AN~ I love snow days. They allow me to write a great deal. We have at least four inches of snow, and it's still snowing hard. Don't you just love March? So springlike. I think my dad jinxed it. Oh, by the way, I'm not going to concentrate on anything else that will never happen, even though if I get a good idea, I might throw it in, just Sabrina as an everafter. What color should Sabrina's wings be, btw? Little puckabrina here for y'all.

elliegoat: Please review all my stories like you do this one! 1) Is gravity an element? good idea, can you just imagine her burning Puck's hair off as revenge? 2) No. Sorry, but I have no idea how that would work. I have a soft spot for Baba Yaga anyway. 3) See answer for number one.

Sabrina was feeling cramped. Baba Yaga had strictly stated that until they knew more, she couldn't use her wings, and Granny had made her stop walking on the ceiling, so she was stuck on the ground.

But, the wings had changed something, somehow. She no longer felt happy just walking on the ground, and even running didn't feel as good as it used to. She felt this strong desire to fly; to be up in the air; to have a third dimension to move in. It was so strong she felt like she might explode if she didn't get off the ground soon.

She thought about it for a second, decided it was worth it, and scanned the house for potential dangers. Granny was cooking, as usual. Uncle Jake was out with Briar, Henry, and Veronica, watching some movie or something. Daphne, Puck and Red were alternating between watching a different movie and complaining that they couldn't go outside because of the rain. No one was paying any attention to her. Perfect!

Sabrina snuck outside, spread her wings, and took off. It war harder than she had thought it would be. The whole beating her wings to keep in the air part was just fine, it was almost like an instinct, but the rain made her wings heavier, and the wind was almost too strong for her to move. But just being in the air was exhilarating! She felt like she could do this forever!

Then the wind had to go pick up speed and ruin her fun.

Sabrina glared at the clouds and yelled "Stupid storm!"

She was getting worried, now. She'd lost control of her direction and was rushing headlong for who knows what. Sabrina shrieked as she flew on, and just as she thought she was about to hit the side of the house, she stopped.

Sabrina blinked for a moment, made sure she was alive, and realized she was being held by somebody. She looked up. Puck's arms were wrapped around her. It was really the wrong moment for this, but she couldn't help thinking how good he looked with his hair all slicked down like that.

"Of all times to sneak out, Grimm." Puck said, shaking his head.

"No one was outside." Sabrina said defensively.

"You're one of the dumbest people I've ever met." Puck rolled his eyes, shouting over the storm.

"Takes one to know one." Sabrina shot back.

Puck landed safely on the porch, and blinked at Sabrina. Then he started laughing. "You look ridiculous."

Sabrina looked back at him dryly and said, "I'm not the only one."

"We're quite a pair." Puck grinned.

"We really are." Sabrina smiled. "I mean, we've even got a pattern going. I do something stupid, you rescue me. Repeat."

"What would you do with out me, Grimm?" Puck asked.

"I think I'd be dead about five times over."

"C'mon, your parents are back, and the Old Lady thinks it's time for you to tell them what's up."

"Great." Sabrina muttered. Of course, as long as Puck was with her, she didn't particularly mind.