A/N: Whoo hoo! Final prompt to wrap up the overall :)

"Alison!" Emma skirted around the staircase, hurrying into the living room, but not without running into Parker, her elder sister's boyfriend. "Uhh…sorry." She looked away.

He grinned good-naturedly. "It's cool."

"Emma," Alison scolded. She mindlessly loped a stray piece of her blonde hair fallen from her messy bun around her finger. "You shouldn't have been running anyway."

She shrugged. "I have something important to tell you."

"This better be good," murmured Alison, leaning back on the old, plush sofa.

"Well, I should get going, I guess. I'll see you soon, Ali." Parker stooped down and landed a quick kiss on his girlfriend's cheek before briskly walking towards the door.

"I thought you guys weren't seeing each other anymore since last week?" Emma interrogated her sister.

"It isn't any of your business who I am and won't be seeing anymore," responded Alison.

Emma chose to neglect her sister's rudeness. Nowadays she always seemed to ostracize her younger sister from her daily life routine. "Well, what I wanted to tell you was, this Friday is Valentine's day!"

"I know," replied Alison. "Parker and I are going for dinner at this restaurant that opened up last month."

"I think we should surprise Mom and Dad with something," Emma continued.

Alison snorted. "Dad already has something in store for Mom."

"How do you know?"

"Because you know when he has this sort of evil glint in his eyes when he's planning something? I saw it when he said he was excited for this Friday. I bet he has some conspiracy cooked up."

Emma rolled her eyes. Her sister always assumed she could get a hold of answers. "We could do something too. I mean, we just discovered we're fairies! We can celebrate-''

"Look," her sister interrupted, not too shamefully either. "I told you, I'm going out with Parker that day. And why celebrate? It sucks. I just need to pray my ugly wings don't decide to spring out and knock over the delicious cheesecake we're going to try."

"But Ali, Parker is ch-''

"Can't talk." Her sister got on her feet and stretched. "I have homework to finish up." she sauntered up the stairs.

Emma sighed, recalling what she'd seen two days ago. On her way home from her art class, Parker had stood a few feet away, back facing her, chatting with a girl not much younger than him. Neither Emma nor her mom pondered too heavily on it, until he'd leaned forward and planted a light kiss on the girl's lips.

"If I just had a dime for each time Parker broke up with Alison," her mother had said with disdain. "Not even Puck could've been this much of a jerk," she murmured.

"Should-should I tell her?"

"Of course you should!" exclaimed Sabrina. "It's wrong. Just be grateful your aunt isn't here. She would go right up to Parker and give him a kick swiftly to the butt."

Emma clenched her fists. "I'm tempted to do just that."

Sabrina had then steered her clear from Parker before she could get any more ideas.

Now, if Emma could just find a solution that'd enable her to corner her sister, that'd be just great.

Friday morning, Alison's dad dramatically flipped pancakes in the air. His face seemed to be permanently frozen with a grin.

"Um, dad?" Alison said. "You're creeping me out here."

"Sorry," he said, though he didn't seem to be too intent with that apology. "I just can't wait until my dear wife sees the romantic thing I'd put together."

A loud shriek echoed down the hall, followed by a muffled bang. "Puck!" Sabrina cried out.

She turned to fully face her father. "Really? Isn't that prank old now?"

"Oops. That was supposed to be Saturday's prank. Guess I got sidetracked," said Puck solemnly. "Well, no matter. Tonight's surprise will be special."

"I hope my date will be special too," Alison said thoughtfully.

Puck made a face. "Just don't get too close. Guys like him will always have tricks literally up their sleeves."

"That's not true."

"It can be. Just like Jake, he used to smuggle his wand under his coat, then when anybody around him sneezed, he'd-''

Alison abruptly stood up. "I don't need to know," she asserted him. Then, she swiftly placed her empty plate in the sink and left the room.

"It wasn't anything bad!" he called out. He looked down at the plates of pancakes that were slightly burnt. Bono and Edge burst into the room. "Hopefully she'll get it someday," Puck mumbled, no longer talking about Jake's trick, petting the two dogs' fluffy heads

"Oh, Parker," gushed Alison. "This is beautiful."

It was indeed. The restaurant was decked out for the romantic holiday. Red garland intertwined the straight-backed chairs. Flares of light flickered slightly from the pale candles releasing a soft glow. Couples chatted and laughed, sharing their meals with each other.

Parker and Alison walked over to the hostess, arm and arm. "Table for two, please," said Parker calmly.

