Warming sunlight drips into the room, the stars falling back to reveal a sea of green. Animals start waking, birds twittering at each other. Some chimps swing through the trees, and the boxing kangaroo stops snoring.

Puck tries to turn but is caught. "Mm," he mumbles, "move over." Whatever has him stuck doesn't obey. He slowly comes to consciousness, undeniably cozy. He attempts to stretch, and finds one of his arms is completely asleep.

He opens his eyes to find Sabrina right in front of him, laying on her back, an arm thrown over her face to block out the light. It's a near replica of how he usually sleeps.

Twisting, Puck tugs on his arm. God, was he really this heavy? With another wrenching pull, he rescues his dead limb. Frustrated, he shakes it. Pins and needles race through his nerves. He lays back, making the springs bounce.

"Hey," he says, flexing his fingers, "you up yet?"

Sabrina shifts, but her breathing evens back out. He's about to shake her awake when he notices the light glinting off her jaw. Upon closer inspection, he realizes it's hair.

He sighs. Right. Great. They'd been switched long enough for the facial hair to catch up. How long has it been? He frowns, brow furrowing. There was the night they switched, although that hardly counts. The first day with Raken, the day they trained, the spiders and dealing with the ooni, and then everything that happened yesterday trying to get the feather. So, that made this his fifth day as Sabrina. Honestly, he thought they'd have figured this out by now.

He curls up against her, enjoying the morning sounds of his room. He usually never gets up early if he can help it. But, as Sabrina, waking up early seems to be the precedent.

As for the girl in her current state, he should let her sleep, hurt as she had got herself. He can't believe her bad luck. Her danger-magnet ways had transferred to his body. He'd have to scrub himself with every anti-jinx potion known to man when he got the chance.

He tosses to look at her, absently bringing one hand to brush against the stubble of his own face. It's surreal, feeling the stiff hairs there with his now too soft hands. He really hated when it started growing. Yet another horrible symptom of growing up. That, and it took a while for it to start coming in less patchy. He shaved it nearly every morning–the one good thing about body hair was getting to put a knife to it–but, from this perspective, he kind of likes the rugged look it gives him.

Sabrina snores lightly in her sleep, and rolls over, one of her arms coming across his waist. She's not even pulling him closer or anything, she's just...there.

Despite his best efforts, an absolute swarm of butterflies erupt in his stomach. The fluttering is so uncomfortable. Grimm's body is definitely broken.

There's a small gasp from several feet away. Worried that Veronica–or worse–Henry had come looking for them, Puck half sits up, searching for the intruder. What he finds is Daphne at the edge of the tramp, a grin starting to grow on her face.

Oh, great, he thinks, but is relieved nonetheless. "Good, just you," he says, falling back, attempting to make it seem like this was a perfectly normal place to find the two of them. He nudges Sabrina. "Yo, wake up."

"No thanks," she mumbles at length, tucking her head into the side of his neck.

His mind comes to a freezing halt. "Marshmallow," he squeaks–he can't believe he actually squeaked–"is here, stupid. Get up."

Finally, Sabrina blinks, then shakes her head, extricating herself from...herself. She tries to fight down the panic. "Why are you so close?"

"You tell me," he counters, shoving her away. He sits up, pretending to be unruffled, Sabrina following soon after.

"You guys have a nice night?" Daphne questions, wickedly innocent.

"She dragged me here against my will," Puck complains, pointedly looking away.

"I did not," Sabrina mumbles, ruffling her short hair. "He was helping with the pain and we fell asleep."

Daphne doesn't believe her for a second. She shakes with repressed giggles. "You're so lucky I covered with mom and dad for you, I told them you got up early for a walk when they saw you weren't in bed." She shrugs. "I figured you would be in here. You're lucky I found you and not them, I'm much more accommodating."

Sabrina grumbles a few choice words about unfair black mail and takes a breath. She really hates waking up feeling like half her brain is oozing out of her ears.

Luckily, Puck speaks for her. "Why were you looking for us?"

Daphne gestures at Sabrina, her expression softening. "To check on her, of course. How's the pain?"

Sabrina shrugs, shifting, letting her back move a bit. Huh, not so bad. She's also not overcome with lethargy–well, other than the normal morning amount. "Actually," she says, giving her shoulders an experimental roll, "I feel a lot better than yesterday."

Puck throws her a nasty look. "Oh please, Grimm."

"I'm serious," she says, but winces as she tries the stunt again, grabbing her shoulder with one hand.

Puck throws her a superior look, sticking his tongue out.

Daphne leans against the edge of the trampoline. "Can you show us the wings? Then we'd have a better idea of how you're recovering."

