AN~ The end of Elvis' little talking challenge, and the next of the other chapter. No talking about the wedding night 'cause that's private.

Theme song this chapter: Love Game by Lady Gaga.

After Sabrina and Puck were safely away, Daphne found Elvis, who had been hiding in the basement, and brought him to the living room, where she turned off the TV, much to Red's chagrin. "Guys," she said, "there's something I want to tell you about Elvis."

"Did he get sausage?" Basil asked immediately, from his position next to Red on the couch.

"No I did not, thank you very much!" Elvis growled.

"That's what I wanted to tell you," Daphne said. "He ate this potion this morning that made it so he could talk. So... Uncle Jake? You know anything about it?"

"It's permanent," Jake offered. "Not much else I can say."

"Well then," Relda said, "Any insights you'd like to make now that you can talk, Elvis?"

"Turn off the TV. For a long time. Honestly, you should just get rid of it," Elvis said. "Every time I go in the room when it's on, I can practically feel my brain melting."

"I second the motion!" Basil called.

Red pouted. "Not cool."

"I promise we'll help you through your addiction, sweetie," Veronica said. "Especially Basil, right dear?"

"Right. We'll do lots of stuff to distract you." He winked at Red, who smiled back at him hesitantly.

"Nothing inappropriate, right?" Henry asked.

"Sure dad, whatever," Basil said, leaving the room with Red in tow.

Daphne bent down to unplug the TV. "Anything else important?"

Elvis thought. "No more costumes, please. Dogs don't wear clothes. And when Puck gets back, I want to thank him for bathing more now. He hurt my nose."

"That's Sabrina's fault, actually," Mr. Canis said dryly. "And I agree with him on the costume thing, Relda."

Granny pouted, heading for the kitchen. "I like the costumes, they're cute!"

"They're embarrassing, and on top of that..." Elvis said following Granny out.

Jake sat down on the couch, laughing. "This is going to change everything."

Sabrina and Puck had a very enjoyable night and a got a late start the next day, but they made it to the Golden Egg on time, just barely. Puck spent most of the morning trying to finalize Faerie's conversion to a democracy as fast as possible so that he could return to Sabrina. She spent her morning catching up with the Everafters she'd befriended last time she was in NYC, especially Hamstead and Bess, who were actually considering returning to Ferryport Landing.

They finally finished, and Puck found himself now the ex-king of Faerie. He didn't particularly mind. They said their goodbyes and headed off to the orphanage. On the way, they made a few stops that Sabrina had investigated before the wedding.

At the first stop, when Sabrina knocked on the door, it was opened by a woman in her mid-thirties. "Yes?"

"Mary?" Sabrina asked. "It's Sabrina. Sabrina Grimm."

"Sabrina?" the woman, who was apparently Mary, asked. "I didn't recognize you! How are you? Come inside! This is amazing!"

"Never thought you'd see me again?" Sabrina grinned, pulling Puck into the apartment after her. "How's Laura doing?"

"Laura's great! So am I!" Mary said. "Have a seat! Do you want anything to drink?"

Sabrina shook her head, but Puck accepted. They sat down on the green plaid couch in the living room to wait for Puck's drink.

"So, what's she up to these days?" Sabrina persisted.

"She just got out of college, she's looking for a job acting. How about you? And Daphne?"

"I'm a lawyer, but she's a private detective. Turns out it's a bit of a family thing. And I just got married- this is my husband, Puck." Sabrina gestured at Puck, stealing a sip of his soda.

"You could have gotten your own!" Puck protested, grabbing the drink back. "She offered!"

Mary glanced at Puck appraisingly. "If you're ever mean to her, you're screwed, you know that? I'll find you if Sabrina calls, and you'll be so dead."

Sabrina laughed. "Don't worry. He's nothing like your dad. Not a lot like any guy I know, actually." She smiled at Puck.

"You sure?" Mary said skeptically. "Sometimes you can't tell at first."

