AN~ 'Kay, I'm finally getting around to updating this! I might go back and rewrite the beginning, make it more flowy and stuff, but not 'til I finish my other story. I've also decided to have a minimum of 1,000 words per chapter.

Someone was knocking on Sabrina's bedroom door.

"Come in." She called, not looking up.

Jake opened the door and stopped short, staring at the large pile of what appeared to be broken glass on the floor. "What's this?"

The pile vaporized. "Practicing." Sabrina said expressionlessly. "Did you want something?"

"You want to help me clean out the attic? It'd be more constructive than sitting here." Jake said. "'Cause your other option is counseling."

Sabrina got up. "No counseling."

On the way up to the attic, Jake said, "I'd hate to see you if someone like, died or something."

"Hormones." Sabrina said dully. "Besides, you weren't there."

"So what happened?" Jake asked.

"He just yelled at me, out of the blue!" Sabrina said. "It wouldn't be so bad if I knew what I did, but I was just talking, just explaining something, and he totally freaked!"

"Ouch." Jake said, turning on the attic light.

"What are we doing up here?" Sabrina asked.

"I can't sleep on the couch anymore," Jake said, "Bella's going to be there, until we get something set up for her in Red's room. And since I was planning on moving somewhere else anyway, it was here or the basement. The attic has less stuff."

Sabrina gazed around at the dusty piles of- what was all that? "The basement has more?"

"You collect a lot of stuff when your family lives in the same house for generations. A bunch of it can probably be thrown out, or moved into someone's room, or the basement..."

"Which should probably be cleaned out, too." Sabrina finished. "How much space do you want cleared?"

"Less than half the attic." Jake said. "But first we have to find the screen."

"Screen?" Sabrina asked blankly.

"One of those Japanese things, Mom brought it back from her honeymoon." Jake said. "It'll give me privacy."

"Because you don't have privacy in the attic at all." Sabrina said dryly.

"There's the Sabrina I know." Jake said proudly as they set to work.

It took a long time for them to find the screen. By the time they did, Sabrina had somehow ended up in a two of a set of about 20 fat black leather belts she'd found in the bottom of a steamer trunk, Jake had on Elvis's Santa hat, they'd found a collection of the most random things ever that Jake was going to use to make the rough beams of the attic ceiling look somewhat more finished, and Sabrina was almost happy.

"Why'd you ask me to help?" Sabrina asked. "For real?"

"They seriously are considering therapy." Jake said, moving the screen into the position he wanted it. "Anything past here has to be moved. But I just thought you might need someone to talk to. No one else seems to be helping with that."

"Yeah." Sabrina said. "Normally I'd go to mom, but she's got something on her mind. And I think Daphne remembered that she's mad at me or something, and..." She trailed off.

"Yeah, the other person you'd talk to is the reason you need to talk." Jake said. "Listen, can you get the wand out of my coat? I think it's in the third pocket from the top on the inside."

Sabrina went over to Jake's heavily pocketed overcoat, discarded in the July heat of the attic, and started searching the pockets. As she did, a small blue velvet box fell out.

"What's this?" Sabrina asked, leaning down to pick it up.

"No!" Jake said, reaching over, a panicked look on his face.

Too late. Sabrina had opened up the box, revealing a small diamond ring.

"Are you seriously going to ask her?" Sabrina asked excitedly, putting two and two together and coming up with a proposal.

"Maybe..." Jake said, snatching the box away and stuffing it back in his pocket.

Sabrina looked up at him. "You're nervous, aren't you? The great Jacob Grimm, ladie's man extrordinaire, is nervous!"

"Well it's not like I've ever asked anyone to marry me before!" Jake exclaimed.

"But you shouldn't be nervous." Sabrina said.

"Why not?" Jake asked.

"Because she loves you!" Sabrina grinned. "Now let's find you a bed."

"That better be an unconnected statement" Jake said darkly.

"'Course it is." Sabrina replied breezily. "I'm twelve, remember?"

They set about clearing Jake a space to sleep, and after a few minutes Jake added, "Don't tell anyone, OK?"

"Secret's safe with me." Sabrina said. "Now, if it was Daphne..."

"That sister of yours is way too excitable." Jake said. "I love her, but she needs to calm down."

"I think she's trying to make up for the fact that I'm so angry all the time." Sabrina commented thoughtfully, opening up a trunk. "We cover for each other like that."

"I've noticed. You really do watch each other's backs a lot, don't you?" Jake asked.

Sabrina pulled a few things out of the trunk. "We were the only people we could depend on. Plus-"

"Lieblings?" Granny called up the stairs. "Are you up there? It's lunch time."

"Coming, Mom." Jake called down. "Sabrina's with me."

They left everything exactly the way it was and headed downstairs for lunch, and they had reached the kitchen before Sabrina remembered to be nervous.