This is going to be a twoshot...hope you like, and the next and final chapter should be going up tomorrow.
Sabrina slammed the door and slid down onto the floor. She leaned her head against the wall and sighed. It had been going on for days, though it seemed like years.
Daphne, Uncle Jake and Granny Relda were angry at her, the house was crazy, and everyone was in danger. At least here she was safe, she thought, sighing. At that moment there was a loud SLAM and she looked up, horrified. He was there, at the window, armed and dangerous.
Five days earlier…
Sabrina hummed quietly as she made her way into the kitchen. She was wearing her favorite outfit, jean cutoffs and a white tee shirt with green writing that said 'I Love School…I Just Hate Seeing You Every Day'.
She walked into the small kitchen, opening the freezer and scanning its contents. She heard a loud burp behind her and said, "What do you want, Puck?"
She turned slowly, to see a scowling fairy, blond hair sticking up and pink wings stiff behind him. His hands were on his hips and his he looked annoyed.
"What?" she asked, pulling out a carton of vanilla ice cream.
"What?" he asked, eyes widening slightly. "WHAT? I'm a KING. You dare to speak to me in such a manner?"
"Um," Sabrina said, rolling her eyes. "Duh."
"Well, if you must know," Puck said, folding his arms, "I am, as I was saying, royalty. I am also a villain, sometimes hero, for you people. You owe me! And nobody is willing to make me anything to eat!"
Sabrina snorted. "The Trickster King doesn't know how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?"
"I…of course I do!" Puck blustered. "I just don't want one. I want…I don't know, something good. Not a sandwich!"
He had a strange expression on his face; if he hadn't been nearly sixteen Sabrina would have called it a pout.
She rolled her eyes and turned around again, pulling out a bottle of Coke. "Well, I'm not making you anything."
Puck glared at her. "Why not?"
"I do things for people who ask me nicely."
The boy grimaced. "Will you please make me something to eat?"
"I said 'please'!"
"And what does that have to do with anything?"
"You said you would make me something if I said it!"
"No, I said I do things for people who ask nicely. I did not say I would make anything for you."
"Yes, you did!"
"No," she answered calmly, "I didn't."
His face turned red and his eyes turned stormy gray. "Come on, Sabrina! I'm hungry! What are you making for yourself, then?"
Puck looked at her oddly. "What's a float?"
"You don't know what a float is."
Sabrina sighed. "Go get a cup."
He grinned and went to the cupboard. He came back with a large white ceramic mug, with the words 'Number One Foxy' written on it in bright red cursive.
Sabrina rolled her eyes. "Pig."
"Yep!" he said agreeably, and morphed his nose into a slimy pink pig snout.
"Ew. You're really gross, you know that, Puck?"
"Duh. So what's a float?"
"Ice cream and coke. Sometimes whipped cream and chocolate syrup, too."
Sabrina nodded and made the floats, making sure to give herself more than him.
"What!" he exclaimed, peering into her cup, "You have a scoop and a half more than me!"
"Give me that!"
He wrestled the ice cream scoop from her and proceeded to scoop half the carton into his mug.
"How did you do that?" Sabrina asked, watching his coke fizz over the sides of the cup.
"Easy," he said, licking some ice cream off his fingers. "So, now what?"
"Now you put on the chocolate syrup and whipped cream."
She handed him the whipped cream canister, then, thinking better of it, sprayed a medium sized dollop onto his mound of ice cream.
He pouted. "Now what?"
"Now you eat it," Sabrina said, "Duh."
"Don't 'duh' me," Puck retorted, "I'm a King."
She glared at him. "Just eat it!"
He stuck out his tongue, but took a bite.
Sabrina muffled a laugh as his eyes widened and his nostrils flared slightly. His lips pursed and his wings popped out of his back.
"Good?" she asked, sarcastically.
He didn't answer, just shoved another spoonful into his mouth.
Sabrina laughed and took her float into the living room, where the television had recently been unearthed. Uncle Jake had spent several days on the phone trying to hook up cable and flirt with the salesgirl at the same time. But they had it now, so Sabrina flopped down onto the faded green couch and picked up the remote. She turned on the T.V. and flipped through the channels. Suite Life…True Jackson…Dora the Explorer…Tide Commercial…CNN…Packers game…Victorious…That 70's Show…Wizards of Waverly Place. Sabrina set down the remote and watched Selena Gomez rant about her elder brother's dental floss.
