Helloz! It is devsIrishPrincess97 (the author) and limegreenwordmachine (the sidekick for the night). Dear Devs wrote, refined, and published a chapter at one this morning, but now it's three in the morning and we have nothing to do, so I will employ my ninja typing skills to help the amazing authoress churn out another chapter. Devs says to shut up, but even though this is HER story, I do not care to listen.

Disclaimer: Devs does not own the Sisters Grimm or any associated characters. She also does not own me, but that doesn't stop her from telling me what to do! Okay. Well, now the actual writer wants to work on the story, so I think I should give 'er a chance :D

Sab POV

The inside of the large building was a hustling, bustling community, with people rushing around everywhere trying to accomplish their jobs. Frankly, it was a madhouse. This alone would make me kind of understand why the last actress quit. It would take me a year alone just to navigate this place. "Granny Relda, where can we find Michael Buckley?" I asked. Not only was Michael Buckley the author of the books, but he was directing the production of the Sisters Grimm saga.

"Why, of course, liebling. He's down that hallway and to the left."

With all the people rushing around, I felt like someone would attack us at any moment. Puck, I noticed, kept one hand at his side, where he kept his trusty wooden sword. It looked like he was waiting to be attacked like I was. In fact, the whole place looked unsafe. I looked up at the roof and saw holes, the smallest being about a foot wide. It appeared that the building was just waiting to be condemned by city inspectors. This was not going to be an easy eight movies.

Crossing the hall and moving toward Michael Buckley's office was like wading through a river full of piranhas. I stood protectively in front of Daphne the whole walk. Which was kind of awkward, since Puck was standing protectively in front of me, so we were like a line of ducks in a pond. Finally we made it to the office, and Granny Relda knocked lightly on the door.

"Who is it?" a weary male voice cried from inside.

"It's the Grimms!" Granny Relda replied.

"Oh, come in!" His voice suddenly sounded much more cheerful and alive, as if we were the very thing he wanted for Christmas that he found under the tree. Granny Relda twisted the doorknob and we all spilled inside. If possible, Michael Buckley's office was more likely to be condemned by inspectors than the building it was located in. There was a hole in his ceiling that was so big it could have been a skylight. The walls looked shabby and unsteady. I was pretty sure I saw a mouse in the corner.

He was a thin man with average brown hair and glasses, wearing a frayed suit. I knew he was supposed to be an Everafter, but he didn't ring a bell. Of course, it could be because I haven't read all that many "fairytales" yet. He did resemble someone I knew, but I couldn't put my finger on who.

"Um, excuse me sir," Daphne chirped, standing in front of Red and holding her hand reassuringly. "I know you're supposed to be an Everafter, but which one?"

"Oh, that," Mr. Buckley replied, blushing. "Well, I'm William Charming's younger brother – you don't really hear anything about me in the official fairytales. I'm kinda behind the scenes." Though I wasn't looking at her, I could tell that she was biting her palm.

Now that he mentioned it, I realized he did look an awful lot like Charming. Same blue eyes, same bone structure, same straight posture, but without the haughtiness Charming possessed. Also, he didn't hold his nose so high in the air. He had a humility that Charming sorely lacked. I glanced at Mr. Canis. One look at his face and I knew that he already liked this guy way more than he liked Charming. At least that would make it a little more bearable.

"May I see Sabrina?" Mr. Buckley asked. When we came into the room I had been forced to the back, so I pushed and shoved my way to the front. "Marvelous," he said. "You look just like –" he blinked – "well, of course you do. You're the original Sabrina Grimm!"

I heard Puck snort sarcastically from the back of the room, right next to where I used to be. I looked back to glare in his general direction, then turned back to Mr. Buckley. "Here," he said, handing me one of the thick scripts resting on his desk. I looked fretfully at the script in my hands. How the heck was I supposed to memorize all this? But what was even weirder was that I was expected to learn my own reactions, words, and facial expressions so I could accurately portray myself. Wow. Awkward.

"Well, I better let you guys, um, settle into the time zone."

"Um, dude," Puck said, "I'm clearly above such trivial matters, but even I know that we're in the same time zone."

Mr. Buckley continued as if uninterrupted, though blushing slightly. "We'll get you settled in your hotel ASAP. I've already made reservations for eight to ten people – that's four rooms. I'm paying. I promise, we can afford to keep you comfortable during your stay here in Atlanta, even if this place looks shabby. We're having the building renovated soon, due to some, um, insistent suggestions from the health department."

"Good," I heard Puck mutter. I seriously needed to have a talk with that fairy boy. His manners, as usual, were sorely lacking. And if I had to be a movie star, I didn't want my "bodyguard" embarrassing me.

"Thanks," Dad said, still rubbing his lips from where Mom put duct tape on his mouth so he wouldn't go ballistic and make Puck blow up the car roof again (and then ripped it off). Heck, I had barely noticed he was there all morning. It was dramatically uncharacteristic of him to be so silent. And calm.

As we exited the building, we once more had to cross the dangerous streams of piranha people, rushing around as usual. As we reached the car to drive to the hotel, Puck said, "Yeah. I bet he's dumping us in some dump. If he waited this long to renovate his building, whatever that means, why would he put us in a good hotel?"

I elbowed him. "He's being nice and paying for our hotel, so shut it fairy boy." His attitude often grated me.

After that I heard him grumble about being royalty. He needed to wake up and smell the metaphoric coffee. He had chosen us over being king, which means he forfeited being royalty. It was really beginning to stink that though he was getting taller, it hardly seemed he was maturing.

The car stopped. Daphne, who got out before me, gasped. I glanced at her to see her palm stuck in her mouth. I looked at the hotel and gasped myself. It was an actual five star hotel.

"Well, lieblings, we need to work out sleeping arrangements."

"Ooh, Sabrina! You should totally share a room with –" Daphne started.

"Don't even say it," I warned. She made a pouty face at me.

"Please?"

"NO!" Puck and I said simultaneously. Honestly, it shocked me. Who knew he could catch on this quick?

Mom cut in. "Okay, obviously me and Henry will be sharing. I think Granny Relda should get a room to herself, Sabrina, Red and Daphne can share a room, and Puck, you will share a room with Mr. Canis." I don't know whose face showed more shock and willingness to object – Puck or Mr. Canis. "No objections," she snapped before they could say anything. Dad gazed at her with admiration. What a leader she was. Mr. Canis stared at Puck and sighed. I felt so sorry for him…but then I thought, better him than me, and shrugged.

Some of the best and worst writing happens at 3 A.M., as proved by this chapter.

~DevsIrishPrincess97