Cliché pairing? Yep.

Cliché setting? Yep.

Cliché idea? Pretty much.

Cliché plot? Nope.

...well, hopefully not. But I can assure you, I will try to make sure that this isn't your average Romeo and Juliet tale.

Key word "try".

So, I don't own the Sisters Grimm, and I hope you enjoy!

The Grimm Mansion

Ten Years Ago

Outside, it was snowing.

Henry Grimm looked out the window, watching the snow fall harshly down on the village. Even in the room, where the fire flickered cheerfully in the fireplace, he could feel the chill.

It wasn't from the cold.

Next to him, his wife fidgeted slightly. Her eyes were red, as though she had been crying. Her husband put a comforting hand on her shoulder, and she leaned into him, sniffling slightly.

"You know I'm coming. So why don't you run?"

Henry tapped his finger on the armrest of the plush, velvet chair he was sitting in. "Because, I deserve an explanation."

"Oh, I deserve to explain to you?"

Henry turned his head, finally looking at the man in the eye. He knew this man…no, not a man.

A fairy.

"Veronica has done much to help you and your people. Is this how you will thank her? I think the least you can do is give us an explanation."

His wife, Veronica, stood up, wiping away her tears. "Why?" she whispered. "Do you hate me that much?"

The man looked away, his eyes casting to the floor. "I don't have to explain to the likes of you."

Veronica stood straighter, anger crossing her face. "Look me in the eye and tell me that you're doing this on your own free will!"

The man didn't look at her. "Why should I?"

"I demand an explanation!" Her voice softened. "Can't you respect my last wish before you kill me?"

Henry stood and clasped his wife's shoulders, pulling her close to him. "I suppose you'll kill everyone else," he stated simply. He didn't sound surprised, or even angry. Just…sad.

The man with the sword looked away. "My only orders were to kill you two. I cannot promise that my men will be so merciful to anyone else," he told them flatly. He approached them, sword raised.

"If you won't tell us why," Veronica said softly, "then at least tell us who sent you."

The man said nothing. He only approached them, his sword ready.

"Tell me who sent you, Oberon."

He stopped. "The Scarlet Hand," was his simple reply before he struck.

She was motionless.

Everything.

She had seen everything.

"Get her out of here," a man's voice barked. It sounded so distant. She was jostled roughly, and cried out in pain. Tears sprang in her eyes, but she forced them away.

She wouldn't cry. She would look weak.

No, she was better than that.

"She's in shock," a woman's voice snapped. "It's no wonder…oh, you poor dear."

"Get the younger one!" the man barked. "Get them out of here!"

"Come on, Lady Sabrina," came the woman's voice. It was gentle, soothing.

"My parents," Sabrina croaked. Her eyes widened. "Where's my sister? Where's my sister?"

"They're everywhere!" the man's voice growled. "Canis, get them out of here!"

"I WANT MY SISTER!" Sabrina shouted.

"Here she is," the woman said. A baby was in her arms. It was wailing loudly. From her little sister's birth, she had been an annoying thing, and she irritated Sabrina to no end.

Now she was her last living relative.

"Where are my parents?"

"They're…they're sleeping. They can't come with us."

They think I'm young.

They think I don't understand.

She was only five. But she understood.

Her parents were gone. Forever.

They weren't coming back.

"Come on, we're going," a new voice announced gruffly. Shouts of men came from the other side of the door.

Sabrina grabbed her sister from the woman's arms. "I'll take her," she said softly. She really hoped she didn't drop her sister. That would probably be bad.

"Lady Sabrina," the woman exclaimed, sounding surprised and pleased.

Sabrina turned away from her, hugging her little sister to her chest.

"Come on, Daphne," she whispered to the crying baby. "Let's go."

Before her was a wolf. Though she knew he would do his best, Sabrina felt as though the beast could attack her at any moment.

"I don't have all day," it said gruffly.

She climbed on, grabbing the fur of the wolf tightly while still holding on to the baby.

"Hold on tight."

Sabrina could hear her own cries as the wolf raced towards a solid stone wall, as the wolf ran right through it, leaving a gaping hole in it.

No matter what anyone thought, Sabrina decided, she was not a stupid little girl.

No. She was strong. She wasn't naïve.

She wouldn't allow anything like this to happen again.