Thanks for reading. Most of the events that happen in this chapter are flashbacks, and have been pulled from the books, except I've tweaked them a little to fit with the chapter. Its mostly the same, but there might be a few inconsistencies with the end. Hope you enjoy.

Train

She sat alone in the carriage, peering out the window as the outline of a city appeared on the horizon. It was small, not so much a city as a large town, but the sheer flood of memories it brought pricked small tears into her eyes. Blinking furiously, she laid back in her chair, picking at her college sweatshirt, as she relived the moments of a past life.

...

A horde of evil rabbits. Chasing her, as she ran for her life, feeling the heavy thump of her heart, the furious scamper of feet drawing ever closer. Then a cold hand slid into hers, and she was flying, up up up, while her sister squealed beside her. She twisted her neck upwards, to see a blonde-haired fairy boy grinning down at her, pink wings buzzing, as they soared across the ocean.

...

A horrendous roar, and the shatter of breaking glass. Screams punctuated the air, fearful cries, the sound of panic running amok in the streets as something flew through the hole, with wild gnashing teeth. It was scaly, dripping drool, this enormous monstrosity with long hideous talons and large bulbous eyes and a small girl in red perched on its neck. Compared to the sight of that creature, she would appear almost innocent.

But there was something about her, in the way she crooned softly to the beast, in the way her hands were both soothing and gentle but also feral and erratic, in the way her eyes flashed gleefully beneath the shade of the hood, which betrayed the tortured soul inside.

Flying upwards, the boy next to her slid a wooden sword out of his belt and brandished it menacingly, a grin plastered on his face as he yelled loud obscenities at the monster.

The next yell was one of pain, as his wings were torn out of his back.

...

Cold air rushed around her as she fell from the balloon. It whistled around her, deafeningly loud in her ears, as she clutched the silver remote in her hands. Craning her neck upwards, she saw the furious figure of Oz, as he pointed excitedly at the object between her fingers, shouting loudly.

At least he's angry now she thought, as the ground edged ever nearer. She knew it was petty, this basic idea of revenge, that displeasing him somehow made his betrayal of her parents that bit more bearable, but she was just a small girl at heart, despite her bleak maturity.

Plus she was about to die, so she cut herself some slack.

Suddenly she stopped falling, felt warm arms wrap around her back, and the howling of the wind was replaced by gentle buzzing. He looked down at her, concern in his features, but it was hurriedly replaced with a cheeky grin, as he flew upwards, holding her to his chest.

...

She was focused elsewhere, and he was very quiet, so she never realised his approach until she heard a metallic clank, and the cool grip of steel around her wrist. She whipped around to find a handcuff locked on her arm, the other half around his, and a key disappearing between his lips.

Needless to say, she was absolutely furious, that this fairy boy thought he had the right to tell her where to be, even force her! But no amount of beating or shouting would get her free, and she settled angrily down on the trampoline, grumbling under her breath. He laid down next to her and she edged away, stretching her arm out as far as she could to get the most possible distance.

Silence followed, eventually broken up by tense conversation, her replies growing shorter and shorter with each word. Finally, they lapsed off into sleep, but not before he told her that she didn't need it, the makeup.

After that it was just plain awkward.

...

Stupid Puck. Not knowing about fairy tales, or Snow White, or the fact that you never eat apples just lying around on the ground. He laid there, sleeping, and he looked so relaxed and calm her anger subsided for just a minute. Then he didn't wake up and the fury returned, as she muttered long elaborate curses to him.

She knew how the story ended, she knew what she had to do. Didn't mean she had to want to do it though, despite a small part of her brain arguing that it was exactly what she wanted to do.

Shut up, she thought, grimacing, and bent down. Pressing her lips gently to his, she felt a hot spark, and jumped upwards.

The familiar tingle of magic roiled in her stomach, and the potency of Bunny's sleeping spell surged through her briefly, making her feel light-headed and dizzy.

But there was something else there, still magic, but not of the spell kind.

She breathed deeply, looking up to find him staring at her, confusion evident in his eyes. "What happened?" he asked. Sighing, she began to explain. This was going to be tough.

...

She had announced that she was leaving for college, a really famous one down in the city, for four years. She had been eighteen then, finished packing her bags, said all her goodbyes, and was just coming out of the kitchen, aiming for the front door when she saw him.

She had already told him and he had reacted in his normal spectacular fashion, flying off in a flurry of agitation where he brooded in his room for the next few days.

Looks like he had come out now.

She wouldn't go so far to say he looked terrible, but let's say if he ever went to Charming's house looking like that, he'd probably be yelled at before being denied entry. His hoodie was torn and ripped in places, small cuts and scratches were bleeding all over his face, and his wild hair had a twig sticking out of it.

He looked like he'd spent the last week climbing trees, which, knowing him, he probably did.

Shuffling his feet, he didn't say anything, just walked towards her, rubbing his eyes furiously on his sleeve, stopping a half-step in front of her. She placed her hands on his shoulders, pulling him towards her, sniffing, as he went gratefully.

Knocking foreheads, their noses touching, she smiled reassuringly, watching him return the expression, albeit sadly. She edged her head forward, he did too, closer, closer, she could feel his breath on her lips, he could smell her, everywhere, they were millimetres apart, and then they stopped.

They couldn't.

Not here, not when she was just about to leave. It would mean too much, hurt too much. So they just stayed like that, looking into each other's tearful eyes, as wet droplets slid down their cheeks.

They broke apart, eventually, as she picked up her suitcases and left, shoulders shaking, mind whirring, a cold rock lodged in her stomach.

...

That last memory was always the one she was left with, whenever she thought about home, and she groaned, head falling onto her arms. Why is it so hard? she thought sullenly. Here she was, Sabrina Grimm, two-time savior of the world, double degree holder in law and psychology, and she couldn't even figure out her relationship with Puck.

She loved him, even now, but has he continued to as well? Four years apart, not a single glimpse of each other, would things still be the same?

One side of her, the side concerned with law, with hard facts and data and the short brutal truth, told her that chances are he probably didn't, that his short attention span and lack of contact would most likely result in him forgetting about her. She hated this side, its cold logical truths, its blatant ignorance of the influence of emotion, its overwhelming tendency to be right.

And there was the other part of her, the psychologist, involved in the mind and feelings. He still might love you, it said, he still might. Perhaps your lawyer friend is right, logically she has a point, but you have to remember the effect emotions plays on this. They can change things, drive you to do amazing and terrible things. If a mother can lift a car of her dying baby, I'm sure Puck can find it in himself to not ignore you. And this is Puck we're talking about. When has he ever let you down?

Multiple times, the lawyer snorted, remember the basketball? If I remember correctly, the psychologist retorted, saving someone from certain death far outweighs gluing a basketball to their head.

They continued bickering and Sabrina opened her eyes, annoyed and confused. I am literally arguing with myself. This is getting ridiculous. She looked around the carriage, and her eyes settled on a small fly buzzing around, hovering over the table and around the lights. Why can't I be like that fly over there? Just flying around, not caring about anything, no need to worry about any problems or issues.

Her head sank to the table again, and she stared at its wooden surface. Suddenly, there was a whooshing sound, and she looked up to see a certain fairy sitting down in front of her on the other side of the table, the fly nowhere to be seen. He had a cocky grin on his face, and he put his sneakered feet up on the chair.

"Puck," she breathed "what are you doing here?"

His smile grew even wider, and his eyes twinkled. "I couldn't wait."

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