I actually had a lot of fun writing this. Thanks for reading and please review.

Sun

Sabrina had always burned easily. That's kind of obvious, you'd expect that for someone with such fair skin but Puck apparently didn't, and he found it hilarious. Sabrina Grimm, his spunky fiery whirlwind of a girlfriend couldn't even go the beach without rubbing on layers of sunblock, and that's before she puts on that massive hat and those ridiculous sunglasses.

He teased her about it constantly, whenever he felt bored and in need of some fun he'd walk up to her and ask, wanna go to the beach, and she'd look out the window, where the sun was blisteringly hot and scorching the pavement and anyone with sense was inside an air-conditioned building, and she'd just glare at him. And then punch him. He'd hobble away, chuckling, but not before he stole a quick peck on her cheek.

He didn't just stop there though. For her birthday that year he bought her three bottles of suntan lotion, along with a travel brochure to Fiji. About a week after that he painted her skin red when she was napping (and then wrote 'stinkpot' on her forehead in vivid). Heck, once he even managed to wire a couple heat lamps into her room and ran them overnight while she slept.

Of course the next morning she woke up with terrible inflammation and a 40 degree fever and after the yelling he got from Granny Relda and Veronica, along with his own experience of seeing her lie in bed, too weak to even insult him, he never tried that again.

...

After several long weeks of this, Sabrina was becoming desperate. Nothing would persuade him to stop. No matter how many punches, threats, or kisses she dished out, every morning she would wake up to the same malicious snicker, and the same 'slip, slop, slap, and wrap' posters taped around her room.

"Why don't you just say yes and prove that you're not as weak as he says?" Pinocchio suggested one morning, after she was done yelling at Puck for dying her hair orange..

"Because I'll get burned," she replied.

He shrugged. "Would you rather he torture you like this forever then?"

He walked off to eat breakfast, and Sabrina was left standing there, thinking. Maybe he's right. She went over to brush her teeth, and found a chart labelled 'The dangers of sunburn' stuck on the mirror. Oh screw it, she thought, if it makes him stop, I'll do it.

That's why when, one day, he had again offered to take her to the beach on one of those dangerously hot days, she had surprised him by accepting. She picked up her towel and book and strolled to the front door, waiting impatiently.

Sunblock? he asked. No thanks, she had replied icily. Hat? She shook her head. Not even a pair of sunglasses? She refused. If you say so, he shrugged philosophically, and opened the door.

...

They didn't come back until long after the sun had gone down, to the crunch of gravel and the slamming of the front door. Needless to say, her skin was lobster red, peeling in some places, and every time she moved she winced as shirt fabric rubbed against her sensitive, chafed skin.

She had tried, very tentatively, to take a shower, but a couple seconds after the water turned on there was a hoarse hiss and it was quickly switched off. All Granny could prescribe was rest, and some hastily bought aloe vera from the store.

He thought it was extremely funny at first, didn't think anything of it for the next couple days, but then he'd realised that she hadn't moved from her bed for several days, and that whenever she got up to go the bathroom, there would be a quiet gasp of pain.

Plus he'd looked up sunburn on Google and found out that it could cause skin cancer. When he researched what cancer was, he almost had a fit.

Flying straight into her room, he landed by her side on his knees, apologising profusely and very loudly. He promised he'd never do it again, he didn't know it could kill her, no one had ever told him it could. Sabrina was extremely confused by this sudden outburst, and asked why he was suddenly saying sorry, until he explained what he saw on the computer, and then her expression cleared.

After that day Puck never left her side. He sat in the chair by her bed, staring at her intently, as if him watching could somehow make her better. He brought her all her food, helped her get out of bed and back in it, despite her constant complaints that she didn't need his help, and that he should just go and do something else.

He stayed doggedly, and she slowly got better, until she was finally able to go to school again, and put on jeans. He had insisted on bringing an umbrella to school now on every sunny day, and even when it was cloudy and overcast. I'm not taking any chances, he said. She told him over and over again, its fine, I don't get sunburned that easily, but he wouldn't hear it.

Eventually she managed to persuade him to stop, for one day at least. Thick clouds covered the sun, and she had no outdoor activities lined up that day, so she had managed to win him over (albeit with a lot of grumbling and mumbling on his part).

They were halfway to school when it started raining.

Sorry I know Puck was kind of out-of-character in this one, but I really wanted a more plot-driven Puck and Sabrina moment, instead of like flashbacks like my previous two chapters. I'm not entirely sure about whether I over-dramatised the sunburn or not, I've never got it before so I wouldn't know. Sorry in advance if I got it wrong and it's too unrealistic. Thanks for reading and please review.