Enjoy! By the way, I may change things, such as dialogue and minor plot events.

BOOK SIX

Puck's POV (start from the beginning)

I'd had such a strange dream last night. I'd been stark naked, walking down on a path. Then, to my utmost horror, none other than Sabrina had appeared, floating a foot above the ground, her pink insect-like wings flapping. I had begged her to get me clothes, and she surprisingly obeyed, flying off, returning with a shirt, some jeans, and sneakers by the bush so I could dress. Then, even more surprisingly, she flew away without a smart-aleck comment about my nakedness. Relieved, I dressed and continued walking down the path. But people stared at me, and I realized I was naked once again. Sabrina found me again, and told me clothes couldn't hide who I really was. Thats when I awoke, angry and embarrassed. Even in my dreams, Sabrina was a pain.

I stayed in bed for awhile, before climbing out of bed, and into the bathroom. I was embarrassed to be doing this, but I was changing into a whole new person. Bottles of cologne, moisturizer, razors, and many other things were hidden in a cabinet of the bathroom. I was so self conscious these days, and I wasn't sure why.

I applied the moisturizer, and scrubbed my face. I then attempted to shave, but cut myself in the process, a little bit of blood trickling down my chin. I wiped it with my hand, frustrated and irritated.

I sat on the toilet, my head in my hands, when someone banged on the lid. I cowered back, and slowly lifted it. Then I gasped loudly, and nearly fell over in shock. I mean, who would expect a little man to be sitting in your toilet in the middle of the night?

"Who goes there?" his voice was squeaky and annoying. I yelled for Granny Relda, and slammed the toilet lid back down. The family came running. Uncle Jake, Granny, and Daphne were immediately by my side.

"There's-*gasp*-a man-*gasp*-in the-*gasp*-toilet!" I told them. "Mom, you should stop giving the kids spicy food. It gives them nightmares," Uncle Jake said to his mother. "I'm not kidding! Look for yourself!" I said, gesturing to the toilet. They both crept to the toilet and lifted the lid. The man sat there, cursing me out, his long red beard dipping into the water. Granny shut the toilet lid just like I had. Then, a door slammed an we turned.

It was Sabrina. Her blond hair was dirty and messy, and her eyes were half closed. "What the hell are you all doing?"

"Language, fairy," I snapped. I didn't want Daphne cursing like Sabrina did. She rolled her eyes at me. "There's a man in the toilet, 'Brina," Uncle Jake said. "Oh. That's Seamus. Since Canis is in jail, I can't look after you all at once. So I've hired a security team." Sabrina shrugged, and crossed her arms over her green tank top.

"Why is he in the toilet?" Granny wondered. "He's guarding it! Duh!" she explained. "How many more leprechauns are in the house?" Daphne asked. "That was the only one," she replied.

"Good," I sighed in relief. "But there's about a dozen trolls, some goblins, a few elves, and a chupacabra staking out some other vulnerable parts of the house." I gasped. "There are freaks all over the house?"

"Freak is a really ugly term. It highlights how ignorant you are. This is the twenty first century you know," Sabrina replied. I clenched my fists and lunged at her. "I'm gonna highlight your mouth, pal."

"Give it your best shot!" Sabrina teased. Then she froze, and walked up to me. She placed her finger over my cheek and wiped something wet off my face. "Why is there blood on your cheek?"

Aw, shit, I thought. "I fell off the bed and cut myself," I lied sheepishly. She studied me for a moment, before stalking into the bathroom and opening the toilet lid. "I didn't sign on for this abuse, Sabrina," Seamus grumbled. "I quit!" Sabrina glared at him.

"You can't quit! Who will I get to replace you?" "Go find a toilet elf. I dont care!" he yelled, running past Uncle Jake and out the front door. Sabrina leaned against the wall, her head in her hands the way mine had been before. "I can't protect my family, I'm such a fail," she muttered, not intending for us to hear. But we did, and I felt a pang in my heart. She only wanted to protect us.

(skip to where the Grimms try to convince Sabrina to go to the library with them)

"Uh uh uh," Sabrina said, entering the room. "You two aren't going anywhere without protection." "Well, you can forget sending the little twerps with us. Get rid of the whole team," I said, rolling my eyes at the tiny fairy's face.

