Hey Princess
Sisters Grimm Fanfiction
Chapter 15

"So," Sabrina said, sneaking up behind Puck and wrapping her arms around him the next day at school. "Mustardseed told me something kind of interesting the other day," She explained as he turned around to face her.

His usual Sabrina-patented grin was on his face. His arms found their way around her waist and he pulled her closer to him, giving the freshman girl a quick peck on the lips, ignoring her hatred for over the top PDA.

"Do we really need to talk about my psychotic brother?" He groaned, leaning his head back, acting as though he were annoyed with her.

"It's not about him," she shook her head, wrinkling her nose in distate. "It's about you and the fact that you've never had a birthday before," She giggled, pushing away from him and taking his hand.

"So?"

"So? Puck, are you kidding me right now? That's the saddest thing I've ever heard. When is it?" She asked, swinging their arms slightly as they walked.

"I don't know," He shrugged.

"How do you not know? You don't even have the slightest idea when it is?" she asked him in amazement.

"Sabrina, it's not a big deal. Can we not worry about this right now?" He sighed.

"But-"

"Sabrina," he said, voice stern with the command to stop.

She pouted, sticking out her bottom lip and ducking her head down, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she decided that it would be best to just stand back and let it go for now. She could bring it up again later, after all, when he was more likely to listen to her. Besides, she knew that he couldn't say no to her for very long. Before long, she'd have her way.

Still, he was every bit as stubborn as she was, meaning he wasn't going to give in right away. He would fight her on it and it was going to take plenty of time. She understand that. She knew that when they disagreed on something, it took them forever to compromise because neither one would ever cave or admit to being wrong.

What she didn't understand was why he was being so frustrating on the topic. It shouldn't be as big of a deal as he was making it out to be. It was just a birthday, after all. There was no reason that anybody would want to ignore the fact that they had an entire day that was meant to be devoted to themselves.

Especially when that person was as self centered as Puck was. He lived for times that were all about himself. It didn't make any sense at all that he would want to spend a day meant to celebrate himself ignoring the fact.

And it was just plain sad, in her opinion, that somebody didn't know when they were born and had never once celebrated a birthday before. Especially when they had been alive for over four thousand years. It just didn't make sense to somebody like Sabrina.

But, Puck had made it clear that he wasn't going to cave on the subject any time soon, and she wasn't going to push him when they had just started a relationship and were doing so well. She wasn't sure she could deal with the drama of another feud between the two of them anytime soon-not when she'd gotten so close to him and used to the idea of them acting like best friends-like a true couple.

"What do you want to do tonight," He asked, taking his hand from hers and swinging it around her shoulders, reaching for her other hand.

"I don't know," She shrugged, leaning against him as they walked. "I was thinking-"

"Sabrina Grimm and Robin Goodfellow-please report to the main office immediately."

She turned to look at him in confusion, furrowing her pale eyebrows together. He shrugged down at her, shaking his head to signal that he didn't know either. And then they turned around, changing their pace to lead them towards the office, both wondering what it was they could be getting called for.

Puck was anticipating getting into trouble for all of his pranks on Bradley the day before and dreading Sabrina's reaction when she got into trouble right along beside him. And Sabrina was terrified that she was about to get into trouble for something that she didn't do, completely prepared to kill Puck for getting her into trouble.

"Mom, what's going on?" Sabrina asked as she burst through the door of their apartment, stopping dead in her tracks at the sight of all the boxes stacked up, right along with suitcases besides them.

"What's the-"Puck stopped himself as he crashed into Sabrina, stumbling backwards, right into the doorframe. "What the hell?" He muttered, shaking his head.

"We're going back to Ferryport Landing," Veronica Grimm said, not even turning around to face her daughter.

The dark haired beauty was busy packing up another box, placing the last of the things from the barren apartment and into a large, cardboard box. Her back was to Sabrina and she was dressed in her usual uniform of a part of low rise, boyfriend fit jeans with a tank top and a baggy, zip-u sweat shirt over it. Her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail and she wasn't wearing an ounce of makeup.

Sometimes, Sabrina hated bringing Puck around her mom, irrationally fearing that he was going prefer Veronica's dark, slightly exotic attractions to Sabrina's own blonde, average traits. She knew that it was crazy-that her mother was years older and married, but she couldn't help comparing them to one another.

What she didn't understand was that Puck thought Sabrina was just like Veronica, from her spunky personality, to her natural beauty. And if anybody paled in comparison to anybody else, it was Veronica being outshone by her own daughter. Because, to Puck, nobody could beat Sabrina.

