Don't Forget Me
A Sister's Grimm Fan Fiction
Sequel to A Little Less 16 Candles
Chapter 2: Homeward Bound
A/N: I understand that both Sabrina and Puck seem a bit OOC, but this is an AU story. Sabrina never lost her parents and we don't know what she would act like if that was true. For all we know, she became the way she appeared in the books because she lost her parents. And since Puck never had that phase where he met Sabrina and was confused about his feelings, he didn't prank her constantly. He immediately knows he loves her because of the flash-back-dreams that he's been having. I just wanted to clear that up before I got a ton of reviews telling me how OOC I was making them appear.

Sabrina crawled out bed early the next morning, knowing that she probably looked like hell.

She hadn't been able to sleep at all the previous night, and when she had, she had been cursed to dream about Puck, the mysterious boy that she just couldn't stop dreaming about. Each dream was so magical and so realistic that she woke up shortly after it began with a start, drenched in a cold sweat as she tried to catch her breath and calm herself after the adventures they went on.

The knots in her hair were unbearable and she could feel them pulling and worsening as she tried to finger comb them out as she made her way towards the kitchen for breakfast. She felt sticky from the sweat she had been working up due to her nightmares and her black wife beater was clinging to her body while the hem of her red short shorts were sticking to her legs yet ballooning out above that in a rather odd looking fashion. She was a sight for sore eyes, that was sure.

"Relda, you know what Hank will say if I even suggest us visiting." Veronica was whispering into the phone. Sabrina stopped, hiding behind the kitchen counter so her mother wouldn't see her if she turned around.

Something was going on, and Sabrina wasn't the Queen of Sneaks for nothing.

"I want to visit you as much as you want me to visit. And I'm sure the girls would love to meet their grandmother, but you know how Hank is. He'll never allow it...well, what do you want me to do?" Veronica asked, pausing for a beat before she continued in that scolding voice she always used to discipline Sabrina and Daphne when she knew they were lying. "Relda, you and I both know that you are perfectly healthy and I refuse to lie to Henry just so he will go to Ferryport Landing. He hates it there and he thinks its dangerous." Veronica insisted.

Ferryport Landing.

The name was unknown to Sabrina. She had no clue where that was and she wasn't sure it would be on any map she looked at. But, she did know something about it. That was the place in her dream. All of her dreams took place in that town and something told her that it was a magical place. She was meant to be there and if she was there, she would find the boy from her dreams. Puck was in Ferryport Landing and if she ever wanted to figure out her dreams and what they meant, she was going to have to travel to Ferryport Landing and find him.

And judging from her mother's conversation with whoever she was on the phone with-apparently her grandmother-the town must be pretty small. There was no way her father could hate living anyplace that was familiar to New York City. Besides, she knew that her father had grown up in a small town.

It wouldn't be hard for her to figure out who this Puck guy was and she was sure that just as soon as she arrived she would be able to pinpoint him. Guys who looked like that didn't usually blend in very well in small towns. Guys who looked the way he did didn't really blend in anywhere. He would stand out as model-worthy in even New York City.

"Relda, I'll talk to him but I'm not making any promises. He's going to say no, I can almost guarantee it. I understand that you want to see him. I want to see you and he wants to see you. But he doesn't think it's safe to be there after what happened to Basil." Veronica said, quickening her pace at parts as if to make sure she wasn't cut off. "I'll get back to you as soon as I have his answer. I promise." She said and Sabrina was sure her mother was rolling her eyes.

Peaking around the counter, she made sure her mother still had her back to where she was. Confirming that she was safe she popped up and took a few motionless steps.

"Morning," She greeted as she slid onto a stool at the island in their kitchen. "You're up early," She said brightly.

"I could say the same to-you look awful," Veronica said, her cheerful expression turning into a horror struck one as she turned around to face her daughter. "Did you sleep alright?"

"Pretty well," Sabrina shrugged. "Were you on the phone?"

"How much did you hear?" Veronica sighed.

The one thing about having a smart mother was that she tended to catch Sabrina in every single sneaky attempt she made. She couldn't do anything without her mother knowing about it. Sometimes, Veronica knew what Sabrina was planning before Sabrina was even sure of the plan herself. Those were the times that really scared her, because it showed just how similar she was to her mother.

"Who's Relda and where's Ferryport Landing? And why isn't it safe? Also, who's Basil?" Sabrina asked.