Sabrina nods in agreement. Although she thought she had more or less mastered the skill, a ripple of pain starts between her shoulder blades when she orders the wings to extend.

Puck sits back on his elbows, trying to look casual. He really hates when she gets stubborn about things like this. She's going to hurt herself. "Probably not the best idea."

"Shut it, Puck. I'm focusing."

"I'm just saying, if you make it worse, don't expect any more back rubs from me–your tab is already astronomically high."

Irritated, Sabrina turns to him. "I did not have you rub my back," she counters, acutely aware of Daphne intently listening in. "Just..."

Puck is smirking, and it makes it hard to speak. Unexpectedly, the wings unfold from her back. Unbalanced, she tetters forward, but catches herself with her hands.

"Woah," Daphne says, her jaw falling open. "Puck, how long did you say it would take for her to recover?"

"What?" Sabrina says, twisting her neck to see what her sister is talking about. She frowns. The pink things don't look that bad.

Puck scoots over to her and gently runs a finger along the iridescent surface. He looks incredulous. "They shouldn't be like this," he says, blinking in confusion. Overnight, many of the tears had sealed into faint silvery interruptions.

"What?" Sabrina repeats, ignoring the shower of tingles that go through the wings at his touch. "What is it?"

Daphne answers, since Puck seems lost for words. "They look loads better," the girl says.

Puck takes his hand back, unexpectedly hit with irritation that she's recovering so quickly. It's not fair–he never had them suddenly heal like this. "This is ridiculous," he pouts, "you should still be way out of commission."

"Maybe I'm just better at this than you," she says, rolling her eyes. She's not completely one hundred percent, but she's not about to admit that.

Daphne steps back, a hand on her chin, her detective sensibilities and witch training rising to the surface. "Puck," she says thoughtfully, "yesterday, you said your wings are magical, yes?"

He crosses his arms over his chest. "Yeah, but Grimm shouldn't have enough magic to make a significant difference."

"Hm," Daphne hums, considering the two of them. She thinks of all the evidence, the different magical things that have ever transpired between them. Something to do with a prank? No, no. It is hard to focus on this minor mystery when she so badly wants to tease them for sleeping together. Sabrina's hair is still mussed from sleep...sleep!

"Oh. My. Gosh," Daphne squeals, biting her palm–an action she now only uses in the most extreme moments of excitement. "I have a theory," she says, starting to laugh.

"What?" both teenagers ask, wearing twin expressions of annoyance.

"True Love's kiss," she says simply.

Puck glowers at her. "Yeah, no," he says, giving Sabrina a good shove, making her topple over with a small oof, the whole tramp swinging as she regains her balance. "I have not," he emphasizes, "been kissing her. Especially not like this."

Daphne shakes her head, trying to hold back her smirk, but can't help it. "I mean, more like the True Love magic. It's a connection between the two of you. That's why her magic helps, it's a lot stronger than anything I could provide."

Sabrina sits back on her knees, decidedly further away from Puck. "Do you always have to come up with the most lovey-dovey answers for everything?" She shakes her head. The last thing she wants right now is to discuss apples and fate.

"I think it's hardwired into Marshmallow," Puck mutters.

Sabrina wishes he didn't make a joke, because she's very close to laughing at it and making Daphne read even deeper into their personal life. It doesn't help, now that she's fully lucid and not in immense pain, she can remember and better place how embarrassing her actions had been last night. I mean, really, she thinks, the tips of her ears growing red, I can't believe I made him stay here all night.

Daphne giggles behind her hand. "You can choose whether you believe me or not, but if the shoe fits..." She smiles broadly, then shakes her head, knowing that anymore teasing at this point might make them explode. Daphne extends them mercy. "Well, anyway, Jake and I will be downstairs. We have a hydra to locate, after all."

"I'll come with you," Puck offers, leaping to the ground, only losing his balance slightly. Almost on instinct, he glances back at Sabrina. "You coming?"

"Give me a minute," she sighs, rubbing at one eye.

He shrugs, joining Daphne on her way out. "Suit yourself."

After so many days without properly washing herself, Sabrina decides to shower using similar logic to when they had Puck bathe. She feels undeniably better, free of sweat and dirt. She even brushes her teeth, annoyed that, somehow, after centuries of neglect, his teeth are pristine.

When she joins everyone in the living room half an hour later, Daphne, Jake, and Puck are gathered together with a bunch of books between them. Jake and Daphne are discussing some of their notes while Puck holds a journal between his thumb and forefinger like it will burn him. Unable to help herself, she grins, leaning against the bottom frame of the stairs.

