Sorry took long to update, i swear i wrote this every free chance i got this! this kinda took a while to plot out and blah blah, but i dont think you want to hear my endless complaining.

Anyways, i always forget to put these stupid disclaimers up! stupid, stupid, me. okay, DISCLAIMER: i really want to, really do, really, really, wanna, but can't own TSG. THE sisters grimm dont belong to me. Sadly, the dude named Michael Buckley (whos and awesome comedien) owns the series.

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Sabrina swivelled around to find Puck grinning at her.

"Scared, piggy?" He chuckled.

"No...Just surprised," Sabrina scowled, turning around and crossing her arms.

"Can't sleep, huh?" Puck sat down beside Sabrina, who looked away.

Sabrina just shrugged, shivering a bit. She noticed afterwards that Puck was staring at her in amusement, and she mentally kicked herself for being so pathetic and acting weak.

"Elvis is such a pain sometimes," Puck finally said, changing the subject. Sabrina guessed he felt awkward too, even though she didn't know why. But deep down, she knew the answer that she had always pushed away.

"Tell me about it," Sabrina snorted.

"Okay, I'll tell you about it. Elvis is big and lumpy, always spitting in my face, always licking the toilet bowl whenever I'm trying to flush things down-"

"I get it, but that was just an expression," Sabrina interrupted, exasperated. "Just stop, It's annoying."

"I like you better when you're annoyed anyways," Puck grinned mischievously, but his face was slowly heating up when he realised what he had just said.

"Puberty," He glowered. "It makes me say things out loud that I don't want to say out loud."

"That must be really depressing," Sabrina rolled her eyes, but was secretly pleased with Puck's remark.

"Not as depressing as having ugly hair that would look good on cows," Puck retorted, going back to his usual insults.

"Whatever..." Sabrina muttered, ignoring his retort. She had learned from the hard way to ignore him when he said something she didn't like, even if it was tempting to insult and ridicule him back.

"What, no comeback?" Puck looked shocked.

Sabrina only sighed. She didn't know what was bothering her. Was it the fact that she couldn't have a normal life for so long? Or was it the fact that Puck was sometimes so irritable?

"Okay, some things definitely wrong with you," Puck finalized.

"No, there isn't anything wrong with me," Sabrina snapped, and she felt cranky all of a sudden. She felt... Different. No, different wasn't the word. Sudden agony inside of her sounded like the right thing. It was as if her soul were being extracted – right out of her body. She let out a barely audible scream.

"What is wrong with you?" Puck demanded, using the same line he had used a while ago when Sabrina had accidentally gotten a shard of Mirrors piece inside of her. The shard had also given her much pain because of the power it had held, but nothing like this.

This was more powerful, more painful.

"Pain..." Sabrina doubled over, and she would've crashed down if it hadn't been Puck who had steadied her.

"Do you want me to get the old lady?" He asked.

"No!" Sabrina blinked rapidly, shaking her head furiously. The pain was like a stab in the heart. It was worse than the pain she had felt when a piece of the mirror had gone inside of her.

"Okay, well, you're seriously not okay!"

"Well, duh!"

"Would you stop being so stubborn and tell me what's wrong?" Puck questioned, his anger flaring.

"I-I can't!" Sabrina moaned, sitting down on the stone again and leaning her back against Puck, who had also sat down beside her again.

"Well – you stay here, I'll be right back," Puck looked perplexed, not knowing what to do.

Sabrina shook her head again. "No, please!" Her own voice rang in her ears.

"You are just impossible sometimes," Puck muttered, but stayed put by Sabrina.

Blood thundered in Sabrina's ears, drowning out the voice of Puck. She squeezed her eyes shut, her head throbbing and her chest aching. What was happening? Perspiration formed on her hairline, but she didn't take too much notice of that.

"It's useless, you need an adult to help you," Puck finally said, sounding like a grown up, and it made Sabrina shudder just to think of that.

A strong breeze blew somewhere from the south, and it made Sabrina's hair blow in the rush of air. "Just... Don't, for the last time! I think its going to stop – soon!"

"When is soon?" Puck raised a brow in expectation. He looked serious, like some professor.

But Sabrina didn't have a chance to respond. She screamed in agony. Her mind felt like Paper – Mache. It was like tidbits of herself were ripping apart, all of them like puzzle pieces getting lost somewhere in the strong current, but then getting back together just like a jigsaw puzzle.

Sabrina let out a strangled scream once again, and she felt Puck slip one of his hands into hers. She felt grateful for that, but also a bit embarrassed. The pain decreased a little bit, and she greedily took in deep breaths out of her mouth. A burst of light erected from Sabrina, making her want to scream, pull, dig her own grave and jump inside – anything to stop the pain. And suddenly, like a wish granted, it resided.