The hostess squinted at Parker for moment. "Right this way," she said, albeit hesitantly. She guided the way to a rounded dining table with ruffled roses decorating the edges of the lined tablecloth.

"This is beautiful," said Alison again, glancing around in awe as she slid into the booth.

Parker sat across from her and smiled. "I knew you'd like it."

Suddenly, the table jerked. Alison couldn't help the shriek escaping her lips.

Slowly, Parker cautiously leaned down to inspect the floor below the tablecloth. A flash of cloth darted underneath Alison's legs.

"No-it can't be-'' she scrambled out of the booth, tripped on her black heels, and toppled on top of the figure attempting to escape. "Why are you here, Em?"

Emma attempted to smooth out her braid and adjust her sparkly bow at the same time. "I came to warn you!''

Alison ignored her response for a moment. "How did you even get here?"

"Flying carpet! Dad let me take it for a spin so it was just him and Mom, don't worry though, nobody saw-''

"Ugh!" Alison thrust aside her purse and covered her face with her hands. "Can't anybody be normal anymore? Can't anyone have a logical reason for anything?"

"Ali," Emma gently touched her sister's wrist. "Parker is cheating on you. Mom and I saw him kiss another girl not too long ago."

"Why-why should I believe you?" Alison managed to stutter out weakly.

Emma shrugged. "Why shouldn't you?"

Alison scoffed. "Because maybe you're making all this up to conjure your own fun."

"Why would this be fun for me, Ali?" said Emma softly. "You exclude me from your conversations with people, you don't let me try some of your makeup, and you don't even let me read in your room!"

"That's because you insist I hear the plot of every single book you read," reasoned Alison. "But..it seems what you say about Parker is true," she sighed.

Somebody cleared their throat. Both girls turned to see Parker, sitting cross-legged in the booth, looking at the two still sprawled on the floor. "Well, hi there."

Emma slowly rose and offered Alison a hand.

"You're a jerk, Parker," Alison said steadily. "I don't know why I even agreed to go out with you again in the first place."

"Because I give you everything you need," Parker said simply. "I'm all you need in order for you to escape your family. I mean, lately you've been focused on that."

Alison glared at him. "You don't give me everything you need. What I really need is somebody who cares about me enough to take me out on a real date, and would never cheat on me. Is that so hard? I guess so, since you can't even do it. Let's go, Em."

A frosty air had settled outside. People were pulling their coats up to their chins. Somewhere, a dog barked.

Behind the restaurant, underneath a pillar, Emma slowly dragged out the rolled up carpet and flattened it on the solid ground. It wasn't long until tears escaped Alison's eyes as she shakily got onto the carpet.

Emma hugged her sister. "It's okay now. Carpet, take us home."

"I've been such a loser!" ranted Alison as Carpet obeyed Emma's commands, tussling its fringe. "I took Parker back even though I knew it would be a completely terrible idea, I've been so mean to you,and-," she wiped her eyes. "I hate the fact Everafters exist!"

Emma carefully loosened her braid, and her hair flowed out, swiftly whipping in front of her face wildly. "Oh, I know it's sudden, but it really isn't that bad. How is it bad, anyway?"

Alison shrugged. "It just is, okay? It shouldn't be a real thing."

"Not everything should be real," Emma attempted to reason. "Some things don't deserve to. But being an Everafter isn't bad. They can be good. They were in our fairy tales. Well, other children's anyway. We never read them," she stared off into space. "But they were a part of people's lives. Everafters had great messages in their stories, they fended for themselves, they cared for others, and they tried to learn from their mistakes."

Alison stared at her younger sister. "Since when were you so smart?"

Emma looked away modestly. "I kind of quoted off Aunt Daphne," she admitted. "She could go on about this stuff forever."

Alison smiled. "True." Below them, billions of dazzling lights loomed. Houses slowly zoomed into view. "Hey, what was Dad's surprise for Mom anyway?"

"He was going to serenade her," smirked Emma. "Then, he planned to pick her up and throw her into the mountain of flowers and heart candies that's been flooding our basement."

"What?" Alison broke out laughing. "Wow. He totally would plan that."

"Yup. He had them delivered ahead of time." Emma glanced down and noted a store was still open. "You want to stop by and pick up a box of doughnuts?"

"Sure," responded Alison. "Wait," she gasped. "My purse! It's still in the restaurant!"

Emma slid the purse out of her chiffon dress's pocket. "Or is it?"

Alison grinned. "Oh, Em."

Her younger sister leaned her head against Alison's shoulder. Side by side, they landed lightly at the back of their favorite doughnut shop.