AN~ There's a poll on my profile about which powers Sabrina should keep.
StarRoseJr: I actually have no idea what Elvis told Daphne. You can make it up, I guess. :) And thanks for the compliments! Although I think you should look up No Matter What before reviewing for me again.
happyx234: thank you!
V Machine on Paper: How come you're not logged in? I can't reply to you unless you're logged in. And just so you know, I'm not as good a mind reader as you think I am. I'm glad you liked it. What Puckabrina did I put in? I don't really remember... I'm glad you think I'm that good. :) Also, don't worry, it's not the END end, just the end of the chapter.
StarRose: You and your sisters asked me the same question. I give you the same answer I gave her: I have no clue.
CammyCrazyGirl: Do you have an account? If you don't, someone on here has a very similar name to you. I'm glad you think it's realistic and in character! I doubt MB will make her an everafter, though. Also, that scene was meant to be amusing.
Violet Elizabeth Black: I don't think I'll do that. It's an interesting suggestion, and you could make an account and write that story and make it an entry to the Never Gonna Happen Challenge (not hyping myself or anything) and I would read it, but I pretty much have this story planned out, and Puck dying, whether or not he comes back, isn't in the plan. Sorry.
Flashback: "What could go wrong?" Puck asked.
Three weeks later, after Daphne had regained enough control that she could touch things without causing them to sprout leaves and flowers, they found out.
It was time to go to school, and Sabrina still wasn't downstairs. Granny was about to suggest that someone go make sure she was awake when there was a screech from upstairs.
The family ran to the source: behind Sabrina and Daphne's closed and locked door.
"Sabrina?" Daphne asked. "Was that you?"
"Yes." Sabrina's voice, despite coming from through the door, sounded remarkably close- and rather echoey. It was also obvious that she was crying.
"What's wrong, liebling?" Granny asked.
"I- I can't open the door." Sabrina said. "No... that's not right. I can't... touch the door."
"Why not?" Veronica asked. "Is there a spell on it or something? Did it hurt when you tried to touch it?"
"No. That's not it." Sabrina's voice was even more wobbly and frightened. "It's like-"
"Like what, Grimm?" Puck asked, pushing close to the door.
"I tried to touch it." Sabrina said. "I reached it just fine, but when I tried to grab it- I couldn't. I- I went through the handle!"
"What do you mean?" Henry asked, panicking slightly.
"I mean I tried to touch it and my fingers went through it like they weren't even there! Like I'm a ghost or something!" Sabrina screeched.
"That may be more correct than you think." Baba Yaga said.
"What?" Sabrina shrieked. "I'm not dead! I think I'd remember dying!"
"Calm down." Baba Yaga said testily. "Turn around Sabrina, and look at the bed."
"All right." Sabrina said.
There was silence.
"Sabrina?" Bella asked. "Are you looking?"
"Yes." If anything, Sabrina's voice sounded more frightened than before.
"And what do you see?" Red asked.
"Me." Sabrina said after a time. "Lying on the bed. I'm breathing, though."
Baba Yaga laughed maniacally. "Oh, this is rich! This is absolutely, positively, wonderful!"
"What is?" Jake asked, climbing down the stairs from his attic bedroom, having just woken up.
"She's an astral traveler!" Baba Yaga cackled. "Or, I think she is. Sabrina. This is going to sound odd, but I want you to walk through the door. Don't worry about running into it, just go."
"Right." Sabrina said, sounding determined.
A few seconds later, a wavery presence, mostly see-through, but vaguely resembling Sabrina, slid through the door and appeared on the other side.
"Holy-" Daphne exclaimed, leaping back. "How come Sabrina gets all the cool powers?"
"Excuse me?" Sabrina asked, folding her arms. "Who can talk to animals and grow flowers?"
"Well, I can't fly, and I can't walk through walls or leave my body behind or reverse gravity or-"
"I won't be keeping most of those powers, you know." Sabrina said. She might have rolled her eyes, but it was hard to tell. "I get the feeling you'll be keeping all of yours."
"All three of them." Daphne pouted.
"Moving on." Sabrina said, "How do I get back in my body?"
"I... don't actually know." Baba Yaga said.
Everyone glared at her for a minute.
"Well..." Granny spoke into the silence, "It might help if we could get into the room. Jake?"
"On it." Uncle Jake said, as everyone else, even Sabrina, stepped back.
He pulled out a wand, stepped to the door, and jiggled the wand in the keyhole for a few seconds. There was a brief sizzle, a shower of sparks, and then the door creaked open.
"Really need to oil that." Jake muttered, then stepped through.
The rest of the family, including Sabrina's spirit, followed after him. Most of them stopped, looking at Sabrina's body-apparently asleep, then at her spirit, which continued to float forward, stopping next to the bed.
"I wonder..." Baba Yaga said thoughtfully. "Can you use your powers when you aren't in your body?"
Sabrina thought, then tried. After several minutes where nothing much happened, she said, "No."
"Did you try all of them?" Daphne asked. "What about the time thing?"
