Chapter Uno (Yaise! It's up!)

This had to be, by far, the stupidest thing Sabrina's grandmother had ever dragged her into. Between the armed-to-the-teeth guards and so much radiation that she itched to go home and take a shower before she turned into the creature from the black lagoon, she was kinda thinking that being in the system was a better lifestyle than this. And what were her parents thinking? They were supposed to wake up, have a big happy family reunion, and then whisk them back to New York to live like normal people with normal clothes and eat normal food. Yes, she knew she was being whinier than ever before, but this princess wanted her castle back!

As Bluebeard ordered the soldiers to carry the vats of toxic goo, Puck nudged her in the side. He winked, his green eyes twinkling. "Don't worry," he grinned. "Once they get a whiff of you, they're down for good. "

Sabrina hated how, even in dire situations, he could get under her skin.

"Okay," said Charming. "Go!"

They rushed from their hiding place. Their mission was to plug a bug (the digital kind, not the live ones: the camp had gotten a little past stone axes and throwing rocks) somewhere where it wouldn't be noticed and get the heck out before someone lost a head. They had decided on the low-hanging light socket.

Puck turned into an elephant and took out about six guards right away, the others trying to raise an alarm. Victoria took out another two while Henry battled a particularly nasty hobgoblin. Daphne and Sabrina ran towards a pile of metal crates under a lightbulb. They were almost there when Bluebeard stepped out from the shadows, smiling and twirling a dagger that gave Sabrina shivers running down her spine. She groped behind her, and, finding a long metal pole behind, she wielded in front of her like a sword.

"Daphne," she hissed. "Go."

The little girl nodded and ran towards the ladder-like stack of crates. As she began climbing, Bluebeard laughed.

"Not a chance, little girl." He charged her. As they fought, Sabrina fell, her back hitting one of the huge vats. It tipped over, and Sabrina barely had time to dive out of the way before a tidal wave of slow, painful death flooded the spot where she had stood seconds before. Crab-walking backwards, she could feel her breath coming in short gasps. Suddenly, a pair of hands lifted her away to safety.

"Grimm, you are more trouble than you're worth."

"Puck," she sighed with equals parts relief and annoyance.

"SABRINA!" came a shriek from the middle of the room.

Sabrina and Puck may have escaped danger, but Daphne was stranded atop the crates, with the acid slowly rising to meet her.

Sabrina twisted and wriggled in her savior's grasp.

"Stop that," he ordered. It had no affect on her hysteric movements.

"Puck," she gasped, "you have to get her. You have to get her!"

By this time, an extremely frightened Daphne was sitting hurricane-position, curled in a ball with her hands over her head, in the center of the top crate. Puck set the blonde girl down, muttered something about his reputation, and dove back into the air. Sabrina's parents ran over and helped her stand when the dazed girl didn't immediately get to her feet. The fairy swooped down and picked up Daphne right as the toxins covered the area she had previously occupied. Sabrina felt the air leave her body as she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, now that you have successfully destroyed my career as the greatest villain known to man," Puck huffed, "why don't we get the heck out of here?"

For once, Sabrina agreed with him.

It was a blur after that. Puck landed again, sending Daphne reeling into Sabrina. An then, then they were running life there was no tomorrow and there was a car and they were in it and then they were just... home. Home, and Granny Relda was looking at Sabrina and saying something and looking anxious and then Sabrina's audio capailities caught up with the rest of her and... what did she mean, was she hurt? Sha had been careful and why was there blood on her hoodie? Had she gotten hit? But her hoodie wasn't torn, so...

She looked up, confused. At her mother and father, who looked much the same. At Granny Relda, who still looked worried. At Puck, who was trying not to show that he felt as scared as the rest of them. At Mr. Canis, who had one eyebrow cocked in a display of concern. And at Daphne, who had blood, red like roses, red like lipstick, covering a ruined hand. And there, here world ceased to function.

"I'm sorry," she wimpered, like Sabrina was the one who was staind the world red. "I'm so, so sorry." And as she crumpled, first swaying a bit and then collapsing, Sabrina thought that it was a sick sort of ironic that she could stave off the immobility of shock any time except for when it actually mattered.

Aaaaand that's a wrap, folks. For those of you who already read this, is it better? Worse? The same? All comments are read. All flames are doused with my ego.