Disclaimer: I really, really, really want to own the Sister's Grimm. But, sadly, I don't. Fact of life. Sad fact of life. If you want to buy them for me for my birthday I would be so happy! Except then I wouldn't know what really happens in the next book. And that would stink. How about you buy me the rights to Harry Potter instead!

Chapter 1

"Puck!" He heard the old lady cry out, "Puck! In need to talk to you liebling!" Puck waited a few minutes, to show the old lady that no one was the boss of the Trickster King, then he popped his wings out and flew around and behind her. She was going to get the scare of her life.

Relda Grimm was wearing a plain turquoise dress and her favorite fuzzy sunflower hat. Not that Puck cared that it was her favorite or anything. He just noticed, that's all.

Relda's wrinkled face was a mixed expression of cynical amusement and annoyance. She was watching the forest in front of her with her hands on her hips and her eyebrows raised, her foot slightly tapping the ground. She was waiting for him to come out.

Puck grinned; he was defiantly going to scare the living daylights out of her! I hope she doesn't die when I scare her, he thought, I wouldn't get anymore free food. He started floating towards the old lady, trying to keep in his laughter, not completely succeeding. The old lady shook her head softly, in an exasperated way and shifted her weight. Puck was so intent on Relda that he almost didn't notice the tree. That is, he didn't notice the tree until he ran into it.

"OWWW!" He screamed. He figured his cover was blown so he decided to make this as dramatic as possible. "My eye! The tree has poked out my eye!" He drew his sword one handed and rushed at the tree, his other hand still covering his eye. He couldn't see and hit the tree again- on the other side.

This time, Puck staid down.

He peeked through his hands which were covering his eyes (both of which he insisted had been impaled by the tree) and saw the old lady looking down at him laughing.

"Are you alright liebling? That tree walloped you pretty hard." Puck turned away, insulted.

"I have no interest in dealing with people who mock me," he said in a lofty tone, "be gone."

Relda did the wise thing- she ignored him. She knelt down, pried his hands off his face and pronounced, "Liebling, you're fine." She held up a mirror and Puck, seeing no damage or blood, sat up and rubbed his newly 'healed' eyes. He looked at the old lady.

"So peasant, why have you called the Trickster King to counsel today? I trust it is a matter of utmost importance."

Relda laughed- seeming unfazed by his demeanor- she was used to it. "Puck, I have some news-"

Puck interrupted her. "You have finally decided that I need a pay check for being so awesome? Thank you. I accept under the terms that I must do no work and will be payed at least $5,000 a day."

The old lady looked amused. "No Puck, that's not it. You see-"

Again she was interrupted by Puck, who appeared to have not even noticed the rejection. "You have decided to start a movie and wanted me to star? Again, I accept!"

Relda was looking a little annoyed now. "No liebling. And I am not going to start a museum in your honor either. You know how I have a son?" She looked to Puck for acknowledgment. He was looking a little deflated at not getting money, a movie or a museum but he nodded. "His name is- was- Henry and he and his wife- Veronica- were kidnapped two years ago." She got a little teary as she said that, as though she had not completely come to terms with it yet. She cleared her throat and again looked to Puck for verification to show that he understood. Again he nodded. She continued. "He had two daughters. My grand-daughters." Puck wondered where she was going with this. Soon he was gonna fall asleep. "While, they were put in the foster care system. And I- I- applied for custody." She looked at Puck to see his reaction. He looked bored. "And they granted me rights for them to come and live with me."

Puck sat bolt right up. He paid only a glancing thought to the old lady as she said that their names were Sabrina and Daphne, they were 11 and 7, etc. etc. His mind was still reeling in shock. Two girls? Coming to live here? Well, they weren't going to have an easy time of it. Not at his home.

And not on his watch.

Author's Note:

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