HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! I'm so happy to be back! As promised here's the next chappy. And no I didn't get the chapter back so I had to rewrite it. I hope it's still as good as the first one. It's my first action chapter so I would really like it if you would review and tell me how I did. THANKS~

The next morning I wake up to the sun trying to burn my eyeballs out of my head. My eyes flutter open and I let out a soft groan. Then I realize, this is not my room. I tense up for a second, but then a familiar rollercoaster zooms past, and I realize I must be in Pucks room. I relax, only to freeze again when the arm around my waist tightens, and a head of messy blonde curls burrows deeper into my neck.

That wasn't the only thing though, he had a…problem. The problem was a big bulge in his shorts that was currently digging into my butt. I turned fire engine red. He must have carried me to his room after I fell asleep last night. That was the only thing that kept me from screaming bloody murder; I mean he brought me to an actual bed. Sorta. Kinda. He could have just dumped me in a ditch, or pulled a prank, like the last time I fell asleep on the couch- I woke up with snails in my shorts.

I lifted his arm and wiggled away from him, trying not to wake him up. The trampoline made that a lot harder than it sounded. Every move I made shook the entire thing; I wiggled forward again, still holding his arm up. Once I was away from his arm, I took his head and lowered it slowly down onto the trampoline. I was just about to slide off the side of the trampoline and out of his room when he mumbled in his sleep. "Brina." He sighed; I froze, thinking I had woken him.

I turned to look at him, no, he was still asleep. I smiled softly; he looked so innocent when he was sleeping. Like a little boy. My smile grew even bigger when I realized he must be dreaming about me. I hesitate, but quickly lean over and kiss him lightly on the forehead. Then I did what I should have done the second I woke up, I turned and ran as quietly and quickly as I could.

My face was still on fire when I closed the door and slumped against the wall. This crush is gonna be the death of me, and what really scared me was I didn't mind. "So your excuse last time was your hair, so why were you in Pucks room now? You look fine to me." My head snaps up and my eyes settle on Daphne's form, leaning on the door frame of her room. I scratch the back of my head, "I fell asleep." I mumble. Daphne raises an eyebrow, "And that's why your face looks like a tomato exploded on it?" she asks, which only made my face grow redder. Little smart ass, I should feed her to that dragon.

Wait…..the dragon! I shoot upright, walking briskly past Daphne, towards the kitchen. I completely forgot about the dragon! I throw open the doors to the kitchen, expecting it to be full. To my surprise the kitchen is completely empty. I scratch the back of my head before turning and heading back the way I had come, up the stairs to where Daphne was still standing. "Have you seen mom?" I ask, Daphne nods a weird look on her face.

"This is about the dragon up in the coal caves right?" she questions and I nod, confused. "Puck told us last night. So this morning they all left to do a little dragon slaying. They even took Elvis!" she wails the last part. "And you're ok with being left behind?" I ask, surprised she hasn't snuck out yet. "NO! I was just waiting for you two to get out of bed. The carpets waiting for us in the other room, get your boyfriend up and let's go!" I scowl at the whole 'boyfriend' thing.

"He's not my boyfriend." I mutter as I walk back into Pucks room. The farther in I walk the redder my face gets, remembering how I woke up this morning. I stop next to the trampoline, trying to get my blush under control. "PUCK UP AND AT 'EM!" I holler, causing said boy to bolt upright, eyes wide and blonde hair messy. "Jeez Grimm, be a little quieter would ya?" I grunt and cross my arms. "Come on fairyboy we have a little dragon slaying to do." At this his eyes start to sparkle and a grin grows on his face. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he says, I roll my eyes and turn to head back to where Daphne's waiting with our stuff.

"Hey Grimm wait." I hear Puck call, I turn. He tosses my coal covered hoodie at me, my hunting knife lying on top. I catch them easily and give Puck a nod of thanks before continuing on my journey. Half way there I stop and pull the hoodie over my head and strap on my knife. You know what? I need a shower, I'm filthy, but that can wait. Stan zips up to my landing in my hood, and I nuzzle him softly, I love the little guy. Two feet from the door and I step on a plate. I have half a second to curse Puck to hell and back before I go flying, right into a tub of…you guessed it. Coal dust. And mayo.

