AN~ I realized midway through this chapter how absolutely Bella Swan in New Moon Sabrina was being, so I stopped it a bit.

Agd: Why was it hard to follow? I'd like to know to fix it for the future.

"We couldn't find them." Charming said bitterly, seated at the head of the council table, as Snow had dubbed it. "Tried everything we could think of, there's even no sign of the Scarlet Hand members! All below ground, is my guess."

"Sounds likely." Snow said. "There could be caves all over this town that we don't know about."

"Did you try the mayor's mansion?" Jake asked, fingering Sabrina's necklace, on loan from Daphne.

"Of course not." Charming said bitterly. "I'm no fool."

"We didn't try to go through Mab's territory, either." Robin said. "It's almost impossible that they'd be able to hide all those people there, but I suppose they could manage it. So there's those two places and any of a theoretical million hidey holes through the whole town. Where do we even start?"

"I, for one, am going to start with the sword." Briar said practically, pulling hers out, and running her finger over the end. "Sabrina discovered a wonderful trick today. Did you know it works as a communication device?"

"I know, it's wonderful." Jake said, perking up a bit. "I want to study it... more... when... we get Sabrina back, of course." He said, seeing the look on Henry's face.

"Everyone." Briar told her sword, and each facet of her jewel lit up a different color. Briar began sifting through them, pulling one to the big facet at the top at a time, dragging them as if the stone were a touch screen phone or computer. "I can't keep track of whose is whose." She explained, not looking up. Most of the images were plain, bedroom scenes, or of the room she was in, but when she got to the green facet, she saw a black ceiling, a piece of a green sweatshirt, and a face she knew well.

"Mab." She whispered, staring at the woman who had cursed her to a hundred year's sleep.

The woman's face twisted, and a hand appeared between it and Briar's image, covering the picture. Briar breathed in a deep, shaky breath, then began shuffling facets again. When she got to the blue jewel's image, there was nothing but blackness.

"Mab has them." Briar said. "Or she was there. They took the swords, they know they're communication devices. Mab saw me."

"They're alive, then?" Snow asked.

Jake nodded. "They'd have to be. Otherwise, the Hand would have left them."

"We need a new name." Robin said. "The Scarlet Hand sounds ominous and professional, 'the Emerald Foot' just sounds goofy."

"Being serious for the moment, what are we going to do about it?" Henry asked.

"Wait." Charming said. "What more can we do?"

Sabrina woke up with a killer headache. She groaned and went to rub her forehead, but found that she couldn't move her hands, and then realized that her entire body ached. Still groggy and unsure where she was, she opened her eyes, preparing to yell at Puck for whatever he'd done to her this time.

But when she saw where she was, she realized that something serious was going on.

For one thing, she was in no place she'd ever seen before: a windowless gray room, dimly lit from an indiscernible source, built of gray stone, with darker gray facets that- confound it all, she couldn't focus on them, because her tunnel vision had come back. But they looked like torture devices and chains, from what she could see without moving.

Second, her arms were suspended above her head, and her feet weren't touching the floor. It was very uncomfortable, and emphasized the fact that her whole body ached.

She worked up the courage and strength to move her head and looked up, getting a proper view of the room for the first time.

There were three other people there, and, when she was able to focus on them, she saw, on the wall with her, Mr. Canis, looking oddly fuzzy, even with her blurred vision, Peter Pan, and Puck. They, too, were attached to the wall by metal bars that hung them by their wrists. They all touched the floor and then some, though, and Sabrina felt a wave of irritation at her height despite the situation.

"Well, good morning, sunshine." Puck's voice wormed its way into her ears and beat itself against her skull. "Did we have a nice beauty rest? Goodness knows you needed it."

Sabrina groaned. "Thanks. I just love it when you compliment me, Puck. You just have this way with words."

"I know." Puck smirked. "It's a gift."

"How long have I been out?" Sabrina asked, not up for a verbal sparring match at the moment.

"Hard to keep track of time down here, but I'd say about five hours, wouldn't you?" Peter asked Mr. Clay.

The old man shook his head, shedding dark brown hairs. "You fell asleep, it's been closer to twelve hours."

"Did everyone get home safely?" Sabrina asked Mr. Clay. "Did it work?"

"Wonderfully, child." Mr. Clay said. "Everyone got back to the fort except you and me."

"What were you thinking, Grimm?" Puck cut in. "He told me what you did, how could you be that stupid?"

"I was thinking that I had to get everyone else home safe!" Sabrina snapped. "It was either me or everyone, and I know my priorities! What would you have done?"

"I don't know what I'd have done, 'cause I wouldn't have been in that situation in the first place!" Puck said, raising his voice. "I can't believe you'd put yourself in that much danger!"

"Well, I'm sorry for caring." Sabrina said. "Maybe if you'd been there, I wouldn't have had to do it by myself."

"Oh, sure, pull that card." Puck sneered. "I'd have loved to be there, but I was kind of in the middle of being kidnapped! Nice to know how much you noticed."

"I looked for you!" Sabrina said. "I figured you were just hiding from Bella, though, and I had my hands full keeping my sister and our best friends from dying!"

"Children!" Mr. Clay interrupted. "Now is not the time. Please, please don't argue."

"Sorry." Sabrina said, not really meaning it. "So anybody try to escape?"

"No, we've just been sitting here waiting for you to get started." Puck rolled his eyes. "Of course we have."

"The wrist-bar things are spelled." Peter explained. "Don't-"

But it was too late. Sabrina was already trying to rewind time. She stopped when her cuffs glowed red, saying, "Ow!"

