Okey Dokey. So I'd sent this chapter to my BETA (Cool Beans :D), and recieved it back in really good time for me to read through it once more and post it up with the authors notes and such. This was a few days ago, I think Sunday.

So, just 10 minutes ago I was thinking, "Crap. Why haven't I gotten ANY comments for my newest chapter? Its been up for days!"

It hadn't been up for days. I hadn't actually posted it. And for some unknown reason in my head, my brain had tricked me into thinking I'd read through the chapter, copied and pasted it into a DM file and updated.

This why I am (once again (feel free to pelt me with your rotten vegetable of choice)) late to post this chapter.

I do not own the Sisters Grimm, all rights to this Sisters Grimm rightfully belong to Michael Buckley and Amulet Books. I do, however own this plot and any copyrite infringements regarding my plot will result in execution. Via leprechauns and other various green creatures.

Chapter 6, in which Sabrina is rained on, climbs a tree, and tackles Puck to the ground.

The rain was pouring down in buckets as I walked home. My hair and clothes were drenched. I was walking alone, seeing as Puck had flown home after school. Daphne was on another one of her dates with Hayden, and Red was volunteering at the new animal shelter. Something like that, anyway.

I walked side by side with the dark forest that was –essentially- my short cut home. But I didn't want to take the short cut. I liked the rain. Other people hated it, but I loved it. It all came down to my childhood, when my mum always told me that the little splash that a raindrop made on the ground was a rain fairy. I used on the sit on the steps of our apartment building for as long as the rain lasted, watching each tiny fairy dance away with all it's friends.

Speaking of my mum, she'd probably be really mad at me when I got home. Did I mention that I'd gotten expelled for breaking my probation? The principal had quietly taken me out of class to tell me that today was my last day at Ferryport High.

And speaking of Ferryport High, or rather a particular few students that attended… I was being followed. By none other than Jeb and a bunch of his goon friends. Puck's words about how Jeb's friends were going to deal with me had been playing in my mind the whole way I'd been walking home.

To be honest, I was terrified.

If they went through their threats, I wasn't going to stand a chance. These friends of Jeb- Michael and Andrew- were both on the football team and were- as the kids say these days- "packing da guns". Imagine that little bit in the quotation thingies in this big tough Arnold Schwartz voice. Yeah. I bet you're quivering in your shoes now, huh?

"Hey, Grimm!" Michael shouted at me. I kept walking, and glaring on ahead. The stupid jocks were ruining my deep and inner thought session.

"Hey, Grimm!" He repeated, laughing along with his friends. I let out a frustrated sigh, but kept going forward.

"Hey, Grimm!" He said again.

"What?" I whipped around, glaring at him. Michael was a particular kind of dumb. I mean, not dumb as if he would smash rocks against his head all day, but dumb like he wasn't smart and was particularly crude.

Andrew nodded at me, mockingly. "Hey…." He said in that way that regular guys do, which I always made fun of with Puck.

I growled and turned back around to hop over the metal barricade and entered the forest beside me. I wanted to get home the quick way now. I pushed past the thick bushes that guarded the forest, stumbling over a tree root as I emerged into a small clearing.

"Hey! Brina! Don't leave!" I heard the three boys rustling through the bushes behind me. Damn. They were going to be persistent.

I started to jog away, looking for a good tree to climb. I knew that they could outrun me, but I also knew that they wouldn't be able to out-climb me. Four solid years of training with Mr. Canis hadn't done nothing for me.

I turned, and saw them running after me. Now I knew something was definitely up. I looked a little more thoroughly for a good tree to climb, until I spotted one just a few yards to my left. I'd have to jump and hoist myself onto the lowest branch, but I'd be fine.

I made a quick left turn, then nimbly jumped to catch onto the branch. It was kind of hard work, but I managed to get myself on it. And after that it was just a matter of picking which tree branches I should step on the get to the top.

"Hey! Baby! There's no need to be shy! We don't want to hurt you." Michael jeered.

My eyebrows furrowed in disgust at the name. "Get lost! Leave me alone, you perverts! And don't call me 'Baby', or I'll find a knife to castrate you all with!" I threatened. My heart was racing. They wouldn't do… you know to me? Would they? No, probably just throw a few punches or kicks. Hopefully.

