AN~ I am in Georgia, on my Uncle's netbook, and I have learned that I like my computers bigger. This thing makes me feel claustrophobic. On another note, we are the 59th most popular book category on the site.

Sabrina and Baba Yaga made as little noise as possible as they made the journey through the woods to the section of the barrier by Charming's camp. They sat uncomfortably in Baba Yaga's house, Sabrina chewing on a granola bar and trying to sway along with the house's footsteps, Baba Yaga keeping a careful eye on Sabrina to make sure she didn't head for any of the magical items scattered everywhere. Sabrina, however, seemed to be concentrating entirely on her food.

When they finally reached the fort, and the nearby shimmer of pearly light that signified the barrier, Baba Yaga tapped the wall next to her, and the house settled down to ground level. Sabrina hopped out as quickly as possible, trying to get away from the stench that Baba Yaga seemed not to notice.

She was met by Snow, Charming, Robin Hood, and a pretty woman she'd never met before.

"Uh... hi." She said. "I wasn't expecting... I mean..."

The woman whose name she didn't know stepped forward. "I'm Marian Hood, Robin's wife. I assume you're Sabrina?"

Sabrina nodded, and realized that it didn't bother her that Robin was married anymore. That was helpful. Having a crush on Robin had been a setback, and now that she was over it, it was a little embarrassing. "Nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine." Marian smiled. "I've heard about you. Anyway, we're here to show you to the barrier's exact location."

"Why would you have to do that?" Sabrina asked, pointing, "It's right there!"

The adults stared at her.

"You can see it?" Robin asked.

Sabrina nodded. "Yeah." She looked around at the surprised faces of the grown ups and asked, "...Is that weird or something?"

"I am the only one I have ever met who can see it besides you." Baba Yaga said from behind her.

Sabrina jumped and spun around.

"Don't do that!" She protested.

"Do what?" Baba Yaga asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Sneak up behind me." Sabrina said, blushing a little as Robin laughed.

"I apologize." Baba Yaga said. "Why did you not tell me you could see the barrier?"

Sabrina shrugged. "I guess I sort of figured it was an everafter thing. ...Except they wouldn't, would they? Because Puck ran into it that one time and- Yeah. I'm done." She shut up when she ralized that she was rambling her way closer to an extremely uncomfortable moment in her life.

Baba Yaga shook her head and asked, "Shall we begin?"

She led the way to the barrier, with Sabrina following close behind, with the other adults behind them. Sabrina wondered what they were doing.

Once they reached the barrier, Sabrina turned to Baba Yaga expectantly.

"Well?" She asked. "What do I do?"

Baba Yaga shrugged. "I have no real idea. This has never been done before. If I were you, I'd treat it like one of those bubbles you're so fond of. See what happens."

"That's helpful." Sabrina muttered.

"Concentrate." Baba Yaga replied.

Sabrina spent the next few minutes staring at the barrier in hopes that it would offer some mysterious solution to the problem, but she kept getting distracted by everyone else's stares. She finally gave up.

"I can't do this with them there!" She protested to Baba Yaga. "They're as bad as my family with staring." She looked at the adults. "Seriously, people, if I get out, I get out. Your staring won't make any difference."

"She has a point." Charming said. "And I, for one, would like to return to the relative comfort of the fort."

The adults, minus Baba Yaga, turned and headed back for the walls of Fort Charming.

Sabrina sighed and turned back to face the glowing wall in front of her. Now that no one was staring at her, she could focus her attention entirely on it. She put her hand against it, realizing that it even felt like a normal bubble. The only thing that was unusual about it was that she couldn't pop it.

But she didn't want to do that, did she? Because if it popped, then the Scarlet Hand could get out, and wasn't that what she wanted to stop?

So, how else did you get on the other side of a bubble?

You made yourself like it!

Sabrina grinned. "I've got it!"

"Good." Baba yaga said. "Explain."

"Well, we don't want to pop the bubble, because that would let everybody out, right? So we have to get through it without popping it."

"I know that already." Baba Yaga interrupted.

"Well, I was explaining my train of thought." Sabrina said. "If you don't want to know, I'll just shut up, and you can deal with it."

"No, no, I apologize." Baba Yaga said. "Please continue."

Sabrina smirked. "To get through a bubble without popping it, you have to coat yourself in the same stuff the bubble is made of. In this case, magic. But we can't just go dip ourselves in magic, so we'll have to have me make an identical, smaller barrier around the person who needs to get out. And if that barrier can move, they should be able to walk through that barrier without popping it or being stopped!"

Baba Yaga nodded. "That is a very good idea. Shall we test it out, or would you rather return to your home?"

