AN: Hey! So I'm finally back and super sorry for the long wait. I've been really busy lately, but I should have some more time now. Yay! Okay, so I was listening to Kids by The Latency (awesome song, you should totally check it out!) when I got this idea. Obviously, Mirror is going to have to make it to the story Snow White in order to change it so that he's human. I still have no idea how exactly he's going to take the body of their younger brother, so I'll just wing it. I'm sorry if it's really crappy, but that part won't be for a bit anyway. If you have any ideas on that, feel free to tell me. It'll probably be better than what I come up with.
Anyway, I figured I could write about what happens while they're in Snow White. I figured Daphne could be Snow White while Sabrina and Puck are just supporting characters in the story (such as two of the dwarves). That way it could go along with the 7th book where Sabrina was starting to let Daphne do some more of the dangerous stuff.
I figured I should actually read the story before I do this, which was a good idea because it's absolutely nothing like the movie. Disney messed with it even more than they did with The Little Mermaid. Snow White was apparently seven when she went to live with the dwarves, which makes Snow White the perfect part for Daphne. I'm going to stick pretty close to the version of the story I found because it's pretty cool. The website is www(dot)fln(dot)vcu(dot)edu/grimm/schneeeng(dot)html. And yes, I spelled that right. I checked. Oh, and in case you didn't figure it out, the "(dot)" means there's a "." there. This way, fanfiction doesn't erase the website.
I'll just call their brother Robin, because that seems to be the name everyone's using, although I highly doubt Henry would name his son after Puck. (Lol, I can totally see him punching someone for even suggesting the name.)
Wow, this is a long author's note. I'll just start the story now. Oh, and sorry for the crappy title. I always have trouble coming up with good ones.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Sisters Grimm. (That's the only disclaimer I'm doing for this story. They're really annoying. Why do we even need to do them? It's obvious nobody on fanfiction is Michael Buckley and (hopefully) no one is trying to steal it. Yeah, that would work out sooooo well.)
~^~Mirror, Mirror~^~
Sabrina hated changing stories. After successfully completing a fairytale, everything went black. There was nothing. It felt as if she was floating in outer space. It was too dark to see her own hand, even if she held right up to her face. Suddenly, there was a dizzying sensation, where she felt as if she were spinning swiftly in one direction and the world in the other, and then she could see everything again. Disoriented, she looked at her surroundings, hoping to find something that would help her quickly figure out where she was, and what character she was playing. She was standing in the middle of a wide, filthy room. Well, standing isn't really the right word. Hunching would be more accurate. The ceiling couldn't be more than 5 feet from the ground. Puck, who was taller, had it worse, though. He was practically crouching.
Puck groaned. "Well this is just great. We get to spend some time in mini-ville."
"At least we know the story has to do with tiny creatures. Do you think we're in Snow White?"
He did his best to shrug. "I guess. What other fairytale is there that has a house for small things?"
"I don't know. My dad kept Daphne and I cut off from fairytales, remember? It's not like I'm an expert," she exclaimed, frustrated. Sabrina hated it when she didn't know something. "Wait a minute, where is Daphne?"
"How should I know? She's probably off playing princess. I feel bad for her, too. Those princesses have it pretty bad with those dresses," he said, referring to their earlier trip into Sleeping Beauty. Sabrina, as Prince Charming, had to awaken the sleeping princess, Puck, with a kiss. Unfortunately, Daphne had insisted on watching and had been teasing them all throughout the three stories they'd been in since. Puck and Sabrina blushed at the memory.
Thankfully, Sabrina was spared the awkward task of coming up with a response by the entrance of five very short men. Recognizing one of them, they cried in unison, "Mr. Seven!"
He looked at them quizzically. "Mr. Two, Miss Three, why do you seem so happy to see me?"
Another of the dwarves butted in, "Yeah, what about me?!"
"And me!"
"Me too!"
The last dwarf piped up, "Alright, alright, just give it a rest already. I doubt either of them meant to offend us. They probably just have a question for Seven. Isn't that right?" he said authoritatively.
"Oh don't be a know-it-all, One. Just 'cause you're the oldest doesn't mean you're always right," cried one of the men indignantly.
"Actually," Sabrina said, interrupting before she got a headache from all the arguing. "He's right. We do have a question for him, don't we Two?" She elbowed Puck in the ribs.
Puck glared at her before asking Seven the first thing that popped into his head. "What's your favorite kind of cheese?"
She had to use every ounce of her self control to keep from rolling her eyes and banging her head against a wall. He just couldn't come up with a better question. "What's your favorite kind of cheese?!? Idiot!" she thought furiously.
Seven seemed thoroughly freaked out by now. "Um," he began, eyeing them warily. "Are you guys feeling okay?"
"You know what?" Sabrina said. "Maybe we just need some fresh air. We'll be back in a minute." It took a couple of minutes to squeeze their way through the incredibly small door, but as soon as they were out Puck unfurled his wings and began flying around in circles doing loop-de-loops, flips, and other fancy tricks.
"Finally, I can breathe!" he exclaimed. "That place is way too tiny." Sabrina had almost expected him to make some comment about having to smell her unbearable BO or having to stare at her ugly face for too long, but surprisingly enough, Puck had started to lay off the insults after Sleeping Beauty. Maybe he was finally getting used to the idea that they'll get married in the future. And for the first time, Sabrina thought she was too.
He smiled down at her, as if he knew what she was thinking. Sabrina smiled back, and, focusing on more important things – or at least trying to – said, "At least we know we're in Snow White." Puck nodded, and they kept smiling at each other, just enjoying the peaceful moment.
