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Chapter Ten: Like Old Times
Before I could react to stop Sabrina, or even scream along with her, her father and uncle barge in, ready to fight.
"What's wrong?" Henry yelled, looking half-crazed and ready to kill someone. Me, more specifically.
"Nothing, just- Stop yelling!" I said, trying to explain to Henry what's going on while trying to get Sabrina to stop screaming.
It was quiet for a few seconds before Jake said, "And here I thought I was finally going to get to see Henry kill you."
"I almost did," Henry admitted, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"Why did you scream, 'Brina?" her uncle asked her.
"Robin is like…" she paused here to make sure and get this right, "over four thousand years old."
"Yeah, that's kinda the point of Everafters," I said.
She sat back down on her bed, her hand on her forehead. "And…I used to date you in high school. Apparently, I also sacrificed you to keep Ferryport Landing safe."
"Yeah, it's new to me too," I said. I don't know why I couldn't get along as well with this Sabrina as the other one. Fairytales did really change their life, I just never realized how much.
"Puck, Granny says that you guys have to leave at about 2 o'clock tomorrow, so you have a little bit of time, but that you shouldn't stay up too late." Daphne found me in the living room, looking through books, trying to find some kind of cure for Sabrina. I know, I'm allergic. But sometimes, you've just gotta man up and do stuff that you don't want to do. Geez, the things I do for Grimm…
But Daphne's words put a block in my thought process. "Wait, we're going back?"
"Of course you are, how else do you expect to complete your mission?"
"We're still completing the mission?" I asked, incredulous.
"Uh, yeah. What did you think you were going to do? Sit around here and wait till Sabrina's cured? We've got to get moving, whether she's up to date with everything or not." Daphne said. Then, looking around, she leaned in and whispered, "She doesn't believe us. She thinks we're pulling a prank on her."
I sighed. "What do we do now?"
"We sleep," Daphne said. "Oh, wait!" She shot up and left the room. Coming back half a minute later, she came back with a stack of folders. "Here, these are a copy of the mission files. Everything you know is in there. Good luck!"
"So I'm doing something that I didn't really even volunteer for from the beginning. And on top of everything, I'm alone."
"You're not going to be alo-"
"Sabrina doesn't count," I said. "If anything, she'll be a burden."
"Don't underestimate her, Puck."
"I'm not, Marshmallow," I frowned at that. Where the hell did that come from?
I looked to see tears forming in Daphne's eyes.
"I didn't mean to say- you're not fat or-" I was at a loss for words, thinking I said something to insult her. Not that I would mind that, just when girls start crying, then I know I am out of my comfort zone.
She threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. "You used to call me Marshmallow, you know, before."
I hugged her back awkwardly, and a couple seconds later Jack came down the stairs, seeing us hugging.
I jumped back, "I didn't- she- I- we weren't-."
"Calm down," Jack said. "You wouldn't cheat on Sabrina. And I know Daphne is touchy feely. She hugged a hobo on one of our movie dates last week. It was slightly disturbing, but I still love her." He grinned at Daphne and she grinned back, jumping in his arms and hugging him too.
"Come on, let's all get to bed, it's been a long day," Sabrina's mom came in from the kitchen and herded us all to the stairs, making us go up to our rooms.
We headed upstairs, and went our separate ways. Daphne and Jack went to one of the rooms; apparently, he was staying here tonight, but I don't know why. I went to Sabrina's, having already shared a bed with her before, the night after she got shot with the dart, and opened it to find her still poring over journals. Whether they were hers, I didn't know, but I was exhausted.
"Come on," I said, pulling the journals off the bed and into piles on the ground. "We need to get some sleep."
"I just can't believe this fairytale thing. It doesn't seem possible that you are 4000 years old."
Not wanting to deal with this now, I just pulled back the covers and pulled her into bed with me. Turning off the lights, I wrapped my arm around her waist protectively and we fell asleep like that, as we had done at age 14, on my last night with her, which I didn't find out about until much later.
Sabrina woke me up at six the next morning. "Come on, Ro- Puck. Breakfast is ready, and we have a lot to go over for the mission before we leave."
Woah. Total 180 change on the personality. "Are you feeling…okay? You seem like your old self."
She still had traces of her innocence, but tried to act tough nonetheless. "I finished reading all the journals this morning. I've apparently gone to some pretty serious…"
"Shit," I finished for her.
"Stuff," she emphasized. I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever. Let's go."
I grabbed my bag of clothes and dressed in the bathroom down the hall, which I found surprisingly quickly, while Sabr- no, Grimm, changed in the room we slept in. She earned her name back, I think.
The smell of pancakes and sausages wafted up the stairs, and I hurriedly dropped my bag next to Sabrina's room, and headed towards the kitchen.
What I found on the table in the dining room was pure heaven: scrambled eggs, sausages, toast, and pancakes, all with steam rising from them in big, curling rings.
"Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to eat?" a voice said from behind me. It was Daphne, and by the time I actually got moving, she was already eating a plateful of the delicious food.
I sat down and piled on about half of everything before starting to shovel it down. Daphne smirked at me over the table. "What?" my question was muffled by the sausage and eggs in my mouth.
"I see you still have your appetite," Daphne said, her mouth full of pancake. She swallowed and grinned.
"Ah, just like old times," Jake said, walking in to see almost all of the food gone. "You guys, first at breakfast, eating all the food. Good thing that Mom made double, like she used to."
Relda walked in then, with the same amount of food that was already on the table. "Eat up!"
"Yep," Jake said, "Exactly like old times."