A/N:

Sky: Well, people really seemed to like "Flip", and asked me to do more scenes. I wanted Flip to be a one-shot, so I decided if I had the urge for more Puck reactions, I could just put them here instead. They won't be in chronological order or anything like that, so each A/N will explain where in the series this is taking place. The conversations and actions (unless horribly skipped over) will be mostly verbatim. I don't want to change the scene itself, I'm just gonna add more emotional content. I'm also not re-writing all the details, especially since those details in the book are mostly Sabrina's POV. It'll seem a bit rushed, but the story'll mostly be in Puck's head anyway.

So these'll be scenes people either wanted elaborations on, or scenes I found to be lacking and displeased with :3 Feel free to leave suggestions of scenes you'd like to see done.

Dunno when I'll update this, it's mostly something to do while I wait for Ayns to get off work and get on AIM. UNRELATED TO OUR EPIC STORY, and please don't compare our writing. We write together and enjoy it, we don't need anyone telling us I suck and she's better or she sucks and I'm better, that's just unhelpful. All other reviews will be appreciated ^^

This chapter is told from Puck's POV and takes place in book 3 when Puck saves Sabrina from the Jabberwocky. Bribri reviewed Flip and said they'd like that, and to be honest, I wanted to do the whole thing anyway. Bit long, sorry ^^; (Sorry this one was gonna be short but I felt like doing the WHOLE thing…) And I hope it's not OOC. As I said before, I'm wary about playing Puck, that's usually Ayns' job.

Bonus points if you get the reference from the title name ^^!

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Musings of a King

Chapter One: Oh Great, They Have a Jabberwocky

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Of course the timing was awful. Nothing ever went right anymore, did it? It wasn't supposed to be that way. I was royalty. If the timing was wrong, someone else came in and made it right, and if something wasn't going according to plan, someone should have been fixing it for me. I got what I wanted, and no one opposed me.

Well, that wasn't true anymore. One person always opposed me, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't fun most of the time. She had a certain knack for messing up my plans and getting herself in trouble. It was usually funny.

Then again, I was supposed to be some kind of protector now—completely incognito, that is. I didn't need that kind of reputation leaking out.

The idiot (I refused to think of her as anything else considering the situation she'd put us in) had gone through a magical portal against the wishes of the old lady to try and save her parents. Good intentions, I'm sure, but she is without a doubt, like I said, an idiot. Like they wouldn't be guarded by something; if it had been that easy, you'd think the old lady would have done something already.

Normally I enjoy being right. I mean, who doesn't? But in this case it meant a huge creature with a lot of teeth about to eat my most entertaining victim. Back to the original point about timing, Sabrina 'the idiot' Grimm had screamed the moment she'd seen the Jabberwocky, and like an identical idiot, I'd gone into the portal to get her. The plan could have worked, except the moment I'd announced my plan to rescue her, the portal had closed behind us. Just peachy. So there we were, stuck in some random place with a huge angry monster.

When the Jabberwocky hit her, I was pretty sure she was a goner. I mean, the thing had smacked her so hard even MY head hurt. Luckily, it only took a moment to realize it had knocked her out for a second or two. The last thing I needed was Sabrina Grimm dying on my watch. The idea didn't sit well with me at all, and I yelled at the Jabberwocky to keep it from eating her while she was asleep. The big oaf didn't budge off of her, but it seemed to be watching me, which was a good thing.

When she opened her eyes, she seemed to notice the Jabberwocky towering over her, putting a lot of weight on one of her arms. Looked broken. Ouch. She closed her eyes again, then opened them—but not because she was dazed, I noted. Was she going insane or thinking that playing dead would work? It wouldn't, by the way.

"Fudge," Grimm whispered, and I knew at once that was the best word she could use without cursing.

Hah! She thought she'd been dreaming. Yeah, right!

"Well, good morning!" I called to her, taunting now that I knew she was still alive and her brain hadn't been scrambled. (More than usual anyway)

"Puck?"

No, it's the Ghost of Christmas Past. Who else would it be? Jeez.

"Did we wake you? So sorry!" I scowled in her direction, contemplating just how much work I'd have to do to get us both out of this situation. She owed me, big time.

"Could you get this thing off of me?"

She sounded so calm. Like moving a Jabberwocky was that easy. Well, it was for me, but that was beside the point. I wasn't her errand boy. "It's gonna cost you."

"What?" She tried to find me with her eyes, probably to complain.

"I figure if I'm going to have to save your butt every time you get into trouble, I may as well be paid for it," I said simply. "The going rate for this kind of job is seven million dollars."

"Where am I going to get seven million dollars? I'm eleven years old!" She complained.

