A/N: Yes, I have finally updated. Writer's block has been getting in the way, simple as that :( Keep reading if the mood strikes you!

Hushed voices echoed across the church. A light wind swept through the windows. Everyone was seated, stiffly waiting.

Jed Boarman was wearing a pair of large sunglasses with a large black suit. His brothers wore the same thing. They looked like the Men in Black, or coincidentally, the FBI. The rest of the Everafters were dressed similarly, either in large tuxedos and giant blue dresses, or if they were young small tuxedos and puffy skirts with dressy shirts.

Puck yanked on his freshly ironed white shirt, tempted to at least undo four of the buttons. "Who even wears white and black anymore?" he said loudly. "Only fifty-year olds and dalmatians!"

Henry groaned and sank down in his chair. Just my luck, he thought. He was assigned to the seat next to the fairy.

The orchestra played. The congregation stood up. Red, with her hair curled to her shoulders and wearing a puffy white skirt with a long shirt, was the flower girl, throwing rose petals down the aisle with her little basket swinging around.

Then the bride entered with her father. Delores was Veronica's best friend, but they looked and acted the complete opposite. Her curly blonde hair was up to her waist, glowing like the long white dress she wore. Her green eyes gazed around the room then fixed on the altar ahead of her. Her father, David, led her towards the front of the church, beaming proudly. The man who was marrying her waited next to the priest, smiling shyly.

The members of the party were silent as the priest asked the couple if they'd stay with each other through good times and bad, if they would love each other no matter what happened, and if they were going to stay happy as a married couple. Then there was an exchange of wedding vows, until the priest declared them husband and wife. Smatters of applause and roars were heard throughout the church. Half of the Everafters were in tears, and the other half were doing their best not to burst into tears.

At the after party, hundreds of Everafters ran for the bathroom, either to powder up their wigs or to fix their outfits before it slipped off to reveal their true self.

William Charming sidled up to the Grimms with his son, Charles, hiding behind him. "Enjoying the party?" he asked, forcing politeness.

"Yes, thank you for asking," Granny said. "Hello, Charles."

"Hi," Charles squeaked.

"Are you still training him?" Granny said, raising her eyebrows at Charming. She was completely against it when Charming had said he was going to turn Charles into a brave prince and had decided to teach him how to use a sword. There was nothing wrong with defense, but Granny thought eight was far too young to learn how to use such weapons.

"Yes," Charming said, cocking an eyebrow. "Snow's not too eager about it, but she decided it was better than me training him to shoot arrows."

Granny laughed. "I agree."

Veronica, Sabrina, and Delores were standing in the corner. "Oh, Delores, your dress is beautiful!" Veronica gushed.

"Thank you!" Delores smiled. "Dad thought it was too frilly, but mom argued with him and said it looked like perfection on me."

As the adults talked, Sabrina looked around the room. She noticed a really cute boy who was sitting by himself. He was wearing a T-shirt and dark jeans with converse, which meant he must not be an Everafter. He could only be the one person Henry, Veronica, and Delores were talking about for the past month. Dave Sprague, Delores's son.

Sabrina slowly approached him. "Hi," she said.

Dave looked up at her. "Um…hey," he said, smiling crookedly.

"I'm Sabrina Grimm."

"I know."

Sabrina raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, like, uh, I know, because my mom told me about you."

"Oh. Well, same with me."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. Cool."

Sabrina mentally cursed herself. Every time moms were brought up in conversations with teens, it just seemed to make everything awkward.

Awkward turned to despondent when Puck showed up eating a huge meatball sandwich.

"These are really good!" he mumbled through the sandwich, spitting food everywhere.

"Go bother someone else," Sabrina demanded.

"Whatever you say, babe," Puck winked at her and then sauntered away, leaving a very puzzled, red-faced Sabrina.

"He your boyfriend?" asked Dave.

"No!" Sabrina blurted out. This was all Puck's plan, she thought bitterly. He just won't give me a break.

"If you say so," he said. "Well, I have to go help out with the food servings. See you later, maybe."

"Okay," said Sabrina, watching him leave while feeling a little disappointed.

Daphne came up to her. "Who was that?"

"The bride's son. Then Puck came along."

"Oh," Daphne said. She patted Sabrina's shoulder sympathetically.

Suddenly, they head a glass shatter and cries followed it. People ran out of the reception, yelling and crying out to friends, while some of the Everafters stood still, confused. Someone had broken a window and had thrown in what looked like time bomb. Sabrina was horrified, but when she slowly dared to approach it she saw that no numbers were ticking off, but it was still. Whoever had tossed it in must have done it only to cause havoc.

"What's going on?" Veronica shouted out.

A group of guys then slowly emerged out of the only exit, causing the panicked mortals and Everafters to slowly back away from it. The guy in the center strolled away from the group until he was facing the Grimms.

"Grimms." He nodded. "We were right. They are here. Get them," he ordered, and the rest of the pack slowly circled the family.

"Um, when somebody says, "get them," doesn't that mean they attack us?" a confused Puck asked.

To answer his question, one of the men reached out for Sabrina, and, out of pure instinct, she kicked him in the face with her cleats.

"Cleats? Are you serious?" Daphne cried.

"What? I wasn't going to wear the stupid heels," scoffed Sabrina. "These were the only shoes I had time to grab."

"Who are they?" Delores asked, shaking in fear. She was huddled in the corner, clinging to her new husband.

"I-I don't know," Henry replied honestly. "Who are you, and what do you want from us?"

"Oh, we're a new organization," the man who'd first stepped up answered smoothly. He straightened his brown leather jacket. "We didn't know your friend Mirror too well, but at some point Jared was his caretaker.

"And let's just say I didn't take care of him that well," Jared chuckled, and the group joined in, until their leader gave them a glare signifying he was in charge of talking, that they were just there to carry out orders.

"And as for what we want," he continued. "We simply want to take all the Grimms in custody."

"Sorry, buddy," Henry said. "That's not going to happen."

"Very well," replied the leader. "We'll just take one of you, then."

"Not her," the man Sabrina had kicked said. He groaned and raised a hand to his nose, which was now bleeding. "She's vicious."

"I suppose we can take the youngest," said the leader. Without warning, he swiped out and snatched four year old Basil from Granny's hands. "This will make a great prize."

Basil whimpered, struggling to get out of the man's grasp.

"Not on my watch," Veronica said. Then, in five seconds flat, she punched the leader in the face, took back Basil, judo flipped the rest of his members, and smacked down a wine glass for good measure.

The rest of the family gaped at her, along with the remaining party that was at the wedding reception.

Veronica smiled and brushed her hair away from her face before wiping her sweaty brow. "It seems like I hadn't done that in forever," she said.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter, I know I enjoyed writing it. The writer's block had gone away temporarily, hopefully it will be gone for a long time. Please review! I bet you can guess which prompt I'm going to be using next.