Don't Forget Me
A Sister's Grimm Fan Fiction
Sequel to: A Little Less 16 Candles
Chapter 1: Heard Your Voice In a Dream

Sabrina Grimm woke up in her double bed, green and black patterned room surrounding her. Of course, as per usual with her mornings lately, she woke up with a start.

She'd had that dream again. That haunting dream that told her she was forgetting something. The one that she knew meant something, even though she knew that it couldn't possibly mean anything. After all, it wasn't as if she knew who the people in the dream were. She had no idea who the boy that shed been dreaming about for so long was. So how could the dream hold any sort of special message with a hidden meaning for her?

It wasn't possible.

So why did she need to convince herself that every single time she woke up? Why did she constantly have to remind herself that he wasn't a real person, just a figment of her imagination that she created in order to cope with her mundane and simple life.

He wasn't any boy that she'd ever seen walking around the streets of New York City, and as that was all she knew in life, she knew that it wasn't possible for him to be a boy she actually knew. It had to be true that the dream was nothing more than it was called. It wasn't anything more than a dream. Nothing more and nothing less.

The dream wasn't anything special, but she remembered every detail and was always stuck with the images running through her head as she tried to get through each day, finding each day that was usually enjoyable for her even more boring than she had thought it was the day before. She felt like she was always doing the same thing and not really having anything different happen. There wasn't even a change in the environment around her. And even though she should have been used to these average occurrences, she felt as though, at one point in her life, everything was different and exciting.

"Did you have the dream again?" Her younger sister, Daphne, asked her, plopping up onto her elbow and turning slightly to face her from her pink and white side of the bedroom.

Daphne's dark, glossy mane of thick hair was in a frizzy, sloppy braid that fell down her back and her make-up was smudged around her dark eyes. Her fluffy pink comforter was bunched up under her neck and she was struggling with her legs to get her slightly chunky and short frame free of the blankets she was wrapped up in.

"Well, did you?" She raised her eyebrows as she studied her sister.

"Yeah...I did," Sabrina admitted, lowering her head as she pushed a piece of golden, honey blonde hair behind her ear and narrowed her blue eyes thoughtfully.

"I just don't understand why I keep having it. What does it mean? And who is he?" She frowned, shaking her head as she pushed her blankets back and swung her long, muscular legs over the edge of the bed, sitting up in an upright position as she faced her sister.

She waited until Daphne was finished struggling with her own blankets, taking the time to adjust the hem of her black, razor back tank top and the fluffy, lime green and black zebra stripped shorts she'd slept in the night before.

"What happens in it again?" Daphne wondered, rubbing at her eyes and yawning. Daphne loved her sleep and the mere fact that she was awake to worry about her sister showed what a close bond they had and how much they liked one another.

"It's...complicated," Sabrina sighed, shaking her head as the scenes of her dream ran back into her head.

"No way!" Sabrina shrieked as she exited the doll-like house and stared at the red vehicle parked in the driveway. Not just any vehicle. It was her dream car. An old-extremely old-Mercedes convertible in just the right shade of red. "You do not drive that car. It's not seriously yours, is it?" She asked, turning towards the tall, sixteen year old boy with the sloppy blonde hair who was standing besides her. He turned to her, his green eyes sparkling a bit and catching the light to appear blue, and smiled.

"It's mine," He chuckled.

"Do you seriously chuckle? That's so pre-Shakespearean age," She rolled her eyes as she entered the car, hopping in over the top without bothering to open her door. Daphne had already crawled into the backseat and the boy was on his way into the car, on the driver's side.

There was silence, but a comfortable silence, between them as he started the car. Sabrina turned on the radio and her eyes widened at the song coming from the CD that the boy had in the car.

"You like Fall Out Boy?" She asked, raising her eyebrows as A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me started to play, blasting through the speakers.

"You know this song? Hard core fan," He said appreciatively, sneaking a glance at her and smiling, almost to himself before shaking his head and focusing on the road before him once again.

There was something about the way he looked at her that told Sabrina they had something, even if that was clearly just a short scene from when they had first gotten to know one another. There was something about him that told her that she knew him and she knew him well. But when she opened her eyes, she couldn't recall how she knew him. All she could remember was that she didn't really know him. That he wasn't a real person.

