Okay, so this is probably gonna be the last chapter. I know it said I might do two more, but after all the editing and revising, it might shave down to only one chapter. Let's see how this goes. At the end of this chapter, I'll let you know if I'll make another one or not...but probably not.

Also, I'm closing the poll soon, like tonight or tomorrow, so get to voting if you already haven't! Thanks to whoever broke the tie in first place, but now there's a tie in second place! Oh well! Working on two more stories at once can't be that bad, can it?

Enjoy this chapter of "Puckabrina Forever?" !

Disclaimer: I do not own Sisters Grimm...darn it.

*Puck's POV*

I should have flown. I would've been faster.

But because I ran, I was too late, slamming into the elevator doors as the closed around Sabrina.

Separating us.

Now, I pounded on the doors in anger, cursing myself for letting her get away. All I wanted to do was to talk to her about...something.

Feeling around in my pocket, I made sure the little box was still there. I heaved a heavy sigh, realizing that the contents of the little box may never be put into use, now that Sabrina had left.

Waiting for her to return was obviously not an option, so I went back to the apartment, opened the kitchen window, and flew out.

I tried to dodge the raindrops, to no avail. After a few blocks and 15 minutes of looking for Sabrina, my wings faltered, and I was forced to land to avoid plumpeting to the ground after my wings got soaked through.

Folding my wings away, I scanned the area. I remembered that Sabrina grabbed her cell phone before she left. Who would she call at a time like this? I thought for a moment.

Daphne.

Glad that I had forgotten to tell Sabrina that I used up all the battery on her phone this morning by playing Jumpy Frog, I immediately started sprinting towards the only payphone in NYC that was still intact, and not a drug-deal spot.

Soon enough, I saw Sabrina's blond against the city's gray, encased in the small phone booth. She was faced the other way, probably dialing Daphne's number.

I jogged down the alley, and opened the door.

*Sabrina's POV*

When I saw Puck standing in the doorframe, once again enclosing me in the little space of the phone booth, I knew I had to apologize. I had been way too impulsive. He probably didn't cheat on me. I don't say "He would never cheat on me," because...well, I already know that wasn't the case two years ago. But now, Puck is a changed man. More mature, I think. He didn't totally give up his pranks though, since the Bradley incident - just the glop grenades. My hair did mysteriously become a different unnatural color ever other week or so.

"Puck," I began, after taking a deep breath, and letting my hands fall to my sides, away from the phone. " I'm sorry...I shouldn't have-" Puck's facial expression changed from sad and worried to that of stone. He placed his hands on my shoulders, squeezing slightly, and looked into my eyes with his own, shimmering emerald ones.

"'Brina," he said, trying to stay tough. I could hear his voice slightly shake, though. It made my stomach tie itself into knots. 'Brina,' was also another nickname that I hadn't heard from him in a zillion years.

"Please don't be sorry," Puck continued, keeping up his gruff facade, but miserably failing at hiding his sadness. It pains me to see him this way. "Please don't be sorry," he repeated, softer this time. His eyes looked so defeated, sending a gloomy shadow over the rest of him.

"You have every right to think that I've be unfaithful...but I haven't."

I covered my mouth with my hand to keep from crying. I wanted to apologize, but, he wouldn't accept it. I would just have to let him know that I love him... because I do.

"Oh, Puck," I sighed into my palm, bringing my other hand up to touch his cheek. "I believe you...I took off too fast. I didn't let you explain." I felt Puck's jaw clench. I could tell that he was troubled.

"So...uh...to finish my question...do you love me?" Puck asked, stepping away from me, sliding his hands from my shoulders down to my waist.

"Yes," I replied clearly, without a moment's hesitation. To my surprise, Puck dropped down to one knee in the cramped space, and pulled out a small, velvet box from his damp jacket pocket.

A ring box?

"Sabrina Grimm...I've known you for about half of your life...and I would like to be there with you for the rest of it. Sabrina, I love you...and I was wondering...will you marry me?"

This is really happening. I... I...

"Sure, Stinkpot," I replied light heartedly, pulling him in for a kiss. If he could just randomly start using childhood nicknames, so could I.

~The Next Day~

*Puck's POV*

When I told everyone that I had found out that Bradley had been acting on behalf of the Scarlet Hand when he abducted Sabrina, the person that was the most shocked was Sabrina herself. But not for the reason you'd think.

Sabrina was surprised about how nervous I was about telling her yesterday evening. She claimed that she would have been fine, that she wouldn't have had a PTSD episode.

I believe her.

The only other person in the Grimm family who had anything to say about my finisngs was Basil, who was now 13 years old.

"Shocker," he said.

A bit too sarcastic for his own good, I'd say. A few glop grenades to the head will cure him, I believe.

*Sabrina's POV*

When we all heard about Bradley from Puck, I could practically hear the gears turning in everyone's heads. We were gonna find out why Bradley was working for the Scarlet Hand, and how I had anything to do with their plans. We're gonna solve this mystery, just like all the others.

Cause we're Grimms. And that's what we do.

The End

Okay, I don't know about you guys, but I kinda liked Sabrina's display of confidence and determination at the end. She's done with the PTSD episodes now...she's not afraid of Bradley anymore.

Welp, that's it for now, folks, but "The Second Coming," is on it's way! I hope this chapter wasn't a total disappointment!