Yo! I know I said I would list the names of the people who reviewed once I got to 10, and now I'm at 20! Sorry about that, but a lot of the reviews are by the same handful of people, so I wanna wait until I get more individual reviewers. I really do appreciate you guys so much! This is my first fanfic, and y'all are really being helpful so I thank you for that. Thanks for bearing with my spelling/grammar mistakes!

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*Puck's POV*

I reached into my soaking pants pocket for my phone to call Sabrina. I couldn't feel the familiar shape of the small, rounded rectangle with the plastic cover. I brought my hand back empty, and cursed myself for not removing my phone from my pocket before I jumped into the ocean.

For the first time since I had took off from Ocean City, Maryland, I looked down through the clouds at the earth below, trying to find out where I was. I didn't recognize the city I was hovering above, with it's winding streets that look confusing from an aerial view, squat, ancient apartment buildings with failing greenhouses on the roofs, and a single, empty space of green in what seemed to be the center of the town. Since I didn't see anyone there, I took a chance and dove straight for the park, hoping that there, I would find someone to ask about my current whereabouts.

Once I landed in the park, I quickly folded my wings, because I saw someone coming, good thing he had his head down, looking at his smartphone. I looked around. The park was hardly a park. It was basically a circle of grass in the middle of a roundabout, surrounded by trees, with a single poor excuse for a playground, which was simply a rusty old swingset, sitting atop a lazy pile of mulch and weeds. I sat down on one of the two swings to rest. While I didn't know where I was, I was sure that I had been flying for at least 2 hours without a break.

To my surprise, I looked up and to my left to see that the texting stranger was sitting next to me on the other swing, still looking at his phone. When he smiled at what I assumed to be a text from I significant other, I frowned, thinking about what I was gonna say when I got back to Sabrina.

I looked closer at the guy. The way his black hair flopped down onto his forehead, and his glint in his impossibly green eyes made me recognize him, but I couldn't remember who he was or when I knew him from. I was sure he was faerie though. I could smell magic, and it wasn't coming from me. Frowning again, I stared harder at the man.

He looked up to catch my gaze, his eyes glowing like tiny suns.

"I'm sorry, have we met before?" I asked, as I sat uncomfortably, studying his face. "I can smell your magic, so I know you're faerie."

The dude raised an annoyingly perfect eyebrow. "No, I'm sorry, I don't believe I recognize you." He smirked a little. "But I am faerie. Quite a nose you've got there, eh?" He nodded his head towards me. Sticking out his hand, he introduced himself.

"Bradley."

Oh crap. Oh crap. It's HIM! I've been looking for this guy for months. I mentally slapped myself for not recognizing him at first sight. Okay, Puck. Don't let him know that you know who he his. Play it cool, Puck. You can do this.

Reaching into my back pocket, I felt around for my handcuffs...which, of course, I left in my office in Faerie. Fudge. My jeans were only lightly damp now. I guess all that wind I got from flying blow-dried me off. Gotta think of a Plan B. I gazed at my surroundings once again. About two dozen trees. Rusty swing set. Mulch. A fallen branch...that I could use to my advantage! Uh oh. Bradley's talking again.

"So, what's your name?"

"Uh...umm...Basil?"

I don't know why I lied and said my name was Basil. Grimm's little brother? Seriously? I could have just said Puck. Only my family and the Grimms call me that. All of Faerie knows me as Robin.

He stood up and I tried to hide my trembling hands. I don't know why I was acting so cowardly. The real Puck woulda turned into a rhino or something and beaten this guy to a pulp already! But was I doing, you ask? Oh, nothing, just fiddling with me hands as I spent forever trying to figure out my next move. I was really off my game today.

"It's okay, your majesty, I know who you are. You thought you could fool me, Bradley? I escaped out of pris-" I was not about to let him finish his evil plan while I sat around, being victimized.

I cracked him over the head with the large branch I had spotted earlier on the ground. He fell over, clutching his head, but he had yet to fall unconscious. Faerie folk didn't get knocked out too easily. My wings popped out of my back, preparing to take the fight to the air if need be. I was about to hit him again, this time with my fists, when he swiftly took his hands from his head and to my ankles, where he pulled them out from under me so that I fell on my butt with a shot of pain and a loud "thump."

I looked up to see the rapist standing over me, with some sort of potion in one hand, and a dagger in the other.

"I would kill you," he said "but I like to make my victims suffer, considering my profession of choice."

In one quick movement, the dagger was dipped into the liquid, and was stabbed into my left thigh. Pain worse than any other pain seared through my whole body, pumping through my veins and arteries, and finding its' way to my heart. I screamed in agony, unintelligible words poured out of my mouth, louder than I ever thought I could scream. I tried to clutch my wound as I lay there, helpless and hurt on the ground, but I couldn't. I couldn't move my hands. I couldn't feel my hands. The numbness move throughout my body, leaving me with almost no feeling at all, which was an eery sensation.

"Oh, and one more thing," Bradley said, turning back to me after wiping my blood off the now-clean dagger with a rag. It was a wonder I was even still conscious, much less hearing and comprehending what he was saying.

"Sabrina is mine."

I blacked out.