"Relda and Basil are your paternal grandparents. They're your father's parents and they live in Ferryport Landing. Your father doesn't think it's a safe place because his father died in an accident there. It's a small town and everything about it is totally harmless, especially when it's compared to this city," Veronica explained quickly as she turned back to the counter.

"Can we go? To visit her?"

"Visit who?" Sabrina's father asked, his strong, deep voice filling the room as he walked into the kitchen, a wide happy grin on his face.

"Your mother," Veronica answered shortly.

"My mother?" Henry stopped, his smile fading away as his entire personality changed.

"She just called and asked if we wanted to come visit her. Can we go?" Sabrina asked cheerfully.

While Daphne was the all-around daddy's girl, Sabrina still knew all the right strings to pull to ensure that she got whatever she wanted when it came to her father. If she wanted to go to Ferryport Landing to meet her grandmother, Henry wasn't going to say no.

"Sabrina, you don't understand what it's like there." He sighed.

"Then explain it to me. Or better yet, let me go and find out for myself. Please, daddy?" She asked, looking up at him with those puppy-dog blue eyes that she had mastered over the years.

She had learned from her mother that the best way to ensure that she always got her way was to pout her lips and make her eyes water up a little bit. When it came to her father, he would melt and give in to all of her demands. Even the strong, independent and stubborn Veronica Grimm would turn into a depressed little kid when she wanted something from Henry and knew he wasn't going to say yes. So, if her mother was going to have to stoop to that level, so would Sabrina.

"I don't think it's a good idea," He shook his head.

"Don't think what's a good idea?" Daphne wondered as she made her way into the kitchen.

"Going to visit our grandmother."

"Sabrina, our grandmother's dead," Daphne said in a confused tone.

"No, she isn't. Mom was just on the phone with her," Sabrina insisted.

"Seriously? Then why did you tell us she died? I thought lying wasn't a good quality to have and that we should never do that?" Daphne asked, turning to her father with a disappointed look on her face.

"It's not. I was...wrong," He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Sabrina had never once seen her father appear so flustered before. He was confused and frustrated and he had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to do in order to get his children to stop pestering him about something he didn't want to do.

"I say we move there. Relda's old and she must need help around the house. Lord knows that Jacob isn't going to be of any help," Veronica spoke up, finally giving her input in the situation.

"Who's Jacob?"

"Your uncle," Henry blurted.

"You have a brother?" Daphne's eyes grew wide.

"You three all really want to go to Ferryport Landing? And you really want to move there?" Henry asked, turning to Veronica with betrayal sketched all over his face.

"Yes," They all answered at once.

"Well, I'm clearly outvoted. Call her back and tell her we're going. We can leave by the end of the week," He sighed, shaking his head in defeat as he turned and walked back towards his bedroom.

"What's going on?" Puck asked, walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge.

He was exhausted, and he knew he looked horrible. His hair was probably all messed up, his face faded of all color, and his eyes had bags and circles under them. He didn't even want to think about what color they were since he couldn't figure out his emotions. And that was what his eyes were based on. They were probably a swirl of rainbows, and he'd seen that once before. It was terrifying to look at and it could scare people who weren't prepared for such a thing.

He'd been having those dreams for the past week, non stop, without any sort of a break. And in each one, the final one he had was always the one of them in the Book of Everafters with that magical kiss that made his heart stop and his brain hesitate. That kiss that made him fall in love with a girl he didn't even know.

So, he'd taken to not sleeping, in an effort to avoid the dreams. But all that helped him with was torturing himself. He was exhausted and he could barely function. All he wanted was a break from the dreams so that he could finally sleep.

It was ruining him, tearing him apart as he tried to survive, day after day. What power did this girl have over him that she could effect him so strongly? He didn't even know her yet she was delaying and ruining his life. But, he couldn't bring himself to be upset. He couldn't bring himself to feel anything other than love towards her. And that made it even worse, because he didn't know how to survive if he had to go on dreaming about some mystery girl he was in love with that he would probably never meet. He didn't know what to do with his life without her, and he'd never even spent any physical time with her.

Yet those dreams were so real. They seemed as if something had actually happened. They made it seem as if all of those moments in his dreams had actually happened and he was just reliving them via his subconscious mind.

"I need to start getting the house ready. We're going to have five more people moving in," Relda answered him.

He paused, closing the fridge without grabbing anything to eat. He turned towards her, jaw dropped and eyes growing wide. Five more people in the house with the freakishly tall Big Bad Wolf in his human form, the little old lady, their monster dog that was the side of a horse, and himself? He couldn't picture any more people moving in.

"Who else did you invite to move in?" Puck groaned, knowing he was being a little rude.

