A/N: I'm back. I know I said I'd update Mirror, Mirror, but I had sudden inspiration for this. My laptop's still busted and seeing as how the possibility of it ever working right again is smaller than the likelihood of me winning the lottery, my parents helped me dig out on of our old computers. There's no sound on it, and it's slow as heck, but it's better than my laptop, right?

Anyway, I'm having a case of writer's block with Mirror, Mirror and had to stop halfway through the next chapter. That's another reason why this one's getting updated first. It might be another week or two for me to update Mirror, Mirror.

Well, enough of that. Enjoy the chapter! It's pretty much unrelated and a little contradictory to the rest of the story, but as I said in the last chapter, this story will now be a series of one-shots.

12. Wedding

While looking at all the photos in Granny Relda's house, Daphne stumbled upon Granny's wedding picture in a small, rather plain frame in a corner of the kitchen. The picture showed Relda and Basil standing at the front of a church. They were holding hands and smiling lovingly at each other. Granny wore this eccentric dress with too many ruffles and bows for Daphne's taste and a veil with, you guessed it, a lace sunflower appliqué. Basil wore an old-fashioned black tuxedo. Even though this had to be one of Granny Relda's favorite pictures, Daphne couldn't understand why it wasn't more prominently displayed, nor did she understand why she had a feeling she'd seen it before. She shrugged and decided to leave the mysteries for another day – their bedtime was 9:30 and it was already 9:13; she'd have to hurry to get ready for bed as it was.

But as she was making her way up the steps, she suddenly stopped. Slowly, a smile spread across her face and she Daphne bit her palm to keep from squealing. She'd solved one of the mysteries: Granny's wedding picture looked nearly identical to Sabrina's. It had been a couple years since that trip to the future, but she still remembered the wedding photo as if she'd seen it just yesterday. Truth be told, she had stared at the photo for nearly an hour – she'd had to do something while she waited for Sabrina to regain consciousness. The future Sabrina had gotten her a glass of water and had talked to her for a little bit before the future Daphne had come in with a photo album for Daphne to look at while she talked to Future Sabrina.

Future Sabrina had blushed when she saw the album, but Future Daphne dragged her from the room before she could say anything. Daphne had stared after them questioningly for a second –but only a second- before opening the book to a random page. It didn't take long for Daphne to figure out why Future Sabrina had blushed: the album had been devoted to pictures of Puck and Sabrina. The first page she looked at showed them at about 17 or 18 and holding hands, then hugging, and even one of them kissing. Predictably, there was a picture of them fighting on about every other page, but it was primarily them doing mushy couple stuff. Soon, Daphne came across their wedding photo. It was large enough to take up an entire page. She stared at it for a bit and then proceeded to memorize every last detail.

Already, Daphne had seen enough of the future to know that she was going to do everything she could to change it, but that was one aspect she didn't want to change. She wanted to make sure that Puck and Sabrina would still end up together. She wanted to make sure that their smiles were just as happy, that their eyes glowed with that much love when they got married. Daphne memorized the beautiful white dress Sabrina wore. The midnight blue tuxedo Puck flaunted. Even the rings on their fingers to make sure that they got the same ones as in this future. She memorized Sabrina's hair and make-up, Puck's black shoes and emerald tie. And even the interior of the church they were in. Nothing could change. Somehow, Daphne had vowed, I'm going to make sure they get this same exact picture. The one happy thing she'd seen in such a bleak future had to be remembered, because the fact that Sabrina and Puck could be that happy together in such a horrible place is a real fairytale.

"Daphne Grimm! Go get ready for bed this instant! You have five minutes before you need to be in that bed! I don't care if you're in the middle of brushing your teeth, I'll shove you into that bed anyway!"

Her mother's yell had broken her out of her reverie, but her smile remained. "Yes Mom!" she called before frantically putting on her pajamas and brushing her teeth.

But as she lay in her bed, staring at the dark ceiling, she went over every detail of that photo and silently repeated her vow. After all, it wouldn't be much longer until it was time for their wedding. Her future self had given her all the details later. Right now, Sabrina was 14. That meant only one more year until she and Puck got together and another 4 until they got married.

The next day, Sabrina found Daphne scribbling in a binder and asked, "What are you doing?"

Daphne smiled innocently at her and said innocently, "Planning your wedding. The date's gonna be June 3, but I'm not sure about the song for yours and Puck's first dance as a married couple. Any suggestions?" I already know what song it's gonna be, of course, she added silently, I'm just being polite.

A/N: Well, that turned out a lot better than I thought it would. I decided to go for something happy this chapter since the last one was a little depressing. If anyone still reads this, please review! I love them and it'll encourage me to use this old computer more often. It's seriously annoying how crappy this thing is…