I didn't get very much of a response on the last chapter...hopefully you guys are still into this story. Maybe y'all will like this chapter. As you probably can sense, this story is near wrapping up. I really don't want this to end, but I'm open to making a sequel if I get a large enough response. Don't get me wrong; I've still got a few more chapters to go, but I want you guys to think about if you want a sequel or not. I also have a poll to determine my next story, so go vote on my profile! Enough said. Now, on with my story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sisters Grimm, unfortunately. If I did, I would totally make it into a series of movies.

*Sabrina's POV*

It was time. When my father led me into the church, I looked around, and it kept all of my strength not to crumple to the ground and bawl. There was my family, sitting in the front pew of the sanctuary, totally oblivious to the treachery that was right underneath of their noses. The rest of the hall was filled with fairies, who I had come to know as Bradley's evil henchmen. They grinned and laughed and hooted as I walked down the aisle to the alter, where Bradley was waiting with an evil minister.

As I got nearer, Bradley smiled at me. But it wasn't a nice smile. It was a smile that reminds me of the way I saw an alligator look at it's prey before it swallows it's prey whole on Animal Planet once. I shivered, and barely noticed the preacher starting the ceremony. I was lost in my thoughts. Hopefully, the thin, gauzy veil that hung over my face sheilded the crowd -more specifically, my family- from the probably terrified look on my face. I didn't want them to be scared for me when they were supposed to be happy, even though it was a false happiness.

Scanning the faces of the group I call family, I quickly noticed two missing faces. Of course. Basil would still be on his week-long camping trip. I sighed a sigh of relief. He's safe. Wait. But should be one more person, if I counted correctly...Puck! Oh God. If Puck isn't here, that means he's safe and remembers that I'm in trouble. Or maybe he's dead. I mentally wilted as Bradley droned on with his phony wedding vows. But then I remembered. Bradley is an arrogant, cocky, boastful idiot...kinda like Puck, but more evil and less charming. If Bradley had killed Puck, he would've rubbed it in my face and watched me cry. Well, he shall get no such satisfaction when Puck breaks my family and I outta here. I know he will come. I know it.

"...or forever hold your peace."

I snapped to attention at the sound of the minister's sly voice as he asked if anyone objected to the marraige. Of course, no one did. I half-expected for Puck to make his dramatic entrance just then, by kicking the double doors open or busting through a window or something. 'I object,' he would shout. Then he would whisk me off, and- oh shut up, Sabrina. He's not coming. You were stupid to ever think he was gonna rescue you! If he's any smarter than you hope he is, he's long gone by now!

"Hurry up," Bradley hissed to the preacher. "Skip the 'I do's.' Just end the ceremony."

Without hesitation, the bearded old man topped it off.

"You may now kiss the bride." Before I even had a chance to think about my lips touching Bradley's, a loud crash sounded and I looked up, just in time to see a high stained- glass window shatter.

I can't say that I was surprised to see the love of my life (as clichê as it sounds) float into the room, with his big, pink, insect wings catching the golden Sunday afternoon light beautifully. I just felt relieved. What I was surprised to see was the tuxedo. Puck never wore any fancy stuff. Well, today was a special occasion, I guess.

He said something to me as he floated down towards Bradley and I, but I was too in awe of the whole situation to comprehend the probable insult.

I turned and looked at Bradley, prepared to fight, but was confused to see him on the floor, out cold. Same with the minister. In fact, all of Bradley's goons were unresponsive, laying on the ground. The only people left standing were my family, although I could still tell that they were under the spell, because they looked shocked, angry, and were yelling at Puck. Puck.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I knew it was his. I had memorized the size and heat of it a long, long time ago. Not needing to turn around to face Puck, I was the first to speak.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked lamely. I didn't know what else to say. I loved him. But did he love me? Where would we start again? Would we even? Would we just, like, pick off where we left off, still arguing about the cheating occurance?

Instead of answering my question, Puck's strong arms wrapped around my waist, and I was lifted off the ground to the sound of his beating wings. Without a word, the fairy crashed through another window, using arm to sheild me from broken glass, and landed on the soft grass outdoors.

"What about everyone?" I asked. What was I supposed to say, anyway?

"Our brothers are taking care of them. Counter-active forgetful dust." I decided not to ask for more details. Instead, I shuffled my high-heels into the dirt, shredding the grass, trying to come up with something clever to say, but I couldn't do it. I didn't even know if we were on speaking terms, much less in a romantic relationship. I felt like screaming. There we were, safe, standing on the church's front lawn in wedding attire. But we weren't talking. We were both just kinda squirming and fiddling with our clothes uncomfortably. It was torture.

But, this I know for sure: I still love him.