"Sure is nice to be clean," she taunts, causing Puck to look up at her with a scowl.

"I could have you hanged for saying such heinous things with my own mouth," he growls, dropping the journal.

She raises an eyebrow, coming to sit next to him. "I doubt you really mean that, considering whose neck is on the line."

Daphne snickers. "You guys are even more entertaining than usual."

Puck looks like he's about to turn this into a full-on argument when Jake puts a finger to his lips. "You know everyone else is either sleeping or getting ready for the day, right? Be quiet."

Daphne smirks. "Unless you guys want everyone else to find out too." She turns to Jake, continuing their previous thought. "So there was never one in the Hall of Wonders?"

"Shouldn't have told her," Puck grumbles, looking to Sabrina with narrowed eyes. "Did you shave?"

She brings a hand up to her face, almost defensive. "Yes, pretty sure everyone would notice if I didn't."

"And you didn't nick yourself?"

"Course not," she shrugs. "I have way more experience than you, considering I shave my legs often enough."

Confused, Puck reaches down to try and feel his own leg, but stops when his fingers brush against fabric. Right, he'd changed into a pair of leggings since that's apparently what Sabrina wore most of the time, judging from the clothes she had her family bring her from home.

"We can't exactly go to Greece," Jake argues, his slightly raised tone bringing the teenagers back into the conversation. "Relda has been keeping close tabs on long distance travel magic. A lot of it can be super dangerous, not to mention," he sighs, quoting his mother, "we can't rely on magic. We need to use it as sparingly as possible, especially the big stuff."

Puck puts his hand on his chin, blowing away a strand of hair from his face. "We could…borrow…something."

"No way," Sabrina immediately retorts. "I'm not stealing from granny ever again."

Puck chuckles at the memory of the giant mouse and keys. "Oh, yeah. She was mad."

Daphne frowns. "Well, Greece is the place where the most hydras have been spotted, even if we don't have a specific den location. And as far as we know, there isn't any in America." She rubs at the bridge of her nose. "We've looked through journal after journal and dozens of creature books. Nothing, nadah."

Puck clears his throat. "So what you're saying is we should take–"

Sabrina elbows him. "There's gotta be something. The brothers Grimm brought over tons of Everafters, even ones they didn't mean to."

Daphne shrugs. "They were German, they mostly had tabs on European myths and fairy tales."

Jake, strangely, is starting to look uncomfortable. He leans in close, keeping his voice quiet. "What about you, Puck? Have you heard anything about a hydra?"

Puck's eyebrows shoot up, but he considers the question for a moment. "I've heard of them, but that was a long time ago, not here–not in New York, I mean."

Daphne purses her lips. "I swear I've read about hydras recently, but they're not in any of these books. Their blood and venom are both potent ingredients–I know that."

Sabrina notices Jake's declining state. He's going pale, and he shuts the book in his lap with a snap. She's about to say something, but Puck beats her to it.

"What's with you, Jake?" Puck asks.

"Uh, nothing," he responds, way too quickly.

Sabrina narrows her eyes. "You know something you're not telling us," she accuses.

Jake tries to shake his head, but stops, relenting. He puts his face in his hands. "I really wish I didn't."

"What do you know?" Sabrina snaps. All of the other leads he led them on had turned out to be solid. What was wrong with this one?

"When I was a kid–I got into a lot of trouble. With a lot of people. Some of them weren't the best people to make enemies with."

Puck leans his elbows on his knees. "Who did you tick off, and what do they know about hydras?"

Jake sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "The things I do for you kids. I'm going to be skinned alive," he mutters miserably.

Daphne's face lights up. "Baba Yaga?" She hits her palm against her forehead. "Of course! That's where I was reading about the properties of hydras. She has potions that use it as an ingredient. Chances are, she could have some on hand."

Sabrina's face falls much like Jake's. "Not her."

Puck laughs, rubbing his hands together. "I love that crazy old witch! When can we go?"

Daphne looks at the clock. "Well, she rarely gets up before noon and she's less friendly if she doesn't get her beauty rest."

"What beauty?" Sabrina says snidely, but her sister ignores the comment.

"We should also prepare an offering," Daphne offers. "So we appear well-meaning."

"Do you think she likes slime?" Puck asks eagerly. "I have some growing on a log in my room."

Sabrina and Jake share a long-suffering look, horrified by the next step of their plan.

.-.-.-.

A few hours later, Sabrina, Daphne, and Puck follow Relda carrying a large basket of fresh bread, desserts, and an unholy amount of gummy candy. The moment the group had wandered to the kitchen uttering the name 'Baba Yaga', Relda had been beyond thrilled. She has a deep respect for the witch and immediately assisted them with gathering things for a proper offering. In Jake's case, things were even better, since Relda had gently offered for him to stay home and away from a potential skinning.