Eh, I'd let her sort that one out later. "And I want all your desserts for the next six months," I added, figuring that one would be more likely while I waited for the cash payout. Not that I necessarily expected her to be able to pay it, but it would be a fun excuse to do something else to her later.

She took her sweet time agreeing, too. I didn't budge. Why save her if she was going to be so ungrateful for my services? It was when the beast's ugly purple tongue darted out and licked her in the face that she finally spoke again, shouting "Fine!"

I would have preferred something more fitting, like "Thank you for such a gracious offer, of course I'd be happy to pay", but I let it slide and jumped into the air, flipping and grabbing a light fixture hanging from the ceiling. Once I had enough momentum, I swung down onto the creature feet first, then jumped back off and flipped, giving an extra show of flourish when I landed perfectly by Grimm's head.

I flashed her my most mischievous grin and helped her to her feet. No doubt she was impressed. "Did you see that landing, Grimm? I wanted to make sure you get your money's worth."

She just scowled—how rude, she didn't look awed—and I'd made it look so good, too! And I hadn't even made her get off her butt on her own.

"How long was I unconscious?"

"Long enough for me to get old big-and-ugly here pretty angry," I answered, watching the Jabberwocky recover and charge us. Maybe I shouldn't have milked the landing.

My wings popped out and fluttered behind me reliably. I grabbed the back of her coat and jumped into the air, narrowly missing the attack. She probably hadn't even noticed my quick thinking.

"I've got the big one," I told her, setting her back down so I could have my hands free. "You take the little one," I didn't glance over at the little girl in the corner when I said it, giving Grimm more credit than I should have. Hopefully she wouldn't stand there like an idiot and make me have to rescue her again.

Due to the fact that I had to fight the Jabberwocky, I wasn't paying much attention to Grimm or her broken arm. It wasn't until the psycho little girl started ranting about kitties and fires that I realized what was about to happen.

I avoided the flames with ease, but I noticed Grimm wasn't paying attention to the Jabberwocky. I spoke without thinking, shouting at her. "Sabrina, duck!" Great, I'd slipped up and used her first name. I'd have to voluntarily take a bath to get that moment off.

Luckily she did as she was told, and the stream of molten fiery breath shot over her head, just inches from burning her face off. I didn't even realize I was holding my breath until a large tail smashed into me and I crashed into a wall, getting the wind knocked out of me in one rush. It wasn't like me to get distracted like that, and I was too stunned to think much about it.

The next thing I felt was something really hot on my shirt, followed by small hands smacking against me to put out flames. Noting that it was Sabrina, I pushed myself up and stepped in front of her, scowling at the Jabberwocky. What kind of protector would I be if I let Sabr-that idio-Grimm, get eaten? "C'mon, ugly. I'm just getting started," I taunted, snatching my sword and smacking it on the snout once.

Right before I was about to unleash what would have most likely been the killing blow, a portion of the ceiling collapsed right on the ugly thing, knocking it back and making it stagger away. Yay, except the ceiling was still falling, and we were next.

I yanked Grimm with me to safety while the ceiling fell in miserable burning chunks all around us. It was definitely time to go. "I think this party is over."

"Wait!" Sabrina tried to go back into the mess, her voice a shout to rise above the roaring fire. "There could be a clue here to where she took my parents!"

"Any clue is kindling now," I said, resisting the urge to smack her. Did she enjoy being in constant danger, or was this some kind of punishment for me? I was really earning that seven mil. "If you get killed, the old lady will never let me hear the end of it."

The smoke was black and thick, and it tasted awful. I was trying to rush, but Grimm kept looking into the rooms we passed. What, did she want a tour?

Aha! Above us was an exit sign, meaning we could get out of the stupid hallway of smoke and choking. I forced it open and nearly got knocked off my feet by wind and snow, smacking me in the face like an icy slap. That sucked.

Bringing my hand up, I peered through my fingers and squinted. It was way too windy, we were gonna have to hoof it. "We're in the mountains, I think," I called to her.

"Can you fly us out of here?"

…Yeah sure, let me get my magic wand. Idiot.

"The wind is too strong," I said with as much patience as I could manage, helping her out. I wanted to grimace when I saw that her arm really was broken and in bad shape. She was probably too helpless to do much on her own.

That made me feel weird. I couldn't describe it, and I didn't really like it. But I still wrapped an arm around her and helped her through the snowdrifts in silence.

Of course, it didn't help that the Jabberwocky had followed us. In no time at all, we were running for our lives again, the wind harsh and cold on our faces. I wasn't exactly sure where we were—well, not until we came to the four-hundred-foot drop at the top of a steep hill. Just great, we had nowhere to go but down!