"Why?" Sabrina asked. "What happened?"

"Your grandmother's sick. She needs us to go and take care of her," Veronica answered, folding the box shut.

"She's an Everafter. We don't get sick," Puck insisted, shaking his head, closing the door behind him.

"And Granny Relda never even got sick before she was an Everafter. What's really going on?" Sabrina asked, moving towards her mother.

"There are some…complications with the population in Ferryport Landing," Veronica admitted, finally looking up at her daughter.

"Complications?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Complications," Veronica sighed, swiping a loose strand of hair from her face.

"There's a second Hand rising," Puck said, voice low and barely detectable.

He was standing in the kitchen leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest, a blank expression on his face as he spoke.

Sabrina whirled around, blue eyes growing wide as she stared at him. Her eyebrows rose up to her hair and her jaw dropped. She was absolutely, completely, totally shocked. There was no other way to describe what she was feeling.

But Veronica just nodded, shrugging her shoulders helplessly as she started to pile boxes together, heading towards the door.

"You have thirty minutes. Pack up and get out to the car. We have to go," She ordered, making her way from the apartment, shaking her head as she walked.

Clearly, she was distressed from the sudden turn of events. Still, all Sabrina could wonder was how long her parents had known about this without mentioning it even once to her, Daphne, or any of the others.

"How did you know? How the hell did you know that?" Sabrina asked, whirling around and glaring at him. "Is there some sort of Everafter communication web that I don't know about? How is it possible that you know?"

"Grimm, you're a god damn Ever after now!" He snapped at her, moving towards her bedroom. "And it was pretty freaking obvious that there had to be some sort of rebellion rising over there," He rolled his eyes.

"Where are you going?" She asked, storming off after him.

"To get you packed! You heard her-you don't have that much time. Get moving," he ordered her, that stern voice coming back.

"Fine-but this isn't over," Sabrina glared at him, storming into her room and grabbing her suitcase. "You better get to Faerie and pack," She said softly.

Her anger was gone, for just a little while, as she realized that he probably had a lot to do before he could leave to return to the town where they first met. And she didn't want to be the reason he was held up. And she really didn't want him to be the reason for the delay in her family's departure. Not for something that important.

"Sabrina…I can't go with you," He whispered, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

"What?" She asked, turning around to face him. "What do you mean, you aren't coming with us?"

"I mean," he sighed, reaching out and taking her hands, pulling her closer to him so that she was standing right in front of him, between his legs. "That I can't go with you," He sighed, pulling her down onto his lap.

"What are you talking about? Of course you're coming with us. Why wouldn't you come with us?" She asked.

"Because I have obligations in Faerie," He sighed, reaching up and running a hand through his hair. "I'm the King, Sabrina. I can't just pack up and leave, no matter how badly I want to leave," He sighed.

"That's ridiculous. You've done it before!" She argued.

"Sabrina, I can't go with you and I'm not going with you." He told her, all tones of sincerity and gentleness thrown away.

That stern tone was back. His words were harsh and commanding, telling her exactly how it was going to be. And it was not something that she liked. She was too stubborn to deal with being scolded and ordered around.

"So what? That's it? You're going to disappear for another couple of years and I won't see you for who knows how long?" She asked, rolling her eyes.

"Sabrina, don't-"

"Don't do this? Don't tell you how I feel? Don't point out exactly how our relationship has been working out?"

"Sabrina, don't you think that I would go with you if I could? Don't you know that I'd do everything in my power to follow you anywhere? I can't go." He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Get out."

"What?"

"Get out!" She snapped. "Get out so I can pack and get my stuff together. I have to leave. I'll see….whenever-but things aren't going to be the same, Puck. I promise you that," She shook her head, moving away from him.

"Sabrina," He sighed, rising to his feet and moving behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders, giving them a quick, reassuring squeeze. "Do you really mean that? Is that what you actually want?" He asked her.

"Yes," she answered, stepping away from him.

"If that's what you want," he sighed, shaking his head.

It wasn't. Not even a little bit. But what was she supposed to say? What was she supposed to do? It had seemed like her only choice. But, when she turned around to stop him, he was already gone and there was no turning back.

She had ended things. She'd taken control and stopped him from having the power. And that had resulted in her own failure. She had been the one to terminate things. She'd caused the destruction, and that was all there was to it.