Lucky, Sabrina thought to herself. She didn't exactly have a great reputation with the witch either–and, even worse, Puck was in control of her body. There was no telling what he would say to this 'idol' of his. She kept trying to quietly express to him to stay reserved, but his eyes are shining with mischief.

"You're no fun," he whispers back flippantly. "That's probably why Baba Yaga doesn't like you. You're the one who should keep their mouth shut."

Sabrina scowls, but looks away from him when Daphne starts pulling on her arm. "What?" she says, accidently snapping. She swallows, tries again. "What?"

Daphne watches as Puck walks forward to chat with Relda about the presence of gummy candy in the offering. "Soo," she starts. "How are doing? Still good?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Sabrina answers, not willing to mention that the fatigue is creeping up on her again. She also tries not to think that, if Daphne and the evidence were to be believed, she could just get Puck to touch her again to feel better. She's in good enough condition to walk, and that's more than she could have hoped after yesterday.

"Mhm," Daphne says, seeming a little preoccupied. She cranes her neck to make sure Puck and Relda are occupied with each other. "What's it like, switching bodies?"

Sabrina clenches her hands into fists at her sides, unsure how to answer. "It's...weird," she admits, noticing a few bleached white 'stones' appearing under a few trees. "Especially being switched with a boy. Like," she points to her upper body. "Balance was really hard at first. I could barely figure out how to walk, let alone fight."

Daphne smiles, but Sabrina can see the corner of her lips trying to form a smirk. "Ah, that explains what I saw when you guys were...training."

She bumps her sister's shoulder, but she's laughing a bit too. "It was an accident, okay? We were doing alright one second, then we were arguing the next."

"Sounds like you two," Daphne jokes, but quickly asks another question, her curiosity overwhelming. "What's it like being a fairy? And flying?"

"Strange, yet exhilarating," she admits. "I still haven't quite got the hang of it. I can fly-ish, breathed fire once, but can't change into animals on command."

Daphne's eyes shine with interest. "That sounds so cool!" She pauses, glancing at Puck, who has snuck a packet of gummy candy from behind Relda's back. "What about that?" she asks, inclining her head towards him. "How do you feel about him being you?"

Sabrina sighs through her nose. "I'm not thrilled, but he hasn't been awful about things."

Daphne shakes her head incredulously. "That is the strangest part. I thought he'd be way more gloating and teasing and giving you a hard time."

Sabrina rolls her eyes. "He has, but," she throws her hands behind her head, stretching her aching back a bit, "after being with him the last two months...he's still him, but less annoying, if that's possible. He's mellowed out a lot."

"You both have," she laughs to herself. "If this happened when you were twelve you guys would've absolutely freaked. There would have been no hiding it. You didn't have the self-control."

Sabrina frowns, but doesn't argue, knowing her sister is right. "Yeah, well, it wouldn't have been nearly as embarrassing if we were kids," she mutters.

Daphne blinks in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Unwittingly, that uncomfortable blushing feeling comes over Sabrina again. Her ribs are tighter, her ears are on fire. This whole, maybe–probably, feeling the sensations Puck would usually feel in his own body were weird enough without saying it out loud. There was a lot of layers to it. The attraction she felt to her own body, the out-of-nowhere protective thoughts, and the urges to do something a little more dramatic. She really doesn't want to broach the subject with her sister. She'd have way too much ammunition, even if it was at Puck's expense.

"Oh," would you look at that," she says, spotting the bone fence–a sight she never thought she'd be relieved to see, "we're here." She jogs ahead to walk next to Puck and Relda, snatching the packet of candy from the former and sticking it back in the basket as they approach the creepy house.

Puck sneers at her, but doesn't attempt to take it back.

Relda steps forward and knocks. "Old Mother," she calls out, "the Grimms are here, with an offering."

There's a shuffling from inside the hovel. The door swings open, revealing a truly disgusting hag. "Hm," she says through her warty nose. "Did you bring me the–" he beady eyes light up upon seeing the packages of candy. "Delightful!" she attempts to snatch the basket from Relda, but the woman holds it slightly out of reach.

"Old Mother," Redla says carefully, "we've come to talk, Daphne–" the girl steps forward, "–has a few questions for you about a magical artifact she found yesterday."

"Of course, of course," the witch says impatiently. "Come in then. Watch your step, I've just had the floor blood-waxed."