"Listen, dogface. Almost everyone in this town wants you dead. And dont let it get to your gas filled head that I don't want that. Because if you were to die, I know the old lady would want to have a funeral, and if there's a funeral I know I'm going to have to take a bath. So I will superglue a hobgoblin to your leg if I have to," Sabrina declared.

I was seething with rage. It wasnt that Sabrina was being stubborn about her stupid security team. It was because she called me dogface. I used to never care, and throw something back like "short stuff" or "walnut brain". But now, I did care. Why did I care if Sabrina thought I was ugly?

"What? No comeback?" Sabrina pressed, clearly shocked. "Maybe Sabrina can fly us to the library?" Daphne suggested. "Excellent," Uncle Jake said, smirking down at the fairy. He liked her, but found that when she'd thought he'd taken her role as protector it was amusing to see her disagree with everything he said. "BORING!" Sabrina cried.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was under the impression that you were some kind of mischief maker. I remember a time when you would have jumped at the chance to sneak out without my mother knowing," Uncle Jake said, clearly enjoying himself. "Oh well. I guess you've lost your touch."

Sabrina scowled and glared a fiery glare at my uncle. "I have not lost my touch for mischief! I invented mischief!" she argued, placing her small hands on her hips.

"These days you seem to act more like a good little girl than someone called the Trickster Queen. In fact, I'm surprised people don't mistake you for that other little midget fairy who followed around a guy in tights. What's her name?"

"Don't you say it!" Sabrina warned. Daphne winked at her uncle, and continued.

"I know who you're talking about. The one who twinkles like a little ball of light. She flies too. What's her name?"

"I mean it! Don't you say her name in front of me. That little brat is a washed-up has-been. Don't you even compare us!" Sabrina was seething. I decided to say the words that would make her blood boil.

"Oh, I remember. You're acting like little Tinker-" Sabrina let an angry shriek silence my words. "FINE!" she screamed. "I'll go with you, but let's get something straight. I am not some goofy flying idiot who just follows around a dumbass in tights. I am the Trickster Queen: the spiritual leader of hooligans, good-for-nothings, pranksters, and class clowns. I am a villain feared worldwide and don't you forget it."

"Of course you are, 'Brina," Uncle Jake said, winking at me. "C'mon, get going!" Two enormous insect-like wings popped out of the fairy girl's back. They were bigger than her, but that wasn't saying much. They were bigger than me, though.

Sabrina lifted off the ground and buzzed above me and Daphne. She took us by our hands, and let us dangle as she flew out the window and through the air, soaring away from the house.

(skip to meeting the librarian!)

"You're a scarecrow," Sabrina said. "Actually, I'm the Scarecrow, the accomplished thinker, former Emperor of Oz, and head librarian of Mid-Hudson Public Library."

Sabrina eyed him closely. "You're made outta hay?" Her face twisted up in puzzlement. "Huh." (sorry, but Im skipping that whole conversation that comes next. skip to where the books fall on Sabrina)

"Argh!" Sabrina cried. "I'm allergic!" Surprisingly, she was actually covered in red spots across her arms and legs. She scratched away furiously at the marks, and reached for his sword. I was almost sure she'd attack the Scarecrow, but she just used it to scratch the places on her back that she couldn't reach.

"Here's the book!" Scarecrow called, and handed them the book before tumbling over to the next bookshelf. Sabrina grabbed Daphne by the wrist, and dragged her away as I followed.

"Thanks," Daphne muttered. "No thanks is necessary! Learning something new is thanks enough." Sabrina fired insults at the Scarecrow's retreating body.

"We tried to warn you," Daphne told the little fairy. "We tried to warn you," she mocked as she scratched harder at the red spots. "I can smell the books on my skin!"

"Excuse me," a voice said from behind us. I turned, and Sabrina gasped, shoving her way in front of me so she could protect us. The man in front of us wore an expensive looking suit and ruby rings on his fingers. His long curly beard and bushy eyebrows were an unnatural shade of electric blue. His body was about four times wider than mine, and he looked about eight to nine feet tall.

"Do you work here?" We shook our heads, speechless. "We're helping out the librarian," Daphne said, and Sabrina shot her a glance that I couldn't decipher. The man frowned. "That fool will be no help. I don't suppose you can point me to the law books?" I shrugged. "Sorry."

The huge man stalked away, grunting as he moved. Sabrina snatched both my sister and me and pulled us to the ground. "Do you know who that was? That was Bluebeard," Sabrina said. "He's the most villainous Everafter in town."