"You climb trees don't you Jeb?" Andrew laughed, "Because even if you don't, there's a hot chic waiting at the top for you." They all snickered, and I snarled at them.

"Perhaps I would like to climb the tree, then." Jeb answered in an amused tone. He reached up to the lowest branch, and with ease pulled himself up.

I was terrified, my hands shaking and my knees aching to give way, out of fear. But I wasn't going to show it, and I certainly wasn't going to let my fear get in the way. Within a second I had analysed all of my escape routes and decided my best chance of getting away: climbing down to a point where I could jump out of the tree and make a bolt for it.

Quickly, I hurried from branch to branch, shifting down the tree quickly. I knew they were watching me and had probably guessed my plan. Finally, I reached a place in the tree from which I could jump, and turned myself around, slightly letting go of my firm grasp on the tree. Looking down to the ground, I faltered, gasping as I pull myself back against the tree. Andrew was standing below me, arms spread wide as if he was ready to catch me.

"Come on, Babe! Jump! I'll catch you!" He teased.

My nostrils flared, and I jumped out of the tree, my leg stuck out stiffly and my foot aimed at Andrew's face. As if in slow motion, I saw the grin slowly melt from his face and his arms slowly making their way up to shield his face, just in time before I hit him with full force. He fell to the ground and I tumbled over him. I sprung to my feet, and broke into a run.

I heard their angry shouts, and turned my head briefly to see Michael and Andrew sprinting after me as Jeb jumped down from the tree and joined the chase. Andrew had blood flowing down from his nose and over his snarling lips.

Damn straight, Andrew. That's what you get when you call me 'babe'. But my feeling of supremacy was short lived. They were gaining on me, and fast.

I tried to run faster, leaping over every tree root or log blocking my way, winding around trees at top speed. Finally I saw a clearing ahead. I knew that was the edge of the forest, just under a kilometre from my house on the tall hill. Just a bit further, and I passed the final tree where the house was in plain sight.

"OOF!" I felt a hand grab hold of my long blond hair and I was yanked backwards. My head hit the ground with a thud and my sight was overtaken by a blinding white light. I groaned angrily, the aching feeling shooting around my head and creeping down my neck.

I was roughly rolled onto my back, and my arms were forced to be clamped down to the ground above my head. I squinted as my sight began to clear and I saw Michael's face right above mine as he knelt over me, smirking.

I wriggled and thrashed around, trying to break free from the grip the boys had restraining me, but they just held me down with even more force.

"I'm going to have fun with this one." He purred, tracing a finger along my jaw-line.

I screamed as loud as I could, my heart thumping at double its regular pace, pounding my chest with each beat. A hand was shoved over my mouth, and Michael began to slowly, teasingly unbutton my shirt. In an attempt to break free, I hacked up all my spit, and spat into whoever's hand was on my mouth.

"HELP!" I squealed at the top of my lungs, before a fist was brought down on my stomach, and the breath was knocked from my lungs. I took in gulps of breath, and then the hand was once more over my mouth.

"Shutup!" Jeb ordered me, and Andrew snickered. My button-up shirt had been pulled over and above my head, and Michael was in the process of greedily pulling my singlet over my belly as he nibbled my ear, when all of a sudden he was lifted off of me into the air. I felt the strong hands on me loosen, and that was all I needed, everything I'd been waiting for.

I jumped up from the ground and did a spinning kick that connected with Andrew's face. I spun around and hit Jeb in the stomach with a punch, before kneeing him in the head. Now that they were out of my way, I looked up to the sky to see who'd yanked Michael off of me. I saw buzzing pink insect-like wings and the back of a dark blond haired boy.

"Puck!" I called out, as Puck dropped Michael 5 feet to the ground and bonked him over the head with his toy wooden sword.

He turned and came zooming towards me with lightning speed, roughly pulling me off the ground and into the air. He flew over the row of trees around our house, and up to my window. It was nailed shut, so he flew around to the front of our house and threw me through the window of granny's bedroom where I landed on her bed.

Puck flew in and closed the window behind him. He rushed over to the bedside, looming over me. It reminded me of Mike. Images from just minutes ago began to rebound around my head… his body mere inches from mine as he greedily tried to take off my clothes, his lips on my neck...

I froze and backed away from the fairy, staggering to the furthest corner from him in fear.