She group shuffles in, observing the shiny, red-tinted floor. Inwardly, Sabrina wants to feel sick, but instead, she finds herself fascinated by the change. What in the world is blood-wax and why would someone want it? For the aesthetic?

Puck looks rather queasy. The smell of all the strange concoctions and the floor is a gross melange.

"Go on," Baba Yaga tells Relda, "put the basket on the table, and you sit in the chair. You're too old to be standing about."

Relda smiles good-naturedly and drops the basket on the one small clear spot on the table indicated and goes to the witch's armchair.

The moment Relda is out of the way, Baba Yaga nabs a packet of candy and rips it open. She tilts her head back, her jaw unhinging so she can toss the entire bag's worth into her mouth at once. She chews noisily, a contented look on her face.

"She must really like that stuff," Sabrina mutters.

Daphne nods. "I shared some with her last time I was here. She's hooked on the chewiness."

Disturbed on what the chewiness could remind the cannibalistic witch of, Sabrina takes a step back, bumping into Puck.

"Watch it, smelly," he mutters, glancing around the room at all the oddities. As usual, Baba Yaga's house is messy and filled to the brim with pickled creature parts and magical items. He doesn't like that twinge in his gut upon seeing all of it. There's a mug of wands in particular that draws his attention. He's not sure why, but he's absolutely sure one of those is his.

"Puck," Sabrina hisses, to get his attention fully on her. "You're okay, focus."

He blinks, looking at Sabrina instead of the capitating mug. "Right," he says haltingly. Her eyebrows draw together in concern, and, for a moment, Puck desperately wants to bury his face in her chest to block the rest of the confusing world out.

He takes a deep breath, snapping out of it, watching Daphne approach the happily munching witch.

"Hi B," Daphne greets cheerfully. "I've been working on those spells you set me to work on."

"Good, good," the witch says distractedly, starting on a new package, taking this one one gummy worm at a time.

"I came across this yesterday," Daphne continues, pulling off her backpack. From inside, she pulls out the Y shaped device that started this whole mess. "It's broken, and from my research, I think that hydra venom could help me repair it. Do you have any?"

Candy momentarily forgotten, the witch stares at the device with extreme interest. "Can I see that?"

"Yes, you may see it and hold it for a minute," Daphne invites, careful with her words so the witch can't twist her meaning.

Baba Yaga takes the device and runs her fingers down the intricate surface. "Hmm," she hums, "this is old magic, girl. Powerful. Recently disturbed and broken." She fingers the crack peeking out of the wrapping. "Poor thing," she murmurs, then looks back to the girl. "You'll need a lot more than hydra venom to fix it."

Daphne nods, taking the device back. "Well, that makes sense. Could you still help me with the venom? I know you use some for certain potions. I have some experiments I'd like to try."

"No."

"No?" Sabrina growls, taking a step forward. "What d'you mean no?"

Baba Yaga gives Sabrina the stink eye. "You're much bigger than I remember, fairy."

Sabrina crosses her arms, glowering, ready to give the witch a piece of her mind when Puck pulls her back.

"What happened to 'stay reserved'?" he mutters.

"Hear her out, Puck," Relda says from her chair. She looks to the witch. "Is there a potential problem with it?"

The witch's face turns ruddy. "No problems. I just..." She scowls. "I may have–I may have run out of hydra venom, and I'm very angry about it."

"How'd you run out?" Daphne asks.

"My order was canceled," the witch shrieks, growing furious. "If I'd know they were going to cut me off I would've been more careful with such a rare ingredient."

"Who cut you off?" Puck presses.

Baba Yaga frowns. "The only supplier in the northern Americas, that's who! It's illegal to import it overseas from Greece. Those fools don't know who they've crossed. I'd get it myself and teach them all a lesson, but I can't risk missing the new season of Heaven's Rose. It's streaming new episodes every day for the next week and I need to know if Helen gets back with Tom or Dave."

For a moment, the Grimms are too confused to say anything. Finally, Daphne glances at the teenagers, at their disappointed faces, and then looks back to Baba Yaga.

"Where can we go to get the venom? Where is the supplier?"

An idea seems to occur to the witch. Baba Yaga slowly grins, baring her uncomfortably sharp teeth. "I'll tell you where you can get hydra venom if you promise to bring some back to me."

.-.-.-.

AN: Can someone please tell me how this chapter got so long? I usually think that conversations don't take up that many words and they flow so easily, but then here we are, 4,000 words later. We've got a hydra to find. Who could possibly be the supplier? Hoping all this set up for this last item is going well. Can't help but sidetrack the plot for a little taste of Puckabrina. Next chapter, there may or may not be more. No promises. ;)