A/N: I am… I am just… so so sorry. I understand if you throw stuff at me, I won't even move if you do. I am just a horrible person… sorry. I have my reasons why I stopped writing; you do not want to hear them though… So anyway I realize that yes, a bunch of the story is crap… so I going to try to change that THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ALL THE REVIEWERS and I am SORRY if I never replied to your awesome reviews, and THANK YOU RANDOMCHICK you are really the reason for this update.

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Recap:

"Alright… Well the younger John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt is doing well. It's actually weird, every since I complained to him about you once, he always asks about you… Wait a second, now your asking about him, do you two know each other?!" He realizes.

"Yes." I answer.

The Past's Not Always in the Past Chapter 9

Sabrina's POV

"How?" Puck asks, he's very curious now.

"That's not important, besides I don't have to tell you, I won the football game." I grin a cocky grin as I remind him of my victory. Puck just huffs.

"Can I have their address? Oh! Or their phone number, that would be so much better." I ask.

"No." Puck says simply. I glare at him harshly.

"Well why not!" I yell, he has no idea how much I need to talk to him.

"I think the actual question is, why would I give you their address? You haven't given me any reason to. My question is still unanswered." Puck argues.

"Well Puck, if you want your face to remain the way it is now I suggest you tell me." I say in a dark scary tone that he has never heard me use.

I see fear in his eyes… but he's Puck, both annoying and persistent. "Like that scares me. Incase you've forgotten Grimm; I've heard that threat a thousand times before, what's different this time? Are you going to do one of your flipidy flips over me? 'Ohhhh I'm sooo scared'." Puck says the last part in a high squeaky voice.

"No, I wouldn't do that, I would do something so much worse." I say in that voice again.

"I'm not telling you anything unless you tell me how you know him." Puck persists.

I weigh my options for a minute and then decide to take the easy way out of the situation. "You know how I box and stuff, well, their boxing gym was the first place I learned how." That's not a complete lie, but it's not exactly the truth either. I might be willing for my family to see the real me, but I'm not ready, nor do I think I will ever be, for my family to know what I have been through, or what I have done. I have done some bad stuff that I could have avoided doing, or could have handled better than I did. I do not want or like pity, and I'm not completely ashamed of what I did, I did what I did to keep Daphne safe. But I'm afraid if my family knows what I have done, I will become ashamed, and they will be disappointed in me. Guilt washes through me as I think back to what happened.

"Oh." Puck says while still taking in the information I just gave him. "But… but that means you were living in the Bronx and Daphne said that all of your foster parents never let you do anything, So that means you must have had to escape one of them to do the boxing. Don't tell me at ten years old you were walking around the Bronx alone!"

Crap! I think, he is not as dumb as he seems, that must be because he is actually trying now… Although, I was a little offended that he thought I couldn't handle myself then. But I guess it's understandable though, I mean, a ten-year-old taking care of herself and her little sister, in the ghetto? Beside he didn't even know me then.

I quickly recover from my scrambled thoughts and come out with a good explanation. "I guess she never told you about the Sylvan's." I say covering my mistake with a fake foster family.

Puck just shrugs it off and I let out this breath I didn't even realize I was holding.

"So what's his phone number?" I ask.

"Oh right, one sec." he flew off after that. Shortly after he handed me a small piece of paper with the phone number on it.

"Took you long enough." I say gruffly. Puck scowls in return.

"What, no thank you?" Puck calls after me as I'm walking down the stairs.

"Nope." I call back.

I am now on top of my tree house, which has a flat roof (more like a porch). Out in the middle of a meadow, in some of the forest that covers Ferryport Landing. It's a beautiful view you can see everything from up here, the one mountain in Ferryport, Baba Yaga's hill, town center, lots of gorgeous farmland, and finally our itty bitty house, that looks more like a cottage from here, which is a little ways from the center. I am so at piece here, it's so… serene.

I have my Mom's cell phone in my hands; I had to use my sneak skills to get it, because, now that the war is over, why would I need one. I will never need one for an emergency I can handle myself, and as far as my parents knew, I didn't have any friends that had phones either.

I take the number that Puck gave me out of my pocket and dialed it.

"Hello?" said a voice that I knew very well.

"Xavier? What are you doing on John's phone?" I ask laughing slightly because I can hear John and Schmidty fighting in the background.