Relda let him live there because she didn't want him out on his own and as a favor to his mother. He had no right to complain about any of her choices. Yet sometimes he couldn't help himself.

"My son and his wife are moving to Ferryport Landing. I didn't see a problem with having them move in as I didn't see a reason for them to buy a new house. Their daughters are going to be here as well, as will their baby boy." Relda said with a bit of giddy, childish excitement taking over her face.

"Your granddaughters?" Puck froze. "Sabrina and Daphne?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Those are my only granddaughters," Relda replied simply.

"When are they coming?" He asked.

"They should be here any minute," She answered.

"What? Why didn't I find out about it until now?" He asked, eyes widening once again in panic.

Sabrina was going to be there and she was going to be there soon. And he looked like a zombie. He looked like a scary freak of nature. How could he ever have anything with this amazing girl when she would probably think he was nothing more than a loser?

"I didn't think you would care," Relda shrugged.

"I'm in pajamas! I'm not even wearing a-"He cut himself short when he heard the slam of a car door outside and swore under his breath.

Relda flashed him a warning glance as he crossed his arms over his bare chest.

They were there. They had arrived and he wasn't even wearing a shirt.

"They're here and it would be nice of you to go and help them with their bags," Relda said.

Her tone implied that he really had no choice in the matter.

He sighed as he turned around and followed her, trying to settle his emotions so his eyes weren't a scary rainbow of emotions and ran a hand through his hair repeatedly as he tried to manage the tangles and wavy mess.

As soon as he stepped out of the door though, he was frozen and unable to move.

Standing besides the car was an average height girl with long, wavy blonde hair in a sun-kissed shade of gold. Her blue eyes were bright enough that he could make out the color from where he stood. Her long legs were all muscle and her arms were defined with the same muscle. And her body was one that even an inhuman Everafter male had to admire.

She wore a pair of cut-off denim shorts that left her legs bare and her hugged her ass. She had on a simple black tank top that left little to be imagined with the size of her chest, and while Puck knew he shouldn't be admiring that, he couldn't help it. She was impossible to not stare at. She was gorgeous and all he wanted was to be with her. He wanted her. He needed her. He absolutely had to be with her. It wasn't possible for him to go on without her.

Sabrina Grimm lowered her head almost immediately after he walked outside.

She hadn't expected that it would be so easy to find him, but only a few minutes after entering the small, obviously boring town, she was almost face to face with him. She had already found the boy from her dreams.

And he was even better than her dreams described.

Sure, he looked absolutely exhausted and his hair implied that he had just woken up, but bed-head was a good look on him. With his messy, dirty blonde locks and his stunning eyes that seemed to change color with each passing second, he was clearly used to commanding and demanding attention, especially from the female population. He was tall, and tall enough to he could tower over her and he was well built, as she could see from his lack of a shirt. But, he wasn't overly muscular, in the scary kind of way. Just biceps that were like Channing Tatum's and abs like Taylor Lautner.

Even with the exhausted look he had going on, he appeared just as cute as he would look when he was actually trying. Somehow, he managed to have that 'troubled-soul' vibe with his light amount of facial hair that needed to be shaved and the dark circles around his eyes. It was a good look for him, and Sabrina was finding it near impossible to make sure she kept her head low.

Because she couldn't stare at him without turning bright red at the sight of a very attractive, very shirtless male who just so happened to be the same age as her. Especially when he had been the main feature of her dreams so many times, when they had been doing much more than standing before one another, avoiding eye contact.

Speaking of which, he hadn't really looked at her. He'd been looking everywhere but at her, at least directly, since he had exited the house.

And that made her panic as she started to worry if there was something wrong with her.

Could she honestly be so hideous that this gorgeous type of boy couldn't even look at her? Did she have something in her teeth? Or worse, was there some sort of stain on her clothing or her face?

"Who's the hottie?" Daphne muttered, tumbling out of the car as she tripped over her own two feet with her hands full of her bags. "Because I could get used to guys like that. Do they all look like that? It would make me very happy if they did," She grinned slyly as she tried to adjust her hands to get a hand free of her many items she was holding. "How old do you think he is?" She wondered happily.

"Too old for you. And he's not that great looking," Sabrina rolled her eyes as she pushed away from the car and started making her way towards the house with her parents.

"What's your problem?" Daphne muttered bitterly, her good mood fading due to Sabrina's bitterness.

Daphne shook her head as she made her way after her sister and her parents, doing her best to look as un-clumsy as she possibly could as she tried to condense her bags so that she only had to carry two of them.