"I thought you were the most villainous Everafter in the town," I answered. "Besides me," Sabrina said as she peered around the corner. "He's a recluse. I hear he has a mansion up on Mount Taurus, but no one has seen him in years. I heard Charming told him to stay out of town. I guess now that there's a new mayor, he's doing what he wants."

"So what?" I asked. "Just cause Charming banned him from town doesn't mean he's a criminal."

"Shhh! Bluebeard is famous for being married almost fifty times, and each of his wives had a nasty habit of losing their heads." "So he drove them nuts?" Daphne asked.

"No, I mean he chopped their heads off with an ax, duh!" I shuddered, remembering Oberon's threat to kill Sabrina with an ax when we'd gone to Faerie to save her. She still doesn't know most of what happened while she was in her cocoon stage.

(skip to where Sabrina appears when Puck tries to break into the bank)

"Puck Grimm turns to a life of crime. I'm so proud of you." I recognized the voice immediately. It was Sabrina, and she had my rock clenched in her little fist.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded, yanking at the fairy to get her in the shadows. "Keeping an eye on you, since you got past all of my security."

"I'm not going to stay locked in the house 'cause you said we had to. I can take care of myself," I growled. Sabrina's face turned red. "Sorry Mr. Tough Guy. But you're an ungrateful jerk. Do you know how much I have to pay all those creatures to watch you sulk around all day. Do you appreciate it? NO! You run around this town like an idiot, as if you had a death wish. Well, listen pal, if your family gets killed, then I'm out in the cold. That means no more free meals, or cable TV. And don't let your ego get bigger, but I would follow your family to death, since they're the only family I have left."

"I appreciate your efforts, 'Brina. But they're in my way now. I have to get something from inside. I plan on breaking something to get in there." Sabrina raised her eyebrow, but grinned. "I'm in!"

I saw Sabrina play a tune on her flute as tons of little pixie lights buzzing in front of Sabrina. "We need to get in." They zipped off, obeying her unspoken command. They appeared on the inside of the glass door. They swung it open and I said in Sabrina's ear, "Look for safe-deposit boxes on the back wall."

We searched for a few minutes before we came across the box we needed. TH192. Sabrina grinned, and slammed her fist into the box, smashing it open. We looked inside. "What's so important about this?" I couldn't lie to Sabrina to save my life.

"When we were in New York, Hamstead gave Daphne this key and told her it contained a box with a powerful weapon. He told her to get it in case the Wolf ever took control. Hamstead said it was the only thing that would stop him," I said. "If he gave it to her, why'd you have it?" Sabrina questioned. "She doesn't understand," I stated. "You stole it?" I nodded.

Sabrina sighed, and looked disappointed. I tried not to let this get to me. "What? Are you disappointed? Is the Trickster Queen going to give me a lecture on being a good person? I'm doing this for the good of us all," I argued. "This weapon might be able to fix Mr. Canis and fight the Scarlet Hand. Then you could let your security guards go." Sabrina still looked at the floor, and I felt disappointment radiating from her. I fought the urge to cry, because Puck Grimm does not cry.

(skip to where Sabrina handcuffs herself to Puck)

"WHY?" I yelled, as the whole family snickered at my situation. "Because you refuse to work with my security staff, so I have to be your personal bodyguard. Trust me, spending 24 hours with you is not exactly a dream come true." Then to my horror, she opened her mouth, and dropped in the key before smiling sweetly up at me. I rolled my eyes down at her before smirking. "Well, Sabrina," I said. "We have lots of work to do today." "NOOOOO! I AM ALLERGIC!"

(skip to Sabrina telling Puck he doesn't need the products and that)

"Look, Puck. I am a lot of things-mischeivous, mean-spirited, and obnoxious-but they don't make me a bad person. They make me immature. You, however, are skating very close to the line. You stole from someone who trusted you and then lied about it." I was forced to stay in one place as she finished talking. I felt my heart crack a little from disappointing the fairy.

"But what do I know? I'm not supposed to be a good person, Puck. You are though. Your sister worships you and thinks of you as a role model. Don't you think its kind of odd that the Princess of Juvenile Delinquents is teaching you right from wrong?" Sabrina fell silent, leaving me to mull over her words.

"By the way," Sabrina said softly. It had been an hour since she'd last spoken, and I was surprised to hear her still awake. "You don't need any of the beauty products."

So there. Im done! Review please!