Puck is spitting mad when he learns who the hydra venom supplier is.

"So," Jake says, "we have to go to Connecticut."

"Unbelievable," Puck mutters, pacing the carpet of Sabrina's room. The group gathered here after their visit to Baba Yaga to update Jake and figure out their next step.

Sabrina leans against her headboard. "Give it a rest, gas bag. We all know you're angry."

Daphne is a bit confused by his outburst. "What's so bad about this group?"

"They're more Northern fae, like Aspen! They shouldn't have a whole underground zoo and casino as south as Connecticut. Their territory is in Canada."

"Aspen was the one who detained Puck and Sabrina," Jake reminds Daphne. His lip quirks. "He's still a bit salty about it."

"I am not," Puck retorts. "He's just the worst. And so are the rest of his people."

Sabrina can't help a small snort of amusement. "I take Faerie doesn't have the best relationship with them."

Puck scowls. "They shouldn't have crossed the border."

Sabrina shrugs. "Declare war on them when we're back to normal. But for now, we need to get this venom. Consider this a reconnaissance mission."

Puck holds her gaze for several seconds before he backs down with a fed up exhale. He sits down heavily, flopping his head on Sabrina's thigh.

She considers pushing him away, but leaves him be. A part of her wants to reach out and play with the long blonde hair. "How do we get there? The ring?"

"Yeah," Jake agrees, "we're close enough for only a few jumps. It's only open at night so we'll need to wait out until after dinner. We shouldn't need anything extra to our loadout. Everyone can sneak out at different times so we're less noticed."

"Fine," Puck snaps, sitting up. "I'm going to the mirror to swing a sword around." He marches out of the room and slams the door shut behind him.

The three watch the door for several moments after he's gone.

"Wow," Daphne says, looking at Sabrina, "and I thought you were moody."

Sabrina shoots her a glare and sighs. "I should probably follow him. Make sure he doesn't hurt himself."

Sabrina makes it to the hall when her seemingly bottomless stomach growls. She didn't eat a full lunch because of all their preparations for Baba Yaga. Against her better judgment, she decides a quick snack break couldn't hurt.

She tromps down the stairs. In the kitchen, she finds Henry and Basil. The former is drinking his afternoon cup of coffee and the latter is making stars out of strips of paper.

As Sabrina begins raiding the fridge, she can hear her father talking quietly to Basil. "Hey, Baz, do you think you could go upstairs and find mama? Show her how to make one of these."

He nods enthusiastically and scoops up his supplies, scurrying to the stairs with a quick wave at Sabrina.

Sabrina gets an uncomfortable feeling in her gut. She knows how her father sets things up when he wants to talk to someone alone. She grabs a bag of trail mix, deciding she might as well eat it upstairs.

"Puck," Henry says firmly.

Crud.

"Hey...Hank," she says, turning to face the man. Admittedly, it's both weird and a little funny to call her dad a silly nickname. "You need something?"

"Yes, actually. Sit."

He's using that commanding tone, the kind that usually makes Sabrina roll her eyes and huff. But why is he using it on someone he believes to be Puck?

Trying to appear sulky, she drops in a chair across from him. "Yes?" she says, mocking politeness.

Henry frowns, steepling his fingers. "Where were you last night?"

The question takes her by surprise. "Uh, in bed. Y'know, the tramp. In my room."

"And Sabrina?"

She blinks, tries to keep down the rising heat. The truth, while mostly innocent, needs way too many details to get to that point. "I dunno," she mutters, grabbing some nuts and putting a few in her mouth. "Probably her room, why?"

Henry leans forward. "She wasn't there when we went to bed or in the morning."

"Maybe she started nesting in the woods."

The man sighs, starting to sound irritated. "Somehow, I doubt that."

Sabrina's lips start to pull down. Were these the kind of things her father asked other people about her? She knew how to take care of herself. "Say," she twirls a finger in the air lazily. "Have you thought to ask her any of this yourself? I don't follow her around like a poodle or anything."

"But she does tell you things. And you keep her safe," Henry replies, eyes narrowed.

A lurch yo-yos in her stomach. This chair is starting to get uncomfortable for her messed up back. "Yeah, well, she does owe me a substantial amount."

Henry stops beating around the bush. "We–my wife and I–know she slept in your room last night."

"What kind of thin-ice evidence are you riding on, old man?" she accuses, but can feel her defense unraveling as her ears begin to heat up. She braces herself for a shouting match, sure he's about to rip her to shreds for being with daughter in that way.

Instead, he looks resigned. "I thought you promised to keep her safe, at the beginning of the summer."

"I have!" she retaliates, confused by her quickness to answer. She pauses, swallowing. "I wouldn't hurt her," she says in a more level voice. What is she doing? She's way out of the realm of what she should be saying as Puck.

