WOW! It's been a LONG TIME since I've updated this story, so I'll make this chapter really good. Hopefully...

I am going to do some dramatic shit in this chapter, so if you guys don't like it, tell me in your reviews.

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It wasn't long before Granny Relda and Veronica had managed to get a hold of Snow White and Charming. The couple lived a few blocks away from the Grimms, and had a lot of experience with Everafter terrorist groups, or so they said.

The fictional-yet-not-so-fictional pair arrived at the Grimm estate in around ten minutes. Charming looked pissed off, to say the least, and Snow looked concerned.

After Granny had ushered them inside, Puck sauntered into the living room after having gone upstairs to talk to Mustardseed. When the fairy spotted Charming, he placed his hands on is hips cockily and grinned.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the pompous ladies man. How's it going, Repulsive?" (A/N: I Googled 'Opposite of Charming, and it came up as Repulsive. :D)

Charming looked at Puck in disgust. He raised one eyebrow and sneered.

"Hello, Peter Pan's long lost twin."

Puck looked ready to burst at this comment. His face turned red - not the canned tomato, typical fire-engine red. No. In two seconds flat, his face resembled an overripe raspberry that had been genetically modified. Big time.

Puck opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Mustardseed wrapped his hand over his mouth and his other arm slid across his waist. He whispered something in his brother's ear and silently dragged him into the kitchen.

Sabrina watched on in amusement, slightly confused. Now that she thought about it, Puck did seem a lot like Peter Pan. They could both fly, they both had an uncanny likeness for green clothing, and both despised growing up.

Sabrina made a mental note to ask Puck about this later. Perhaps there was some juicy story about Peter Pan and Puck.

While the adults talked about possible outcomes and possibilities concerning the Scarlet Hand, Sabrina tuned out. She was too busy thinking about how she and Puck had been sent into the past.

If the Scarlet Hand had the ability to do that to them, could it be possible that they were going to use the advantage of time-travel to change history? Would they travel back and change things to their liking, or would they go even bigger, and travel to the future?

It was all to confusing, and Sabrina found her head aching from all the thinking.

She got up and headed into the kitchen for a drink, passing Puck and Mustardseed in the dining area. Puck looked up as she walked past him. He was leaning forward, elbows on knees, staring intently at the floor as his younger brother lectured him. Seeing Sabrina walk past provided a chance to escape Mustardseed's unwanted attention, and so he took the chance.

Following his girlfriend to the sink, he leaned against the counter while she filled a glass with cold water. She didn't say anything, and neither did he. For some reason, both knew that the other needed silence, and they were fine with that.

After Sabrina had filled her glass, she turned around and leaned against the bench along with Puck. He slowly slid his hand into hers, and they stood there for a while, silent. Then Puck broke the silence.

"So, what are you going to do now?"

Sabrina looked at him carefully before responding.

"Well, I guess I can't really do anything. I have to stay cooped up in this house like an animal, with nowhere to go because it's so dangerous. The only person I have to talk to is you, now that Daphne and Red are practically best friends."

Puck smiled. "I'm very interesting, you know, Grimm."

Sabrina smiled slowly. "Yeah, I know, you idiot. That's why I love you."

"I know you love me. Everyone does."

"Puck."

"What?"

"Just say what you feel."

"I just did, Grimm."

"No you didn't. Say what you actually feel. No ego-ness."

"Fine," Puck paused here to take Sabrina's face in his hands. She looked at him, encouraging.

"I love you too, Sabrina. I always will." And then he kissed her. Softly, gently. She kissed him back just as tenderly, relishing in one of the few sweet moments she shared with her confusing and maybe-slightly-bipolar boyfriend.

As soon as they pulled away, a loud noise rocked the house. Sabrina stared at Puck, eyes wide, and he frowned. He jerked his head towards the door, and she nodded. The two headed into the living room to find the entire gang by the window, staring out into the sky.

"What's going on...?"

Henry turned to the two, his eyebrow furrowed and his face supporting a panicked expression.

"It's Oberon and Titania. They're back and for some reason, they think they can get away with blasting our house with magic lightning."

Sabrina looked at Puck. His face was contorted into a confused and slightly furious expression. When he caught her gaze, his frown deepened. He looked at the door, and in one swift movement, his wings popped out of his back with a soft pop. Sabrina, instantly realizing what he was thinking, grabbed his hand.

"Puck, don't. You'll get hurt. We can wait it out, we don't have to do anything dramatic or stupid. Put those wings away."

Puck turned to her and winced. "I can't just stand around and watch them attack you, Sabrina. I won't let them hurt the people I love. Not anymore."

And with that, he pulled his hand away from hers and flew to the door, slamming it open. Outside, the King and Queen were hovering ten feet up in the air, their hands shooting bolts of magic lightning at the house. Somehow, they had managed to break the protective spells around the house.

Oberon spotted his son standing in the doorway, and his mouth twisted into a snarl. "Get out of the way, you fool, so I can finish off your pathetic friends."

Puck glared at his father, and Oberon raised his right hand. Before Puck could get a word out, a streak of green lightning shot out of his hand and hit Puck's left wing, straight in the middle.

Puck yelled out in shock, and the lightning made a hissing sound as it struck. The shock sent Puck's body into a seizure, and his whole form shook as magic electricity shot through him. His body glowed green for a few painful seconds, and then his body stopped shaking and slumped lifelessly to the floor.

Sabrina froze. It was as if the whole world seemed to go in slow motion, and all she could focus on was Puck's body as it took on the electrical charge of the lightning. All she could see was him, the way his body shook and the look of pain on his face as he took it on.

This can't be happening, she thought. It's all a dream. I'm going to wake up and he will be alright. We all will be.

But of course it wasn't. Puck was still hurt, and her family was still in danger.

She rushed over to Puck's side, gingerly rolling his onto his back. He didn't make a sound, and Sabrina felt her heart leap in her throat. Her stomach tightened, and her palms became sweaty.

What if he wasn't alright? What if he was hurt... badly? What if... oh no.

Sabrina felt sick. She felt her head start to feel dizzy and her vision became blurry. She couldn't see properly, couldn't think straight.

Everything was happening too fast.

Frantically, she searched for Puck's pulse. She pressed her fingers to his neck, desperate to feel the slight throbbing of blood being pumped through him. She needed a sign, anything, to prove he was alive.

There was none. He was dead.