"I don't like that one." Sabrina said. "It gives me a headache, and sometimes my vision blacks out."
"Suggesting it's related to your prophetic abilities." Baba Yaga said thoughtfully. "I doubt you'll go blind, Sabrina. Try it."
"Right. It works." Sabrina said.
"When did you test it?" Bella asked.
"Between right and it works." Sabrina said.
"She stopped time." Red said helpfully. "We couldn't tell, because we were stopped, too."
"Oh." Bella said, blushing. "Right."
"I wonder why they work and the other ones don't." Veronica mused.
"It might have something to do with the prophetic ability, like Baba Yaga suggested." Jake said. "If she got them at the same time, or as a result..."
"Am I the only one who's lost?" Henry asked.
"No, I am too." Puck assured him.
"Wonderful." Henry said. "I agree with you on something."
"Stop it, Dad." Sabrina said. "If I can get along with Puck, then so can you."
"Can we have an explanation?" Daphne asked.
"I think they think that since Sabrina got these powers after you two had the incident in the cave, that they're tied together somehow." Red supplied.
"Thank you." Bella said. "Whoa- guys, we're going to be late to school!"
"No you won't." Sabrina said. "Since I could still see and all."
"This is going to be remarkably convenient, isn't it?" Puck asked.
"Yes." Daphne said, and her eyes flashed oddly.
"How come you see more than Sabrina does?" Red asked.
"Probably because Sabrina knew how to control her powers already, and Daphne was all new. Sabrina's subconsciously controlling it." Veronica cut in.
"Most of us should go to school now." Granny said. "Jake, Baba Yaga, Sabrina, and I will stay here and try to reunite Sabrina with her body."
"Right." Sabrina said. "I'm rewinding you to five this morning. Get out of here fast, and don't wake anyone up! You don't want to meet yourselves."
The next second, Sabrina, Granny, Baba Yaga, and Uncle Jake were alone in the room.
"Sabrina, before we get to work, let's try something." Baba Yaga said. "I want you to talk to me, but don't move your mouth."
Sabrina, used to Baba Yaga's odd ideas, shrugged and said, "Is it working?" Without opening her mouth.
"I was right!" Baba Yaga exclaimed.
"About what?" Granny asked.
"Listen to her voice." Baba Yaga said. "She's speaking mind-to-mind. I thought so! Sabrina, can you hear me?"
"Umm..." Sabrina said, "Are you thinking at me or something? 'Cause I can't hear it. At all."
"It appears to be one-way, then." Baba Yaga said.
"Right." Uncle Jake said. "That's wonderfully interesting and all, but how do we get her back in her body?"
"That's more important." Sabrina said. "Once we figure that out, then you can test me any way you want, all right?"
"Have you tried simply touching your body?" Granny asked.
"No." Sabrina said, and her spirit- which was getting harder to see the brighter out it got, turned a pinkish color.
"I suggest you try it, then." Baba Yaga said.
Sabrina floated her way over to the bed, seemed to levitate a bit, until she was at a level with the top covers, then hesitated.
"Cool." She grinned. "I can float. But... do I just... touch it, or, like, lie down like I am in my body?"
"The second one, probably." Baba Yaga said. "Just in case."
"Right." Sabrina said, and began to maneuver herself into the same position her body was in, before sinking down into it. However, the situating proved unnecessary, because as soon as she came in contact with herself, she awoke, back in her own body.
"Well, that was simple." Uncle Jake said as Sabrina sat up.
"Are you kidding?" Sabrina asked. "I went to all that trouble for nothing?"
"Well, it looked funny." Uncle Jake grinned at her. "It made my day better. That should count for something."
"We should get to the school, lieblings." Granny interrupted.
"Right." Sabrina said. "Should I rewind us, or should we just be late?"
"Let's be late." Granny said. "You've done enough for one morning. And you said it gives you problems, right?"
"Yup." Sabrina said.
"But you said I could experiment!" Baba Yaga complained.
"Does anyone else think she just sounded like a whiny three-year-old?" Uncle Jake asked.
"Yeah." Sabrina grinned.
That afternoon, Sabrina looked at Wendell and Bella in annoyance.
"They're still not talking to each other?" She asked.
"No." Red said.
"But they're sitting right next to each other!" Daphne wailed. "And they haven't said two words! If I liked someone, I'd talk to them, at least."
"Don't be so sure, Marshmallow." Puck said. "People in love are weird like that. It's a good reason to stay a kid. Don't have to worry about that."
"I still think we need to do something." Daphne muttered. "It's been ages."
"Like what?" Art asked. "We can't make them talk to each other."
"No, but we could... draw them both into conversation, and then leave one by one!" Daphne said, with the air of someone who believes they have come up with a brilliant solution.
"That's..." Art began, "Actually a pretty good idea."
"I think it's awesome." Jonas grinned.
"I'm not getting involved." Sabrina said, putting her hands up and turning away, her head held high.
"Aw, how come?" Daphne whined.
"She thinks we'll do it to her." Red said. "Or something like it."
