smirked, looking too much like Puck for a moment, "I can only imagine."

"Why hello Ms. Sabrina, and good day, Mr. Puck." Mr. Meffin said in his Winnie-the-Pooh sounding voice.

"Hi Mr. Meffin, but this isn't Puck, this is his brother, Mustardseed."

"Ohh, I see." Mr. Meffin had a knowing look on his face, what he knew is what stumped Sabrina. "How delighted to meet you, son." Mr. Meffin shook hands with Mustardseed and smiled, "I apologize, you look very much like your brother."

"Identical, actually." Mustardseed said, "We look very similar."

How could two people who looked so similar be so different on the inside? Sabrina wondered, it didn't make sense.

"Is this all?" Mr. Meffin asked, ringing up the items.

"Is it?" Mustardseed looked to Sabrina, who nodded.

"Yep." She said.

"Alright, that'll be...two-hundred and thirty eight dollars, and forty three cents." Said Mr. Meffin as he started to bag things.

Sabrina gaped, she hadn't even been thinking about the prices! She wanted to melt to the floor in embarrassment, they were going to have to put everything back.

What a gold digger he must think I am, Sabrina thought to herself as she opened her mouth to tell Mr. Meffin they'd restock whatever they'd put in the cart.

"I'm sor-"

"Do you take credit?" Mustardseed interrupted her and didn't hesitate in the slightest as he pulled out a black leather wallet out of his back pocket.

"Sure do."

"Good." He grinned as he handed over a glossy black credit card to Mr. Meffin, who took it and swiped it on his rickety old cash register.

"Holden!" Mr. Meffin called towards the back of the store, "Come help with these bags, please!"

"I'm coming, Gramps." Mr. Meffin's grandson came jogging out of the back of the store. He was a tall, lanky boy who wore glasses and kept his long mousy brown hair in ponytail. He almost reminded Sabrina of Napoleon Dynamite, it was the voice, his voice sounded just like Napoleon Dynamite's. Charlotte had pointed that out to her one of the days they had come into the market after school for candy.

Sabrina hadn't known who she'd meant, but then they had watched the movie at their next sleepover, and Sabrina had laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

She was suppressing giggles now as Holden put their many groceries into the bags. Mr. Meffin and Holden didn't notice but Mustardseed caught Sabrina's eyes and raised an eyebrow, she slightly shook her head, she'd tell him after.

"Just sign here." Mr. Meffin held out the receipt and Mustardseed signed it, Sabrina nosily peered at his signature. It looked like one straight out of a movie, a movie where a vampire, because it's known fact that all vampires write in a perfect Edwardian script, signs a receipt.

"Thank you, you two have a nice day." Mr. Meffin said, and then looked at Holden expectantly.

"Oh." Holden was so very awkward, "Uh, bye Sabrina and Puck-"

"No, see, that's not Puck, that's his brother." His grandfather corrected him.

"Oh, well then, uh, bye Sabrina and...brother who looks like Puck." Holden muttered to the dusty counter in front of him as his face flamed red.

"Bye Holden and Thank you, Mr. Meffin." Sabrina said understandingly and Mustardseed waved, Sabrina made a pitiful face. She knew Mr. Meffin tried to get his painfully socially awkward grandson to be more social. You could go right up to Holden and wave at his nose and someone would still have to tell him to say Hi.

One time, this girl, Minnie, had had a crush on Holden when she had first transferred from a high school in Syracuse, and Holden hadn't noticed her attraction even after she'd blatantly kissed him. Now, Minnie made jabs at Holden more than anyone else.

Poor Holden, Sabrina thought.

"So what was so funny about the tall fellow with the ponytail?" Mustardseed questioned as he grabbed most of the bags from her hands.

Sabrina was reminded of what indeed was so funny about Holden, and burst out laughing. "Oh, have you ever seen Napoleon Dynamite?"

"No, I don't think I have. Is he a friend of Bonaparte?"

That made Sabrina laugh even harder, "No, no, it's a movie, well, Napoleon is a character in the movie but that's what the movie is called."

"Oh, no I've never seen a film by that name."

"Oh my god! You have to see it!" Sabrina declared, stomping her foot and throwing her hands in the air. Consequentially, she dropped a couple of her bags, Mustardseed swooped in and grabbed them for her.

"Then I shall." He said, balancing her and his bags in his two hands,

"If you keep taking my bags I won't have anything to carry." Sabrina huffed, trying to get her bags back, "You can't even handle all of those."

"Or can I?" Mustardseed said, his eyes taking on a humorously mysterious look. He took two bags and slung them around his neck so they hung off of him like a necklace.

"Innovation." He said in an evil scientist's voice.

Sabrina was in tears from laughter, "Impressive." She choked out.

They were already halfway to the house, and for a moment they chatted about petty things, like the weather, cats, to which Mustardseed was surprisingly allergic, and whether more than one cactus was called cacti or cactuses.

"Mustardseed?" Sabrina said once they had quieted down.

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Sabrina smiled and nodded to herself as she looked at the ground and tucked some loose hair behind her ear.

The hour had gotten a little late, and the tell-tale signs of six were approaching fast as a light indigo blanket settled itself over Ferryport Landing's sky, the faint outline of a crescent moon began to show and crickets began to chirp. It seemed that the town was turning in early in preparation for the winter that was to come.

"Sabrina?"

"Yeah?"

"I want you to know something." Mustardseed stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, which caused Sabrina to stop too.

"What?"

"I want you to know that..." He trailed off mid-sentence, his eyes falling to the cracks in the sidewalk.

"That..." Sabrina goaded him on, wanting to hear what he had to say.

Mustardseed sighed deeply, then looked her straight in the eyes and put his hand on her shoulder, "I want you to know that if you ever need anything, I'm here for you."

Sabrina didn't know if it was his thick British accent, or the mood lighting that street lamp number seven had decided to give off, or maybe even the two cats going at it behind the fire hydrant.

But she kissed him.

A/N: Can this be considered a cliffy? I dunno, maybe, maybe not. Well anyways, you know the drill, read and review, or read and cut off my thumbs for not updating in so long, which ever tickles your tarantula. Oh and Reviewsfeed will be coming back...next chapter, which will be soon because I have already started it! -Does self-appreciation disco- Ahem, anyways, again, I want to thank all my faithful readers who have waited so long, or maybe you haven't waited, it's nice to think you did though, anyhoo, thank you, love you all, and it feels good to be back :D

PS: Please don't cut off my thumbs, I like them.

PPS: Oh and do not worry, there will be Puckabrina, this is the King Wars, not Custer's Last Stand, which means both armies have a perfectly equal chance ;D