A/N: Okay, I know I put this story on indefinite hiatus or whatever it is you call it, but I just finally came up with a plot idea. It came to me while I was sitting in gym class bored out of my mind. At least it's good for one thing - it gives me plenty of time to come up with fanfiction ideas.

So! It's all going to be based off a certain fairy tale (of course) that I think is by the (real) Grimm brothers, it may not be and it probably isn't, and I'm going to have to reread it twenty or thirty times to get all the info I need to write this but hopefully it'll be worth it.

Warning: MAJOR AU. As in, major, major, MAJOR AU-ness. Granny Relda, for one, might not pop up, unless I come up with a way for the antagonist to destroy the border (whoops, spoilers). Neither will anybody living in Fairyport Landing, obviously, but Uncle Jake will probably make a few appearances. And, obviously, Mirror will not be the bad guy. Oh, and there probably won't be a Scarlet Hand, either. So, yeah, just get ready for total other-worldliness.

The entire Grimm family was gathered around Puck when he finally woke up. The first thing he noticed was that he was tied to a chair.

"Stupid humans!" he shouted as he tried to free himself. "I am Puck, the great Trickster King! You cannot-"

"We took your flute, too," Henry commented as he held up the afore-mentioned wooden instrument.

"What did you do to my minions?" the boy demanded. "If any of them have been injured in any way, then Grimm or not, you shall pay!"

"Oh, shut up," Sabrina snapped, then punched him in the shoulder.

"Sabrina!" Veronica scolded. She grabbed her daughter and pulled her away from the tied-up fairy boy. "That's no way to treat a guest!"

"A guest?" Sabrina stared at her mother as though she'd gone mad. "He's not a guest. He's a crackhead burglar! Guests don't come in through the window in the middle of the night, into somebody's bedroom, and then attack you with mosquitoes!"

"They're not mosquitoes!" the boy objected. "They're my pixie minions!"

Sabrina rolled her eyes and looked at her mother. "See? He's nuts. Pixies don't exist any more than fairies do."

"Oh, and I'm sure that you know about Ever Afters sooo much better than the prince of Faerie does," he retorted.

"See? He's delusional!"

"What does de-loo-sho-nil mean?" Daphne asked.

Veronica answered before Sabrina could. "It means that he's imagining things that aren't true. And," she added, "he isn't."

"Isn't what?" Daphne asked, frown lines furrowing her forehead.

"Delusional."

"And he is," Sabrina added.

"Wait a minute." The young girl's forehead was so wrinkled with confusion, it looked like a bird's-eye view of a plowed field. "Is he delushonal? Or is he not delushonal? Or is he really a fairy?"

"He's not a fairy, and he's delusional," Sabrina said at just about the same time as Veronica answered, "He's really a fairy, and he's not delusional, honey. Don't listen to your older sister."

"No, he is not a fairy!" Henry snapped. "There are no such thing as fairies! Or Ever Afters!"

Daphne shot her father a curious look. "What's an Ever After?"

Veronica shot her husband an exasperated, sometimes it amazes me how dumb you can be look. Henry looked like he wanted to slap himself.

"I am the prince of Faerie! I am the Trickster King! Robin Goodfellow! How dare you lowly commoners ignore me!"

"Dad," Sabrina said, whirling upon her father, "this guy isn't serious, is he? No way fairies exist!"

Veronica laid a soft hand on her husband's arm. "I think it's time we told them the truth," she said softly.

"No!" Henry shook his head madly. "What about our forgetful dust?"

"Ran out months ago, when we had to stop that Ever After from killing us to free his family. Remember him?"

"Yeah." Henry sighed. "One of the kids of The Old Woman who Lived in a Shoe?"

"Yup." Veronica nodded.

"What are you talking about?" Sabrina yelled. Her head was beginning to seriously pound. "Who the heck is the old woman that lived in a shoe? What are Ever Afters? What the heck is forgetful dust? Please, don't tell me you guys are just as crazy as he is!"

"Don't you remember?" Daphne said, wide-eyed. "The old lady that lived in a shoe is from a fairy tale! But dad wouldn't read it to us. Remember?"

"If she's from a fairy tale, then she's not real!" Sabrina yelled. "Which means that one of her kids could not have tried to kill our parents! Which means somebody here has got to start explaining!"

"Calm down, sweetie." Veronica shot her husband an angry look and patted her daughter's shoulder reassuringly. "Take a seat. We'll start explaining right away."

THIRTY MINUTES LATER...

Sabrina stared at her mother. Daphne stared at her mother. Both of them were wide-eyed and gaping like fish out of water.

"That is zamazingsome," the younger girl said in awe. "Ever Afters! Does that mean Cinderella and Rapunzel and Sleeping Beauty and all those princesses exist, too?"

