Story: The Fairy-Tale Detectives

Author: chocolate crazed lunatic

Rating: T

Genre: Humor, hurt/comfort, family, romance and friendship

Chapter: Prologue

Warning: I will be using concepts that are a little more mature than what the series had in it, but since the characters will all be a few years older, I think that it is both believable and acceptable.

Pairings: All the pairings will be cannon!

Author's Note: With the exception of this chapter, everything else will be in Sabrina's POV unless I tell you so.

Summary: While Jake and Puck are out exploring the world, they come across an unidentified magical item. So of course Puck has to mess with it. And this is the series of events that leads the Grimms to be trapped in Granny Relda's house. And the only way out as reading a series of books. Book One.

Disclaimer: Sisters Grimm isn't mine. Everything that is bolded below is owned by Michael Buckley, including the characters.

Puck tip-toed around Jake, carefully, as not to wake him up. Puck had thousands of years of pranking experience, but that was all meant nothing once his body began to betray him. After growth spurts (how he hated them), Puck was unusually clumsy where he would normally be graceful.

Despite his endless frustration at his newfound clumsiness, Puck's experience wasn't completely worthless. He knew the ins and outs of pranking, and borrowing (it wasn't stealing if he was going to give it back) something from Jake's bag? Piece of cake.

Five minutes later, Puck had finished throwing everything that he dumped out of Jake's bag back into it. Of course the thing was enlarged on the inside. He had been living with Jake for five years. He had seen Jake put countless things into that, and take out many things that were perhaps just a little too large for the bag. Why hadn't he realized that it was enlarged on the inside?

But none of that mattered. In his hands, Puck held the Strange Magical Thing that he and Jake had found earlier that month. After tracking down Baba Yaga, Bunny, Morgan le Fay, and various other witches, the two still didn't know what it did.

Puck was Curious (yes, with a capital C). He turned the Thing over in his hands. At first glance it didn't look like much, only a bumpy misshapen cube, but there was a well concealed power hidden within it thrumming beneath his fingertips.

It wanted out.

There were only two things that Puck knew about the Strange Magical Thing.

a) Nobody knew anything about it, not even Baba Yaga, who was awesome and knew everything

b) It had a button tucked inside it that all the adults were too afraid to press incase it blew up and destroyed the whole earth or something equally as cool

But, a voice in his head that sounded like that annoying Grimm, we just saved the world. Don't you dare go mess it up again.

Shut up, Puck told it. Just to be defiant and make the voice mad, Puck pressed the button before he could think.

The smug smile slid off his face. Nothing was happening. Puck shook the Strange Magical Thing, hoping that something, anything, would happen that would just shut up Sabrina Grimm's voice laughing in his head.

Then something did start to happen. A pale glow appeared at the edges of the cube. It was soft, almost so weak that Puck didn't notice it. Soon, the glow overtook, the whole cube, then the got brighter and brighter and so bright that Puck had to shield his eyes.

"PUCK WHAT DID YOU DO?" Jake shouted. His voice was probably loud against the quiet of the forest they had been camping out in, but Puck could barely hear it over the his blood rushing in his ears.

"I PRESSED THE BUTTON AND NOW WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE, SORRY!" Puck yelled back. Puck felt Jake blindly reach out and grasp onto his arm, squeezing so tight that he thought he might have lost circulation in his hand.

"Puck," Jake said, deathly quiet, and part of Puck was surprised that he could still hear him, "If doesn't kill us, I'm going to kill you."

And then the light faded. They weren't in the forest anymore. Instead the stood in a very familiar house, rebuilt from the war, just the same as it had been before. Piles of books were stacked in a disorganized mess.

They were in the Old Lady's house.

And there, right in the middle of the living room, was Sabrina Grimm stared at them, jaw slack.

Puck felt his tummy flip flop, and ignored it. Sabrina looked different. Not a bad different, but still she was no longer twelve. Her blonde hair, which had always been a bit on the curly side was held up in a loose bun and her eyes were even bluer than he had remembered them. She looked beautiful.

It had been five years since Puck had seen Sabrina. He left with her uncle, had even promised that he would drop by and see her every once and awhile, but he never had. Sabrina Grimm had made him grow up. He still wasn't quite sure how he felt about that.

Slowly, carefully, Sabrina bent down and picked something off the floor. A phone. "Hey, Michael? I'll have to call you back. My dog got into the sausages."

She hung up and dropped her phone onto the couch. She slowly backed out of the room, as though they were wild animals and she didn't want to startle them.

This effect was ruined when Sabrina started shouting once she was out of eyesight. "MOM! DAD! GRANNY! MR. CANIS!"

Puck and Jake traded a look. Jake unclasped his hand from Puck's elbow.

Henry walked into the room, Sabrina, trailing behind him. "Tell me you see what I see," she demanded.

Henry blinked at them in shock. Puck gave an awkward wave, before regaining his confidence. "Hiya Ugly. Miss me?"

Sabrina snorted. "Yeah, that's Puck alright. What're you doing here, Stinkpot?"

Puck smirked, glad that they settled back into their old routine so easily.

Veronica rushed into the room holding Basil in her arms, followed by Daphne, Red and Elvis. The Old Man and the Old Lady followed them at a slower pace.

"What's wrong?" Veronica demanded. "I heard - Oh! Jake! Puck!" She set her youngest down once she realized that there wasn't any danger.

"PUCK! UNCLE JAKE!" Daphne screamed and pulled them into huge hugs.

"Marshmallow!" Puck laughed. "How old are you? I swear it was just yesterday that you were half that height!"

Daphne puffed her chest up proudly. "I'm twelve!"

The Old Lady came up to them and pressed a kiss to both of their cheeks. "Oh my, how I'm glad you're back!"