She finished her float and went to the kitchen to put her dishes in the sink. Puck was sitting there, his eyes bugged out, left eyelid twitching, a spoon dangling from his half-opened mouth.
"What are you doing?" she asked, staring at him as she rinsed her cup and spoon.
"Are you okay?"
It was then that she noticed the empty soda bottle and ice cream carton lying on the floor, the syrup bottle lying in a puddle of chocolate goo on the table, the whipped cream canister crushed in the middle, as though someone had stomped on it.
Puck hiccupped loudly.
"Puck, are you okay?"
"Puck, if this is a joke…"
He stood up abruptly and walked out of the room, hands shaking and wings lifting him up in the air every few seconds.
Sabrina stared after him for a minute, then screamed, "UNCLE JAKE!"
"And then he just walked out!" she finished.
"You gave him a float?"
"Yes," Sabrina said, defensively. "He never had one before! And…and he was hungry!"
Jake groaned. "Sweet and maternal as that is, Brina, he's a fairy."
"Sabrina, his body will process the sugar differently. So we might be in for a couple hours of havoc."
Something cold gripped her belly. "Um…Uncle Jake?"
He put his head in his hands. "Oh, no. What is it, Brina?"
"Um. What would happen if, hypothetically, he didn't have a float, he had a container's worth of ice cream, soda, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup? Hypothetically?"
"Hypothetically," Jake responded, "We'd be in for about a weeks worth of trouble."
Sabrina sighed guiltily. "I wish it were hypothetical."
"YOU DID WHAT?" Daphne and Granny Relda shrieked, staring at Sabrina as though she were insane.
"I…I sort of…left Puck in the kitchen with ice cream and stuff…and he sort of ate it all…" Sabrina mumbled, staring at the floor.
"Sabrina Grimm, I thought you knew better than that!"
"Sabrina, I wanted a float!"
Granny Relda stared at Daphne incredulously for a moment, then turned back to Sabrina. "Sabrina…just…just go to your room for a while, okay? It's probably safest, anyway. We'll be down here."
"Yeah," Jake said, sarcastically, "Or in a bomb shelter. Either way."
Sabrina shrugged and went up to her room. She walked up the stairs and down the hallway. She paused outside Puck's door, pressing her ear to the wood. She heard several loud shrieks, then nothing.
She pushed the door open tentatively, just in time to see Puck leap out of the lagoon, to the enthusiastic shrieks and cheers of his chimps. Upon catching sight of her, the teenage fairy hollered, "Come on, Sabrina! The water's…well, it's freezing, but it's great anyway!"
"Oh, no," Sabrina squeaked, and tried to run away. But she was too late.
Puck flapped over, wet pink wings spraying her with droplets of water, and grabbed her wrists. He flew over the lagoon and dropped suddenly, so that Sabrina's ankles were soaked, then flew up again suddenly. He did this several more times, until only her head was dry.
"Puck, please," she begged, staring up at his wide, slightly maniacal grin.
"No such luck, piggy!" he shouted, and dropped her into the icy water.
Sabrina went numb, only feeling the cold, like needles on every part of her exposed skin.
She popped up above the surface, gasping like a fish out of water, and slowly made her way to shore.
She scanned the area, making sure Puck wasn't going to burst out and scare her, then started for the door, when all of a sudden, it wasn't there anymore.
"What the-" she exclaimed, then felt something sting the back of her neck.
Then again, on her butt, "OW!"
Suddenly, all over, she was being stung, or something. Finally something smacked her in the cheek and fell into her hand. A marshmallow.
The fairy darted out from behind a tree, holding a large plastic and orange metal contraption, along with a bag of marshmallows.
"Puck, you're crazy. Where's the door?"
"What door?" he teased her, aiming his gun again.
"LET ME OUT!"
He shot her, this marshmallow hitting her right in the stomach.
"Fairyboy, you have until about three to let me out before I ram that marshmallow gun up your-"
"Fine," Puck said, pouting. "Spoilsport."
He waved a hand and the door appeared, brown and wooden and safe. Sabrina ran for it and smacked her face into a tree limb that definitely had not been there before.
She grabbed the handle and wrenched the door open. She stomped to her room and slammed her door behind her.
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