"Let's do it now." Sabrina said. "If there's something horrifically wrong with my idea, then I'd rather know now."

"Very well then." Baba Yaga said. "Go ahead."

Sabrina nodded. Taking a deep breath, she stepped back from the barrier and concentrated on its exact makeup; copying it in a smaller form around herself. She'd never done anything this big, and it was tiring. But finally, after what seemed like ages, the barrier formed an orb around her. She took a few tentative steps forward, discovering that walking inside of a ball that repelled your very existence was extremely difficult, and approached the barrier. This was the moment of truth.

Her private barrier bumped against the full-sized one, and the two did what most bubbles would, forming a flat line that got bigger the closer Sabrina got. That wasn't good. If that happened, she'd end up with a very skinny space and no way out.

But once she was so close she was practically touching the big barrier, her small one started to bulge out, forming the more traditional orb shape. She took two last steps forward, and she was through!

She popped her small barrier, letting the energy flow into the original, and instantly regretted it, as she immediately started feeling tired.

But she stepped back through to Baba Yaga's side, and grinned at her sleepily. "It worked!"

Baba Yaga nodded. "I can see that. However, next time, I suggest you attempt to draw the energy back into yourself, instead of allowing it to seep into the remaining barrier. It will leave you less drained."

"That's a good idea." Sabrina said with a nod.

"Now let's get you back to my house." Baba Yaga said, turning and heading for the chicken-house. "I know I said I'd allow you to fly there, but I don't relish returning you to your family in the state you will be in if you don't rest soon. They are immensely protective of you, you know."

Sabrina shrugged, following her. "Can you blame them? I'm kind of accident-prone."

Sabrina hadn't thought she'd be able to sleep in the moving chicken-house, but she surprised herself by falling asleep without even realizing it, only aware that she'd been asleep when Baba Yaga shook her awake in the driveway.

"I may be able to stand your presence, girl, but I am not carrying you inside." Baba Yaga said irritably. "Now get up and let my house inside."

"Does able to stand my presency translate into you like me in your language?" Sabrina asked drowsily, standing up and stretching. "And why not? I don't weigh much."

"It does not." Baba Yaga said without looking at Sabrina, as she left the house. "I believe I am incapable of enjoying human company."

Sabrina rolled her eyes as she followed Baba Yaga outside.

"You do weigh entirely too little." the old hag continued. "I believe your friend might be right."

"That she's anorexic?" Bella asked from the front porch. "Yeah, I think she is."

"When was who talking about this?" Sabrina asked, watching the house turn back into its chicken form and run through the open front door.

Puck, who was holding the door, answered her. "Bella and I were discussing it earlier today. The Radiator must have overheard us."

"The radiator?" Sabrina asked, raising an eyebrow and stepping through the door, which Puck was still holding. "Are you insinuating that Baba Yaga's eavesdropping through the heating system? Thanks for holding the door, by the way."

"No." Puck said. "It's a really backward nickname that Jake and I came up with. we were playing around with her initials, and Jake decided to translate them into Greek, since he was eating a ceasar salad-"

"But Ceasar was Roman." Sabrina objected.

"So maybe I'm getting my dead languages confused." Puck said, letting the door slam shut behind them, much to Bella's chagrin. "But he came up with Beta and Gamma, and since those are both forms of radiation, and she can really heat up a room when she's mad, she's the radiator."

Baba Yaga, who had stepped through the door before them and heard the explanation, laughed. "I approve, boy. Now come, anorexic child, your grandmother has saved us some food."

"Were we really out that long?" Sabrina asked, following 'The Radiator' to the kitchen.

"Yeah." Bella said, shooting Puck a glare. "You missed lunch with your dad, and dinner with her." She pointed at Baba Yaga. "So I spent the day being pestered by your boyfriend."

Sabrina and Puck both turned matching shades of red and shouted in unison, "We're not dating!"

Bella snickered. "That was adorable."

"Come, eat." Baba Yaga said sternly. "Prove that you are not mentally deranged, as your family seems so apt to believe."

"I don't think they think I'm anorexic." Sabrina said, sitting and avoiding looking at her food, a hunk of something brown streaked with lime green.

"That was one of the things they discussed." Baba Yaga said. Seeing Sabrina's blank look, she elaborated, "Yesterday, when they were discussing therapy because of your reaction to your fight with the boy."

"What is this?" Sabrina asked, staring from person to person in the room, ending with Uncle Jake and Daphne, who had just walked in. "You guys don't seriously think I'm anorexic, do you?" She looked imploringly at her mother as she crossed from the dining room to the kitchen.

"Well, you don't eat much, Sabrina." Granny said, following Veronica into the room with a pile of dirty dishes.

