Ok, people! The powers that be have just allowed me to put up a fanfic, so here is my first one! I got a really great idea reading an old magazine… in depth interroga- I mean interviews, with the SG characters! First up, Sabrina!
A/N: I (the editor) have sent my underling (let's call him Norman) to get a one on one interview with all the Grimm family and their cohorts. My underling knows about Everafters and everything, so there will be absolutely NO HOLDING BACK! Muahaha!
(This is just after the fourth book, - right before the fifth book starts. I will do a part two after all the characters are interviewed.)
(Also, all the action will be between the **'s. Norman left a hidden camera in there, so we could see everything that happens to the poor sap! Muahaha!)
Norman: so, when did you become a detective?
Sabrina: Well, I guess it started right after we came back from New York, although we did help Granny Relda with some cases after we got her and Canis back from the giant.
N: what do you think happened to Jack?
S: seriously? I thought the guy was a goner. Those giants were bloodthirsty, but I may wrong. I would hate it if I was.
N: what was your first case?
S:Well, I think our first actual case was solving what was going on at the school.
N: It wasn't when Relda got kidnapped?
S: Not really. That was more of a rescue mission. We didn't have to figure out where she was. Although, maybe it was, because we had to find out who did it. Hmm…
N: How did you meet Puck?
S: Me and Daphne were running away from Hamstead, who we didn't know was a good guy, and his pixies came helped us escape. Then we followed them, and he tied us up and tried to drown us in a pool.
N: Did he succeed?
S: What'd you think?
N: …um, no?
S: thank you, Captain Obvious. Well, after I pushed him into it, we went back to the house, but the little bugger followed us. He demanded that he become leader and save Granny, but I wasn't gonna let him be in charge. The kid clearly hadn't taken a bath in forever. So after we got Granny back, she let him move in. Typical.
N: how would you describe him?
S:*counting off on her fingers* let's see… He's annoying… and stinky… and mean-spirited…
N: *ahem*
S: *startled*oh, sorry. Anyway, he plays pranks and teases constantly. Most of it is aimed at me. Sometimes it stops though. There are times when he's unexpectedly understanding, almost… sweet. It doesn't last long, but when it happens…
*she stares at the floor, blushing*
N: How do you feel at those times?
S: *blushing and yet menacing* what are you, a therapist? Are you still talking about this?
N: *hurriedly changing the subject* uh… what's the best part of living with your grandmother?
S: Obviously not her food. No offense, but her cooking could kill someone. Anyone normal, at least. I would have to say… that it's probably the fact that there's the same bed to go to every night, and someone to keep a roof over our heads. It's more than we ever got in the foster care system.
N: do you think your parents will wake up?
S: I have to. If I give up, I don't know what would happen to Daphne. It would destroy her. And me.
N: what do you plan to do if and when they wake up?
S: I don't completely know, but I used to want them to take us back home, away from this goshforsaken town and all the insane people in it.
N: Even your grandmother? Even Puck?
S: what?
N: Won't you miss him?
S: *almost falling out of her chair* What? Why in the name of flying Frisbees would I MISS HIM? The kid hasn't brushed his teeth since the civil war! The only time I got a break from his pranks was when he was in a coma! There is no way on this earth I would miss HIM.
N: But don't you love him?
S: WHAAAAT? *really did fall out of her chair* NO!
N: that's not what my files say.
S: well, THEN YOUR FILES ARE WRONG! I don't love him in any way, shape, or form!
*there are no words to describe how hard she is blushing. Seriously*
S: ya know, I think this interview is over. *gets off floor*
N: wait! I still have more questions!
S: *almost out the door now* Have a nice life, loser.
*end transmission*