They wind whips around us, Daphne and I on the carpet and puck flying alongside. The scowl on my face keeping any one from talking, in case I go on an angry rampage. Now I'm dirty and I smell like mayo. I feel a flutter next to my cheek under my hair. What is that pixie doing? Then I feel a very tiny, very rough tongue lick my cheek. I can't help it I laugh. This causes the tongue to move faster, licking the mayonnaise off my face.

Puck and Daphne turn to stare at me as I laugh and wiggle. "Sabrina? You ok?" Daphne asks, looking at me like I'm crazy. I nod, "It's Stan, he keeps licking mayo off my face." I laugh. The carpet slows and starts to lower slowly, showing that we've reached our destination. "You know there's no one there right?" Puck asks and I shake my head. Stan grabs a piece of hair and holds on, at least he stopped the licking thing. I reach up and untangle the little guy, resting him on my palm, where he starts licking the mayo off my wrist.

I hold him out to the two, "Meet Stan, my little buddy." The glow around Stan twinkles a little before going back to its soft glow. "You stole one of my minions!" Puck yelps and I roll my eyes. "He came willingly, isn't that right little guy?" in answer he flutters back up to my head to bury himself in my hair. "He's so cute!" Daphne squeals.

I shush her though when the carpet lands on the ground behind a tree in the forest near the cave. I place Stan on the carpet and motion for him to stay. I can see the car from here, Elvis peering out a window and Mr. Canis sitting in the driver's seat. I motion the two forward, sneaking through the forest to the left side of the cavern. We duck behind a large boulder and peer around the lip of the opening. Inside, Mom, Dad, and Granny are standing beside the hole in the wall, conversing quietly. I smirk, looks like no one will fit, and if we get caught we have an excuse. Now, how are we going to get in there? I guess, sometime or later they're going to have to leave. It's not like they can do anything right now. "What now?" Daphne whispers. "We wait." I whisper back, before shifting to make myself comfortable for the wait. Behind me I hear the other two do the same.

Finally the trio leave, well not leave, leave, they just head to the next cave to see if there's another opening. I nudge Puck, ending the little game of catch between him and Daphne. "Can we go now?!" he groans and I nod, sliding up the side of the rock and around the corner. I dust my butt off and head towards the hole in the back. I kneel down and listen; I can't hear anything but that doesn't mean it's not in there. I flop on my stomach and shuffle forward a little. "Can I come too?" Daphne whispers. Well, I could tell her no, but that probably wouldn't stop her. She is my sister after all. I nod, putting a finger to my lips.

I continue my crawl through the small hole, entering the pitch black cavern. I stand slowly, placing one hand against the wall, only to cringe and pull it back when it covers my hand in slime. I hear Daphne crawl in after me; I reach down and help her up. I hear her fumble with something, and a second later a blue ball comes to life in her hands, glowing softly.

I peer into the darkness, finding the dragon easily. (How could you not see him? He takes up 95% of the cave.) I shuffle forward a tiny bit, just to see if there's anything I can really do. Until three seconds ago I had forgotten we hadn't made a plan. Smart, real smart Sabrina. I bite my lip and start to plan. Well we could see if there was a way to get water down its throat, which always works.

Or maybe we coul- a loud scream shocks me out of my thinking. I whip around to see, Daphne, the girl who had been on many adventures with me and had a pet rat for a while, screaming at the fact a large bug dropped on her head, along with a big glob of grey goo. Apparently I'm not the only one who thought she was being too loud because, behind me two bright red eyes snap open and smoke starts to filter out of the dragon's nose. "Grimm? Marshmallow? What's goin on?" I hear Puck call, but I don't answer him, just slap a hand over Daphne's mouth and slide the glowing magic ball under my hoodie.

