AN~ I was rereading this, and I came to the conclusion that, while it needs a serious rewrite, it's a lot better than I thought it would be. I'm proud of it. But it was still better in my head than it is here.

Downstairs in the dining room, almost everyone was ready for lunch. The three girls waited tensely for Sabrina and Uncle Jake, hoping they could put their plan in action. They'd schemed the whole morning, Daphne because she wanted her sister happy again, Bella because she felt extremely guilty for causing the problems between Puck and Sabrina, and Red because it felt nice to be included, plus she wanted Sabrina to like her, too, and this might help with that.

When Sabrina arrived, the girls quickly sat down so that there were only two seats available, each next to Puck. By the time Puck realized what was going on, it was too late for him to move, and Sabrina sat on one side of him, Uncle Jake on the other.

"Grimm." Puck said tensely.

"Fairy boy." Sabrina replied, with absolutely no emotion on her face. The happiness she'd been feeling just minutes ago had completely disappeared.

Daphne, Red, and Bella exchanged pensive looks.

"They're not yelling at each other or calling each other names." Daphne whispered. "That only happens when they're really, really mad. This is going to be harder than we thought."

"We can still do it." Bella whispered back. "We have to."

Granny entered then, carrying a pot of soup and a plate of sandwich materials, and the family began eating with various levels of enthusiasm. Sabrina, everyone noticed, ate even less than usual. She didn't eat much normally, but she always ate something. Today, though, she barely even made a pretense of picking at her food, staring at it morosely, and occasionally making it levitate. Sometimes she looked like she was tempted to smash it into Puck's face.

Puck was almost oblivious to this. He, unlike Sabrina, was shoveling food into his mouth at an even faster rate than he did most of the time. He ate and ate, ignoring everyone and everything but the food, a step backwards from the progress Sabrina and Granny had made in getting him to use utensils. In fact, it seemed like he was eating more disgustingly than ever just to spite Sabrina. He kept eating like that until Sabrina couldn't stand it any longer.

It happened before anyone realized what Sabrina was planning, or could stop her. The pot of soup, which Puck was in the process of dipping his bowl into to refill, suddenly lifted off the table and slammed into Puck's face, drenching him with soup and ending up on his head like a strange hat.

Sabrina stood up while everyone else gaped at her, and she glanced at Puck. "You know how to use a spoon. Use it or eat someplace else."

"I can eat however I want." Puck spat, pulling the pot off his head and dropping it in front of Sabrina, barely missing her toes. "I live here."

"That can change. Easily." Sabrina said, her face like stone.

"Excuse me?" Puck asked, his eyebrows going up.

"You're here by Granny's invitation. I'm here because this is my home. You want to stay here, at least pretend to act like a human being." Sabrina spat. "Because right now your monkeys have better manners than you."

"They're not monkeys, they're chimpanzees, and I have as much right to be here as you, Ms. Maturity."

"Just leave, Puck, all right? I can't stand you right now." Sabrina snapped, turning and walking out of the room.

Puck was left standing in the dining room, dripping soup, with a stunned expression on his face.

"That went well." Jake said. "Got anything else to eat, Mom?"

Sabrina spent the rest of the afternoon with Uncle Jake, and the two of them got a sizeable living space cleared out. Sabrina kept the belts she'd found, storing them under her bed until a use could be found for them. They threw out a buch of crafts and useless things that Uncle Jake and Henry had made when they were kids, and Sabrina came to the conclusion that no one in the history of the family Grimm had ever thrown anything out since they'd moved to the house. They set up a pile of things that needed to be sorted through, deciding that Granny would be needed to finalize the throwing out of most of the things.

Puck hid in his room for most of the afternoon, only exiting to use the bathroom or eat. He spent the time sulking and nursing his injured pride.

Bella, Red, and Daphne planned how exactly they were going to get Sabrina and Puck to forgive each other.

Their opportunity came right after dinner, before the two teens could escape again. Daphne called Puck to the front hallway, telling him she had something to show him. Red pulled Sabrina after her, asking her to look at a drawing. When the two saw each other, it was too late, and Bella had snuck up behind them, shoving them into the coat closet.

"HEY!" Puck shouted. "Let me out!"

"Guys, this isn't funny!" Sabrina called.

The girls giggled a little from the other side, and Daphne called, "You're not getting out until you make up with each other! We'll come back in an hour."

The trio left.

Sabrina sighed and slumped to the floor in the dark. "I hate them sometimes. I really do."

"Seemd like you were pretty buddy-buddy with them to me." Puck muttered, leaning on the furthest wall from Sabrina he could get.

Sabrina sighed again. "Look, Puck." She said. "I know you're mad at me, and I guess I'm sorry for the thing with the soup. But you're acting like a little kid about this!"

"I am a kid, in case you hadn't noticed." Puck said defensively.

"You're the same age as me, phisically, and you're actually what- two thousand?"

"Four." Puck corrected. "Your point being?"

"My point being that I have no clue what I did wrong." Sabrina half-shouted. "I mean, it'd be different if I knew what I did, but you didn't tell me, so I can't fix it until you do that!"

"You seriously don't know?" Puck asked incredulously.

"NO!" Sabrina shouted. "If I did know, I'd try to fix it!"

"You would?" Puck asked, sounding shocked.

Sabrina laughed a little, a confused, shocked sort of laugh. "Yeah I would've. That's what best friends do."

"I thought Bella was your best friend now."Puck muttered, getting surly again.

"No." Sabrina said. "Is that the problem?"

"Yeah!" Puck burst out. "I mean, first you tell me that you don't trust me, when I've saved your butt about a bajillion times, then you turn around and tell me you trust Bella, who's already proved herself untrustworthy!"

"Is that it?" Sabrina laughed a little, sounding relieved.

"What's so funny?" Puck snapped.

"I just thought it would be something worse than that." Sabrina said. "That's not how I meant it."

"Then how did you mean it?" Puck asked.

"Trust isn't a universal thing." Sabrina explained. "I don't trust you to not pull pranks on me when I'm asleep, but I trust you with my life, because you've proven yourself either trustworthy or not on both counts. Same as I trust Daphne, but not to keep a sectet, because she's shown me that she can't. All I trust Bella about is that she was telling me the truth last night, which, if you'd let me explain, I'd have told you."

"Oh." Puck said, sounding a little surprised. "I never thought about it that way. I guess because nobody ever really trusted me. Not even Mustardseed."

"That's sad." Sabrina said.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, then Puck spoke up.

"What made you trust her?" He asked.

"I've got a new power." Sabrina said. "Which I bet means I'm going to be getting another few soon. I can tell when people are lying, and besides that, Bella gave me an added incentive."

"Which is...?" Puck said.

"Classified." Sabrina finished for him. "And about that best friend thing-"

"Hm?"

"You're still it. But I need a girl to talk to once in a while. I mean, there are things neither of us are going to want to discuss, and I'm going to want someone my own age to talk to about it. Bella's not going to take your place."

"I wasn't worried about that." Puck said.

Sabrina snorted. "Right."

And all went back to normal between them.