Puck manifested a sword from the air, but made it seem like he had had it the whole time. Still shocking Willow, he stabbed it straight in the monster's chest all the way through, and the thing doubled over; falling to the ground.

"You just- you- you-"

"Willow... I can explain."

She shook her head. "That's was too easy."

A deep rumbling started, shaking the floor. The monster got up in a flash. The bubbling creature's skin burst slowly, oozing a shiny, silvery slime.

"My dream..." Willow whispered. "Robin, give me the sword!"


"Just do it!"

He gave her the sword and she slashed off the monster's gruesome head; quickly it disintegrated, leaving nothing more than the silver slime.

"We have to go. If this is anything like my dream, there are more. Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"My Grandma's house. Come on, Rob. It's not safe here." She said, already running.

They ran to the garage. Sasha was there, leaning against the school car. "Hello, best bud?"

Willow didn't wait to chat, slashing at her with the sword. Puck was feeling weak from all the iron, but slashed at Sasha himself. Chandler's goons appeared out of nowhere. It was too many and they were all on top of Puck, stabbing him in the arm, face, and legs. With his experience and Summer magic, he killed one, and soon they were on the ground, but not a puddle of gunk. Willow decapitated them, and soon they were really dead.

"Only I can kill them." Willow said, looking at Puck sadly. "You're hurt."

"It's nothing, just scratches." Puck said, but his vision was blurring.

"Come on, there'll be more." She said, opening the door. "Hurry Puck, we don't have much time."

Puck got into the passenger's side, forgetting about the iron, burning his hand. "**." He muttered.

"What's wrong?" asked Willow, getting the keys from under the mat.

"Nothing." Puck muttered.

"I really didn't want to do this." Willow whispered, touching Puck's forehead. "Heal, forget and sleep."

Soon, everything went black, but not before he saw his burn, and "scratches" healing.


Puck woke up to mumbling; he couldn't make out words. He opened his eyes slowly to blurs of black and white.

A husky voice said something.

Puck blinked a couple of times, and groaned.

"Finally, you're awake," said the rough voice.

"He was knocked out, and it's my fault, Gram…"

"So…It was still a pretty long time."

The other voice sighed. "Are you okay, Robin?"

"Of course he's okay. Don't you see? He's fine. Not one scratch."

"Well, if we hadn't dropped him I wouldn't be asking."

"Don't worry he's one of them, Willow. They don't die by being dropped on the head."

"What do you mean 'they'?"

"Oh, Willow. You have to know that he's not human."


"He. Is. Not. Human."

"Of course he is! What else would he be?"

"One of them."

"I'm sure I would have noticed if he wasn't human, I've known him for…four months. We've spent pretty much every day together. He helped me fight those…things."

"And how do you think he knows how to fight, Willow?"

"I- I don't know? How did I?"

"You were in martial arts for five years."

"Maybe he was too."

"Likely, but I know who he is. Right, Puck?"

"Puck? Like a Midsummer Night's Dream? Grandma, I think you need to sleep a bit."

"She's not lying." Puck said, sitting up. "Or crazy, or even wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"I am one of them. I'm Puck, King Oberon's court jester."

"You're a...?"


"A faery?"

Puck nodded.

"I'll just let you two talk." said Grandma, leaving.

"A faery?!" yelled Willow.

Puck nodded. "I was going to tell you. I swear I was…it's just I never found the right time."

"What do you mean you never found the right time?! What about the first day we met? Or the second? Or you know before I-" her voice dropped to a whisper. "-I kissed you. Robin- Puck- whatever your name is. Wouldn't that have been a good time?"

"I'm sorry. Please, just…"

"What? Please, just what?"

"Forgive me. I know I should have just told you but it was safer for you not to know."

"Safer how? Obviously it wasn't safe enough."

"The less you know the less they're attracted to you."

"The faeries?"

"Yes, the faeries."

"And why are you here?"

"I made a promise to protect you."

"And that promise included hiding this from me."

"No, but I'm sorry, okay?"

"Why, though? Why do you need to protect me?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?" Willow asked.

"No, I don't."

Willow shook her head, then paused. "I guess that's fair…You're suppose to protect me right?"

Puck nodded.

"Well? What do we do now?"

"Do you have a phone?" Puck asked. "Preferably with a speaker."

"Yeah, my cell phone." She through it at him, making him shuffle to the edge of the bed.

"What? You asked for it."

"Yeah, well I didn't ask for you to give it to me…I can't touch iron. It burns me."

"Really?" She asked.

"Yeah. I can't lie either. You can ask your grandmother."

"How does she know about you?"

"I don't know. Maybe you should ask her... She won't tell me."

Willow frowned. "What?"

"Well, can you get the phone? The number is-"

"What do you mean by 'she won't tell you'? You don't know her, do you?"

"I- do."

"How?" She asked.

"I- I was your bird."

"You were my bird." She shook her head, not being able to believe that. "And she didn't tell me either. She knew this whole time and didn't tell me. And you. You couldn't just say 'hey I'm here to help'? You had to hide. Did you think I wasn't going to accept you? Or that I would hate you or something? Why couldn't you just tell me? And don't say because you didn't have the time. We had enough time to ourselves. You know what, I don't want your excuses. I - I have to go." She turned, ready to leave.

"What about you, Willow?" Puck whispered. She turned back, confused. "I know you're hiding something, and I'm fine with it. But I'm not the only one hiding things. I don't know why but I think back to what happened and the last thing I remember is Sasha fighting us, then it's black. You can't blame me for something I thought was the right thing to protect you from the worst. Fact is Willow, once you know something, you can never unknow it."

"You're right Rob- Puck. You can't unknow anything. If you wanted to know what I'm hiding, so freaking badly, just ask."

"What is it then, Willow?"

"Puck." She sighed. "Okay, I'll tell you everything, I guess. But I'll tell you the worst first."