Jake smiled. "Hi mom."

Elvis followed by Red came to them next. Jake affectionately mussed Red's hair while Elvis tackled Puck.

Basil pointed at them from beside his mother. "Who're they?"

"That's your Uncle Jake and Puck!" Veronica said smiling.

"Uncle Jake and Puck," Basil said, nodding.

Throughout all of this, Puck remained hyper aware of Sabrina, who hung back at the edge of the crowd but kept her eyes on him and Jake, a small smile on her face. It made something in his heart pull to see her happy to see him.

Henry shook his head. "As much as I'm glad to see you two, I have to ask how did you get here?"

"That's what I'd like to know," Sabrina muttered.

Jake glared at Puck and he had to fight down the urge to blush. "Puck here decided that it would be a great idea to mess around with unknown magical items."

"In my defence," Puck said, "I only thought that it would explode."

The Old Lady shook her head disapprovingly at Puck. With a sigh, she said, "Hand them over then."

Them? There was only one Strange Magical Thing in his hands. Just to make sure, Puck checked what he was holding, thinking that the Old Lady simply need some glasses.

The Old Lady didn't need any glasses. In his hands he held nine books and a note.

Puck made a disgusted noise at the back of his throat and dropped them.

"Puck!" Jake yelped. He knelt down and picked the books and the note up. "Strange," he muttered.

"What?" Henry asked.

"It wasn't books before," Jake explained. "It was a weird cube shape… Henry, hold these, I'll read the note," Jake said, passing the books to Henry.

"To whom it may concern,

You have pressed the button on my invention. Currently, you are trapped in the most important place to you with the people that are most important to you. You may have noticed that my invention has been replaced by (a) book(s). If you haven't, then you need to amp up your observation skills. Out of all of the people in the place that you happen to be in, there is one that happens to be the most important to you. That person has the honour of having the book(s) shown from their point of view. The books will take place during the most important phases of their life, no matter past or future. There will be things to discover along the way, but I will leave that for you to figure out.

With love,

The inventor

P.S. You won't be able to leave until you read all the books."

"Wonderful. Thank's Puck," Sabrina said. "We're stuck here until we finish all of these books."

"Getting blown up would have been way cooler," Puck complained, ignoring her.

Daphne clapped her hands together, the sound sharp enough to cut through the clamour of everybody talking at once. "Think of how cool this will be! You'll all get to see the world from Sabrina's view! Dad, you're always complaining that you doesn't understand her, so this will be the perfect chance for you to see what she's thinking!"

Sabrina flushed. "Hold it! What makes you think that the books will be from my point of view!"

Everybody gave her incredulous looks, even as Puck turned as red as Sabrina.

"We might as well get this over with," the Old Man said, speaking up for the first time. "I suppose I will read first."

Henry shifted through the books for a moment, before handing the Old man the first book. The family all chose a place to sit, the adults grabbing the couch and the chairs, which Puck found highly unfair, while the other kids pulled out some beanbags that Puck hadn't realized were even in the room. Sabrina handed him a green one and set down another between herself and Daphne for Basil. Elvis sprawled across the ground between the couch and the bean bags.

Once they were finished getting comfortable, the Old Man began to read.

The Fairy-Tale Detectives.

"Is that the title of the book?" Red asked.

The Old Man nodded. "As far as I can tell, yes."

The dense forest branches scratched at their faces and arms, but Sabrina and Daphne couldn't stop running, thought they had long since passed the point of exhaustion. Fear was fueling each step now.

"Wait, wait," Veronica said, "Sorry for interrupting, but what the heck is going on?"

Sabrina and Daphne traded looks before shrugging. Sabrina replied, "Honestly, that could be any point in our lives after you disappeared. But since this is the first book, then I'd say it's our first case."

"Which would mean we're running from a giant," Daphne said casually.

Puck smirked at the looks on their parents faces.

Another thunderous bellow rang in the distance, followed by the terrible sound of falling trees and shrieking animals.

"Yup, definitely the giant," Daphne nodded.

"We have to find a way to stop it," Daphne cried between gasps.

Sabrina knew her little sister was right. But how? They were two children versus a vicious monster.

"I'll think of something," Sabrina said, dragging her sister behind an enormous oak tree for a much needed rest. Sabrina squeezed her sister's hand to reassure her, while she forced oxygen into her own burning lungs. Her words were empty. She didn't have a plan.

Sabrina frowned and pressed a hand to her ribs, taking deep breaths. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Daphne doing the same. Frowning, he wondered what was up with them.

"But I thought you always had a plan," Basil said innocently.

"You're right," Sabrina said, poking him in the stomach. Basil laughed. "I usually do have a plan. I was just having an off day."

Puck watched the interaction and absently wondered if Sabrina was always that good with kids.

The only thing that was going on in her head was the thumping of blood roaring through her eardrums. But it made no difference. It had found them. Splintering wood and damp soil rained from the sky as the tree they stood next to was violently uprooted.

Henry hissed a breath through his teeth and turned to glare at the Old Lady. "Why were they being chased by a giant with nobody to protect them, exactly?"

"Oh Henry, stop worrying. This is over and the girl's are fine. We've already told you this story, don't you remember?" the Old Lady scolded.

The two girls looked up to the horrible face above them and felt hot breath blow through their hair.

What's happened to our lives? Sabrina wondered. When had their world become unrecognizable? What had happened to her, the eleven year old girl who had only two days ago just been an orphan on a train?

The Old Man set the book down, "That is the ending of the prologue."

"That was so loooong," Puck groaned, sinking into the bean bag. "Is the prologue the longest part of the story?"

Sabrina rolled her eyes at him. "No, the prologue is usually the shortest part. We have a long way to go, Stinkpot."