A few moments of silence.

"I believe you," Henry says. "But you need to be careful. Growing up is a wild ride no matter who you are and..." he pauses, seeming unsure how to classify the fairy, how to go about lecturing him.

Sabrina's heart is pounding in her ears. "I'll keep that in mind," she manages to bite out, and rushes for the stairs.

.-.-.-.

As evening quickly approaches, the sounds of clanging pots and old German folk songs resonate from the kitchen. Relda is cooking.

Pathetically hungry even after snacking, Sabrina waits in the living room entertaining Red, Daphne, and Basil with random feats of agility. Apparently, this is a common game for the group. Daphne really gets a kick out of it, watching Sabrina's small moment of surprise every time she manages a new trick. She stands on her hands, does cartwheels, and even a flip (with a little help from the wings). These aren't things she's ever really tried as herself, but she's seen Puck do them plenty of times. She does what she can to just let muscle memory take over. A sense of elation and smugness creeps over her the more the younger kids clap and cheer. The realization of how easy it can be to make Puck feel good is rather amusing, and while considering this, she attempts to walk on her hands, only to clip the edge of the couch and fall over. Everyone starts laughing, and she finds herself caught up in it, too.

She picks herself up and lounges out on the couch, hiding the small wince of pain as she lays down. After getting over the sheer awkwardness and implications of the chat with her father, she tried to find Puck up in the mirror. After a long period of looking, however, she couldn't find any sign of him. One of their practice swords was conspicuously missing, so she decided that he must be okay, wherever he slunk off to.

As the kids giggle and try to help Basil into a handstand of his own, Jake enters the room, instantly setting his eyes on Sabrina. He comes to the couch, and she sits up so he can sit next to her.

Jake leans close to her ear, covering his mouth with his hand. "Have you seen Puck since he stormed out of the room?"

Sabrina shakes her head. "I was going to go talk to him but I got sidetracked."

Jake lifts an eyebrow, but doesn't pry. "We need him back. If he's missing for dinner, the whole household might be called on a manhunt."

Which means they won't be able to go to Connecticut tonight. Sabrina sighs. "And you think I'll be able to find him?"

The man shrugs. "Better than me or Daph. He always talks to you honestly."

She rubs her face in irritation. Why did everyone say stuff like that about them? If this switch has taught her anything, it's that Puck has kept plenty of his personal secrets from her. "Alright, fine. I'll try the woods, that was a hot spot for tantrums when we were kids."

She rises to her feet and stretches before making her way to the front door. Outside, the late summer air is sweet and cool. She tucks her hands in her pockets and walks into the woods where the sunshine dapples the ground with golden light. With the sunset fully in motion, this place looks truly magical.

She doesn't have much time to worry over finding Puck will be difficult, because, all too soon, all she has to do is follow the sounds of swearing and metal hitting foliage.

In a clearing with the bare traces of garbage and a greenish pool, she finds him, hacking away at the underbrush. The moment she sees him, she knows he isn't actually trying to practice. He's angry–red faced and sloppy.

"You done?" she calls out, surprising him.

He whirls around, brandishing the weapon, instantly taking a more proper stance. "Oh," he mutters, "just you."

"Yup," she says, lifting an eyebrow. "Just me."

He turns, effectively trying to ignore her.

"Dinner's almost ready."

"Not hungry."

Sabrina can't help a little chuckle. "I never thought I'd hear you say that."

He doesn't reply, which is Sabrina's real sign that he's not doing well. "Hey," she says, "if you come eat, I promise to look the other way if you decide to assassinate a northern fae or two."

Puck huffs, finally turning. "I should have skinned Aspen back in Jersey."

"I know; get in line."

He wrinkles his nose in annoyance, something that is definitely a Sabrina gesture. "Grimm, I'm serious."

She cocks an eyebrow. "Never thought I'd hear you say that either. Come on, just walk with me–towards the house. You can vent more while we do."

Scowling, he joins her, taking an easy strolling pace back home. "This switch isn't even fun anymore," he complains.

"Was it ever fun?" she asks, crossing her arms.

He flounders for a moment. "Well, yeah. When I thought this wouldn't last that long. I'm losing it."

"Don't be so dramatic."

Puck glares at her. "At first this seemed like a great way to mess with you–"

"Oh, c'mon–"

"Don't interrupt. Anyway, it's almost been a week and every step of the way has been harder than the last. I hate not being myself. I hate feeling–" he throws his hands in the air in frustration, then lets them fall, one hand trailing the thin scar on his throat.

Sabrina sighs. "What else would you propose we do?"

He looks away, grumpy. "I don't know."

