A/N: Change of plans, people. I got two story suggestions from yorkie999777000, (thanks again, yorkie999777000!) and since they're both kinda short, I decided to put them both in this chapter. So yes, the last chapter has once again been delayed.

Thanks to livecow for the unique story Puck's Worst Trick and to yorkie999777000 for the hilarious (in a good way, I swear!) Worst Story EVER! Do Not Read For Own Safety! !

I depend on these outside stories for a storyline, so I am deeply grateful to all those people who recommended a story and/or let me use theirs. Thanks again!

By the way, there's a brief reference to Naruto (anime/manga), but it's so minor that you won't even catch it if you haven't seen the series. (Incidentally, I recommend the above series.) Also, I think I spent too much time talking about Daphne's spell…it was originally even longer…but I like magic-y stuff. ^.^'

Disclaimer: Even though the characters are being really OOC…they still don't belong to me.

The views expressed in this story do not necessarily represent those of the author.

"My loofahs…my loofahs…my loofahs…" Puck said, banging his head on the table with every repetition. "Where are my loofahs?" Looking up, he found Daphne staring at him strangely. "Marshmallow, why haven't my loofahs come yet?"

Daphne blinked. "Um…I…uh, excuse me," Daphne skittered out of the room. "Sabrina! I think Puck's finally gone mad!" she called downstairs.

"Really? I was sure he'd been mad for quite some time now…" said Sabrina as she made her way nonchalantly up the stairs. "What's he doing now?"

Daphne, against her better instinct, peered back into the room. "Uh…he's ranting about 'lewphas' or something… what are lewphas, anyways?"

"Some sponge thing…" Sabrina looked worriedly into the room. "Should we try distracting him?"

"Puck, don't you want a doughnut?" Daphne waved the treat around, making sure the mouthwatering aroma made it to his nose. "It's chocolate, with sprinkles…"

"No…I want my loofahs…" Puck said dispiritedly.

"Puck! I bought some colored duct tape for you! Look, here's one with zebra stripes," Sabrina held it out above his head. "Now stop being so depressed!"

Puck eye's lit up for a brief moment as he grabbed the tape with a casual, "Thanks, Sabrina," but he immediately slumped down afterwards.

Sabrina sighed. Puck really was in a funk. Not only did he refer to her by her first name, he also bothered to say thank you.

"Daphne, have anything else up your sleeve? I'm out of ideas."

"Mm-hm. But I warn you, it's not going to be pretty."

Before Sabrina could say "Wait, what?" a laptop was slammed down in front of Puck.

"Read."

"Hm…?" Puck glanced up at the screen.

Puck's Worst Trick by livecow

Worst trick? Fanfiction sure gave him a lot of ideas… there was the credit-card stealing incident that led to his current condition, for one.

But the worst trick… No way the Trickster King was going to pass this one up!

"Well the night you slapped me after kissing you, I thought that would be the perfect opportunity to start my plan…"

Puck just spilled it all out.

[Sabrina's thought] Puck thought it would be funny to pretend that he loved her for all those years?

EPILOGUE

Puck was in a connivance store and the most beautiful girl walked in. This time he was sure it was love.

"…"

Finally, Puck spoke. "Holy shi-"

Sabrina glared at him.

"-take mushrooms." Sabrina nearly puked as she remembered yesterday's dinner. Shitake mushroom and pureed cow tongue casserole topped with mustard seeds. Puck liked it well enough- he got to eat his brother's namesake, after all- but Sabrina preferred foods that didn't taste her back.

Suddenly her disgusted look turned serious as she thought about the meaning of the story.

"Puck…you wouldn't…?" she left her sentence dangling uncertainly as she turned to look at the fairy.

"Nah. I'm not that good of an actor," Puck replied, picking his nose.

"Don't pick your nose when you say serious stuff like that!" Sabrina screeched, trying out her newly-learned ax kick on Puck's face to cover up her relief. Puck retaliated by bonking her on the head with his wooden sword before crawling away on his hands and knees.

Mission get Puck un-depressed, success, Daphne thought. Although I seem to have caused some emotional trauma... She looked up at Puck making faces at Sabrina while he dangled from the light fixture. Desperate times called for desperate measures though.

Unfortunately, Puck had better memory than Daphne had given him credit for. He suddenly did a half flip off the ceiling and landed back in his original seat with perfect accuracy.

Damn fairy genes, thought Sabrina as she watched him with envy.

Puck sighed. "I want my loofahs…and my Pepsi…and everything else I ordered…"

Sabrina blinked. When did he order this stuff…?

Plan B, though Daphne, opening another window on the laptop.

"Puck, read this."

Puck lifted his head listlessly and was greeted by the words,

Worst Story EVER! Do Not Read For Own Safety! by yorkie999777000

"Eh…I don't feel like it…" Puck laid his head down on the table again.