"Puck, I…"

I turned to her. Oh great, was she about to confess her feelings or something? Girls always fall for the heroes. I didn't really like this transition from villain to hero that she was seeing, it was all wrong. I had to cut her off. She couldn't fall for me. I was the villain.

"I know what you are going to say and I think it's an excellent idea. I'll leave you here and save myself."

"That's not what I was going to say at all!" She shouted. Was she blushing? Hah! Liar. "I was going to ask if you had any ideas for getting us out of this."

If I'd had any, didn't she think I'd have done something? "Grimm, you usually handle the running and crying part." What else would we do, really?

She looked away, eyes fixed on the steep, snow-covered hill in front of us.

Bleh. Maybe I should let her confess her feelings and get it over with; we were both about to be eaten.

"If only we had a sled," she mumbled, before I could speak.

A sled? I had something much better, what an awesome idea! Mine, not hers.

I got down on my hands and knees.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

I resisted the urge to respond with sarcasm. Too much joking and I might get her killed. "Climb on my back," I told her instead. "I've got an idea."

Once she was on, I transformed my face into that of a walrus. They were so freaking cool, with their tusks and huge teeth. If it wasn't such a serious situation, I would have enjoyed it a lot more.

"Okay, what now?"

Now we have tea and talk about our feelings. Jeez!

"Grab my tusk."

"Grab your what?"

I turned to her in exasperation, noting her cringe. Luckily, she did what I told her to.

"Please don't do this," she whimpered. "This is such a bad idea."

Tch. No faith. This was gonna be awesome!

"The only bad ideas are the ones never tried," I told her, completing the transition into a full walrus. "Keep your hands and feet inside the ride until we come to a complete stop. Here we go!"With not a moment to spare, I jumped over the edge, delighting in the fall and Grimm's shriek on the way down. When we hit the hill and began to slide down, she stopped screaming, twisting on my back. "I think we lost it! We're safe!"

I didn't turn to look because not only would that make us spin a bit too much, but I couldn't exactly stop now. The ride through traffic was just plain AWESOME, spinning and fast, just like a ride. When we finally skidded to a stop, I was trying not to laugh at her reactions. I don't think she enjoyed it.

"Let's do it again!" I laughed, rolling onto my side. I was laughing so hard I didn't notice at first that she was hurt. I mean, I knew she'd dislodged when we'd crashed, but while I transformed back into my normal self, I could see her clutching her arm and looking around the barn we were in.

"Grimm, you look like you fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch," I said, once I'd gotten the laughter out. She really did look terrible and cold. Her teeth were chattering, and she almost seemed ready to cry.

I don't know why I did it, but I really couldn't stand that side of her. Why couldn't she have just insulted me like always and stomped away?

Sighing, I walked over and sat beside her, wings popping out again. She was such a helpless little mortal. I wrapped my wings around her, sheltering her from the cold. Her teeth stopped chattering, but so help me if she started getting mushy, I was going to let her freeze. I don't even know why I was doing it, I just didn't like it when she looked so desperate.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke. Then she broke the silence.

"What was that thing?"

Well, that explained some of it, at least. She was as clueless as ever. "It's called a Jabberwocky," I answered. "Two tons of teeth, tail, and terror. From what I've heard, they're impossible to kill. But don't worry, Grimm; it's gone. It had its share of the Trickster King for one day."

My chest puffed up a bit as I said it. This was the part where she was supposed to praise me for how awesome I was in saving her butt. Again.

"We need to get help," she said, shivering again.

Any other time, I would have been annoyed at her refusal to praise me, but she really was cold. Still, what did it take to impress her? Did I have to slay a dragon or something? "I'm on it."

Reaching into my pocket, I brought out my flute and summoned my loyal minions to me. "Go get the old lady, and bring me something to start a fire," I told them sternly.

The best part about pixies was that they were incredibly obedient and resourceful. They also didn't give me much grief about the fact that I had Sabrina Grimm trembling in my wings. In no time at all, they'd brought me the materials I needed.

I took the root beer they'd provided me with. "You have served me well, minions," I told them, before chugging the drink and tossing it aside. It was tasty.

"Ahhhh," I sighed, wiping my mouth on my sleeve. At least getting us warm was enjoyable.

"Was that refreshing? I'd hate for you to be thirsty. Maybe you would like a sandwich, too."

…Did she just snarl at me?! Of all the indignities! I was going out of my way to be nice to her, and she was complaining again?

"Keep your pants on," I said in annoyance. "Something has to be done to keep you from turning into a Grimmsicle."

I unfolded my wings, grimacing when she started shivering again, then turned to the pile of timber my minions had laid out for me. All it took was one good belch, and a large fireball lit the pile for me. All at once, it stopped being quite so cold and miserable in the barn.