Unsure why, she opens her mouth again. "It hasn't been all bad."

Puck guffaws. "Oh, please."

"Really," she insists. "I've learned a lot about you. The wings, the shifting, fighting...just stuff about you I never thought to ask before."

He snorts, shoving the sword in his scabbard. "You're getting gushy on me, Grimm."

"I am not," she retorts. "I'm trying to cheer you up."

"I do not need 'cheering'."

Sabrina rolls her eyes. "Yes, you do." She hesitates, biting her lip. "What about you? Have you learned anything about being me?"

Puck pauses. They're at the edge of the woods, just barely fifty feet from the house. Light is fading fast, making him have to squint at Sabrina to see her fully.

She looks away. "Nevermind. Forget I asked."

Puck stares at the ground, starts to take a step, stops again, then goes to the side of the house to rest his back against. "I've...I've discovered some stuff."

Surprised he actually answered, she trails him, leaning her shoulder against the siding. "Yeah?" she prompts.

He sighs. "Just that you're more capable than I realized. Working through your unique limitations. Keeping up with your whole family hounding you. All. The. Time."

Sabrina grins. "They can be a lot. They mean well."

He snorts, nodding in agreement. "They're all so–they all care about you. They want to support you even when they don't know how."

Sabrina notices the tone of resentment in his voice. "Granny and Jake adore you," she reminds him.

He gives her the stink eye. "It's not the same. I'm not a Grimm."

Sabrina pushes his shoulder lightly. "Yes you are, gasbag. Everyone knows that."

He frowns at the ground, the last vestiges of light sparking off his hair, illuminating him in a halo of light. Unexpectedly, Sabrina's heart starts to beat faster.

"I don't know," he says, looking up at Sabrina. "I'll kill you if you tell anyone this, but I don't think I ever realized how loved you are, by all of them."

Sabrina's having a hard time keeping up with what he's saying. "We care about you too, Puck. Granny loves you, Basil and Daphne and Canis and..." she shrugs. "Like it or not, you've made yourself a fixture of this family."

"What about you?"

"Huh?"

He takes a small step forward, head cocked to the side. The dark is cloaking them both now, making the glimmer in his eyes stand out. "What do you think about me?"

She loses traction on her sanity. "You're really pretty," she blurts out.

He blinks at her, taken aback. "What?"

Sabrina has to look away from him, putting a hand to her chest. God, she feels like she's going to implode. "Why do I keep thinking stuff like that?" she accuses.

He looks away and sighs. He's quiet for a long time. "Probably the body you're in," he says finally, sounding like the words pain him greatly. "I think stuff like that a lot."

Sabrina bites her lip and glares at him. "About every girl you see or just me?"

A challenge.

He sighs heavily. "Do you really need me to answer that?"

Sabrina narrows her eyes at him and leans in close. "Yeah, actually. I'd rather like to know."

Puck swallows, unused to seeing so much intensity on his own face. He shifts uncomfortably. "Fine, fine, you. Just you."

Sabrina leans against the wall and smiles.

Puck bites his lip-something that Sabrina recognizes as one of her common gestures.

"Don't look so smug," Puck growls, stomping his foot. "You're guilty too. It's not like you don't think stuff like that about me. Every five seconds it's another thought about how cute my body looks or how..."

Sabrina was listening, she really was, but the words kind of zone out as she watches him talk, the way his lips form words as he speaks, the curve of his mouth-and she forgets for the time being that they're switched and that she's really staring at herself.

"-and you're not even hearing me, are you?" Puck throws his hands up and then takes a good look at her, the darkened gaze, the set of her shoulders, and catches where her eyes have strayed. "Why are you...why are you looking at me like that?"

Sabrina finally snaps out of her stupor and feels a woozy rush of heat spread through her. "No reason," she manages, her voice a little high pitched.

Puck studies the expression and grins. "Oh man, were you really staring at my lips?"

Sabrina lets out a weak snarl. "Of course not! That would just be plain narcissistic."

"Uh huh," he says, unconvinced, crossing his arms. "Or maybe you just can't help but remember it's me in here and that's got you feeling all kinds of attracted." He smirks, drawing attention to those lips that had arrested her earlier, hip thrust out to one side.

Suddenly, Sabrina can't help herself. She moves forward and kisses him.

It should be strange, but there's some kind of break that snaps deep in her gut that feels very warm, and very good. His lips-her body's, whatever, it's Puck regardless-are warm and soft, and the little gasp he lets out makes her wild. The two stumble, and Puck almost falls over-the wave of weakness in his legs making it hard to remain standing. Sabrina's hands find his lower back, and, with little effort, turns them and presses Puck up against the side of the house.

