Chapter 7

READ AUTHOR'S NOTE FIRST!

a/n: So yeah, Apparently people have been telling me I've been going too fast in my story and that Puck is totally OOC. He's making a conscious effort to be nice ok? He's worried about her and that nightmare. That and the fact that their now dating, but trust me, there will be plenty of pranks and insults in the future. Now I'm sorry I've been moving fast in my story. I'm an action kind of girl; besides what is going to happen is so freakin funny! So sorry I'm going to try to slow down and make Puck pull some more pranks on her. Thank you for Reviewing!

Pearlfire

Spov

We walked into the house, my necklace tucked safely under my shirt in case the others were already home. Luck must have been on my side because the house was empty. I threw myself on the couch and turned on my laptop from where it had been charging.

"Watcha doing?" Puck asked as he flopped down beside me.

"I'm going to Google stones from fairy tales and see what I come up with, it's our only lead." I replied while doing just that.

"Here's a possible suspect" I said a few minutes later turning the computer so he could see.

"That's exactly what Marshmallow thought," He said to my picture of Voldemort.

"Well, great minds think alike I guess," I pulled up my email and sent a quick email to Daphne requesting a copy of the surveillance tape.

"What time is it?" He asked when I was done.

"Its 3:45, shoot!"

"What?"

"I forgot about making dinner!"

"Doesn't the old lady cook?"

"Yeah but I'm going to give her a break, I like cooking. Even if it's the weird food everyone loves."

"You like cooking?" He asked as I unplugged my computer and carried it with me into the kitchen.

"No need to sound so surprised." I set the computer on the counter and started pulling out stuff to make the family's favorite dish, Blue tomato soup which tasted like turkey.

"Tomatoes, check,"

"Since when do you like cooking?" Puck had followed and was sitting on the kitchen table.

"Since I had to cook at one of the foster homes. Turkey extract, check."

"Why didn't you cook before yesterday then?"

"Cause I didn't want you to think that I would cook for you anytime you wanted me to. I'm not your slave." I replied while pulling out the last stuff and setting a large pot of water to boil.

"Hmmmmmm."

I pulled out the cutting board and began slicing the tomatoes into smaller and smaller pieces while Puck watched me fascinated.

"How do you even know this recipe?" He asked suddenly.

"I like cooking so I read cook books all the time." I replied stirring the soup. "I've got all Granny's recipes memorized."

"Really?"

"Yeah I've even got this really good pie recipe I found in a book from the library. I copied it down in my Grimm journal."

"Really?" His voice sounded closer, I turning around and found he was right behind me.

"No way, un-uh, you are not going to convince me to make you a pie."

"Why not?" he wined.

"Cause you have to earn it." I replied.

"And how can I do that?" He asked, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"You're a lot more affectionate now that we're dating." I smiled to myself.

"Yeah, well, I've been wanting to for years and now I get to without getting punched. Besides there's pie involved."

I laughed, "If you help me make the pie I think we have a deal."

"Where do I start?"

"Run upstairs and grab my journal. K?"

He grinned like a child on Christmas morning at the prospect of pie and was gone in a flash. Then the front door slammed and I heard Daph's yell.

"We're home!"

"Great! I'm in the kitchen!" I yelled back.

Daph came in followed by Red and the two of them looked surprised at the sight of me cooking.

"Didn't you win the bet, about you being unpredictable?" Red asked.

"Yeah, I just thought that now that my secret's out that I like to cook I should give Granny a break and cook tonight."

"I got it!" Puck came triumphantly in carrying my journal in his hands.

"Thanks!" I smiled warmly at him before opening to the book to July 19th.

"Ok so first step is to get out all the ingredients, you do that while I make sure the soup doesn't burn." I told him turning back to the stove. "Hey Daph did Jake head over to his house?"

"Yeah, to go wait hand and foot on Aunt Briar. (An: She's not dead! Cause Where would Jake be without her? And they got married! Whoop Whoop! And got their own apartment, I forgot about that when I was writing the first few chapters. Sorries!) Since he found out she was pregnant he's gone a little over board." Daph rolled her eyes.

"Great, can you invite them over for dinner? I've got enough to feed an army."

"We'll go call them right now," Daph and Red walked out to go call the happy couple.

"Did you finish getting the ingredients?" I asked Puck after double checking that the soup wasn't about to burn.

"I think so, what happens next?" He replied.

"Next we mix up the batter, can you get out one of the glass bowls?"

"Uh, yeah, where are the bowls?" He looked round the kitchen confusedly and I laughed.

"You really don't spend that much time in the kitchen do you, stink-pot?" I asked while pulling out one of the glass bowls in the cabinet behind him.

"I've got the inside of the fridge memorized." He grinned.

"Of course." I shook my head.

30 minutes later we had a decent looking pie in the oven and a very dirty kitchen.

"It should be done in about 45 minutes." I said setting the timer.

"You've got flour on your face." Puck chuckled.

"Thanks Captain Obvious." I smiled while putting the dishes in the sink.

"You're very welcome." He replied, puffing out his chest.

"You're impossible."

"You love me anyway." He flashed me a smirk.

I was about to reply with a snarky remark when suddenly I wasn't in the kitchen anymore. I was underwater, in a place I recognized. A raspy voice came from my mouth, a voice which terrified me.

"I'm here to see the Queen."

The guard nodded and I went inside the throne room. There I saw her.

"Sabrina! Sabrina! Are you ok?"

"Get her some water libeling,"

"What happened?"

I snapped up and knocked my head against Puck's.

"Owwwwww"

"Are you ok?" Daphne asked anxiously.

"I'm fine, what happened?" I replied, taking Puck's hand as he helped me up.

"You passed out. You sure you're ok?" Puck asked worriedly.

"Yeah, but I need to see the little mermaid now."

"Why?"

"Cause she knows something about the man who attacked Humpty Dumpty."