Daphne stood in the middle of an elegant room, staring right into Bunny a.k.a. the evil queen's eyes. They'd finally made it to Snow White. She almost squealed in delight and shoved her palm into her mouth before remembering exactly what happens in the story. If she's playing Snow – and there's hardly any doubt about that – she'd be killed and brought back to life (hopefully) three times. Her smile faltered.
Bunny smiled wickedly. "You have a visitor child. A very nice huntsman is going to take you into the forest and give you a big surprise. Doesn't that sound fun?"
Daphne knew what was going to happen, of course, and it definitely didn't sound fun, but she had to go along with the story. Forcing a gleeful smile onto her face, she replied, "How wonderful! I can't wait to see what it is!" She almost cringed at how fake that sounded, but Bunny hadn't seemed to notice. Bunny motioned for her to leave the room, but Daphne had just caught sight of Mirror. There he was, hanging right in front of her. He smirked at her and, just for a second, allowed her to catch a glimpse of her baby brother.
The queen, obviously irritated that Daphne was just standing there, said, "Yes, yes, that's my mirror. Come along now. We don't want to keep the kind sir waiting." She then proceeded to drag her down the hall by the collar of her dress. They passed myriad doors along the way, and Daphne couldn't help but be reminded of the Hall of Wonders. It was clear where Bunny got her inspiration. Finally, they made it to an ornately carved, wooden door and the queen roughly pushed her through. She stumbled, but refused to give Bunny the satisfaction of hearing her cry out.
"Fantastic! There he is!" She walked over to the burly man and handed him a note before walking back to the door. "Have fun!" she called, closing it.
Daphne stuck out her tongue before turning to the waiting huntsman, who was busy tucking the note into one of the many pouches on his belt. Just to make him feel guilty, she said, "You're so nice to do this! It's very gravy!" Yeah, that didn't really have the desired effect.
He looked at her, confused. "What does gravy have to do with this?"
"Never mind. Let's just go." Daphne had been having trouble getting the characters in other stories to understand her awesome-tastic words.
He nodded. "It's just inside the forest," he said, starting down a dirt path leading into the forest. It took them about ten minutes of silent walking before they came to a secluded clearing. The huntsman turned to face her, an expression of sorrow and regret clear on his face. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and brandished a long, curved blade.
Frightened, Daphne began to cry, forgetting momentarily that he doesn't actually hurt her. "Please, Mr. Huntsman, don't kill me. I'll run away into the forest and never come back."
The huntsman took pity on her and said softly, "Run away, then, you poor child."
Daphne nodded, relieved, and ran as fast and as far into the forest as she could. She hoped Sabrina and Puck were nearby.
The huntsman watched the child – Snow White, he thought her name was – and thought grimly, "The wild beasts will soon eat you." Yet, a great weight had been lifted from his heart now that he didn't have to kill her himself. Then he remembered the note. Cursing under his breath, he pulled the note from the pouch on his belt and read:
Huntsman,
Once you have killed the girl, bring me back her lung and liver as a token.
Bunny
He cursed again. The queen would surely have his head. However, it wasn't long before a small bear cub came running by and, thinking fast, he stabbed it and took the lung and liver to the queen. "She won't know the difference," he thought as he handed over the organs. She thanked him and, to his horror, proceeded to eat them without even washing them off, much less cook them. He tried to keep his disgust from showing, but didn't think he succeeded. Excusing himself, he ran back to his cabin and barfed.
He spent the rest of the day skinning the bear and preparing some of the meat for his dinner. That night, though, just before he fell asleep, he thought, "I wonder if that little girl made it to somewhere safe."
Sabrina and Puck were still smiling at each other when Mr. One emerged from the small cottage. Puck quickly landed and retracted his wings. There would be a lot of explaining if they saw his wings.
"What are you two lollygaggers doing? Hurry up will you! It's time to do some mining!" he exclaimed.
The teens looked at each other. "Um, how about we just stay here and guard the house in case a little girl comes along and needs our help?" Sabrina suggested.
One snorted. "Oh yes, 'cause that's real likely. Go get your tools." He called the other dwarves and Sabrina and Puck watched as they formed a single file line along the path. One looked at them again. "I said get your tools."
"Right, sorry," Sabrina said, dragging Puck back into the tiny cottage.
"Well this is just great. We have to live in a tiny little cottage and do hard work," he complained. "I'm allergic."
"It's not that bad. Other than the height, there's a fair amount of room to move around." And it was true. The cottage was actually larger than average if you forgot about the roof.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he mumbled. "Let's just grab our – ick– tools."
"Baby," Sabrina said under her breath. But it was clear that she was just teasing. They searched around a bit and managed to find a couple of pickaxes without too much trouble. Heading back outside, they got into line and the dwarves began their march to the mountains.
Puck leaned a little closer to Sabrina and whispered, "We aren't going to have to sing that stupid song, are we?"
"I really hope n—"
She was interrupted by the five dwarves drawing a deep breath. "Heigh-Ho! Heigh-Ho! It's off to work we go!"
They both groaned and Puck muttered, "Oh yeah, 'cause that's really something to sing about."
AN: I'm sorry if Sabrina and Puck seem OOC, but if they kiss in Sleeping Beauty, they're not going to be completely unaffected. For me, Sabrina seems the worst, but I'm trying really hard to fix that. If you have any title suggestions please tell me and REVIEW!!!!! Please? It'll make me happy! I also accept anonymous reviews.