Sabrina sighed, leaning her head against the cool glass on the window of the car, trying to get her mind off of what had happened a short while ago between herself and Puck. She hated that they were over. She hated that she wouldn't be saying him. She hated that she was leaving. And she hated that he hadn't even tried to fight it.

He had walked away, because he had thought that was what she wanted. Clearly he didn't know her as well as she had thought he had.

"Where are we going?" She muttered, rolling her eyes as her parents took yet another detour, shocking her, since they had seemed to be in such a hurry before hand.

"Just tell her," Veronica ordered, reaching out and shoving Henry playfully, trying once again to lighten the stressful mood in the car.

"Faerie," Henry said, glancing over his shoulder briefly.

"Why?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows together.

"We need to pick something up," Veronica answered simply.

"Great," Sabrina rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

She just wanted to be out of New York City. She wanted to be gone and out, far away from Puck and all of the memories. She wasn't sure that she could handle being around the place where they had spent so much time together.

Not that Ferryport Landing would be any better, of course, but at least she had plenty of other memories there that helped her deal with the pain. There were memories of happier things that didn't include him and memories of horrific things that would mask the pain of the things that he had tainted for her.

Besides, clearly she would be too busy there to worry about remembering all of the things they had done together and all of the places they had done them at. There was a new rebellion building, and that meant there were much larger fish to fry than her heartbreak.

"Why'd you rent a van?" Daphne asked from her seat in the very back, where she was sitting next to Red.

"How do you think we all would have fit in one car?" Sabrina rolled her eyes at her sister.

Pinocchio and Robin were in the seats next to her, and the Uhaul had been packed up and sent to Ferryport Landing while they had made their last minute stops.

"Dad could have driven his car with the Uhaul attached instead of paying for it to be driven there. And they sold both of their cars to buy this, which doesn't make sense because we could have gone in two cars and been more comfortable," Daphne shrugged, wincing slightly at her sister's harsh tone.

"Because we have a surprise for all five of you back there," Veronica cut in.

Sabrina rolled her eyes again, reaching into her bag for her iPod. She placed both earbuds in her ears and turned her music all the way up, blaring her music into her ears. She didn't care about the future damage or the fact that she was being rude to her parents. She wanted to get out, and if they weren't going to get her out of there as fast as possible, she was going to need a couple of distractions.

"Grimm."

Sabrina woke up with a start, not having realized she fell asleep. One of her earbuds had been removed, filling the car with the loud music coming from the tiny speaker, and a voice had whispered her last name into her ear.

She shook her head, trying to collect her thoughts. She knew that she had to be wrong about who the voice belonged to. There was no way that she could possibly be right about Puck having woken her up, because he told her-very firmly-what his intents were when she was leaving. He wouldn't have upset her like that for no reason.

"Grimm, will you stop being so melodramatic and respect me? I did just leave my kingdom for you, ya know?"

Her head whirled around, facing the blonde haired boy sitting besides her. She threw her arms around him excitedly, squealing with joy.

"You came!" She beamed.

"I realized that I couldn't run off on you again. It wasn't a smart plan," He grinned, sneaking a quick peck before Henry and Veronica got back into the car.

"How?"

"Faerie is dead and gone. There's nothing to rule, Sabrina. I was being stupid to think I could change that. It's over. And even if it wasn't…the only way I'm ever going to feel whole is if I'm with you, dog face," He teased, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he settled into the seat besides her.

"I love you, stink pot," She giggled, cuddling up into him.

"I know," He smirked.

The difference between Ferryport Landing when Sabrina had first moved there to when she was coming back, years later, wasn't just in the weather.

When she had moved there at twelve, she'd had to ride in on a train in the pouring rain with a cruel, evil, bitter woman who hated children. This time, she was with her family and, while snow covered the ground, it wasn't snowing at the moment.

The town had been small, with barely any businesses and there was nothing exciting going on. Stores were closed down and vacant. Everybody was bankrupt, or close to it if they weren't an Everafter.

And that was even before the Hand had really started to rise to power. This time, when there was a rebellion that her family already knew was happening, the town seemed to be thriving. Stores were open, groups of teenagers walked the streets, mothers rolled their babies down the sidewalk in strollers.

It was as though she was entering a completely different town, and she had to wonder if maybe her parents had been lying to her about their reasons for moving back to the small town. But, it did seem like a drastic, scary and even dangerous lie.

"You okay?" Puck asked, giving her shoulder a quick squeeze.

"Yeah," She nodded, turning away from the window. "I just…it's all so different from the last time," She whispered.