And that killed her because she wanted him to be real.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"You didn't talk to me at school today at all. Puck, what's going on?" Sabrina asked, narrowing her eyes as she studied him in concern. Something must be bothering him, as he didn't try to bother her at all that day. And he would never go a day without trying to do that. He lived to annoy her, she felt like that was an actual fact even though the dream did nothing to prove it.

"I'm not a fan of your new friends, alright? But I have no right to tell you who to be friends with. So it's easier to just ignore you at school. I really don't like that Toby kid," He said, narrowing his eyes and having a sudden bitter tone to his voice as he spoke the name of the other male.

Sabrina frowned as she studied him, reaching up and running a hand through her hair as she turned around and paced away from him before turning around and walking towards him again. A small smile started to play at her lips as she did her best to fight back a laugh, knowing that if she laughed at him, the entire conversation would be over and this moment-one of her rare moments of fun and carefree happiness-would be gone. She would have wasted it and thrown it all away because she couldn't handle things properly.

"Are you jealous?" She blurted, a corner of her mouth raising upwards into a half smile.

"Jealous?"

"Of Toby."

"I'm not jealous of him. I just don't like him. I don't trust him and I don't want you to get hurt."

"I won't get hurt."

"How do you know?"

"Because I have you," she said with a shrug.

"There was more to the dream last night," Sabrina blurted out.

"Did you find something else out about him?" Daphne asked.

"His name..."She said, trailing off as she spoke.

How stupid could she be? SHe reached for her nightstand, grabbing the book she was using for school and flipped through the pages. Then she slammed it shut and tossed it to the floor.

She was an idiot. She was a complete and total idiot.

"His name's Puck. I'm such an idiot. Puck's one of the characters in that stupid book I'm reading for English. I'm having dreams about him because I'm reading the book. I'm just imagining stupid scenes with him in them," She said, rolling her eyes as she lifted herself from her bed and started to make her way towards her dresser to pick out something to wear for the day.

"There's something else." Daphne said.

Sabrina paused as she stood at her dresser, but shook off her sister's words. There was nothing left to think about. There was nothing else about the dream. All that mattered was that she figured out who the boy was. He wasn't anybody special. He wasn't anything. He was just a figment of her imagination because she was bored with her life. She created the scenarios as an escape from the boringness of her own life. It made perfect sense. She wasn't ashamed to admit it.

But what was that nagging feeling in the back of her mind? That nagging voice that told her she was wrong.

"Are you still having that dream?" Veronica Grimm asked her sixteen year old daughter as the blonde sat down at the breakfast table.

Sabrina hesitated before answering, shooting her sister a warning look. SHe knew how her parents would react if they knew that she was still having that dream, the dream that she swore she would tell them about every single time she had it. And she really didn't want to be made out to be a crazy person who had to go see a therapist over a silly dream.

"No," She shook her head, reaching towards the pitcher of orange juice and pouring herself a glass.

"Are you sure? You seemed a little restless last night," Veronica frowned as she made her way towards the table with a plate of pancakes.

"I just had a nightmare. No big deal. It happens all the time." Sabrina shrugged it off with a smile.

"If you're sure," Veronica sighed, shaking her head as she set the plate down on the table.

Sabrina hated lying to her parents, but what else was she going to do. She couldn't tell them about the reoccurring dream without an over reaction from them. And she really could do without having to find a way to convince them that the dream didn't mean anything. Even if she tried to explain her theory about the dream boy being related to a book, they would want to know why it was always the same scene and they would be very curious about the fact that a new scene had been added.

It was easier for her to lie, even if it did go against all of her morals. Even if it meant that she was breaking all of her honesty rules. She didn't like to lie to anybody and she hated being lied to. But sometimes desperate times call for drastic measures. And if lying was going to get her out of having to see a psychiatrist to properly understand her dream, she was fine with breaking a couple of her rules.

Still, the fact that she was asking her sister to lie for her was bothering her. As was the fact that she knew the dream meant something and all she wanted was to figure out what it meant. Maybe seeing somebody who was a professional could help her. She was sure it wouldn't do any damage. But on the other hand, she didn't want to risk it if it turned out to be nothing. She sort of liked the mysteriousness of it all and she didn't want anything to happen to make the dreams stop.