Puck, for his part, feels electricity wherever they're pressed together, which, now-is practically everywhere. He brings his hands up to the back of her head and pulls her forward until the kiss deepens. He shifts, slides one hand to brush against one of her collarbones and runs his tongue along the inside edge of her lip.

The wings spring from her back.

The two break apart, breathing hard, staring at eyes, mouths, shoulders-the huge pink wings.

"Oh," Sabrina starts, voice low and smooth as silk, "I'll have to remember that one for when I get my own body back."

The words send shivers down his back. And I, he thinks privately, need to remember to use that tone of voice.

Sabrina glances back at the wings which flutter with their own kind of life, briefly considering trying to fold them away, but decides she'll probably make herself look like a fool. They're being extremely stubborn because of the throbbing heat of the kisses still dancing across her lips and drumming through her body. Pleasure streams through her, sweet and teasing.

"Well," Puck says, finally regaining his usual air, "I told you so."

Sabrina glares at him half-heartedly. "Told me so what?"

He grins, running one finger along her jaw, feeling the smooth skin and a little rough spot she missed, "that you wanted to kiss me, no matter what body I happen to be inhabiting."

It takes her a second to line his words up in her mind, the soft touch of his hands on her face making it hard to focus. "Shut up," she lands on, unable to deny the statement. She pushes his hands down and continues, "don't look so smug," her face draws into a smirk, "remember who I am right now. There are no secrets about how you feel."

Puck's grin falters, quickly gearing up to tell her the same thing, when she continues, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Considering, I know exactly how good this-" she leans forward and presses a lingering kiss to his lips before moving back only an inch or two, letting their foreheads touch. She's a bit breathless as she finishes, "-feels to you." She stares into Puck's eyes, so bright blue, yet hardly managing to hide the fairy hidden underneath. She waits for them to flood with defeat, or irritation, but instead, his expression turns intense-thoughtful. And he tucks his head down, pressing his lips to her neck.

She nearly chokes.

He teasingly traces a line of fire up-up to the base of her jaw, then to that bump right under her ear, and then catches her earlobe between his teeth. Sabrina jerks her head back, then finds his lips again. They stand like that for a what could be seconds or minutes, locked in each other's arms, forgetting about their predicament-the device, the switch-forgetting to pay attention to anything except each other.

A sharp intake of breath a few yards away yanks them from their reverie, and they separate, bumping foreheads in their haste to see who it is.

Veronica puts one hand over her mouth in shock, and Sabrina can see why. There she was, pressed up against what looked to be her daughter, kissing like two irresponsible kids in the shadows. She immediately releases Puck who pushes himself off the wall, shoving his hands in his pockets and shuffling his feet.

"Uh, h-hey m-Veronica," Sabrina stutters, almost forgetting to call her by her name because of how flustered she is.

"Nice night," Veronica says finally, her expression somewhere between amusement and stern.

"Listen, I know-"

"We can explain-"

Sabrina and Puck blush furiously, sharing a panicked look. Sabrina fights a rising thought in her mind-she couldn't keep her hands off of me! But that would come back to bite her eventually.

Veronica purses her lips, considering them. "I'm not going to say anything to anyone-especially," she gives a pointed look to Puck who looks like he'd rather melt into the floor, "your father, that's something you need to tell him yourself. Heaven knows he worries enough. Just," she pauses, sighing deeply like she's thought about this subject more than they would ever know, "Please just tell me that this kind of thing wasn't going on when you were practically alone together for two months."

Puck shakes his head quickly, the blush on his face reaching a fever pitch.

"Good," Veronica affirms, crossing her arms. "Now, I came out here to find you two to tell you dinner is ready." She lifts an eyebrow. "I'm going to go in now, and you two better be on my heels."

"Right," Puck says in a high pitched tone as the woman saunters away, with a secret smile of her own.

The teenagers stand there, alone, for a few more awkward moments.

Sabrina clears her throat and flexes her fingers. "Let's not do that again until we're back in our own heads, deal?"

"Deal," Puck says immediately.

Sabrina glances over at him, feeling flustered all over again. Because, admittedly, despite what just happened with Veronica and what they just agreed to...she really wants to kiss him again.

Puck catches her gaze, sees the shy embarrassment and the red face and cheeks. It's too much. She's too much. "Dammit," he mutters under his breath, and he grabs her by the collar of her shirt and kisses her again–for a fleeting, searing moment–then he lets her go, retreating into the house.

.-.-.-.

AN: *Evil cackle* guuuuyysss, you have no clue how long I've had that kiss written. And, as many people in the fandom seem to agree on, Veronica is #2 Puckabrina fan (#1 is Daphne) and most definitely finds their antics hilarious. Anyways, I have to somehow follow this up. So, y'know. See ya later.