Daphne was down stairs brewing a cup of coffee, when she felt an unexpected tremor coarse threw the house. Earthquake? She thought, but there where never earthquakes in Ferryport Landing. Her question was soon answered when she heard a very familiar voice yelled out a very familiar name.

"PUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!" the voice screamed. Leaning against the counter Daphne smirked as she took a sip of her steaming cup, holding up her left hand she counted down three, Two, One, And as if right on cue her old sister, Sabrina, came stomping down the stairs.

"What did he do this time?" Daphne asked, but again, her question was answered when Sabrina came into view.

A noise that was a cross between a short laugh and a choke escaped Daphne's lips. It was hard not to laugh when her sister stood in front of her in a towel, her hair sticking straight up in every which way, like one of those punk rocker hair styles.

"He put honey in your shampoo bottle again didn't he," the younger sister asked handing her cup of coffee to Sabrina, who needed it more she did. Sabrina nodded and took a swing. That's when Mr. Trickster king himself walked into the kitchen, "that's a nice look for you, Grimm." He said scanning Sabrina up and down, "ugly hair to go with your ugly face," he smiled in triumph as she stomped out threw the door and up the stairs. Daphne watched him in displeasure, "puck, didn't you stop doing pranks like this when you were oh, I don't know, say 12?" the 26 year old now towered over the girl—sporting a wicked smile. "The jokes with never die," he hissed.

Daphne scoffed, she didn't have time for this, and because the door bell just rang signaling her boy friend was here. "Sure, well I've got to go so don't stress my sister out to much, please?" she asked grabbing her coat, one that had many pockets sewn into it, (sound familiar?) and ran out the door.

Puck smiled, granny was out with red somewhere and puck had the house to himself, minus Sabrina.

Running into the kitchen puck began turning on the stove and cracked what looked like a pink egg onto a pan, it popped and sizzled until it looked fully cooked. Scooping it off the stove and putting it on a plate, puck proceeded to pour ketchup on it.

It was then he heard someone walking down the steps, he followed the foot steps with his ears until they sounded in the kitchen doorway, keeping his back to her—he waited.

"Where is everyone?" the voice asked, only for her question to be answered by a plate of ketchup and eggs get whirled at her head. The ketchup dripped from her face and on to the floor, it was clear Sabrina had gotten all the honey out of her hair. "Really?" she asked in defeat. Puck laughed uncontrollably. Sabrina groaned and kicked him in the head before running up stairs, a few tears running down her face.

Puck watched her run up stairs and did have a slight thought of maybe he went a little too far. Sabrina how ever ran into the bathroom and didn't even bother to shut the door all the way before she started to ball with tears.

It wasn't just puck, he was part of it don't get me wrong, but there where other things on Sabrina's mind as she stripped of her clothes so she could—yet again—take a shower. She wanted to leave, go home—back to New York, and she was planning on going threw with it, but she didn't know how to break it to her sister, who she knew wouldn't come with her. She was turning 26 and she wanted to start her life, but she can't if she's being held a prisoner in this town.

Sabrina picked up a brand new shampoo bottle and sniffed it before putting it in her hair. To her luck it was just shampoo and not something puck snuck in. she thought about puck, he's been childishly pranking her a lot lately, and it was starting to make her situation worse.

Turning of the water, the tears where still falling, she had called her mom last night, they where ready for her to come back when ever she was ready, and she was thinking about leaving to night.

The only reason she was waiting this long to leave was she was waiting fro someone. But her waiting was in vain. "Sabrina?" a voice said from behind the door. Quickly wiping her eyes Sabrina pulled a towel around her body and peeked out from behind the curtains. "Yeah?" she asked, her voice broke a little—a straight up sign that she had been crying, so much for trying to hid it.

What ever puck was going to ask first—he forgot—instead he was now concerned about that crack in her voice, "have you been crying?" he asked.

Sabrina sighed, it wasn't like she could hid it anymore, she steep out of the shower, tightened her towel and stepped out in the hall where she saw puck was leaning against the wall. "Hey, what's the matter?" he asked, scared she might start crying again. He was a guy, the guyest of guys, he couldn't handle it if she started crying.

"Nothing," she said leaning against the wall with him. Puck laughed slightly, "one thing I've learned is that that's a load of B.S."

Sabrina felt I ping of annoyance, "puck," she said—her tone of voice made him serious instantly, "I'm leaving,"

The surprise was so great, all Puck managed to say was, "oh," he didn't even have to ask her to explain. He knew she wanted to go back to New York, what was he supposed to say to that?

Sabrina wanted him to say more, but she knew he wouldn't. Why would he?

"Well have fun then," he said rather aggressively walking down the hall and into his room. Sabrina wanted to follow him, but who knows what might happen with those monkeys while she wearing a towel.

Sabrina slumped back to her room and proceeded to get dressed before brushing her hair, by this time she had stopped crying. But she couldn't help think about the way puck ran off when she told him.

After Sabrina was finished getting ready she walked down the hall to the fairy's room. No one answered when she knocked on the door. "Hello, puck?" she called from the door, again no one answered so she just walked on in.

When she opened the door, the well familiar jungle and sky greeted her. She could see the ice cream truck and trampoline in front of her. The boxing ring with the kangaroo was in the corner. But the kangaroo and horde of flying monkeys were no where to be seen, and neither was puck.

Sabrina made her way across the room and into the forest where she heard a noise. Looking up she almost screamed, it was the monkeys, as if on a whim she covered her head and ducked. She waited but they didn't fling poo at her like they always do. Something was up.

Meanwhile

Puck was sitting on the beach looking out at the sun set, he was hurting inside. Sabrina was leaving and he hadn't told her yet. He didn't want her to leave, maybe if he told her she wouldn't leave. But… he was—as shocking as this may sound—scared. Puck the trickster king was scared. But he didn't grow older for just anyone.

He heard a noise suddenly near the forests edge then. Turning around he saw the one who he had grown older for.

"What are you doing here?" puck muttered tossing a rock into the water. "To see if you where doing okay." Sabrina said sitting down next to him on the beach.

"I'm fine," Sabrina chuckled.

"Yeah right, what's with you? You've been pulling pranks on my non stop lately," puck turned to her a gave her a weird look as if to say 'you have got to be kidding me," Sabrina saw the look and corrected herself. "and don't get me wrong I know you live to pull pranks but putting poop in my pillow? Honey in my shampoo? Um… eggs thrown at my face, it's like your 12 years old again," puck laughed.

"Yeah they've been pretty bad lately haven't they, guess I've been off my game," he said looking out at the ocean. "You off your game, whoa… I never thought I'd see the day." Sabrina giggled. Puck thought he would die. Her laugh is amazing…

"So can I ask you something?" puck said turning to face her. Sabrina thought she would die, is he going to ask me?

"Why do you want to leave so bad?"

Sabrina breathed deeply, puck waited.

SO!?!?!??!?! Tell me what you think… I'm not sure I really like it all too much….