Sabrina was a little bit peeved off with the way her sister was acting. How could she possibly be so immature when it came to boys? Couldn't she see how rude this guy was? Did good looks mean so much that personality meant nothing?

But, Sabrina knew she was being harsh.

The only reason she wasn't interested in him was because he wasn't paying her any attention. Sabrina didn't think she was one of the prettiest girls around. She didn't think her body was one that turned heads whenever she walked by, but she knew that she normally got some sort of a reaction from a boy. She understood that she was pretty enough that guys usually noticed her because she had long blonde hair, a slender face, sharp features and a pouty mouth. She was well aware that her curves were enough for males to instantly debate ways to get with her.

How could this boy be so different that he offered no reaction to her assets?

She bit her bottom lip as she tried to think about what could possibly make him act as if he wasn't interested in girls at-wait a second, maybe that was it. Could the boy of her dreams actually be gay? Could the boy that she'd been fantasizing about and dreaming about kissing and so much more with be interested in the opposite sex of herself?

But...no, it couldn't be. There was a certain way that boys normally presented themselves when they were homosexual. And he stood there as if he knew he was strong and as if he was well aware of how good looking he was. He acted as if he was used to females checking him out and he had that cocky, player-like smile on his face. Sabrina had excellent gay-dar and there was nothing about him that screamed out that he was anything other than heterosexual. He screamed out the exact opposite actually. He screamed out readings that he was more than interested in girls.

Maybe he had a girlfriend?

Maybe he was so in love with a certain girl that he didn't even notice other girls. That was a possibility and it was one that Sabrina was willing to admit. Still, for him to look away from her so suddenly, as if he felt like it was a sin to be looking at her, it was a little weird. Unless he was so committed to his relationship...

She had a lot to figure out.

"Sabrina, Daphne, I want you two girls to meet Robin Goodfellow. We refer to him as Puck. He's been living with me for awhile now, as a favor to his mother. She actually lived out in New York City," Relda Grimm explained to the two sisters Grimm as they sat at the dining room table with their baby brother placed on Veronica's lap who was sitting across from her daughters with Henry besides her. Relda was at the head of the table and Mr. Canis was sitting besides Henry. Puck was in the seat besides Sabrina. "And Mr. Canis, a good friend of mine who assists me with mundane tasks, as I'm not allowed to drive," she went on.

"Mom," Henry began.

"They don't know, I know. Veronica's made that much very clear to me, Henry. I don't think anything I just said gave anything away from your big secret. But, if I could just butt into your parenting skills for a moment or two, I think that the girls have a right to know about their past. And I believe that it's your place as a father to tell them. But so be it from me to be the one to blurt it out and ruin what you've been lying to them about," Relda rolled her eyes.

Sabrina sat there with her arms crossed, looking back and forth between her newly found grandmother and her father, her role model. Of course, she was grateful for the excuse to look at somebody other than the boy besides her, as her eyes kept drifting there without her conscious consent. He was just too good looking to ignore and she felt a pull towards him.

But she refused to believe in anything as cliche and foolish as love at first sight. Those sorts of things were only found in fairytales and Sabrina Grimm was smart enough to know that fairytales weren't real. They just weren't.

"My father never told Daphne or me a lie before in his life. He's open with us about everything," Sabrina spoke up, feeling the need to defend her father, even though she had no idea what the older family members were talking about.

Still, she hated to be treated like a child. She despised when the adults sat there and talked about what would be best for her as if she wasn't even there just because they didn't believe that she was old enough to make her own, responsible decisions when it came to what was best for her and would help her the most. She was sixteen years old and she was very self sufficient. She could take care of herself. She was responsible and mature. She thought she'd proved that to her parents by the time she hit sixteen, but clearly she hadn't been given enough opportunities to prove her point.

"That's what you think," Veronica replied under her breathe with a sarcastic undertone to it.

Sabrina couldn't exactly hide her shock, as she'd never once had to deal with such tension in her family before. Her parents were usually on the same page about everything but ever since the desire to move to Ferryport Landing was put on the table, there had been tensions and whispered arguments between her parents whenever they thought the girls weren't paying them any attention. Of course, she and Daphne were smart enough to notice and they caught on almost immediately.

"Henry, living in this town, being who they are, they're going to find out. They're going to learn the truth about who they are and where they came from and what exactly happens in this town. And I think it's going to be better for them if we just tell them right now and clear the air, rather than have them see something and think they're insane," Relda said gently.

