AN~ Briar appears in this chapter. I'm not one of those people who can't accept that she's dead, but since this story is pre7, I figure I'll take advantage of it to bring her back to life. RIP Briar, you live on in fanfiction!

Kawthar: I wrote two in as many days! If I update any faster, I don't get any reviews for one of the chapters!

"So what is your master plan, anyway?" Daphne asked, once she was done laughing.

Sabrina shrugged. "It's not really a master plan. Just some ideas."

"I'm listening." Daphne said, sititng down.

"Well, I was thinking that wer don't need all these people to fight with us. It'd be enough to just have them promise not to join the Scarlet Hand. But they have no reason to do that, so we should probably think of something that would convince them we're the side to fight on."

"Such as...?" Puck raised an eyebrow.

"Well, for the ones we do want to come back with us, we can offer them a way out, and-"

"That gives us the double advantage of an incentive to keep you safe, too." Puck interrupted.

"Which is good." Daphne grinned. "Sabrina's a little accident prone."

"And it might even make the other side think twice before killing her, because she can get them out if they get her on their side." Puck grinned. "I like this plan."

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "I can take care of myself, you know."

"No, you can't." Daphne said. "Neither can I. We might have been able to, but since Dad locked us away from magic, we're seriously behind on the whole training thing."

"Anyway." Sabrina said. "I don't know what the people in Oz might want, but I figured we might be able to figure it out with a little brainstorming. Any ideas?"

Daphne shrugged. "Well, they're missing their 'good' witch, and their wizard. And I know for a fact that Oz wants to go back. Glinda probably does, too."

Sabrina nodded. "That's a really good idea. Nice job."

"Thanks." Daphne smiled. "And the same sort of thing would probably work with Wonderland."

"Neverland, too." Puck said. "The lost boys have been missing their villans."

"How do you know?" Sabrina asked. "I thought you hated them."

"Just their leader." Puck said. "And Hook was gone when I was there, and they missed him then." Puck said. "I assume, since he's still in town, they still miss him."

"Wait a second- you were there?" Daphne asked. "You went to Neverland? When? Why didn't you tell us? What happened? What was it like?"

Sabrina, who'd been watching Puck, saw the look on his face, and put a hand out to stop Daphne.

"That's enough." Sabrina said. "He's got a good reason or he'd have told us."

Daphne stopped and looked closely at Puck. "Sorry. Hey, are you all right?"

Puck nodded tersely. "I'm fine. Let's change the subject."

"Good idea." Sabrina said, licking off her fingers. "But I guess we'll tell everybody else our idea tomorrow. Or when we leave. Whenever."

"Yeah." Daphne agreed.

Silence.

"What do we change the subject to?" Daphne continued.

Sabrina yawned, and Puck supplied the answer.

"Bedtime." He said. "And how it's past yours, Masrhmallow."

"Why do I have to go to med when Sabrina yawns?" Daphne complained.

"You don't." Puck said with a shrug. "You can stay up as late as you want. But Sabrina is going to bed now, and I'm going to my room, now that I've finished hearing your sister's not-so-amazing plan."

"What is this?" Sabrina asked. "First off, how do you know I'm going to bed, and second, what happened? You were being nice, and now-"

"I can only be so nice." Puck said. "I mean, I'm trying, but once I reach the niceness quota, that's it. And you're predictable. You yawn, you sleep. I prank you, you lose your temper. It's the facts of life."

"He's right." Daphne said. "You are predictable."

Sabrina made a face. "I am not."

"Yes you are." Puck said. "Ask anybody, they'll say the same thing."

"I disagree." Sabrina said. "And I will prove you wrong."

"I knew she was going to say that." Daphne told Puck.

"So did I." Puck agreed. "'Night, Marshmallow, Grimm."

"Goodnight, Puck, goodnight, Sabrina. I love you." Daphne said, hugging them both."

Sabrina hugged Daphne back.

"Goodnight, both of you. Love you too, Daphne." She said, heading for the stairs. "And we'll see about the predictability tomorrow."

"What?" Puck asked." Don't I get a hug?"

Sabrina leaned over the dorway, smirking back at Puck. "Sorry, jerks don't get hugs."

The next morning, Sabrina woke up to a banging directly over her head.

"Whadaheck?" She muttered, throwing back the covers.

She clambered out of bed and poked her head into the hall, careful not to disturb the still-sleeping Daphne. Across the hall, Bella was doing the same thing.

"What's that?" Bella asked.

Sabrina shrugged and jerked her head toward the open staircase to the attic. "Dunno." She said. "But we can find out."

The two walked to the end of the hall and up the staircase, joining Red on their search for the source of the banging. Once they were in the attic, Sabrina led the way toward Uncle Jake's corner, where the noise was coming from. As she'd suspected, the noise originated from a hammer. However, Uncle Jake was not holding it. He was holding a board on the ceiling.