"I've known him for fifteen years, I'm pretty sure," Sabrina said.

Puck raised his eyebrows at Mary. "You're really attached to Sabrina, aren't you?"

"She convinced me to leave my dad's place," Mary said. "I'd do anything for her."

Sabrina smiled. "It's mutual."

"So, what are you doing in New York?" Mary asked.

"Sabrina has to deal with some stuff," Puck said. "So we're taking care of that. What do you do, Mary?"

"I'm a molecular biologist," Mary said.

"Told you she was smart," Sabrina said, smiling in response to Puck's stunned look.

They visited with Mary for a while, then moved on to the next pace Sabrina wanted to vistit.

A middle-aged man answered the door. "He- you look familiar."

"I should," Sabrina said. "That is, if you're the same Officer Brown I met when I was ten."

The man looked shocked. "S... Sally, no, Sabrina? Sabrina Grimm?"

Sabrina nodded. "I stopped by to thank you for what you did with my parent's case, and to ask you to do something about the state's cild care system, since I can't."

"I have been," Officer Brown said. "I've been trying to improve it ever since I saw it from the inside. You really left an impression on me, Sabrina."

"She has a tendency to do that," Puck said calmly.

"I got my parents back," Sabrina said. "Turns out they were kidnapped. I was wrong."

"Good," Officer Brown said. "I'm glad things worked out for you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to get to work."

"Bye, then," Sabrina said. "Thanks for everything."

And they were off again. This time the door was opened by a pair of people, a man and a woman both in their early thirties. "Sabrina?" they both said at the same time.

Sabrina grinned, realizing, "That's why I couldn't find Becca. I was looking for your old last name. Got over Dare, did you, Tom?"

The man nodded. "Alaska was too far away, and Becca was closer. Besides, Becca's awesomer."

"I'll tell Dare you said that," Sabrina said dryly. "I'm sure she'll be pleased."

"What are you doing here?" Becca asked.

"I'm on my honeymoon, actually. This is Puck, my husband," Sabrina said. "And I had some loose ends to tie up. You keep in contact with any of the other loners?"

Becca nodded. "Why?"

"I'm planning a reunion in three years. I wanted to see a lot of them again. Call all the ones you can find, and tell them to call me."

"Three years is a long time, Sabrina," Tom said warily.

"I know. But it gives them time to catch up and prepare. And us to get home," Sabrina said. "All I ask is that they don't bring any lima beans."

Tom grinned. "Right. You want to stay a while?"

Puck shook his head. "We've got to head to some meeting thing she planned. Then we finally get to relax, right?"

Sabrina sighed. "Right. I mean, I wanted to go to the orphanage today, but that's not going to happen."

"What meeting?" Bella asked.

"All the other orphans we used to know. I wanted to give Michelson what's coming to him. I was actually thinking about having one for my old foster parents, but I decided sternly worded letters would work better."

Tom laughed. "I never thought I'd see the day Sabrina Grimm opted against violence."

"It's only been happening recently, trust me." Puck said dryly.

They left and headed for Sabrina's meeting. Puck complained about the lack of romantic time, and Sabrina promised him that, as soon as she was done with the orphanage, they'd spend as much time as he wanted together, just the two of them. After that, they were headed for a countrywide tour, which would probably take a while. Then they'd move on to Canada, and, finally, Alaska.

At the meeting, Sabrina smiled, thanked everyone for coming, then nodded to Puck. He grinned, pulled a lever, and made the ceiling rain green gloop on them.

"That, my enemies, is for making my life miserable when I was ten. Thanks again. Everyone but Mr. Michelson and Harold Dink may leave," Sabrina said firmly.

Harold and Michelson tried to sneak out, but the nametags Sabrina had forced on everyone allowed Puck to keep them from leaving.

When Sabrina saw Harold's head, she laughed her head off. "Still hasn't grown back, huh?"

Harold glared, rubbing his patchy red hair. "I thought this was your revenge for what I did."