"It just means they aren't as strong as last time. They don't have the same power, okay? And if we could get through all of that, we can get through anything," Puck promised her, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Stop being so optimistic all the time," She giggled.

But they both knew that she didn't want him to stop trying to cheer her up. He knew as well as she did that she needed him to tell her good things, whether they were true or not. Sabrina put on a strong front most of the time, but that was why it was so important to her to have Puck around.

He let her be weak for a little while, without judging her or making her feel like anything less. She was able to feel confident and strong, no matter how she broke down and depended on Puck to help her.

They worked well together, because no matter how strong and independent they wanted the rest of the world to see them as being, they were able to turn around and break down when they were alone together.

Sabrina had supported him through his father's death, through his fear that she was leaving, through his complex that the family might not need him to be a hero anymore. And Puck had helped her when she as about to give up all hope about saving her parents. He had kept her strong when she had finally realized she wanted to stay in Ferryport Landing. When she thought that she was a failure of a big sister, he had assured her that she was anything other than a bad role model.

They were comfortable around one another. He would see her cry and she was allowed to see him cry. They didn't fear what the other person would think, because they knew that everybody had to be weak sometimes. They accepted that fact of humanity, but only when they were together. It was the only time that they were allowed to let go.

Which was why it had been so important for Sabrina that he return with them. She wouldn't be able to handle it if she had to be strong at all times. She needed him by her side so that she could break down and cry. So that she could panic and rant and rave. She needed the permission to freak out and then be reassured that everything was going to be okay.

He knew that as well as she did. And that was why it had killed him to consider not going back with her. When Veronica had made the offer and told him that it was more than possible, he'd raced to Faerie to get everything ready and packed up. He hadn't needed a second thought on the subject.

Protecting Sabrina was the most important thing to him. It was the reason that he had been put on the earth in the first place, no matter how many years ago it had been. He existed to keep Sabrina safe and happy.

The purpose of his life was to love Sabrina. It was, in a sense, the only thing he knew how to do. Catering to Sabrina was the only thing that he was any good at. So it only made sense that he wanted to be with her.

Not that he had a choice. From the first time he'd seen her, he'd known she was different. But it was probably the moment she threw him into the water and tried to drown him that he knew everything was about to change for him. He hadn't even questioned it when he'd started growing. Deep down, he knew that he was growing up because he loved her and would do anything to be with her.

"Puck," She asked, tilting her head to look up at him. "Everything's going to be okay with us, right? That's not going to change, is it?" She asked, biting down on her bottom lip.

"'Course not," he shook his head, confident smile in place. "I'm always going to drive you crazy and call you names and pull immature pranks on you. Remember when you went into the future?" He winked at her.

"You are such a spaz sometimes," she rolled her eyes, punching him playfully in the arm.

"Ow! You're violent. This is called domestic abuse," He explained, reaching out and taking her wrists, holding them firmly between his own hands. "And it's not good. I really should break up with you for this. It's only going to be harder to get away the deeper into it I get," he scolded, but he had that Puck grin on his face, letting her know that no matter what he was saying, he was joking around and didn't really mean any of it. He was just trying to get a laugh out of her, something that he happened to be very good at.

"Because your pranks about abusive?" She asked, sticking her tongue out at him.

"My pranks are hilarious!" he argued.

"To you, maybe," She giggled.

"Hey," Daphne said, popping her head up between Sabrina and Puck, forcing her way between them.

"What's up,Marshmallow?" he asked, turning around and ruffling her hair.

"Do you two mind putting a halt to all this sickly, disgusting sweetness? Because you're giving me a cavity," the now eleven year old girl rolled her eyes, moving away from Puck's grasp.

"Since when are you against our relationship? I thought you were our biggest fan?" Puck wondered, furrowing his eyebrows together.

"I was," She rolled her eyes. "And then you spent the entire car ride like that and I got over it," Daphne said cheerfully.

"You are a-"

"We're here!" Sabrina shrieked, throwing open the car door and jumping to the ground, racing towards the large, Victorian style house.

After the war, when the dollhouse had been destroyed, Sabrina's grandmother had rebuilt the house to a larger version of its former glory. It was just as nice as when it had first been built, but with a room for everybody in the family, even the adopted members. Everything about it was better, more homely, and nicer.

She raced up towards her grandmother, the short, wrinkled old woman with the red-streaked grey hair, wrapping her arms around her grandmother.

"Sabrina," Relda laughed, returning the hug.