"Grimm! What did they do to you? Are you hurt?"

I took in gradual breathes, and stood shakily, my eyes wide with fear. I was rocked to my core. A wave of emotion was drowning me. I couldn't take in everything that had happened.

But I did take in one thing, one overwhelming question who's answer was best kept out of my reach; what if Puck hadn't seen what Jeb, Andrew and Mike had been doing? What if he'd gotten there too late? Or worse, if he hadn't gotten there at all?

And with that thought, came a rush of gratitude and the unexplainably vital need to hug the boy. I ran across the room, hopped over the corner of the bed and came crashing into Puck, sending us falling to the floor in a heap. I ignored that I'd probably hurt Puck as I clung to him desperately. Tears leaked from my eyes, despite how hard I was trying to keep them in, and I buried my face into his neck. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around me and we stayed in the moment for what seemed to be hours. I simply sobbed and cried while he rubbed soothing circles on my back.

Puck was the best friend I could have ever had! He was nice and cool and funny and always there when I needed him! He'd saved me from Jeb and his friends, even though I'd been the biggest jerk to him!

I finally stopped crying and my tears dried, sniffing as I nuzzled into the crook of his neck and he pulled me closer to him as our legs intertwined. I think that's when I registered everything that was happening and snapped out of it.

Here I was, lying on top of Puck, crying while we cuddled each other and held each other and he was stroking my damp hair and I was... nuzzling.

My eyes snapped open, and I nervously craned my neck to look up at Puck. He was smiling down at me, his green eyes staring straight into mine with such… such care. I almost felt like I actually- no. I was not liking this. This was horrific! It was practically incest! This guy was like a brother to me! And we were- he was... GAAAAGGGHHHHH!

I rolled off of him and stood up quickly. I felt more tensed than I had ever been in my life, more awkwardness than one singular person should be subjected to. He slowly picked himself off of the floor, and looked down at me with that caring look that he'd been giving me. Which, by the way, was driving me nuts and made me want to claw my eyes out.

"You okay, Grimm?" He asked softly.

My jaw clenched, shoulders stiffened and toes curled up inside my shoes.

"Yeah," I mumbled, before turning and escaping, leaving Puck in Granny's room. I stiffly but briskly walked across the hall to the room that Daphne and I shared, threw the door open, slammed it behind me and collapsed down on the bed.

I'd let myself get way too vulnerable just there. Like some petty princess who needed someone to save her every waking moment of her life! He probably felt like such a mighty man right now. Ha, 'saving me'. His ego was already inflated enough; he didn't need me to waltz right up to him and basically start making out with him like he was oh-so-hot and oh-so-great and- ugh… so STUPID!

I hated this. I'd thrown myself at him, literally, and hugged him and cried on him and buried my face into his neck! Goats, I even felt his heart beat! I'd breathed in his scent and felt his soft neck-skin. HIS SOFT NECK-SKIN? WHAT THE HECK WAS WRONG WITH ME?

It made me sick, just thinking about it! He probably thought I liked him now. Even worse, right after he'd asked me out and I'd made off with it like speedy-gonzales. He was probably getting hopeful, and I was the one fuelling this misconception he had of me. Like an idiot.

I picked up my desk-lamp and hit myself over the head repeatedly before setting it back on my bedside table and throwing my blankets over my head.

Then I remembered that I hadn't been wearing a shirt throughout the whole incident. Just a tight singlet. My proper shirt was probably lying at the edge of the woods in a puddle or something. I was mortified. Ashamed.

There was no way that this day could've gotten any worse.

Goats, his NECK-SKIN? You 'gotta be kidding me.

What'll happen next? I know, but you'll only find out on Thursday*!

And jokes about the little thing at the end of the disclaimer.

Thankyou to all my lovely (*cough* 2 *cough*) reviewers! I love you all, which is especially easy because I only have 1 person to love! *cheesey grin* jks, I love even the people who don't review. And hey, even the people that hate me.

Except you.

Yep.

You. *narrows eyes*

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*don't hold me to this... Please, you'll only get hurt. Now, GO! Save yourself! Leave me! Little Johny needs you! *eyes flutter shut, and death slowly takes over my body*... AND CUT!
Fainting Goats, I watch too much TV. And leave very long ANs... Yeah, I'll go now...