"No," Henry shook his head. "I agreed to come here because it was what the rest of my family wanted. I didn't want to come here because I know how dangerous it was. Letting them know the truth is only going to put them into even more danger," He said.

It was a tone Sabrina knew well. There was no use arguing with him once he used that tone, because it meant that his say was final. He'd made his decision and nothing was going to change that. Sabrina had to deal with it on countless occasions when he wouldn't give her permission to attend the social outings she asked him about. Sabrina absolutely hated that tone, but even her mother couldn't work her magic to get him to change his mind once that tone came out.

"Henry, you are going to tell your daughters the truth about this town and who they are right now or so help me god, I will teach you a lesson about hiding who you are. I thought that I taught you better than that. Lying to your children-I never once lied to you or your brother when you were growing up. I'm not sure where you picked this habit up but I will not have it in my house. You tell them about their family and their history and their destiny right this very second or I will tell them myself, do you understand me?" Relda said, losing her kind, grandmother sense as she narrowed her eyes and glared at Henry.

Sabrina was never afraid of her parents. There was never a moment when she was willing to stop fighting with them if she wasn't getting her way. She knew that if she pushed hard enough, she'd eventually get what she wanted. All it would take was a little bit of her witty remarks. She never gave up until she got her way.

But even she was a little bit afraid when she saw the look in Relda Grimm's eyes.

That was why she didn't find it hard to believe when Henry cleared his throat and began to tell the girls about Wilhelm Grimm and his brother Jacob, their ancestors who founded Ferryport Landing. The same men who were named the Brothers Grimm and wrote the fairy tales. The fairy tales that were based on the true happenings of the people that lived in the town.

Now, for most twelve year old girls like Daphne Grimm, that would be pretty exciting and hard to believe. For sixteen year olds like Sabrina, they would roll their eyes and doubt it because nothing in their life proved that fairy tales were real. But Sabrina and Daphne had no choice but to believe what they said, as Puck stood up after a look from Relda when she took in the disbelief the girls were showing towards her, and sprouted a pair of transparent pink wings from his back, leaping into the air and flying across the table, showing off with a back flip before he landed neatly on his feet and took a bow.

"Wait, so does that mean your Peter Pan?" Daphne asked him, eyes growing wide in shock and utter excitement.

"Daphne, don't be stupid. Peter Pan didn't have wings. Besides, Granny already told us who he was." Daphne frowned, displaying her confusion. "Robin Goodfellow? AKA Puck? He's the fairy from Midsummer's Night Dream," Sabrina rolled her eyes. Daphne's confusion only deepened. "It's a play by Shakespeare." She pointed out. Daphne just kept on looking at her with that confused smile on her face. "Nobody cares about the classics anymore," She muttered.

"Preach," Puck said, banging on his chest before flashing a peace sign at her, displaying the fact that he agreed with her, as he made his way back towards his seat besides her.

Sabrina lowered her chin to hide her face as she started to giggle, not wanting to display her flushing cheeks. She couldn't help but notice the proud, sheepish smile that started to spread its way across the boy's mouth as he realized that he'd made her laugh like a little girl at his mediocre joke. And that only made her blush more and smile just a tad bit larger as she realized maybe he didn't have a problem with her. Maybe he thought she was as incredible as she thought he was. Maybe he was only acting so awkward at first because he'd never felt like that towards a girl before, and was confused.

It didn't really matter to her, of course. He was clearly an immortal creature and she'd read enough vampire-human love stories to realize that unless the mortal could be made human, there was no chance for a happy ending. The couple could stay together as long as they wanted, but one day they would have to part when she was dead and he was still young and thriving. Besides, there was the fact that he wouldn't age and she'd be getting older each and every day.

"So, Shakespeare? Doesn't that make you like four thousand years old?" Daphne wondered, peaking around Sabrina to pull focus back on her, at least from Puck. That was clearly all she cared about, though.

"I am. I just don't look it. We can control our aging. If we want to get older, we do. If we don't, we stop aging." Puck shrugged his explanation. "We have all those crazy little things. Like how we can't leave this stupid town because of some spell Baba Yaga put on the town forever ago. It's only coming down when the last Grimm dies or all the Grimms leave," He explained.

"But we can leave?" Daphne asked curiously.

"Actually...Henry, Relda-I should probably admit something to you about that..."Mr. Canis finally spoke up. He had been quiet and hadn't really said much of anything to anybody since the Grimm's had arrived at the house.

"What did you do?" Henry asked, turning his attention towards the old man.