"What just happened?" Was the last thing Sabrina heard from Puck before she passed out.


When Sabrina opened her eyes, she found herself resting on a big fluffy mattress, a blanket on top of her. She rolled on to her side, rubbing her eyes. She then sat up, noticing Daphne watching her intently from a foot stool.

Sabrina assumed this was her parents room, judging by Basil's baby bottle on the ground and Veronica's suitcase laid open by the bedside. Wait a second...Wasn't the house supposed to be off-limits because of Elvis's pungent odour? It must have cleared up, Sabrina thought hastily.

Daphne seemed to know what she was thinking, because she said, "Dad called Mayor Snow White about the problem, and she immediately sent Boarman and Swinehart to clear up the smell."

"Well, that explains it," Sabrina grumbled.

"Oh yeah, and Puck told me something happened!" Daphne moved her stool closer to the bed. Sabrina sat up, instantly feeling nausea wash over her. She quickly lay down again, sighing.

"He said something about...You in pain," Daphne continued, looking at Sabrina for an explaination.

"Yeah, it was sort of like the feeling I got when I had gotten that piece of shard glass from Mirror inside of me, and the powers it had given me." Sabrina explained, smothering a yawn. "But I don't know why this pain was affecting me. I don't even know the cause of it!"

"Wow!" Daphne exclaimed. "By the way," Daphne added slyly. "Puck carried you here all the way from outside, since you had passed out."

Sabrina could feel her face heat up, and all she could muster up was a barely audible "Oh."

Daphne giggled uncontrollably. "You should've seen him! The whole time you were sleeping, he sat by your side and kept looking at you!" She sputtered out.

"Really...?" Sabrina tried to sound uninterested. Puck never acted so...caring for anyone. He was always so self-centered. "Where is he anyways?" Sabrina tried to change the subject, but it ended up being about him.

"I don't know, but when dad caught Puck sitting by you and watching you, he just thought Puck was love struck or something. He said "Don't go near my daughter, you smelly boy!" Daphne mimicked Henry's voice. "And then Puck had to leave the room, but he didn't tell anyone where he was going. All I know is that he's somewhere outside."

Sabrina laughed nervously, thinking how in the world her dad would think Puck was "love struck."

"That's great mimicking Daphne, but I don't think dad sounds like a chipmunk."

Daphne looked stunned. "Of course not! He sounds like...Well, dad." She seemed a loss of words.

Just then, a knock came at the door. Without permission to enter, Puck walked in without noticing Sabrina awake.

"Is she alright?" Puck demanded. He eyed the bed closely, and he jumped. "She's awake? Why didn't you tell me?" He seemed mortified.

Does he really care about me? Sabrina thought, stunned.

"I wasn't checking up on you to see if you were okay, I...Uh... Was waiting... so I could pull a prank on you!" Puck started stammering, but it was obvious he was making this white lie up right then and there.

Sabrina rolled her eyes.

"What? No stinkpot?" Puck reeled back. "Are you really Grimm?"

"I can make up other insults other than "stinkpot," you know."

"Like I care!" Puck stuck his tongue out at Sabrina and dashed out the door.

"You guys are so funny!" Daphne exclaimed, biting her palm. "This reminds me of mom and dad!"

"We are NOT in love, if that's what you're thinking," Sabrina sat up and crossed her arms. She didn't feel tired anymore. But she also hated it when everyone thought that she and Puck were in "love" or something. They might like each other, but were definitely NOT in love with each other.

Daphne just grinned. "Okay, whatever you say Sabrina. I just think its Rackle Shplackle!" She pronounced it like this: (Rack-le Sh-p-l-ack-le)

"Rackle what?" Sabrina blinked, finally standing up and leaning against the bed.

"Rackle Shplackle! It means utterly insane and awesome!" Daphne clapped her hands gleefully.

"Wow, your made up words are getting bigger every day," Sabrina tried to laugh, but it was hoarse.

"Yup. I said it to the co-worker when I went grocery shopping with mom and dad this morning, and he was like, "Kids these days," Daphne shrugged her shoulders.

Just as suddenly, Sabrina's stomach growled for food. She was famished.

"Oh, yeah! You must be hungry! Let's go eat lunch," Daphne bounced around the room before slipping her hands into Sabrina's and together, they walked out the bedroom door.

"Wait, lunch? What time is it anyways Daphne?" Sabrina looked befuddled.

"Its past noon."

"Right...Okay."


At lunch, Sabrina was hugged and asked a million of questions: whether if she was alright, if the pain had subsided, or if she knew anything or had suggestions about the scenario.

Sabrina quickly answered those questions, ending with a 'no' for the last question.

