AN: I'm glad you guys like my story, but it's not over yet. People want a sequel but I still have plans for this one!

Okay, I couldn't resist, another Puckabrina moment, but I'll add more plot to it next chapter

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Chapter Twenty - One: Aichmophobia (The Fear of Needles)

"Wait!" I shot out of bed and out the door, slowing down once I passed Puck, still standing frozen.

"What?" he said from behind me, leaving my door half closed and following me with his tray of empty dishes.

"Oh -," I turned around to face him, grinning. "I forgot to brush my teeth."

"Don't forget to floss!" he called out from behind me. Shaking my head, a grin on my face, I walked into the bathroom and got ready for bed.

Just before I left, I heard a knocking on the bathroom window. Going over to it, I saw what looked like one of Puck's pixies. I tried opening the window and found that it was, surprisingly, not locked.

Opening the window, a flood of arrows came through, one of them tearing some of the skin from my right side. Running out the bathroom door, I ran into Puck. He pulled me out of the weapons' way and looked me over, to see if I was hurt. Seeing the gash in my side he winced. "What did Mr. Canis tell you about opening the window?" he said, scolding.

"That was years ago!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, but we're in the middle of a war here, Grimm, in case you didn't notice."

Arrows continued flooding through the window and out the bathroom door, some digging themselves into the hallway wall opposite the bathroom.

"Once again, I have to ask, why the arrows? This isn't the freakin' twelfth century!" I was still not over the fact that they had a seemingly endless supply of arrows.

"Would you rather they use guns?"

A pause, before I answered, "Maybe I wonder too much."

Granny came out of her room with a shield, having gotten a glimpse of what was going on moments before. Plowing through the arrows with the shield in front of her, she managed to close the window. Now, the only evidence left of the arrows were the ones embedded in the bathroom and hallway, and the soft plunk! plunk! as more arrows continued to batter the window.

This day just never ended, did it? I already felt like sinking to the ground and falling asleep right there, but Granny's voice kept me moving, "Lock up everything and put up the defenses!"

Snow had left a while ago, Charming having come to pick her up, so it was just me, Puck, Daphne, Red, Granny, Mr. Canis and Uncle Jake. Daphne and Red were sleeping, so the five of us that were awake had to pull out the make-shift metal sheets that Mr. Canis had installed in the windows, in the case that the magic doesn't work and the windows break.

Theoretically, the arrows shouldn't have even made it to the house, but the house's magic was still recovering from the blow that had come only a couple of hours ago. But now the magic was running hot again, and if you just looked through one of the windows, you would see that the arrows were bouncing off the invisible magic shield that expanded 20 meters from the house.

After Puck and I finished closing the last metal barrier on the window in my room, we headed downstairs to the kitchen, where the grown-ups were waiting, keeping an eye on the house, and making sure that nothing broke through the house's defenses.

"You can go to bed, lieblings, I know you must be very tired," Granny looked exhausted, as did Mr. Canis and Uncle Jake, but they just gripped their coffee cups and tried to keep their eyes open.

"Yeah, sure, we'll just grab a quick snack," Puck said, pulling me towards the kitchen before I could protest.

"What the heck, Puck?" I said, as soon as we were in the kitchen. "It's like, six in the morning, we haven't had a minute of sleep all night, and you insist on having a snack? Didn't you just eat five minutes ago?"

I ranted all this while Puck moved quickly around the kitchen, opening and closing drawers and shelves, his arms slowly filling with objects until I stopped talking.

"Because," he started. "You have a gaping hole in your side, and don't tell me it doesn't hurt, you can barely walk." He was right. I almost cried on the way down the stairs. "If your Granny sees that, she'll freak and make you stay in bed for two weeks. If Uncle Jake sees it, he'll pull out a hundred creams with a million different side effects. Mr. Canis will probably suggest you meditate, so don't even-"

"Hey, I like Mr. Canis," I shot back.

"I do too, but meditation isn't always the answer. Okay, come hop up on the counter so I can clean your side."

I was about to protest, but the look on his face said that it wasn't time for games. I managed to get up on the counter, trying to keep the grimace on my face to a minimum. The agonizing pain in my side didn't help.

Puck rolled up my shirt about three inches so that he could get to the bloody mess underneath. My blue shirt was ruined.

"I'm going to have to clean it with some rubbing alcohol, but it's also going to need stitches."

I almost fainted when I heard 'stitches'. "I think I'll just get Granny and…"

He pushed me back lightly with his hand, "She'll say you need stitches too, but she'll freak more. Come on, trust me for once."

"I trust you too much," I muttered, moving further back on the counter.

Puck pulled gloves on and in seconds I felt the sting of the alcohol on the sides of my wound and hissed. Puck blew on it so that it wouldn't sting as much. After a couple more of these stings, he pulled out a needle and some medical thread from a box. Pouring some rubbing alcohol on the needle, he wiped it clean.

I backed away as far as I could go on the counter, trying to get as far away from the needle as I could. "Don't they have less painful methods of stitches these days?"

He looked up at me incredulously. "Are you telling me that you're afraid of needles?"

"Maybe," I said, keeping my eyes off the needle.

"So, the great Sabrina Grimm doesn't mind getting run through with a sword, or even get arrows shot at her, but a needle is within touching distance and she freaks? I never would've guessed."

"Shut up," I mumbled. My voice was shaky, from fear and complete exhaustion.

Puck looked at me then, serious again. "I'm not going to hurt you, Grimm."

"I know," I admitted to my hands. "It's just…"

Puck pulled me towards him and kissed me. Pulling back, he held up an empty syringe, a small smile on his face. "You won't feel a thing."

And then I blacked out.

I woke up in my bed, my covers pulled over me. Sitting up, I looked over at the clock on my bedside table. 8:01 pm. I'd slept all day.

I felt a tug on my side. Pulling up my shirt, I saw stitches running about two inches up my right side. Memories came flooding back from yesterday. It seemed like the longest day in my life, and it probably was.

A tray full of food was next to my clock, along with a glass of water. I took a sip of the water, set the glass down, and tried standing up.

I was about to hoist myself out of the bed when my door exploded open.

"Long time, no see," the happy voice of Bluebeard was emanating from the doorway.

He was standing in the doorway, grinning at me.

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

"The fairy boy," he said.

"You want Puck? Why?" What could they possibly need Puck for? "He's not going to join the Hand, if that's what you want."

"You have no idea, do you?" he asked me, his grin widening.

"No idea about what?" He was starting to not make sense, not that he did much before, but…

"You really think this war is about just the barrier?"

This made me think, "Well…yeah. What else could it be about?"

"I don't know why I'm explaining this, but you might as well know so that you can say your goodbyes. You see, the fairy boy's family has the power to bring down the barrier. Not the boy himself, since he's not of age yet, but if he was older, he would be able to."

"But that's not possible," I argued.

"Oh, but it is. And if he signs over his power to the Master, then he can take down the barrier, since he is of age. That will also give the Master access to the faerie money, which will be his to take, no problem."

"What makes you think that Puck will agree to this?"

"He'll agree all right," Bluebeard said, "Or else." He pulled out a gun, and I tried not to scream.

Puck's POV

I was sitting on the couch, watching TV. I'd slept some, then waited for Grimm to wake up. Fairy sedative was pretty strong, so she should be out for a couple of more hours before-

"NO!" shrieked a voice from upstairs. Sabrina.

"Shit."