AN~ Any of you who've read my old stuff will probably recognize a big part of this, because this is the MUCH-edited (read: completely rewritten) version 2.0 of chapter 9 of my fic, Hundred. I've wanted to make it an actual fic for a while now.

Disclaimer: Still don't own it.

Sabrina woke early in the morning from a dream of a slug crawling down her face, muttering 'dangit' repeatedly, and it took her several minutes to remember where she was: visiting Granny over Spring Break, along with the rest of her family- all the rest of her family, Puck and Uncle Jake included- in one of several guest bedrooms, sharing a bedroom and bed with Daphne for the first time in over a year. After she'd regained her sense of place, she realized that the feeling of something sticky and slimy creeping down her forehead to her nose hadn't vanished, nor had the quiet 'dangits.'

Puck. Of course.

"What the frick are you doing?" she snapped at the boy, opening her eyes and glaring up at him.

"Double dangit," he muttered, shaking glue off his fingertips. It splattered onto her face.

The glue was all over her face and arms, her pillows, her sheets, and her nemesis, in big gloppy puddles that looked strangely menacing as she attempted to circumnavigate them to stand up.

"Look at me! I'm a mess!" she glared at him, while he sniggered. "What on earth were you trying to do?"

"Glue a basketball to your head," he told her, shaking his hands again. "The glue was thicker than I thought it would be."

Sabrina looked him, eyebrows raised, for a few minutes, then turned away, shaking her head and sighing, to collect clean, glue-free clothes from her dresser. She had to pick them up carefully, holding them only by the tips of her fingers, to keep the glue from coating them, too. She headed for the door.

"Where you goin', Grimm?" Puck, asked, following her. She smiled to herself with the thought that he was kind of like a puppy.

"Where do you think? To wash this stuff off, dummy. You'd better take a shower too."

"No," he said, and she could hear the stubborn set of his jaw in his voice.

"Suit yourself," she said, opening the door with the fingertips of her other hand.

She walked to the bathroom, and several minutes later, emerged much cleaner and in a marginally better mood. "Your turn," she told Puck, who was sitting on the floor outside the bathroom, leaning against the wall.

"I said no," he said, and this time she could see that stubborn jaw.

"Get in that bathroom," she ordered.

"Why do you care so much?" he asked, going on the attack. "Besides, I'm stuck."

"Did you ever consider the fact that you SMELL?" she asked, rolling her eyes, then narrowing them, "And whaddaya mean, 'you're stuck'?"

"I sat in the glue and I'm stuck to the wall."

"Great." She rolled her eyes. Only Puck. How this boy could be such an idiot and still so smart, she would never understand.

She offered him her hands, palms facing out, and he grabbed them. She tugged at him, ignoring the slimy feel of his hands, and fought against the strength of the glue. Finally, with a loud ripping noise, boy and girl flew against the opposite wall, Puck falling in a tangle against Sabrina's chest and taking several sheets of new wallpaper with him to the other side of the floor. Sabrina winced. Granny wasn't going to like that. Then she remembered that Puck's warm front was pressed against hers, and she blushed.

"Could you get off?" She muttered.

"Workin' on it," Puck muttered, equally red in the face.

He got up, pulling Sabrina with him. She went to pull her hand, still clasped in his, away to freedom, but met with resistance. She looked toward the unmoving hand. "Ummm... Puck? You can let go now."

"I'm trying, Grimm." Puck replied, shaking his hand.

"You had glue on that hand, didn't you?" Sabrina cried, horrified.

"Uh-oh." Puck whispered.


"Premium, grade-A, industrial strength Forever Glue," Granny read, "manufactured by Ghepetto & Son since 1508."

Sabrina and Puck were sitting at the kitchen table, stuck hands lying on its dark wood surface, while Granny looked at the tube of glue and Uncle Jake and Daphne inspected their hands.

"Wow." Uncle Jake shook his head. "Where do you find this stuff?"

"Pinocchio left it sitting on his dresser," Puck said, "I just borrowed it.

"Does it say how to get it off?" Sabrina asked anxiously.

"Give me a minute, liebling... Allow for one minute to set up, do not leave excess glue on surfaces, as it is enchanted to only dry once it comes into contact with a second surface... oh dear."

"What?" Sabrina asked warily.

"Sabrina, please don't get too upset."

"What. Does. It. Say?"

"You took my glue?" Pinocchio's voice came from the entrance to the room, and the bucktoothed boy walked into the kitchen.

"Yeah," Puck said, not bothering to look ashamed of himself.

"Oh dear," Pinocchio said. "I'm sorry, Sabrina. I am very sorry."

"What the frick does it say?" Sabrina demanded.

"It's Forever Glue, Sabrina," Pinocchio snapped. "What do you think it says?"

"You mean I'm going to be stuck to this smelly freak forever?" Sabrina demanded. "Not okay!"

"No, not forever," Pinocchio said delicately. "Not technically."

"Explain," Sabrina demanded.

"Well, we called it Forever Glue," Pinocchio said, "But it's not, exactly. The enchantment lasts for a year and a day, which is good for normal objects because it gives time for magic to work into the whole thing, so it's close enough to forever to work. For you and Puck, though, it won't last forever. Just until the enchantment is gone. Then your skin cells will shed the glue and you'll be free."

"So we're gonna be stuck like this for a year and a day?" Sabrina demanded, incredulous.

"Slightly longer, but yes, that's close enough," Pinocchio said, nodding.

"Well," Daphne said brightly, "That's better than forever."

"I'm gonna kill you, Puck," Sabrina said, murder in her tone as well as her words.

"You think I feel any better about this? I don't wanna be stuck to you anymore than you wanna be stuck to me!" Puck protested, affronted.

"But it was your idea!"

"Who insisted I get up and take a bath?"

"If you had, we wouldn't be in this mess!"

"If you hadn't helped me up, we wouldn't either!"

"So you'd rather be stuck to a wall?"

"Well, at least the wall isn't as ugly as you are!"

"Children, calm down," Granny interrupted, "We'll fix this."

"How?" Sabrina and Puck demanded in concert.

"I can attempt to brew an antidote," Pinocchio said, "And I assume the people in town will help."

"Yes, of course they will," Granny said, "And until then, you'll simply have to learn to live with it."

"Live with it how?" Sabrina asked. "How am I going to go to the bathroom? Or take showers? Or get dressed? Or go to school, or go back home, or- this is impossible, Grany!"

"Not impossible," Granny said, "Simply difficult. The spell Puck uses to keep his clothes from hampering his wings ought to work for dressing, and we'll work out a system of privacy for when you... do other things. I don't know about school, though I'm sure we can work something out."

"You better work on that cure fast, wooden-butt," Puck told Pinocchio threateningly.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Daphne went to answer it, and led Snow and Charming into the kitchen. Both Everafters stopped and stared at Sabrina and Puck's hands, still lying clasped on the table.

"It's now what you think!" Puck cried, blushing furiously.

Sabrina sighed, running her free hand over her bright red face. "This is gonna be a long year."