Sadly that doesn't do anything; apparently dragons have good night vision, because its head turns to glare at us. We freeze, bug and goop forgotten. It's like a Mexican stand off for a second, but the spell is broken when the dragon roars, blowing our hair back and almost shattering my ear drums. I push Daphne down to the floor, and motion her into the hole. After a second she starts crawling, but by then the dragons rising to its feet.

That's where the problems really start, you see, the cave wasn't tall enough for the emerald green dragon, so what does it do? It head butts the ceiling, shattering it and sending ruble flying everywhere. Sunlight filters in through the now open ceiling as the dust and rocks hit the ground and settle. The dragon lets out another earth shaking roar, and I glance nervously at Daphne, she's not quiet all the way through. The dragons head lowers back down till he's staring me in the face. I let out a soft "Eep."

Unfortunately, that seems to set him off. One scaly leg reaches out, swiping at me with its talons, I manage to dodge but just barely. The second time he swipes for me I'm not so lucky, I slip on the ruble from the ceiling and fall right on my ass. Two of the talons wrap around me, as the force of the swipe drives me into the cave wall. The hit knocks the breath out of me, and sends pain shooting through my torso.

"Help." I croak, but I can't speak properly, so the word can't be heard over the commotion. The dragon growls, lifting me up to his chest. SHIT! I think, I know what he's about to do. I'm right; his massive wings open and flutter slightly, before flapping powerfully and lifting us both off the ground. Soon were up in the sky looking down at the forest, car, Puck and Daphne, and the group of three people rushing towards what's left of the cave. I let out a course cough; several of my ribs took quite a beating, nothings broken though, which is good. I see Puck fly after us but before he can reach us, the dragon starts to move. The wind caused by the dragons wings is slowing Puck down, and the fact that were now moving away, means that soon we've left him way behind.

After a second, the pain in my ribs lets up a little and I start getting pissed off. I pound my fists into the giant hand, but because of the scales my hands bounce off. "LET ME GO!" I roar, but it ignores me. I try several other things but nothing seems to work. So I settle in for the flight, going limp and resting my head on my hand.

I tense up a few minutes later when we start to land, flattening the smaller trees in the massive clearing. "HEY BASTARD! IS THERE A REASON YOU'RE STILL CARRYING ME?" I yell at the big guy once again, beating on the paw holding me. The only response is another roar, doesn't seem like it's directed at me though. I groan and start to bang my head against the side of one of its fingers.

That's when I find it, my way to inflict pain. Between the talon and the smaller scales on its hand is a slight gap, showing soft skin. By now I probably have a serial killer smile on. What can I say, I'm pissed and revenge makes me happy. So I do the one thing I can think of that will hurt the most, I bend down and bite, sinking all my teeth into its fleshy skin. Weird orange blood pours into my mouth, so hot it burns like fire.

The dragon roars again, this time in pain and the claws around me open, letting me drop several feet to the ground. "EEEEEEEEEEE! HOOOOOOT!" I screech trying to spit the burning liquid out. I cough one last time realizing sitting here probably isn't the best idea. I scramble back into the tree-line, staring at the dragon, who in turn, is staring at his bleeding wound. It turns away from the bite to give me a look that clearly means "Death". Whatever he planned to do with me went out the window when I bit him, he plans to eat me now, I can tell by the look in his eyes. Great, death by dragon, every girls dream.

The dragon swipes at me, and I dive to the side just barely missing being cut in half. One of the claws catches on my hoodie shredding it. I liked that hoodie; it was one of my favorites! Now I'm beyond pissed. I look around for something to help me, nothing pops out but I keep looking as I scramble through the trees. Finally deciding a sword or a water hose isn't going to magically pop up; I pick up a thick stick about the length of my arm. It's gonna have to do. I turn around, facing the massive lizard behind me. "Hey you over grown iguana, you may not know this, but when I pick up a stick, shits about to get real."

I know, I know, there wasnt very much romance-y stuff in this one but I wanted to throw at least one chapter that had to do with magical danger. Also Puck wasn't in there very much either, but I'll make up for it in the next one! Till next time! I love you all!