Hammering that board into the ceiling post was Briar.

Sabrina blinked several times. "Hey!" She said. "You're here early!"

Brair turned, putting the hammer down with a smile. "I know, but it's my day off, and I met your uncle at the hardware store, and once he told me what he was doing, I offered to help."

"What were you doing at the hardware store at six in the mornig?" Bella asked skeptically.

"One of our coffee makers is malfunctioning. Buzzflower thinks she can fix it herself, so she sent me for the part. We needed it fixed in time to take care of our customers, so..."

"Briar?" Jake asked. "Can you finish nailing this in? My arms are getting tired."

"Oh!" Briar said. "Right!" She picked up the hammer, wrapping a hand around Jake's arm. "But you're big and strong enough to hold that up, aren't you?"

Sabrina passed a hand over her eyes. "Oh, please. Come on, guys, let's go downstairs before they get too romantic."

She turned around and saw that Red was already heading down the stairs.

She grinned. "Got the right idea, eh, Red?"

Red turned and smiled, then headed down the stairs, Bella following. Sabrina was about to join them, when she remembered her conversation from the night before.

"Oh!" She said. "I almost forgot! Briar, Uncle Jake, do you two think I'm predictable?"

Jake looked at her sheepishly. "Yeah."

Sabrina made a face. "Briar?"

"Pretty much, Sabrina. Sorry."

Sabrina sighed and headed down the stairs. Two points for Puck and Daphne.

Puck was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. "Well?"

"Well what?" Sabrina asked.

"What's the noise?" Puck clarified.

"Briar's helping Uncle Jake redo the attic so that he can live there."

"Live there?" Puck raised his eyebrows. "Do you guys have an extra bathroom and a kitchen, too?"

"Shut up." Sabrina muttered, walking past him down the hall.

Puck just grinned and followed her. "You're in a wonderful mood. They agree with me about your predictablility?"

"Yes." Sabrina muttered.

Puck grinned. "That's four of us that say you are, and you that say you aren't. Nice nightgown, by the way."

Sabrina looked down at her nightgown. It was a frilly thing that she only wore when all her other pajamas were unavaiable, long, white, and victorian-era looking. She decided that she'd make a concious effort to be inpredictable and do the exact oppsoite of what Puck would espect.

"Oh, I know, right?" She giggled. "Isn't it so classic? I just love it!"

Puck's jaw dropped. "What was that?"

Sabrina smirked. "Not so predictable, now, eh, snotbrain?"

Puck growled at her, running to catch up as she turned into her room. He caught the door as she shut it.

"That was not cool." He glared.

Sabrina smiled serenely. "Hey, you're the one who said I should be less predictlable."

"No, I said you are predictable." Puck said. "I didn't say you should stop! I like that you're predictable. It makes it easy to know what you'll do next."

"Well, I want to be unpredictlable." Sabrina said. "And if this poll we're conducting says I am, then I'm going to fix that. Now let me get changed out of this disgusting nightgown."

Puck grinned. "That's more like it. See you downstairs."

"Maybe not." Sabrina said, closing her door. "I might pack first."

Inside her bedroom, Daphne was still asleep, even through the constant banging of the hammer. Sabrina shook her head, smiling dryly. Daphne wasn't exactly the queen of spontaneity herself.

She quickly changed from her nightgown into shorts and a t-shirt, then set about packing for a two-week stay in New York.

Once she'd gotten together the necessary amount of day clothes, she realized that she had no bag, no pajamas, not enough underwear, and no toilettries. She was muttering to herself as she made a list of what she needed when Daphne woke up.

"What's 'toilettries'?" Daphne asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Bathroom stuff." Sabrina muttered absently. "Good morning, by the way."

"Morning." Daphne said, rubbing her eyes. "Two questions: what's that noise, and what's for breakfast?"

"Briar and Uncle Jake are redoing the attic, and I have no idea." Sabrina answered. "I haven't been downstairs yet."

"But it's-" Daphne looked at the clock, "-almost ten! How have you not been downstairs yet?"

"I woke up, went to see what Uncle Jake was doing, came back here, got changed, and packed." Sabrina said. "That's how. I was about to go down when you woke up. I need to find an extra toothbrush."

"Sure." Daphne said, getting out of bed. "I need to eat breakfast."

"I'll go downstairs with you." Sabrina stood up, grabbing her list off the desk.

The two girls went downstairs and entered the kitchen. Daphne immediately sat down at the kitchen table, but Sabrina headed for the breadbox and pulled out a slice of bread, then popped it in the toaster.

"Morning, lieblings." Granny said. "You're up late."

"Actually, I've been up." Sabrina said. "Uncle Jake's pounding is pretty hard to sleep through."

"I slept through it." Daphne said. "But I had dreams with elephants in them. Good morning, everybody."