Henry smiled wearily. "Yes," he answered. "They were rather...good friends of ours, back when we still lived with them."

Daphne squealed and bit the palm of her hand. It was a new habit she'd picked up from one of her friends. "You lived with them? What about Goldilocks? And the three little pigs? And-"

"Yes, many of the fairy-tale characters were our neighbors," Veronica cut in with a forced smile. "Henry also knew some of them. Goldilocks, especially, was one of our...very good friends."

"How is it that you girls know abut all these fairy tales, anyways?" Henry cut in, glaring at his daughters. "I thought I'd already made it very clear to you that fairy tales are forbidden!"

"Why is nobody paying attention to me?" Puck shouted. "I am the Trickster King! Prince of Faerie! I-"

"Shut up!" all four Grimms shouted at the fairy boy.

Sensing that something was wrong, he instantly quieted - something that even Daphne could tell was not something he usually did.

"Dad, we go to school," Sabrina grumbled. "They tend to read us books there. Especially in kindergarten. Half the fairy tales we know were told to us by our kindergarten teachers."

Henry's face turned bright red. "You girls are going to be home schooled from now on."

"He-lloooo!" Puck shouted. "Prince of Faerie here! Mr. Trickster King himself, in the flesh, tied to one of your chairs! And if that isn't enough, then maybe you stupid Grimms will be interested by the fact that I've been banished!"

"What?" Veronica exclaimed. "Your mother banished you?"

"Yep," Puck replied, sounding - and looking - very pleased of himself. "I put a potion in Dad's tea one day that turned him into a snail for a week. Don't think he liked it - he left slime all over my sword. Anyway, as soon as it wore off, he told me to never come back, and boy oh boy, am I glad about that!"

"But...but..." Veronica gaped at him. "You're the prince of Faerie! They can't just banish you! Besides - I've told you over and over not to come here!"

"Oh, whatever," Puck replied, rolling his eyes. "Grimm, let me out of here already. I'm hungry, and besides, it's not like I can do much without my pixies."

The mischievous look in his eyes told Sabrina otherwise. "So, what's your name again?" She crossed her arms and glared at him. Something about him ticked her off. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but whenever she looked at him, she felt the urge to bash his head in. Inexplicable. "Sir Poopy-Face? Mr. I'm-A-Little-Brat? Or maybe..." She wrinkled her nose and leaned back as far as possible. "Stinky?"

He glared at her, and she could tell that the feeling was mutual. "Oh, yeah?" he shot back. "What's your name? Ugly?"

She curled her fingers into a fist, but before she could land a good hit on his nose, her mother grabbed her shoulder. "Sabrina. Deep breaths. Remember?"

Sabrina scowled. She remembered all those anger management lessons, all right. She just didn't want to use any of them.

"Puck." Veronica turned back to the fairy boy. "Why don't you go to Granny Relda in Ferryport landing? I'm sure she'd be happy to take you in."

He frowned. "Yeah, well, did you know that place is surrounded by a barrier that keeps Ever Afters in? I never knew that! I'd rather fly around this place - what's it called? Nude Yuck?"

"New York," Sabrina said through gritted teeth. "This city is called New York."

"Oh." He shrugged. "New York. I'd rather fly around here and play pranks on all the humans. That would be way more fun than being stuck in some place for the rest of my life."

Veronica sighed. "Well, that settles it, then. I guess you'll have to stay with us."

"What?"

"What?"

"Ooh!" Daphne squealed. "A fairy! Living in our house!" She turned to Puck, wide-eyed, with her hand in front of her mouth, ready to bite. "Can you do magic?"

He grinned at her. "Yep! I can transform into an elephant, if you want."

She squealed again and bit down on the palm of her hand.

"Veronica!" Henry yelled. "What are you thinking?"

Veronica had blanched. "Well," she said faintly. "Obviously, there will be some rules - proper hygiene, for one, and no pranks or magic, for another..."

"Mom!" Sabrina stared at her mother in shock. Was she seriously suggesting that this...this...fairy boy live with them? "No! What're we going to do about school? And food? And-and where's he going to sleep?"

"Well, I thought that maybe you could go sleep in Daphne's room, and Puck would stay in yours..."

Sabrina gritted her teeth. It was official.

Her life had been turned on its head, flushed down the toilet, and gone straight down into hell.

A/N: I'm probably gonna skip all the stuff about Puck assimilating (not) into the Grimm household and go straight to the action...or basically, on Puck's first day in the Grimm household, disaster strikes. Yay for plots!

And just so you know, I can't remember any of the insults they used, therefore you will be hearing a lot of "smelly" and "ugly" and "grimm" and anything else I remember reading in the books or fanfictions. Like "stinkpot." That's a good one!