IMPORTANT NOTES

1. This story will take on some darker plots. Violence, torture, character death, betrayal, etc.

2. . SPOILERS FOR ALL BOOKS AHEAD! If you have not finished the series, read at your own risk!

3. Expect drama, fluff, Puck/Sabrina, Jake/Briar, Henry/Veronica, Charming/Snow, and some others.

4. This is begins after the events of book 6, and the plot will wind in and out of what Michael Buckley wrote in books 7-9.

Beta-read by Vanimalion

DISCLAIMER: I, unfortunately, do not own anything other then the plot. That incredible honor goes to Mr. Michael Buckley himself. If I did own it, I would be sitting on a yacht in the middle of the Caribbean, sipping lemonade. As it is, I am actually on my bed, now wishing it wasn't raining and that I had some lemonade.

And now, on to Ferryport Landing!

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The Final Battle

Chapter One

"Hey stinkpot! What happened to you? You look like something a vulture would pass over!"

This comment came from a blond fairy with pink wings. He was fluttering around a silent girl, swinging a wooden sword. Both looked about 14. The girl was tall, her long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She looked unhealthily thin, and the sword she held looked almost too big for her body. Her bright blue eyes were squinted with concentration, but she made no sign that she had heard the insult.

The fairy frowned "Did you not hear me Grimm? I just insulted you." Still, the girl stayed silent.

Silence was the newest tactic that Sabrina Grimm was trying. In the weeks leading up to this fight, she had lost repeatedly to the teenaged fairy. The so-called Trickster King had had over four-thousand years to practice his sword fighting, and she had barely been fighting for three.

Puck, puzzled, threw another insult at his opponent. "Sword fighting is obviously not your strength. It's a good thing I'm always there to save your sorry behind, eh Ugly?"

Again, Sabrina stayed silent, although it was killing her. She longed to respond to the boy who tried to make her life a living hell. 'Just a bit longer… After I win I can get him back!' A small smile crept onto her face. She had been waiting for this day for a very long time.

"What are you smiling at Grimm? My pure talent? My handsome visage?" Sabrina bit back the retort, a comment about his finally learning a big word, possibly asking if he had managed to count to ten yet.

Puck glared at her. He swung his sword forward, but she blocked him. Again. He scowled, but then his face lit up. "Hey Sabrina!"

She stumbled. He had never ever called her by her first name before. It had thrown her off guard. She recovered, just barely managing to block his next attack. Mentally kicking herself, she attacked with desperation. She needed the upper hand, but Puck was defending himself effortlessly.

"Grimm? You look absolutely–" He is cut off by an attempted slice. Blocking it he resumed "–beautiful today. You should do your hair like that more often. It reminds me of the day you kissed me."

Sabrina froze, and Puck disarmed her. Crowing with triumph, he flipped her sword into his other hand. "You know, Ugly, you should not be thrown by comments that are so obviously untrue!"

Sabrina, equally mad at herself and Puck, snatches her sword away from him. "Obviously untrue?" She snarled, "Ha! I'm not the one that continually compliments myself! You have such a low opinion of yourself, you feel pressured to tell everyone how great you–" She snatched up her backpack, turning to leave, "–THINK you are! And I did NOT–" She turns back to him, "–kiss you! You did that on your own!" She stormed out of the magical room.

Staring after her in amazement, Puck collected his backpack. He slowly followed her out of his bedroom.

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Sitting on her bed, Sabrina glared out of the window. She could see the forest where Puck had lived before he moved into the Grimm house. 'I wish he would go back there!'

But did she really want that? She though about all the times he had saved her "sorry behind", all of their adventures. Tracking a giant, deactivating a huge robotic Wicked Witch of the West, taming the Big Bad Wolf… 'No,' she thought, 'I would not change it. Nor do I really want him to go away.' She flushed as she remembered the kiss that Puck had brought up. It had not been exactly romantic, being surrounded by chimpanzees and all, but there had been fireworks, both literally and figuratively. 'If given the chance, would I pick anybody else to be my first kiss? No. I guess I would always choose Puck.' The color in her cheeks rose, and she shook herself. She did NOT like Puck in that way. She hated that he had been able to twist her emotions while sparring earlier.

Trying to distract herself from the image of Puck that was pulsing through her mind, she pulled out her Great-Great-Great Aunt Doris's journal. Doris had been an expert on sleeping spells, and Sabrina had been pouring through it, taking anything that might be considered helpful. She was just getting into a particular entry on magical sleeping pills and their cure, when the doorbell rang. She slowly got up and walked to her bedroom door. Opening it, she saw Puck sidling out of his own room.

"Great. Are you getting the door?" she snapped at him, knowing his answer.

He grinned and shook his head. "Naw, I think you should. But I'm here to protect you."

She turned on her heel and stalked down the stairs. "What, you think that the Master will be at the door, ready to kill me?"

"You never know." He shrugged, "When you answered the door a few weeks ago, you opened it to Nottingham's drawn sword. He nearly made a Grimm shish kebob, and only my extreme talent–" a glare from Sabrina cut off his self promotion.

Sabrina opened the door, and her jaw dropped. Outside was a woman. She had curly blonde hair and dazzlingly blue eyes. Her face was round and tanned, with dimples in her cheeks and a dainty nose, sprinkled with freckles. She wore a pale blue dress with tiny pink flowers dotting it. All in all, she would have looked like a grown up six year-old, if not for her timeless eyes.

"G–g–g…" Sabrina stammered.

"Grimm, have you swallowed your tong–" Puck stopped, staring at the woman. Even he recognized her; Mirror had been reflecting her for several years.

"Goldilocks!" He gasped. Sabrina stood frozen, staring, mouth open, at the woman on the porch.

"Hello." Her voice was high, tinkling. "You must be Sabrina Grimm? I am here to save your father."

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