"Should we take her to an Everafter docter here?" Veronica asked, clutching Basil in her arms.

"Most of the Everafters have already been gone out of this town," Granny Relda pointed out. "There aren't any Everafter doctors left in this town anymore; except humans."

"I'm alright, I feel pretty normal," Sabrina said quickly.

"As normal as a Grimm could get," Puck grumbled within earshot of her from his seat.

Sabrina glared at him. "Says the boy with the girly wings,"

"They are not girly! And I can do other things other than flying, like farting out a lullaby or turning into miniscule animals to torture you!"

"Oh, I'm impressed. I've never met such a small mind inside such a big head," Sabrina said sarcastically, stabbing her fork into the weird, abnormal food her Granny had cooked.

"I still wasn't done!" Puck insisted. "I know how to do many more things and know a lot of things!"

"Go ahead, tell us everything you know, It'll only take ten seconds," Sabrina shot back.

"Stop!" Henry banged his fist onto the table. Sabrina and Puck instantly stopped and looked at him expectantly.

That was when Sabrina realised that everybody had been listening in on her argument with Puck. It made her blood boil; of how Puck always managed to start an argument with a snarky comment – right in front of her family!

"Now, we don't have time for childish quarrels." Henry continued. "There is definitely something wrong with Sabrina, never mind Basil. He keeps scratching his birthmark."

"Sabrina, do you think the pain you had been having is related to Lagree?" Veronica pressed.

Sabrina felt like kicking herself. Of course! "I think it was about the magic inside of me she was talking about," Sabrina said nervously, biting the inside of her lower lip.

"So, you think it's this burst of powerful magic erecting your pain?" Henry asked, raising one brow,

Sabrina nodded weakly, afraid that if she opened her mouth to speak, a frustrated scream would come out instead.

"Everafters!" Henry growled, her nostrils flaring.

"Hey, watch it! There's a royal Everafter standing right before you!" Puck protested.

Henry ignored him, but it was clear that it was tempting for him to lash out at Puck.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think we need Jake's magic to help us with this," Henry said grimly.

But just as he said that, Uncle Jake barged into the house, flinging open the doors with such force it made the hinges squeak loudly with surprise. Along with him was a grinning Peter Pan, who held a newly bought wooden sword with a price tag that read: Sold For $1.

"I heard my name!" Uncle Jake grinned, but it faltered when he saw the whole family gaping at him in surprise – minus Puck. He was busy glaring at Peter Pan, shooting invisible daggers with his eyes.

"How did you do that?" Daphne finally spoke, breaking the tension in the air. "I mean, we were just talking about you and you just magically come at the right time!"

"Actually, we were just about to come inside for a visit when we heard my name," Uncle Jake replied sheepishly.

"That's Rackle Shplackle!" Daphne commented. Nobody bothered to inquire about Daphne's new word.

"Ow!" Peter Pan suddenly jumped, startled. Sabrina craned her neck to see what the problem was;one of the Lost Boy's, the one at the front, had accidentally bumped into Peter's behind. Peter's whole face turned beet red, his facial expression clear that he wanted to strangle them. The Lost Boy's looked down, ashamed.

"Sorry," They all said.

Peter opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it. Tinkerbell, who had remained unseen since the arrival of Uncle Jake and Peter Pan, suddenly flew in from outside.

"Goodness me! Where have you all been?" Granny Relda scolded the Lost Boys.

"We went on adventures," One of the lost boys said. He was the shortest one, wearing a skunks costume with a fractured tail. He momentarily scratched his bottom before giving a phony grin. "Jake found us in the forest and led us back here."

Granny Relda shook her head. "Next time, please notify me about your whereabouts, children."

All the Lost Boy's nodded dutifully as Peter Pan urged them outside. probably to lecture them about respect for their so called "leader," Sabrina thought scornfully.

"We need you to help us with Sabrina's problem." Veronica turned to Uncle Jake as soon as The Lost Boy's were gone, interrupting Sabrina's thoughts.

"Well, I think the magical disasters and items around the world can wait," Uncle Jake stretched and plopped down onto the couch.

Two months ago, Sabrina would've thought her Uncle Jake would never get over his sorrow over his soul-mate; Briar Rose. She had been killed right in front of his own eyes by a dragon in the Everafter war. But now, he acted as if that hadn't even happened. Sometimes, Sabrina would see him mourning over her picture that he had delicatly placed in a wooden picture frame.

"Anyone willing to explain?" Uncle Jake looked around, looking for anyone to give him the news that he had missed. Finally, when Sabrina saw that no one wanted to be the one to deliver the bad news, she stepped up and started giving him the rundown of the past sinister events that had happened previously a few days ago.

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