"I didn't know you could do that."

"Oh, I'm full of surprises," I said proudly, looking back to her. "Want to see what I can do out the other end?"

The minions laughed, twittering around cheerfully.

"Uh, no thanks," she edged closer to the fire, and I smirked. Too bad.

"Suit yourself," I said with a shrug, looking back to the pixies. "I need you to go back to the road and wait for the old lady. Come and get me when she arrives."

Once they'd gone, I sat back and wrapped my wings around Grimm again. Warmer or not, I wasn't taking chances. I didn't need her to get sick and die after all my valiant efforts to stop her from being Jabberwocky-lunch.

Glancing back over, I noticed the look on her face. She seemed like she might cry, and I didn't know how I was going to handle that. Angry Sabrina Grimm was one thing. Crying Sabrina Grimm was another. So I quickly said the only thing I could think of that might make her feel better. It came out as a whisper, because it wasn't something I normally said.

"I'm sorry we couldn't save your parents."

The look on her face didn't get better. I had to glance to the fire to stop from saying something else that was probably stupid, and she didn't answer me. After a long moment, I turned to look at her, only to see her staring at me with something close to envy on her face. Did it really suck that much, being a helpless little mortal?

Yeah, it probably did.

"I'd prefer if we kept the heroics to ourselves," I said, breaking the silence again. "The last thing I need is you yapping to everyone in town about me being a hero. I am most definitely not a hero. I'm a villain-"

"Of the worst kind," she finished for me. "I know."

"And don't you forget it!" I said firmly.

"How could I? You tell me every ten minutes."

I scowled at the fire. I had to tell her every ten minutes. Given how many times I had to save her from danger, I didn't want her to get the wrong idea.

"Still," she said after what seemed like forever, but had only been a few minutes of silence. "Thanks for saving me."

"No problem," I said to her, feeling her relax under my wing, no doubt falling asleep from exhaustion. "I'll just add it to your tab."

She didn't answer me that time, and I couldn't help myself from looking down at her. When she wasn't scowling, her face was kind of pretty. I liked the way she looked a lot better than most of the faerie girls I'd grown up around. They were sparkling princesses with princessy reactions. Sabrina Grimm was anything but that.

My eyes snapped wide open, and I turned to the fire. I had just called Sabrina Grimm pretty. I had just compared her to the kind of girl I was supposed to marry. What was wrong with me?!

It had to be the whole near-death experience thing. I mean, there was no way I was actually looking at Sabrina Grimm's face and calling her pretty. To be sure, I turned to her again. She was snuggling in my wings, right up against my side.

The. Trickster. King. Does. Not. Snuggle.

I tried very hard not to twitch. If I woke her up, she'd just be annoyed and harder to deal with. At least this way she didn't have to see that it was making me blush a little. The sooner the old lady showed up, the better.

I studied her face again while she slept. Her hair was tangled from the running, and her cheeks were a little smudged with soot, but there was something… I don't know, I couldn't describe it. I had to do something about it.

I glanced back at the fire, drawing my wings in a bit closer so there was no chance she'd get cold. I had to do something. I couldn't let myself react this way around her, she was my enemy.

"Hey Grimm, you awake?" I muttered, making absolutely sure she wasn't going to tease me about this later.

The only answer was her steady breathing.

So I tried it out again—something that had been a mistake.

"Sabrina," I said, looking to her. Her name sounded weird coming from me and not in a shout of 'oh crap you're gonna die'. But oddly enough, I liked saying it.

THAT WAS A BAD THING.

"Okay pull it together," I told myself, scowling. "So she doesn't look that bad right now. You can fix that. Just need… A marker! Ah, a permanent marker."

I rubbed my hands together a bit. It was a perfect plan. I'd get a permanent marker and draw on her face until it stopped making me feel so… so nice.And then I'd blame it on the fact that she was never going to be able to pay me seven million dollars. No one would have to know the real reason, I'd get to play an awesome prank, and no one could blame me, because I'd just saved Sabrina Grimm's life. Now if only I could think of a good way to unwrap my wings before the old lady or the Marshmallow caught a glimpse, without getting Sabrina sick.

Without getting Grimm sick, I corrected myself immediately, groaning at the slip up. It was going to take way more than just one bath to get rid of this.

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A/N:

Sky: Hope that wasn't too OOC or anything, but reading that section of the book made me realize he really started warming up to her at that point—like putting his arm around her to guide her through the snow and stuff. More than I remembered. I also forgot he called her "Sabrina" out loud when she almost got fried…

Oh well XD R/R? Luvvies!