AN: Sorry for the extensive delay! I really wanted to write this chapter, but it kept getting put off more and more and more... better late than never, I guess. I really want to thank you for keep on reading this, reviewing, etc. It means so much to me, thanks! :)

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Sisters Grimm. Actually, I don't own any book series. But, you already knew that.

Sabrina's POV

I groggily stumbled down the loft stairs to get to the cabin's main floor in the quiet morning. It was eerily quiet here. Not one bird chirped, no mice scattered (I was glad about that!) and there wasn't anyone here but me. I didn't even have that weird 'being stalked' feeling. My stomach growled interrupting the silence, and I figured the last thing was I ate was dried pickled prunes (I had one bite because I thought they were funny looking grapes or raisins.) which I ate two days ago.

I walked into the small, like everything in this cabin, kitchen and saw a mini-fridge. It didn't look like it fit the style of the house at all. I opened the door and saw the most disgusting looking foods you would see in your worst nightmares. I would have gladly ate a few helpings of dried pickled prunes instead of the mystery food in the fridge. I really couldn't tell if the food in the jars were meat, fruit, veggies, or some other thing, so I let my stomach grumble a little longer.

CLICK! CLICK! I abruptly turned around to see nothing. I went back to trying to find a way to make my plan work when I heard it again. CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! It sounded like someone tapping on glass. I carefully approached the window, ready to fight if necessary. I didn't see anything, but I heard one more 'click' sounding like it was coming from below me. I looked down and saw a little pixie dressed all in green with messy blond hair sitting on the window sill.

"You're Tinker Bell!" I said, totally shocked. Nothing should surprise me anymore, but meeting an everafter is always a little weird. The little pixie rolled her eyes at me as if to say 'Duh!'. A million questions flowed into my head but I settled for just one at a time."Why are you here?" She put one hand one her hip and stared at me.

"Oh right, you can't talk." This was going to be one long day.

Puck's POV

I was flying through the forest forest when I heard a noise behind me again. "Who's there?" I called. I didn't get a verbal response, but then, out of then air, came a glop grenade speeding toward my head! How dare someone attack the Trickster King with his own invention! I thought. I could almost feel steam coming out of my ears.

"That one turned out better than I planned!" A boy's voice said in between bursts of laughter. Did I mention I was furious?

"Who are you? And how did you get the glop grenade?" I demanded into the forest, completely enraged.

"You're not the only one that has fairy minions, you know. And you actually know me pretty well, Puck." The boy jumped out of the tree. "Nice to see you old friend." he said with as many layers of sarcasm as there are layers in a double chocolate wedding cake.

"Why are you here, Peter?" Peter Pan was here in Ferryport Landing! Peter and I met each other a longtime ago. All of us Everafters were moving to America with Jacob and Wilhem on the boat. Except when we got there, the ship needed repairs so we had to wait around for a week. That's when I met Peter *.

We both tried pranking each other, and soon it became a full out prank war. There wasn't one day that week that I wasn't covered in mystery substance, bitten by bugs that magically 'appeared' down my shirt, or pranked by some other elaborate scheme. And I made sure that Peter always had to watch his back, too. To say we hated each other's guts would be the understatement of the century.

I was not going to let that annoying, good for nothing, smart aleck, Peter Pan ruin my life. I wanted adventure in a new place, and he was going to mess it all up! So I did the only thing I could, I stopped him from leaving with us. I made sure everything in his day went wrong so he ended up running late. He could have got another ship, but that would have taken a while, and his ego was already bruised enough.

"Just happened to be in the neighborhood, so I thought I'd stop by." he said.

"Why are you really here?" I said, my eyes narrowed.

"I met your 'Granny' Relda when she was world traveling. She was really nice and told me about her being a fairy tale detective. In return for her getting me out of a, difficult, um, situation, I told her to call me if she need any help or if anything happened. This looks like it qualifies for both. By the way, everyone back at the house is freaked out because you're missing." then he mumbled under his breath, " I don't get why they're not celebrating that you're gone..."

" I can't go back."

"Why?"

" They have Sabrina. She's my uh, um, friend. And if I don't go back they'll-"

" I get it, lover boy." he said with a softened face, like he was remembering something from long ago.

And for some reason, I believed him.

AN: Remember this little starry thingy * ? Well, I was doing some research and I wanted to get Peter and Puck to meet, BUT, Puck was already locked in Ferryport Landing before Peter Pan was created. Soooo, I thought, the writers document the Everafters, not create them, so Peter and Puck could have met! Yea! Also, I found that in the Peter Pan books Tinkerbell doesn't talk, but when she 'talks' it sounds like bells or wind chimes. See? I did my homework (which reminds me I have an essay due on Tuesday!). Thanks for reading and please, please, please review!