"No, that was Daphne's revenge," Sabrina said, "Mine is this," and she punched him in the gut. "Thanks for that. You might want to consider not betraying people. You can go now." She smiled, and Harold walked out, still leaning forward to protect his stomach.

Michelson raised an eyebrow. "Whatcha got in store for me, princess?"

"Queen, actually," Sabrina said. "In name only, but whatever. I challenge you to a rematch. Arm wrestling. Now."

Michelson raised an eyebrow. "I'm slimy."

"So?" Sabrina asked. "Wipe your right arm off. Puck'll be our referee."

Michelson complied. They arm wrestled for a few minutes, and Sabrina sat there, looking completely calm, while Michelson strained to move her arm.

"What's your first name?" Sabrina asked. "I still don't know it."

"Michael," Michelson grunted.

Sabrina grinned, and shoved his arm down onto the table. "I win. You've gotten weaker."

"I'm a pro wrestler. Top five in the country." Michael said, rubbing his arm.

"Hm," Sabrina said. "I still can't beat him." She jerked her thumb at Puck. "Thanks for that. And, just so you know, I still don't like you. But that? That helped me. I'm a better person than you'll ever be, and you can't hurt me anymore. I win."

She walked out.

"That was impressive," Puck said, glancing back at the humiliated man.

Sabrina didn't turn. "I'm good at carrying grudges. I've actually been planning all this New York City stuff for ages. It just happened to coincide with out wedding. Sorry I haven't been the most romantic bride for our honeymoon."

Puck grinned and wrapped an arm around her waist. "I didn't expect you to be. Besides, there's still time for dinner. What do you say? Dark place in Little Italy, candlelight, music, then back to the hotel for a while, playful banter, a little kissing..."

Sabrina laughed. "It sounds great. But I get to pick the restaurant."

"Did you want to stop and see those old friends of yours while we were here?" Puck asked on the way to the restaurant.

Sabrina grinned. "I did it this morning while you were busy. I don't ever want to see any of those people again, but I'm not mad at them anymore. Bess took me. Traveling by jet pack is very interesting, by the way."

"Is it as nice as being flown around by yours truly?"

Sabrina grinned. "Nope, Mr. Fragile Ego, you're still my favorite mode of air travel. Except half the time we get distracted and then we either make a wrong turn or we're late."

"Is it my fault you're so kissable?" Puck asked, making his point with a long, deep kiss.

They had their romantic dinner, and another wonderful night. They got an even later start the next day, but made it to the orphanage by noon.

"It looks the same as it did last time I was here," Sabrina said.

"You spent a year and a half in a place that looked like this?" Puck asked, glancing around. "This is seriously depressing. They need to invest in some paint!"

"Tell me about it," Sabrina said, turning to the receptionist. "May I speak to the head of the orphanage, please?"

"State your business," The receptionist said in an ominous voice.

Sabrina offered her most winning smile, elbowing Puck in the gut surreptitiously when he started to laugh at the receptionist. "I'm here to thank them for their wonderful care for the year and a half I was here. Also, I'd be interested in foster parenting sometime."

"Why?" the secretary said. "Who'd want one of those brats?"

"I would," Sabrina said hotly. "Remember, I used to be one, so I know how to handle them. And honestly, who wouldn't be a brat, if they had to live with attitudes like yours, and foster parents who were only in it for the money? May I talk to the head, please?"

The orphanage nodded towards the door and pressed the buzzer. "Ma'am, there's a couple here to see you."

A voice crackled back through the intercom. "Very well, send them in."

Sabrina and Puck walked through the door, and Sabrina stopped short when she saw the woman sitting behind the head's desk. It was Ms. Smirt.

"Hello," Ms. Smirt said. "Have a seat."

Sabrina and Puck complied. Sabrina had to take a minute to remember that she didn't have to be afraid of the woman anymore. It was Smirt's turn to be afraid of her.