White Horse
Sisters Grimm Fan Fiction
Chapter 2

Sabrina's POV:
"Grimm? Are you okay?" The boyish smile faded from his face. "Wait a second...there's something different about you," He frowned-a weird look on Puck-and the wings spread from his back as he flew towards me, landing neatly on his feet in front of me. "Your hair...it's all colorful," He said, carefully letting it down from its ponytail and picking up the pink, blue and green streaks throughout the blonde hair. "And longer," He nodded. "And you're wearing all that gunk on your face again," His eyes turned red-the color they got when angry.

"It's been four years," I muttered. "Four years!" I shrieked, stepping towards him. "And you show up here and ask me if I missed you? You ask if I'm okay? You comment on my hair and my make-up? And you can't even call me Sabrina?" I said angrily. I went to punch him but he grabbed my arm and twisted me into a hug.

"Same old Sabrina," He said, some of his teasing cheerfulness back in his tone. "Who are you-you're too old to be Daphne," He said and I knew he was looking at Faye. "And your too blonde to be Red," He said, turning towards who I knew was Gabby.

"I'm Faye Morgan," She said, stepping forward. I didn't need to see her to know she was flirting. Of course Puck would be her type. He was everyone's type. He was Puck. He was perfect. Gabby was just as flirty when she introduced herself, of course. I wanted to glare at them-I wanted them to leave.

"Well, as Sabrina just said, I haven't seen her in four years. We have some catching up to do. Would you mind if I stole her for the day?" Puck asked, reminding me eerily of Edward Cullen-only hotter...and much more masculine. And I hated myself for thinking that.

"Of course not!" Faye said. I turned my head just enough to see her face. She widened her eyes and gave a knowing smile to Gabby. Yup, she was smart enough to figure out that Puck was the reason for my depression. Oh well-he was back now. Everyone would know soon enough.

"Later," Gabby said, giving a flirty little wave as Faye dragged her away. As soon as they were in Faye's care-a navy blue Mercedes BMW convertible hard top-Puck released me and put his hands on my shoulders, studying me.

"Four years," He said in disbelief. "Wow...you've changed...a lot,"He observed, studying me up and down. I crossed my arms over my chest self-consciously and lowered my head. Then I pulled back, realizing that I was supposed to be mad at him. He'd left me! He'd been gone for four years with no contact! He could have been dead!

"I thought you were dead! I mean...you were gone and nobody saw you-nobody heard you! And Charming knew something and wouldn't tell me anything! I thought you left! I thought you got out and left me here! I couldn't believe you'd do that to me after I told you I loved you! I can't believe I ever loved you! How could yooooo-"He picked me up and my last word turned into a shriek as he slung me over his shoulder-I was average height and he was tall-practically towering over me. He carried me into the house and kicked the door shut.

"OLD LADY! MARSHMALLOW? GINGER? VERONICA-HENRY-JAKE? I'M HOME!" He called. Before he could even think about putting me down, Daphne ran towards him, stopping just before running into me. She stared at us and her old goofy smile filled her face-the same one that she had when we went to the future and saw that Puck and I were married.

"PUCK!" She squealed. Puck tossed me gently onto the couch and picked up my twelve year old sister, twirling her around before setting her down and sitting down next to me, just as everyone else walked into the living room.

"Brina," Robin said, walking over to me and climbing onto my lap. I was his favorite-and he was mine. It was sort of weird, but he reminded me of Puck-with his personality and his looks. He had dark blonde, wavy hair and our father's young, boyish face. But there was something about his smile that reminded me so much of Puck-it was boyish and full of warning that he was a trouble maker. "Who's this?" He asked, his sweet little voice filling my eyes as I hugged him close.

"This is Puck," Daphne said excitedly, hugging him again. Of course she'd be happy. She was his biggest fan. She'd had an even bigger toll taken when he left. But me? Well, a piece of me had disappeared when he left. And I could never get that piece back.

"Well, I guess I should make some breakfast? I'm sure your appetite hasn't changed," Granny smiled. Puck's eyes sparkled as he smiled at her. My mother went to help her.

"Henry, how's it been?" Puck asked. How had he become so polite? How was that possible after years of whatever he'd been doing? "Jake," He nodded. My father didn't bother to hide his surprise, but he gave Puck a smile that he'd never given Peter-a smile of approval. My uncle did the same.

"Is anyone going to say the obvious thing? He was gone for four years-does anyone want to ask the important question? Where were you?" I asked, turning on him again.

"I was fighting dragons. I doubt there are any left," He shrugged.

"But the war's been over! You didn't need to fight-"

"You don't know what you're talking about Sabrina. You rarely ever do when it comes to me. So I'd appreciate it if you'd shut up and stop telling me what I needed to do and what I should have done. Alright?"He said evenly. That was strange-I'd been expecting him to yell at me.

"When'd you get so polite?" I snapped as I stormed towards my room. I wasn't planning on forgiving him. And I wasn't going to listen to him.

Puck's POV:
"Marshmallow...did I fix it?" I whispered to her as we walked towards the kitchen.

"A long, long, long time ago," She smiled brightly. "But...Sabrina hates you," She whispered.

"I'll handle that. I know how to handle Sabrina," I smiled. Then I turned on my heel and walked up the stairs, right into Sabrina's room. She thought I hadn't cared about her-that I'd been completely gone for four years? Yeah, well, as creepy and Edward Cullen-y as it was, I watched her every night. I came to her window and watched her sleep. And that was why seeing her so hard and cold and mean was such a surprise. After all, when she was asleep, I could still see traces of that twelve year old girl.

"What?" She barked as soon as she saw me, tearing her head phones out of her ears. "What else could you possibly have to say?"

"When you disappeared and came back with Charming?That time you went to the future?I didn't ask any questions and I didn't get mad when you wouldn't tell me where you went. I trusted you trust me that I did this because I had to?" I asked softly.

"Why should I? Can you give me one good reason?"

"I can give you at least one reason for every case you went on-without including every time I saved your life," I smiled.

"You have ten minutes," she nodded.