Henry smiled at her, then looked back at his newspaper, Veronica nodded absently, then returned to staring out the window, and Puck grinned at Daphne through a mouthful of yesterday's pancakes, which Daphne immediately grabbed a stack of. Sabrina's toast popped up, and she grabbed it, bouncing it between her hands to the butter and jelly, then placing it on the counter to grab a knife.

"Does anybody know where I can find a duffel bag?" She asked, buttering her toast.

"Hall closet." Granny said. "Top shelf, on the left."

"Thanks." Sabrina said. "And there's clean laundry in the dryer, and I'll get my toiletries after I take a shower an brush my-"

"Uh, Grimm?" Puck asked. "Do we care?"

Sabrina finished with the butter, wiped her knife off, and began spreading jelly on top of it on her toast. "No. I'm thinking out loud. It helps me plan."

"Well, at least you know how to make your miniscule brain work." Puck said.

Sabrina began to snap back at him, then shoved her toast in her mouth before she could say something she'd regret.

Once she was done chewing, she swallowed and said, "Do you guys think I'm predictable?"

Veronica nodded again without looking up. Puck and Daphne smirked. Henry shook his head. Sabrina smirked in return as her sister's face fell. The three kids turned to Granny expectantly.

"No." Granny said. "You change to quickly for me to predict how you will act."

Sabrina shoved her toast in her mouth again to keep from gloating too much. Once it was finished, she washed the jelly off her hands and headed for the hall closet to find a bag.

She opened the closet door and sighed. The closet was a huge mess. She pulled a box out, clambered on top of it, and started rooting around for a bag. She finally found them, stuffed in the very back of the top shelf, with a ton of things on top of them. She tugged on the first one she saw, pulling until it came out, bringing most of the contents of the top shelf down with it, all of them on top of her.

By the time she'd pulled herself out from under the immense pile of junk, a crowd of people had formed around her. Puck came up and helped pull the rest of the stuff out from on top of her, laughing as he did so.

"Nice job." He snickered.

"Oh, shut up." Sabrina returned., taking his offered hand to pull herself up.

"When you clean that up, liebling," Granny said, "leave out a bag for your father and sister, that way we won't have that happen again."

Sabrina made a face. "What is this? Nobody even asked me if I was all right. It's just, 'clean up your mess, Sabrina'!"

"Are you OK?" Red asked sweetly.

Sabrina smiled. "Thank you, yes I am."

"See?" Bella asked. "That's why we didn't ask. You are."

"But some concern would be nice." Sabrina muttered, sorting three duffel bags out of the mess on the hall floor.

"I knew you'd say that." Puck grinned.

"Wonderful." Sabrina said. "Anyone else think I'm predictable, while you're all here?"

Bella and Red raised their hands. Daphne grinned and mouthed, 'we win.' at her. Sabrina rolled her eyes and set about picking up stuff on the floor. Puck leaned down and helped her as the family petered back to wherever they'd been beforehand. The two spent the next several minutes cleaning up, and the top shelf looked marginally better once they were done.

"Thanks." Sabrina smiled at Puck.

"No problem." Puck said. "I'm just glad the Old Lady doesn't want me to pack anything."

"Aren't you going to?" Sabrina asked.

Puck shook his head. "I'll just put something relatively clean on before we leave."

"Good idea." Sabrina said. "And speaking of clean, I'm going to go take a shower."

"You do that." Puck said, backing away. "I'll go... avoid cleanlieness..."

Sabrina rolled her eyes, grabbed her favored bag, dragged it upstairs, deposited it in her room, and then took her shower. Afterwards, she grabbed shampoo, conditioner, a towel, her toothbrush, an unopened bar of soap, and a hairbrush from the bathroom and brought it upstairs to her room, where she finished packing.

"You done yet?" Daphne asked, coming into the room with a sandwich in each hand.

"Yup." Sabrina said. "Why?"

"Because it's one-thirty, and I made you a sandwich."

"Thanks!" Sabrina said, grabbing the sandwich.

She big into it and smiled. "Mmm. 'Sgood."

"I made your favorite kind." Daphne smiled.

"Thanks." Sabrina grinned through her sandwich. "is this your way of saying you forgive me for real?"

Daphne nodded. "Food is my love language."

Sabrina grinned. "I noticed. I'm glad you're not mad at me anymore."

Daphne shrugged. "Well, you've been good. But I'm still watching you."

"I'll try and still be good." Sabrina said. "Hey, have you noticed that mom's been awfully distracted since she woke up?"

Daphne thought for a second. "Now that you mention it, yeah. I wonder why."

Sabrina shrugged. "We can try and find out when we get back."

"Why not now?" Daphne asked.

"Because we'll have more time when we get back." Sabrina explained. "I mean, we can start now, but we're leaving tomorrow morning, so I figure..."

Daphne nodded. "That makes sense. All right. Once we get back."