"Are you kidding?" Sabrina said in shock, staring at the crowd that had formed around the table. "You seriously think I'm anorexic."

Red nodded and whispered. "They do."

"But you don't right?" Sabrina stared at the little girl, begging her to side with her.

Henry's hand on Red's shoulder stopped her for a minute, and Red finally answered. "I- don't know."

Sabrina looked around at her family. "But- but you guys saw me eat today. Dad? Puck?"

Puck wasn't looking at her.

"Prove it, then." Henry replied. "Eat your dinner."

Sabrina stared at the disgusting food on her plate, then up at her family, then back at the food. "I... can't." She said at last.

"Ah-hah!" Granny said. "You are anorexic!"

"No, it's not that!" Sabrina said. "It's just..." She continued in a whisper, "I don't like Granny's food."

"What's that?" Jake asked. "I didn't hear you."

Sabrina sighed. "I don't like any of Granny's food, it makes me feel sick. I just never said because at first I was too uncomfortable with Granny to say anything, and then I didn't want to hurt her feelings, and nobody else seemed to mind, so I figured I'd just not eat, and then we'd all be happy." Sabrina said.

Eeryone in the room stared at her.

"Is that it?" Daphne finally asked.

Sabrina nodded.

Puck was the first one to laugh, but most of the rest of the family soon joined in.

"That's just sad." Bella said, shaking her head. "I can't believe we all got so worked up over nothing!"

Jake wiped his eyes. "Reminds me of the time that I called Frau Pfefferchekenhaus a hag, and Morgan Le Faye thought I was talking about her, and it took Hank hours to explain what I was talking about!"

"Oh, speaking of names," Sabrina said, "I meant to ask you earlier, have you come up with a nickname for Bella? Or Red, for that matter?"

"I'm leaning on frog legs for Bella." Puck said.

"No thank you." Bella said.

"How about Frenchy?" Jake suggested. "Isabella's a French name, right?"

"That works." Puck said. "But I'm calling her fries if she makes me mad."

"What about Red?" Daphne asked. "She's the only one without a nickname, now!"

"I dunno." Sabrina said. "Do mom and Dad have them?"

"Your father is Hank, or scary man, depending on who you ask." Veronica said. "I don't think I have one, though."

"Ronnie." Jake said. "Don't you remember? Red can be..."

"What are some other shades of red?" Daphne asked.

"Scarlet, burgundy, rose, magenta- well, sort of, not really- pink, bloodred, garnet, ruby, auburn, fushia..." Sabrina trailed off. "How 'bout it? Any nicknames coming out of there?"

"I like Garnet." Red said shyly.

"Only problem is, it's longer than your actual name." Puck said. "How's net?"

"Sounds too basketball." Jake said. "Garn sound like a grandma... Would you settle for Ruby?" He turned to Red. "They're much more valuable."

"All right." Red smiled. "I like rubies."

"Ruby it is then." Daphne said.

Sabrina yawned. "Well, now that that's settled, I think I'm going to eat something, then go to bed. When are we leaving, again?"

"The day after tomorrow." Veronica supplied.

"Good." Sabrina said, getting up and walking to the fridge. "That gives me time to finish that talk with Daphne and pack." She opened the refridgerator door. "How long will we be gone, about?"

Puck shrugged. "A week? Two at most, I think. My mom might make me stay longer. I kind of bailed on her last time."

"Won't she try and make you stay?" Sabrina asked, pulling a leftover box of pizza out of the fridge. "Why did no one tell me we had pizza?"

"I was hiding it." Henry said shamefacedly. "I don't particularly like some of your granmother's recipies, either, and it's what I used to do when I was a teenager..."

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "Well, as punishment for not sharing, I herby comandeer your comfort food." She pulled the last two slices out of the box, placed them on a plate, and popped the plate in the microwave.

She leaned on the counter for a little while, then realized something. "Hey, anybody else notice that we've been acting like an normal family tonight?"

"When do we not?" Puck asked, feigning surprise.

"Most of the time." Daphne said matter-of-factly. "But that's what makes us awesome, so it's all right."

The room dissolved into laughter again, and most of the family petered out, back to whatever they'd been doing before Sabrina returned home and they decided to confront her.

After the crowd had left, only Sabrina, Daphne, and Puck were left in the room. Sabrina munched on one slice of pizza, and offered the other to Daphne, who turned it down.

"I like Granny's food." She said.

"I'll take it." Puck said, reaching for the slice.

Sabrina held it away. "Mine."

"Easy." Puck protested.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Daphne asked, averting the fight she felt blooming.

"Oh, right." Sabrina said. "My secret plans."

"Dun dun dun." Puck said dramatically, and they were laughing once again.