Dipper's POV

I ran upstairs to the attic and shut the door behind me before Sarah could follow. I didn't want to hear anything she wanted to say about her supernatural life. I sat on the bed, but before I laid down I heard Mabel scream my name from downstairs.

"Dipper! Help!" She yelled, and instantly I was running down the steps to her. I wondered if Sarah had hurt my sister. If she had I would never forgive Stan for bringing her here. I got down and was surprised to see Sarah unconscious on the living room floor. It looks like she collapsed walking inside. Mabel was trying hastily to wake her. But it didn't seem to be working. I fell to my knees next to my sister and tried to wake her up too. Mad or not, she still saved our lives back at the fairy 'ant' hill.

"What happened?" I asked Mabel. She shook her head in frustration and turned to face me.

"She looked really sad when you left to go upstairs. So I offered her a hot chocolate when we got inside. We got inside and she was about to get into the kitchen when she passed out. I think I saw her eyes change color when she fell." Mabel told me. Her eyes changed color?

"What color did her eyes change to?" I asked her.

"I think I saw brown, like ours. But it was quick so I don't know for sure." She responded and our conversation was replaced with more struggling as we attempted to get Sarah awake. I rolled her over so I could see her face and noticed she looked extremely pale. I shook her fiercely, holding her shoulders and she finally awoke with a start. Her eyes weren't green, they were brown like Mabel said.

"Are you ok? What happened? Why are your eyes brown?" I asked her. She looked dizzy.

"My eyes- my eyes are green, not brown?" She said, stuttering. I shook my head in disagreement. I pulled out my trusty on-hand mirror and let her see herself.

"Oh my god, something's terribly wrong. I don't even remember getting here." She said, touching her hand to the spots around her muddy eyes. She looked even more like Mabel with brown eyes. I had to admit I was starting to feel bad about storming out on her. And now she was possible either sick or her magical ability was gone.

"I'm sorry I ran off before you passed out. Maybe if I had just stayed I could figure out what happened to you," I told her in apology. She just nodded her acceptance and Mabel and I helped her to stand. She pointed her finger at the still open door and nothing happened. I guessed she was trying to close it and make sure her powers were still intact. It didn't work.

"This must be the work of the fairies. But without my magic I can't protect you," She said, her head drooped. The cap she wore stayed on but her already loose braid fell letting her hair cascade down her body. Her brown hair stopped at her waist and was straight, unlike Mabel's. Funny, I keep comparing Sarah to Mabel. I felt so terrible for her. She had tried so hard to help us, and has already failed.

"It'll be fine, we'll all be fine." I reassured her. Mabel stood by her side and bushed her hair behind her ears while I talked.

"I need to get my power back; I won't do this to you. You won't be 'fine', there are much worse enemies Stan created me to stop from harming you." She said. I knew she was right, but I didn't know how to restore her powers. All I knew is that I wanted to help her help us. If that makes any sense.

"Maybe you should go up to the attic and rest, while Mabel and I think of a way to fix this." I suggested. Mabel nodded in agreement.

"I don't want to leave you alone, I'll just sit on the couch while you two think." She said. I gave up my protest and pulled Mabel into the kitchen where we could talk in private.

"We have to help her Mabel. She may the only one who can protect us from those monsters she mentioned." I told my sister.

"But what do we do? Investigate the fairies? She already burned down their hill." Mabel replied. I frowned. We needed magical insight somehow. I got an idea.

"Why don't we talk to the gnomes and see if they know anything?" I asked her. She glared at me.

"Didn't we talk about this back at the fairy hill? Fairies are just as bad as the gnomes, remember?" She said.

"We could at least try. And bring the leaf blower just in case," I told her, and after a few seconds hesitation she finally agreed.

"But we can't bring Sarah, she's weak and we don't want her to pass out again." I argued. This time Mabel agreed almost immediately. Now we just needed a way to sneak out of the house.

A/N: Please R&R so I know if you guys are liking this so far! I'm trying to keep it from being all about Sarah and more about the trouble surrounding the twins!