Puck had lived his entire life without very much change being involved. He had been the same, immature, childish fairy-boy that Shakespeare had written about for four thousand years and he was proud to say he wouldn't be changing anytime soon. He was happy with how he was and he wasn't planning on changing who he was.

Which was why his recent series of events happened to surprise him and confuse him.

"What's for lunch?" He asked, walking into Relda Grimm's kitchen with a lazy, half grin crawling across his handsome, pixie-like face. He yawned, reaching his long, muscular arms up over his head and revealing a sliver of his muscular stomach as his green tee shirt rose with the action, spreading away from the waist line of his faded, baggy jeans.

"Lunch? You just had breakfast two hours ago. And a snack half an hour ago that was big enough to feed a small village," Relda frowned in confusion, tilting her head to the side a bit. "Are you alright?" She worried.

"I'm fine. I'm just hungry. All the time," He complained as he made his way towards the fridge and pulled out a can of Cheez-Whic, tilting his head backwards and angling the nozzle into his mouth, spraying the cheddar flavored liquid into his mouth. "I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't stop eating. I don't even know what this is," He exclaimed as he popped a handful of chips into his mouth and topped it off with another squirt of the cheesy fat.

"You're getting taller, too." She noted, glancing down at his short pants.

"I can't be getting taller," He rolled his green eyes as he closed the fridge, grabbed a bag of Jolly Ranchers, and made his way towards the door from the kitchen. "I can only get taller if I'm getting older and we both know I'm not going to do that any time soon," He said, entering the living room and plopping down onto the couch, reaching for the remote to turn on the TV.

"You know that it happens sometimes without the Everafter even realizing he decided to grow up," Relda pointed out knowingly.

"Only if they fall in love. And I'm not in love with anybody. I don't even have any girls around to fall in love with, except for you and you're like a mother to me, even if I'm old enough to be your mother's grand father," He pointed out.

"What about those dreams you've been having? Aren't those about some girl?"

"I just made her up. She's not real, Relda," He shook his head. "I don't even know her name. How can I be in love with some girl I've only seen in a dream?" He raised his eyebrows as he studied her curiously.

"Stranger things have happened. You should know that," She relied mysteriously.

She walked towards the fireplace where she kept pictures of her children and her grandchildren and placed an obviously new photo. It contrasted greatly with the baby pictures of the two young girls that surrounded the shelf. It was a picture of a beautiful blonde with high cheekbones and navy blue, sparkling eyes. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips were pouty. Besides her was a cheeky, slightly chubby brunette with dark eyes and a round face.

The girl seemed so familiar to Puck, despite the fact that he'd never once met her. He didn't even know the name of Relda's granddaughters as he knew she didn't like to discuss that particular aspect of her life. Still, he couldn't help but ask her about this particular subject. Because that was the girl that had been in his dreams so many times.

"Who is? That girl in the picture?" He blurted.

"My granddaughters. Daphne and Sabrina. Their mother, Veronica, just recently sent it to me. She tries to keep me updated in their life as often as she can," Relda explained easily.

"Are they coming to visit anytime soon?"

"Oh, I've never even spoken to them. Henry isn't very fond of Ferryport Landing, you know that. I'm not even sure they know I'm here. They won't be coming anytime soon." Relda shook her head.

"You should try to contact them. If I could see my parents, I would. I mean, I'd go and see my mother and Mustardseed. Not my father." Puck shrugged. It wasn't a secret that he and his father had never gotten along and probably would never get along. "Family's important. You should try to be with them as much as you can. It's not like it's dangerous around here. It's probably safer than wherever they're living now," He said with another shrug.

He knew he was acting completely out of character, as he never made any effort to talk so personally and especially never brought up anything about family besides to complain about his own back in Faerie, but he couldn't help it.

There was something about that girl that was special. Sabrina Grimm. She was special. She meant something to him. He just had to figure out how and why and what.

SHe was the girl in his dream and the dream had been the same thing for weeks. It had to mean something and there had to be a reason that this girl, a girl he'd never once met in his life, was the main feature in a dream that never seemed to end.