"Twenty?!" He asks with disbelief in his voice.

"The one an only." After I say that I almost throw up and how much I sound like Puck.

"I can't believe it." Xavier says to himself.

"Well you better start, or it's gonna take way longer than I would like it to, to catch up on what has been going on in your life." I say sarcastically.

"It is you!" He says joyfully. I laugh again; Xavier and Daphne are a lot a like.

"Yeah, so what's up? What is this fight about?" I ask referring to the loud voices in the background.

"Same old, same old, John's saying they should use the money they have to buy new punching bags, and Schmidt's saying they need the money they have for the rent." With the war I completely forgot about how important money is. Before we moved in with Granny I knew how important money was, believe me, for Daph and me, sometimes it was the difference between a full stomach and starvation. I got a wake up call when Heart taxed us out of our wits to try and drive us out of town, but after that was the war and the need for money slipped away with magical food everywhere. We always had what we needed. So when I heard that I almost dropped the phone, and what made this even more awful, is that even though we now have a lot money, if I sent John and Schmidty some money, I know them well enough that I know they would just send it back.

"Oh." I reply to Xavier, still in my thoughts.

"Yeah, you alright Twenty?" He asks concerned, he knows that my answer was a bit off.

"Yeah, Yeah. Um… so I found my parents." I say trying to change the subject.

"That's amazing Twenty! So no more evil foster homes, no more Smirt, no more hiding?" He asks hopefully.

"Yes, no more, I live in upstate New York with my Uncle Jake I never knew I had, my Grandmother I never knew I had, my granny's friend Mr. Clay, both my parents, my new little brother Basil, Daphne of course, and two kids my Granny adopted. Red, who is like another little sister, she is Daphne's age, eight. Also Puck who is my age, and is the bane of my existence, he's like a fly that won't go away." I say.

"Twenty, I know you can take care of yourself, but I have to ask… has Puck ever… done anything to you…" He asks in a serious voice.

"No no no no no no. Puck actually is like my sworn "protector" he is just very annoying, he has never done anything seriously bad." I say trying to clear this up. I'm sure if Puck heard me, he would be furious.

"Oh, okay." I can tell he is not still 100% sure though.

"If you don't believe me, ask John, they are actually old friends." I tell him knowing this will put his mind at ease.

"Alright," he says convinced "So how's my Princess?" He asks now in a playful tone.

"Daphne's good, happy as ever, if not happier now that we found out we have this huge family and are not on the run from evil foster parents and Smirt." I say smiling.

"Who's that?" I hear someone yell to Xavier, I'd know that voice anywhere.

"See for yourself." I hear Xavier reply to the person as he passes off the phone.

"Hello? Who is this?" He says.

"Hey, the younger John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt, how's it going?" I ask

"Sa-Sa-" He starts stuttering but I cut him off.

"Hey, don't blow my cover, it's Twenty remember." I say in a playful tone.

"Twenty! It's so good to hear your voice! How did you get my number? Are you in Ferryport? Are you angry with me? Did you find your parents? How's Princess? I heard something about a war, what happened?"

"Whoa, slow down, and you might want to go in a private place before we continue this conversation, and this is going to take some time." I look down at my watch as I say this because I was thinking about time, and it read… "Whoa! I know I called you and you just got on the phone John, and I know you have a lot of questions but I'm late for our family BBQ I'll talk to you later I swear, I just really got to go. Oh by the way if you didn't already know, Ray and Chris are here." I say 'Chris' with strong distain. "Alright, say hi to Schmidty for me, and bye to Xavier so bye!" I hung up the phone.

I could see the decorations on the house from up here, so I ran inside the tree house, through the portal, out my bedroom, downstairs, and out the backdoor, I could not believe what I saw.

What Sabrina didn't know is that while she was apologizing for having to hang up is that John was trying to tell her something that would have caused her to not have been as shocked as she opened to back door. Another thing Sabrina didn't know was how happy it made John to hear her worrying about something as simple as being late to a family BBQ. John now knew that he made the right choice in calling Smirt to take Sabrina and Daphne away, even though they took his happiness with them.

OKAY SO DON'T FREAK Sabrina and John are NOT going to end up together. This is my longest chapter by far; I was trying to make it up to you guys even though I know this is not nearly enough.

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