"I've got better things to do." Puck said, turning and following Sabrina away.
"Well, that answers my question of what to have them talk about, then." Daphne grinned.
"What's that?" Art asked.
"Sabrina and Puck, obviously." Red smiled.
"I was wondering what would interest them both." Daphne smiled. "But everyone loves gossip."
"Smart." Art grinned, holding up his hand for a high-five.
Daphne stretched up her hand to respond, but didn't come anywhere close to reaching his hand, even when she went onto her tiptoes.
"Could you maybe move your hand down?" She asked.
"Right." Art complied, grinning. "Sorry, squirt."
Daphne stuck her tongue out at Art after returning the high five, then turned to the other side of the cafeteria. "Tim!" She called, "Wanna help me with something?"
Art groaned as Tim wheeled over.
"What's up?" Tim asked.
"We're going to get Bella and Wendell at least talking to each other again," Daphne said, "If not actually together, and what we're going to do is involve them both in a conversation about Sabrina and Puck, and then leave one by one until it's just them."
"Sounds good." Tim said, wheeling after the group, who were following Art as he stalked forward angrily and quickly.
"Art!" Daphne called, jogging a little, "Wait up!"
"Why?" Art grumbled. "You're hanging with Tim right now."
"Can't I hang out with both of you?" Daphne asked, exasperated.
"No." Red giggled.
"Why not?" Daphne asked. "I like both of them. Why don't they like each other?"
"I think that's the problem." Red giggled more. "They want you to pick one of them."
"It's not like that!" Art interrupted. "It's just- Tim and I don't get along well."
"Why?" Daphne asked. "You like everyone!"
"Bad history." Art said tightly. "The little faker."
"I heard that!" Tim called.
"Faker?" Daphne asked.
Art nodded tersely. "I swear I saw him up and walking one day, and he's faking needing the chair for attention. I called him out on it, and we haven't gotten along since."
"He didn't admit it, obviously." Red stated. "So, did you see how Sabrina and Puck were looking at each other earlier?"
"Huh?" Daphne said, then blinked, "Oh, right. I know! They were so totally staring at each other!"
"When will they admit they love each other?" Peaseblossom asked. "I've only known Sabrina for a few months, but even I can tell she's perfect for him."
"What do you think, Bella?" Art asked. "You live with them. Anything interesting going on behind closed doors?'
"Please." Bella rolled her eyes as the others sat down at their table. "They're both in so much denial we could bottle it and sell it!"
"Come on." Wendell said, looking at Bella for the first time in ages. "Something had to happen. You and Daphne have to have tried to get them together."
Daphne and Red shared excited looks, then Red turned to Wendell and complained, "What, don't I get credit for helping get them together?"
"No." Wendell grinned. "You're too considerate. They're much more devious."
"Well..." Daphne said, "There was that one time we locked them in the closet together. Remember that?"
Bella grinned. "Of course. Because they got in that huge fight and I felt guilty, so we schemed a way to make them make up!"
"I want details." Jonas leaned forward. "Lots of juicy details."
As Bella explained, the group began to carry out their plan, and eventually, it was simply Bella and Wendell talking to each other, in a way they hadn't in ages, which continued the rest of the day, with all their friends watching excitedly, including Sabrina and Puck.
"I gotta hand it to you, Daph." Sabrina said as they headed for the parking lot. "Your plan's actually sort of working."
"They're not dating yet." Puck disagreed. "I won't consider it a success until they kiss."
"Which went so well last time." Daphne pointed out. "She said sort of."
"Oh!" Sabrina said, raising a hand, "Wait, I think they're going to- nope. Sorry. False alarm." The others groaned as she raised her voice and called, "Bella! I'm flying home! Don't get left behind!"
"Flying?" Bella asked. "It's February!"
"But beautiful!" Sabrina called. "Besides, it's been ages since I went for a good fly. And if I end up carrying anyone, I'll be nice and warm. How are you getting home?"
"I'm not going home!" Bella responded.
"Why?" Puck asked. "Do you like school so much you want to live here, or something?"
"No." Bella rolled her eyes. "I'll be back for dinner, but Wendell's going to help me with music, and since I'm playing the piano it doesn't make sense to go to the study group."
"Well, you're missing out." Sabrina called. "We're going to the Darling's, and Wendy's making cake!"
"Save me some." Bella called.
"Have fun!" Daphne grinned.
Puck and Red faked smooching noises at each other.
"Shut up, guys!" Bella snapped, blushing.
"Yeah, you know it's not like that... yet." Sabrina grinned.
"Sabrina!" Bella gasped. "Do you want me doing that about you and-"
"Right!" Sabrina interrupted. "Sorry. I get it. Could you make it less obvious, though? It's hard not to say anything."
"Sabrina!" Daphne called. "We've got to go! I promised Art I'd be there in like, five minutes. Plus I want cake."
"Right." Sabrina turned, winking at Bella. "Have fun, guys! Keep it rated g!"
She flew off before Bella could complain any more.