Because it was never the same dream, not really. There was always something different. He and the girl...Sabrina, was her name...were always in the dream and they were always talking, having some sort of heart to heart that made him realize that they cared about one another, that they had something between them. So why would he keep having the continious dream, over and over again with new parts added on at all times about a girl he'd never met, if the dream meant nothing?

There was something there. He just had to figure out what it was.

"Sabrina, you're wrong. Will you just stop arguing with me and listen to me?"

"Puck, I don't want to fight about this. I feel bad enough. Besides, you're already handcuffed to me so I doubt anything you say could be any more of a punishment than I'm already going through," She rolled her eyes, rolling onto her side and facing him through the darkness, an angry flare in her pretty eyes as he turned to face her.

"I'm not fighting. I just want you to realize that when the Trickster King has to give you a lesson about knowing right from wrong, there's something seriously wrong with that pretty little head of yours," He snapped.

She stared at him defiantely, rolling back onto her back and crossing her arms. He was forced to turn as well, due to the fact that they were attached to one another and he was moved into an awkward position because of her crossing her arms. But he didn't even care about that. All he cared about was the fact that he'd just yelled at her. And he never yelled at her. Never once in the months that they'd known one another had he yelled at her.

He loved her too much for that.

He needed to make it up to her, he knew that. But how could he do that? What could he say to change her mind about him? He'd had to work so hard to make her realize that she wasn't just an immature, childish loser who lived to torture her and now he was making himself out to be a complete and total jerk.

That wasn't how it worked. Not something as special as love. Not something as pure as what they had.

"By the way, you don't need the make-up," He muttered softly under his breath, in the same bothered tone. The same tone that showed that he was annoyed with her and couldn't believe how stupid she was being. But the words proved him wrong. The words said that he cared about her. THe words said that he wanted her to realize that everything was perfect and he just wanted to make sure she was fine and that she knew her worth.

He use that a lot of the time when it came to her. But this was the most obvious.

"Tell me about the future," He whispered as he held her tightly in his arms.

They weren't in Ferryport Landing, which scared him. But not as much as it should. They were in a book-the Book of Everafters, to be exact, and they were in yet another story. This one was Jack and the Beanstalk, which reminded him of the first case he helped her solve. Still, as strange as those surroundings were for him, he was only focused on making sure she was warm and comfortable. That she was safe. Because if she was safe, he was allowed to be happy. He as allowed to go on living, so long as she was living and laughing and loving, even if she wasn't loving him.

"The future?" She asked, tilting her head backwards to face him with a teasing smile on her face. Her navy eyes sparkled with trouble as she stared at him.

"Yeah, you said we were married there. I wanna hear about it. Tell me what happened, you know, the first time you ever went there. I'm intrigued by what made me want to grow up to marry you," He teased her with a playful wink.

Those pouty lips turned into a scowl as he spoke and it took all he had not to move in and kiss her right then and there. Of course, there was a tendency for something bad to happen every time he kissed her. So he wasn't going to take that chance again. He just waited for her to say something in response to his words.

"We were married. I don't know why. I don't know what changed between us," She said with a shrug.

"What changed?" He asked, reaching upwards and pushing a strand of loose, golden blonde hair away from her face. "What does that mean? Why did anything have to change?" He asked her with a confused frown playing at his lips.

He didn't really think there was a reason for anything to change. How could it change? What they had was pure and innocent. It was what love was all about, if those stupid fairytales that their lives seemed to be centered around. Why should anything change?

"You just said it yourself. Something had to happen for you to decide you wanted to grow up and be with me," She rolled her eyes. She was always rolling her eyes at him and nothing bothered him more than that.

"I was joking. If there was ever a reason for me to grow up, it would have to be you," He whispered.

"Do you really like me?"

"Hey, I've been growing up since you moved here."

"You like me?"

"Grimm, I love you," he assured her.

"You love me?" She frowned, bringing her eyebrows together.

"I get it if you don't love me. Especially since you're starting to turn me into that Edward Cullen moron, but I thought you should know. I love you," He said, a smile starting to crawl across his face. "God, that feels good to say. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you," He said, repeating the phrase over and over again until she finally burst out laughing.

"You're so stupid," She said, bringing her face closer to his own.

