A/N Hey! Ok, so I got a lot of messages complaining about me not updating, and about me being lazy. Lazy? No. Busy? Yes. I have NO TIME. And even if I did, it would take me a while because I'm a perfectionist. Everything has to be perfect, or as close to perfect as I can make it at any given time. Therefore, it takes a while. Deal with it.

Chapter Eight

For a moment, everyone was blinded. But just as suddenly as the light had appeared, it vanished. The entire family blinked, and Daphne rubbed her eyes. Sabrina and Puck both had glassy eyes and were staring off into space.

Jake and Canis exchanged a look, and then Jake stepped forward. "Um…where is the…being…that put you two in this state of severe hatred?" He addressed this question at Puck, who answered in a dreamy voice.

"In the tower you shall find the one who did this to thine."

Jake's brow furrowed, but before he could ask Puck anything more, the faery's eyes closed—Puck was unconscious.

Jake turned to Sabrina. "What tower?"

"The tower is to the east of the one who calls himself Prince," Sabrina answered in the same dreamy voice, right before she too, went unconscious.

The rest of the family exchanged glances. "I think," Relda said in her light German accent, "we have a lead, Libelings."

Jake entered his bedroom, humming to himself. He grinned broadly when he saw his new wife. They had had a private ceremony a while ago, almost directly after Briar had been woken up five months ago, but they hadn't told anyone. She was lying under the covers, and she lifted her head to see over her bloated stomach.

"Jake!" she exclaimed happily. "He's kicking! Come and feel!"

Jake's smile widened and he sat on the bed next to his four month pregnant wife. He placed his hand on her stomach, and laughed softly when he felt a kick. Briar had been cooped up in the bedroom since she started showing-the family didn't know they had been married, and given the current circumstances, Jake hadn't wanted to mention it.

Leaning down, Jake kissed her softly, allowing himself a moment of pure happiness.

"Look, boy, you may not want to do this, but you have to," Mr. Canis told Puck, his voice stern.

"I don't have to anything I don't want to, old man," Puck said, sneering. "Give me one good reason why I should go along with this."

Canis thought for less than a second, pulling a lie out of nowhere. "If this works the way we want it to, Sabrina will be able to go away forever. Isn't that what you want? Not to have to be around her?"

Puck's glare stayed in place, but, after a moment, he nodded. "Fine. I'll help you. What do I have to do?"

Sabrina lounged on the couch, wishing she was anywhere else. "Mom, I'll do it, I just don't want him to be there. I have nothing against helping you. Even if you did go behind my back and use me mercilessly."

Veronica sighed, trying to think of something that would convince her headstrong daughter. "Sweetie, if you and Puck are both there, it will make it so that we can send Puck away. Forever. You won't have to put up with him anymore. So even if you don't like it, you have to work with him. Just this once. And then you never have to see him again unless you want to."

Sabrina thought for a moment, and the grudgingly nodded. "Fine. I'll do it. When do we start?"

Granny picked up her large purse and started out to the car, the rest of the family following. Sabrina and Puck were walking side-by-side, something that hadn't happened in a very long time.

The family filed into the car, Mr. Canis, Granny, and Henry in the front seat, Veronica, Jake, Daphne, Sabrina, and Puck stuffed into the back.

"There's barely room in here normally," Sabrina complained. "Let alone with that in the car." She gestured to Puck with her head, a sneer on her face.

"Me?" Puck exclaimed indignantly. "I don't take up nearly as much room as you, fatso."

"Lieblings, please," Granny begged. "No fighting, just this once. We'll be out of the car soon. Look, there's Charming's mansion now! I'm sure he knows where the tower is, and that means we're almost there!"

"Oh joy," Sabrina said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "We get to go talk to Sir Snooty-Pants himself!"

"Be nice!" Daphne said. "He isn't that bad. He's a sweetie, really, he is."

Sabrina rolled her eyes but didn't otherwise respond.

Charming opened his door, humming to himself. As soon as he saw the Grimms, he slammed his door shut.

"That's sweet?" Sabrina said to Daphne, raising one eyebrow.

Daphne shrugged. "Maybe he wants to straighten up a bit."

"William Charming," Relda called in a commanding voice, "let us in. We need your help."

"Go away, you insufferable woman!" Charming yelled out.

"Only after you help us!" Granny said. "Would Snow like it very much if you ignored her friends, Billy?"

There was a long pause, and then the door swung open, revealing a seething Charming. "Fine. Make it quick, Grimm. I don't have all day."

"A tower? Really? Are you sure you're the famous Grimms'?" Charming asked, sneering.

"Don't start with me," Canis growled.

Charming rolled his eyes. "It's Rapunzel's tower. She had it brought over for nostalgias sake, but hasn't been out to it in the past few years. That's the only tower east of here. Now get out of my house!"