She took a step back to admire her granddaughter and took in the changes. She was no longer tall from her age, having become rather on the short side, standing just above five foot. Her golden, yellow-blonde hair fell down her back in loose, beach waves, falling to her waist. Her blue eyes were still mysterious and intense. But her rounded face had changed, all of her features becoming shaper and bolder. She had a more mature look about herself and she was composed of a curvy stature, her limbs strong and slightly muscular.

"You've become such a beautiful girl," She shook her head, opening her arms for Daphne, who was launching herself into her grandmother's arms.

Daphne had hit a growth spurt, completely thinning out and standing almost as tall as her sister was. But, where Sabrina was tan, Daphne's complexion was pale and almost pasty, lacking Sabrina's freckles. Her hair was short, falling in tight, spirally ringlet curls just past her shoulders and in a deep shade of chestnut brown. Her eyes were wide and full of innocence, the color of melted milk chocolate.

She still had the rounded face though, giving her a younger appearance. She had Sabrina's pert little nose though and her sister's pouty lips, but in a pale shade of pink. The similarities were there, but they were almost impossible to detect.

While Daphne had grown, Red hadn't at all, standing impossibly short for an eleven year old girl. She had the same pale skin Daphne did, with a face full of freckles and that framing red hair, falling in a curly mane so that it just barely skimmed her shoulders. Her eyes were a deep shade of emerald green, but the always looked as though she'd been crying. She had an oval face with a narrow, long nose and bright red, heart shaped lips. And she was unhealthily skinny, everything about her making her seem younger than she really was.

And then there was Pinocchio, with his square jaw, angling off his long, oval face. He had a long nose with a wide bridge and almond shaped eyes in an icy shade of blue-grey. His cheeks were rosy and red, the way they had been painted on when he was a puppet. And he had a head full of messy, out of place, jet black hair that was always falling into his face.

He was tall for his age, standing at Sabrina's height, with a lanky build. He always looked serious, as though he was deep in thought, but Daphne and Red had their ways to get him laughing. And when he would allow himself to let loose with the girls, he had a smile that could light up the room he was in.

Finally, there was Puck.

With his oval face, every feature perfectly chiseled, he looked like a modern day Greek God. Like the type of boy who should be featured on an Abercrombie bag or a poster in Hollister. His ever-changing eyes were in their nature state of an olive green, deep and dark, sparkling with mischievous.

His full, pink lips were curled into that confident half smile, half smirk. He was tall, almost as six feet tall, with broad shoulders and strong, defined muscles. For a fifteen year old boy, he was incredibly attractive and the closest thing to a hottie the students at their old school had been able to come across.

"You've all changed so much. I just saw you a few months ago," Relda sighed, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Has everything been-"

"Henry," Relda said sternly. "Let the kids get settled in. Let us all enjoy a family dinner for a change. And then we can talk about what's been happening here," She ordered.

Sabrina was sitting on her freshly made bed in her room, up on the small third floor of the house, basking in the feeling of finally feeling as though she belonged where she was. She finally felt like she was home, a feeling she hadn't felt since she was a very little girl.

"Knock knock," Puck sing-songed as he walked into the room, kicking the door shut behind him.

"You know, you could actually knock instead of just saying it," Sabrina giggled, falling backwards onto her bed, lying down.

"That takes all the fun out of it," He shrugged, dropping down onto the bed besides her. "And you can't do that," he shook his head.

"Do what?"
"Lie there like that," He answered with an eye roll.

"Why not?" She asked, not moving her position.

"Because," He sighed, rolling over so that he was on top of her, keeping his weight off of her and on his arms, lying on either side of her to pin her there. "It's tempting," He whispered.

"Is it?" She asked, keeping her voice low.

"Please," He begged.

"Wouldn't most teenage boys be loving this?" She giggled, lifting herself up into a sitting position as he rolled back to his spot besides her. "Living with their girlfriend and being able to spend as much time with her as he wanted to? Without discretion," She rolled her eyes.

"Most teenage boys don't have to worry about the fact that their girlfriend's father already hates them enough to be plotting his death in long, drawn out detail," Puck dead panned.

"Yeah…that's true," Sabrina agreed.

"You don't even try to deny it!' Puck groaned.

"It's true," She shrugged, leaning over and giving him a quick peck. "But I love you, and that's kind of all that matters," she giggled.

"I don't think so," He laughed, reaching out and grabbing her sides, tickling her.

Sabrina burst into a round of hysterics, falling backwards onto the bed as they resumed their former position, laughter coming from Puck as he tickled her, enjoying every moment of their childish antics.