"Don't laugh at me," He said, knowing he was turning bright red.

"Your eyes are pink. It's funny," She giggled. He rarely heard that giggle. It was saved for occasions when it was just the two of them and they had their private moments.

"Pink means love," He winked, closing the space between them.

Puck's eyes snapped open as he sprung forward on his trampoline that he always slept on. The springs bounced underneath him as he took in a deep breath of air, shaking his head. He reached up and ran a hand through his sweat-filled, dirty blonde hair.

That dream changed everything. That dream made it that much more important that he meet this girl.

He had to meet her. THere was something special about her that made every single fiber of his being focus on her. He couldn't get her face from his mind. He couldn't help but hear her voice. He was constantly thinking about the memories he had with her, even if the memories weren't exactly real. It was just a dream, after all.

But this dream made it all so real. That kiss was something special.

That kiss and the reaction she had had as soon as their lips had touched showed him that he was right when he thought that he loved her. ANd that she loved him back.

"I love her," He whispered into the empty air around him.

Their lips connected with one another and her arms reached out, wrapping themselves around his neck as he slid his hands towards her waist, pulling her even closer to him. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist and he spread his legs out in front of him before leaning back, bringing her down with him so that she was lying on top of his chest.

Her lips parted, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth and when the two muscles connected it was like magic.

"Puck," She said, breaking from the kiss with an anxious tone to her voice. "I need to breath," She giggled as she ducked her head to avoid another one of his kisses.

He didn't allow that minor detail to discourage him, though. His mouth didn't waste any time as his lips moved from her own lips down to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses after them before they settled at the base of her neck, right by her shoulder. Then, after a few moments of that, he brought his face back up to her and met her mouth again.

The next time she needed to break for air, he moved back down to her neck, trying something different this time as he bit down on her neck, sucking at the cool skin briefly.

"Oh," She sighed, moving herself closer against him.

He smirked as he held her, finally bringing her mouth away from her and just holding her in his arms, admiring the way the moonlight hit her blonde hair.

"What does this make us?" She asked finally.

"It makes you mine," He growled, pulling her closer to him, even that was even possible, and placing a kiss on her cheek. She giggled as she snuggled into him, resting in his arms with her head on his chest.

"Have you done...that before?"

"You're my first, babe. With all of this. I promise," He said.

"Don't call me babe," She said, punching his arm.

"Hush up," He shushed her.

"Make me," She stuck out her tongue.

"Don't tempt me," He raised his eyebrows.

But she was the one to kiss him this time, straddling her legs on either side of him as she kissed him, her tongue tracing his lips until he opened his mouth to allow her passage. A hand rested at the hem of his shirt before sliding up against his muscular torso. He rolled her over so that he was on top, allowing her to remove his shirt in the process. He resumed his game from before, biting at her neck whenever she needed a break to breath.

"Stop," He finally said, even though it killed him to say that. "Daphne's coming," He said, rolling her gently back onto her back and moving to replace his shirt as she turned red in the face, burying her face in her hands in embarrassment.

Sabrina shot forward in her bed, golden colored hair matted to her face with sweat as she licked her lips.

It was only a dream. It was just a dream. None of it was real.

Yet it happened to be the best dream that she'd ever had in her life, and all she wanted was for it to become a reality.

And the unfortunate part was that she didn't even know who the boy was. Perhaps it was just her unfortunate tendency to be a typical teenage girl despite her fight to not be like them, but she doubted it. He seemed real. And the feelings she felt towards him were much too strong for her to actually have imagined him.

He had to be real, but all she had to go on about him was a name that didn't even seem real and a beautiful face that she was sure she'd never forget if she ever saw it in person.

Still, she had hope that everything was about to change. Her luck would be different and she was going to meet him soon enough. SHe was positive about that. SHe knew it was bound to happen.

What she didn't know and what she wasn't aware of was that there would be consequences to realizing her dream and allowing it to become a reality.

Still, when she had the prospect of meeting him, the boy that she couldn't help but dream about even when she was awake, nothing seemed to be too drastic a price for her to pay. SHe wanted him, all of him, and she didn't want to play games when it came to how she would get him.

"I love him," She whispered soundlessly as the scary realization hit her.