Oh, goody, Daphne thought. I get to try out my first language/hand sign combination spell.

Sabrina was startled as Daphne suddenly began chanting in Latin while weaving a piece of string between her hands like cat's cradle. Even Puck raised his head for a moment to eye her curiously before dropping his head down again. It all looked ridiculously complex, but Daphne performed the spell flawlessly, having practiced many times to get the timing between the spoken part of the spell and the woven part right.

"Umbra," Daphne finished, holding out the strings - which, to experienced cat's cradle players, now resembled the formation known as "cat's eye" – to the back of Puck's head. Suddenly, her shadow condensed and darkened around her feet before it darted out to merge with Puck's, whose shadow also began to disobey the laws of science.

Sabrina was speechless for a moment. "Wow…what was that?"

"It's a type of mind control. It gives me the ability to mentally command Puck to do anything I wish-" to demonstrate, she had Puck lift up his right arm, "-but it takes a long time to prepare, which could leave me open for a counter attack."

"Wow," Sabrina repeated. "What was that last word you said?"

"Umbra, Latin for shadow. It's a Latin spell. And now," she announced grandly, lifting her arms up in a useless but showy gesture, "let's keep Puck out of his depression, at least until his 'lewphas' arrive."

"I'm sure this is breaking some law about freedom of movement or something," Puck grumbled as his eyes began to read the page of their own account.

"It's freedom of speech," Sabrina said, amused, as she began reading over Puck's shoulder to see what Daphne had cooked up this time.

They were in his room, that is, Puck and Sabrina, they were yelling, loudly, rudely, making un-writable remarks to one another.

Sabrina began to cry.

"Why do you do all of those pranks on me?" Sabrina yelled/asked.

"It's because I love you baby! Run away with me and never return!" Puck smooched her passionately.

"Oh yes! I love you too! But what about the barrier. It is the one thing that separates us from being together forever, that and your lack of hygiene." Sabrina whispered tenderly and longingly into his ear.

"I'll find a way! We will always be together." He said before going back in for another kiss.

Sabrina's eyebrow was twitching violently. Eh…? Who wrote this?

"Grimm…I think there's something wrong with your eyebrow…" Puck said, turning around to look at Sabrina as Daphne released her technique.

Sabrina's eyebrow continued to jump. She noted with relief, however, that he had gone back to calling her "Grimm".

"Oh really?" she said sarcastically. "Tell me, Puck, have you even felt a sudden urge to kill somebody?"

Puck looked thoughtful for a moment. "Ah…yes, I have."

"And what did you do?"

Daphne looked frantically from one teen to the other. On a second thought, this was a bad idea.

"I did it very carefully so it looked like they were mauled by a bear."

A really, really bad idea.

"I see…well, yorkie's going home with claw marks tonight."

I gotta stop them.

"You want to come, Puck?"

I need a distraction.

"Wouldn't miss it for an episode of Mythbusters tonight."

No, I'll be the distraction.

"AHHHHH!" Daphne cried, collapsing dramatically on the ground. Ouch, my shoulder.

"Daphne!" Sabrina ran over, nearly stepping on Daphne in her haste. "Are you okay? What's wrong? What did you see?"

Puck was equally frantic. "Was it something you ate? Did you get enough sleep? Speak to me, Marshmallow!"

"No, I'll be fine," Daphne murmured faintly. "That spell is just a bit exhausting…"

Both teens breathed a sigh of relief.

"Here, let's put you in bed so you can rest," Puck said in a rare moment of kindness. He carried her princess-style to her room, where Sabrina tucked her in before turning back to Puck.

"Okay, Daphne seems okay, so let's go now."

Oh no, Daphne groaned inwardly. They're still planning to do it, aren't they?

She opened her mouth to scream, Wait!, but before the word had fully formed on her lips the doorbell rang.

"I have a delivery for a Mr. Jake Grimm," the delivery man announced when Puck opened the door.

"That'll be me, thank you," Puck said, accepting the package and signing the receipt. Closing the door, he sat down and opened the box for his long-awaited loofahs.

Sabrina watched as he pulled sponge after sponge from the – apparently enchanted – box. "Err…I don't mean to pry, but… how did you pay for all that?" she asked quizzically, eyeing the cage he was currently trying to get out of the box.

Suddenly, Jake's voice was heard throughout the entire house as he screamed, "WHEN DID I PAY 186 DOLLARS AND 46 CENTS FOR TWO DOZEN LOOFAHS, SIXTEEN BOTTLES OF PEPSI, 4 CAGES, TWO BOTTLES OF LAXATIVES, 6 CRATES OF EMPTY GRENADES, A PAIR OF HEADPHONES, 18 PACKAGES OF POST-ITS, A SLINKY, AND A SHEAF OF COLLEGE-RULED NOTEBOOK PAPER?"