A/N: I'll alert everyone now; this is not a happy romance between Sabrina and Puck. It's not even a sad romance between them. I hope that was already clear, but I'm just making sure y'all know. Also, thank you very much Evil Scrapbooker for reviewing—seeing your reviews made my day. (To anyone else who reads this: that was meant as a not so subtle hint to please review, even if it's to criticize).

"I'm still in high school. I'm not getting married," Sabrina told Puck on her birthday in the hope of buying herself at least a few more months of peace.

"But this is your last year," he reminded her.

"Puck, I'm not marrying you."

He seemed to ignore this statement, just as he always did, but he allowed Sabrina to leave all the same.

"Puck tried to get me to set a wedding date again," she told Daphne that night.

"That's adorable!" her sister squealed excitedly.

"No, it's obnoxious. I'm not marrying him. Ever."

"But why not? You guys would be so cute together," she protested.

Sabrina sighed. The two of them had been through this conversation many, many times before. She gave the younger girl a look that clearly conveyed her annoyance at the question. "Because, Daphne, he's self-centered, immature, and cruel."

"He's not that bad," she countered. "He helps us a lot when we need him, and…"

Sabrina cut her off. "Just because he helps us out every once in a while doesn't mean he's not a jerk on the inside. He is rude to me, he doesn't care about anything I say, and he refuses to just leave me alone after I've told him a million times that I'm not going to marry him."

Daphne looked shocked at this. "He's a good person," she insisted.

"If you think he's so great, why don't you marry him?" Sabrina snapped.

"You were married to him when we went to the future," she said quietly.

"The future was terrible. The Scarlet Hand basically took over and killed everyone, our parents never woke up, you had a huge scar on your face and didn't have a sense of humor, I was married to Puck, and Mr. Canis turned into the Wolf forever. Luckily, we changed all that."

Sabrina did not sleep well that night. She kept having dreams where she wound up married to Puck as a result of elaborate and impossible situations no matter how she tried to avert them.

"Happy birthday, Sabrina," her friend, Amy, said when she arrived at school the next morning.

"Thanks," she said, trying to force a smile to her face.

"Oh," she said. "It was one of those days, wasn't it?" it was hardly a question.

"Yep."

"Hey, do you want to come over to my house after school?" Amy offered.

It would be a huge relief to be able to escape from being stuck with Puck. Sabrina managed a genuine smile at this prospect. "Yeah. Hey, did you do the math homework? I didn't really understand it."

"Yeah, and guess why? My brother is living with me and my mom again and he's super good at math. Anyway, he can probably help you too when you come over." Amy said.

The two girls sat down at one of the lunch tables and pulled out the problems that were assigned over the weekend. Naturally, as usually happens when 'non-math-people' are confronted with math, they didn't talk about the work that needed to get done.

"Really? I don't think I've actually met him, have I?" In the four years that she had known Amy, she could not recall ever having seen the girl's twin brother.

"No, he moved with my dad when we were nine, so… yeah..."

"Is he coming to school here?"

"Tomorrow is his first day. But Puck was seriously proposing to you again?"

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "He doesn't even propose. He just orders me to set a date for our wedding and continues to be his usual jerky self." She finally looked over at her friend's paper. Where had those numbers come from?

"And Puck-Sabrina stories have to be called Puckabrina because if it were the other way around, it would be Suck." –something humorous I read somewhere