"They're anti-magic." Mr. Clay said morosely. "Any magic you do- which you shouldnt' be doing anyway, in your state- will set them off. The stronger the spell, the worse the reaction."

"It's why he's still fuzzy." Peter supplied. "Changed halfway before they got him in here."

"So... why am I...?" Sabrina trailed off, unable to finish her train of thought.

"Why are you what, child?" Mr. Clay prompted.

"Vision..." Sabrina said, the words not coming right, "It's... ring, black, seeing... bleah. You know what I mean?"

"I think you should go back to bed, 'cause that made no sense." Puck said.

"Your tunnel vision is back?" Mr. Clay asked, and Sabrina nodded.

"It's been almost always gone except when I'm seeing something." She explained. "Hey, does this thing keep me from having my mental block up?"

"I don't believe so." Mr. Clay said. "Otherwise, you'd be doing magic all the time, yes? I presume it just prevents active magic."

A door creaked open, and they all turned their heads to see who was coming in.

Mab, Mayor Heart, the Sheriff of Nottingham, and Moth walked into the room, sneering at the four others.

"Hello, prisoners." Mayor Heart said, nose in the air.

"Come to gloat?" Mr. Clay asked, his voice emotionless.

"Actually, we've come with an offer for you." Mab said, and she sounded remarkably conversational, as if they were simply sitting in her living room.

"It wasn't our idea, of course." Nottingham cut in, sneering. "If I had my way, you'd all be dead now."

"So what is it?" Peter asked, cutting Nottingham off before he could really get ranting.

"We'd like to offer you a place in the Scarlet Hand." Mab said. "We'd be willing to forgive your past... opinions, were you to take us up on this. Think about it. It's a once in a lifetime offer."

"Never." Sabrina spat.

"Don't decide now." Mab suggested. "Think on it. We'll come back later."

She turned to leave, and the others followed, but Moth paused by Puck, running her hand across his face in an extremely tender gesture before walking to the door.

With her hand on the door, she turned to Sabrina and said, "How does it feel, now the shoe's on the other foot?" She flounced out, slamming the door behind her.

"I'm not doing it." Peter said. "They're just offering me this position 'cause I'm with you. I don't have anything important to give them."

"It's tempting, though." Sabrina said. "Save my family and stuff, you know? But... I could never be on the same side as Moth."

"I know where I stand." Mr. Clay said. "And it's not with them. Your Grandmother has done too much for me."

"Then it's settled." Peter said.

Puck, though, said nothing and wore a thoughtful expression, something very unusual for him.

They were silent for the rest of the time, Sabrina trying to fall asleep despite her aching body, and the others lost in their thoughts. She'd just begun to nod off when the door opened again.

"Well?" Moth asked, walking up to Sabrina. "Have you made your decision?"

"I told your mother already." Sabrina said. "Don't make me repeat it."

Moth smiled a little, and moved on to Mr. Clay. "And you, wolfman?"

"No." Mr. Clay growled.

Moth nodded with a sneer and moved on to Peter. "Don't suppose you'd consider?" She asked him.

"And have to hang out with you?" Peter asked, eyes wide. "I don't think so."

Moth glared at him for a second, then moved to Puck, and her expression softened. She caressed his hair and said, "Well, Puck? Think about it. Freedom from this little town and all your responsibility, the ability to live your life just as you like it, no more helpless children bothering you, my eternal affection..." She batted her eyelashes. "Will you join us?"

Puck looked at Moth, then up at Sabrina, and the look in his eyes made Sabrina's heart stop beating for a minute. It was a look of sorrow, regret, determination, and apology, and when she saw it, she knew his answer before he spoke it:

"Yes."

And Sabrina's heart broke.

Puck had been released from his wrist-bar, and Moth had produced the key to his handcuffs from someplace unknown, and they'd left together, Moth's hand already searching out Puck's.

Neither Mr. Clay nor Peter had said anything since the door had shut behind them, not that Sabrina would have noticed even if they had. She was too lost in this ultimate betrayal, too anguished. It almost hurt physically, that was how bad Puck had wounded her. It was as if he had stabbed her with a blunt, rusty knife and twisted.

After a time, though, the world around her started to peter back in, though they sounded very far away.

"What's wrong with her?" Peter asked, voice hushed.

"Heartbreak." Mr. Clay's voice wormed its way in through her fog.

"But I never thought..." Peter said. "I mean, Sabrina's so strong. I never thought something like this would have so much of an effect."

"It could be the straw that broke the camel's back." Mr. Clay suggested, "One betrayal too many. Or she could care about him more than any of us realized."

I can hear you, you know. Sabrina wanted to say. I'm not deaf.

But it was too much effort to open her mouth... or it was too much effort to keep it closed, and she knew that if she opened it, she'd scream, loudly and horrifically.

It was pain, and it was numbness, all at the same time. She hurt tremendously, but already she could feel nothingness setting in, her body deciding that this was too much to take in, and putting her into a state of shock to protect her.

So she fell asleep, and dreamed herself away from the horror of what Puck had done to her.

"Will she be OK, do you think?" Peter asked, looking at Sabrina with worry in his eyes.

"Oh, I have no doubt she will." Mr. Clay said. "It may take time, though. It's quite a shock. I never thought Puck would join the Hand."

"None of us did." Peter said. "I mean, Sabrina, for one thing, and Moth for another, but... wow. I just can't believe it."

"I suppose this means you're enemies again." Mr. Clay said."

"And there's that, too!" Peter said. "Here I was thinking maybe we could be friends, and then he pulls this! What was he thinking?"

"Perhaps it all got to be too much." Mr. Clay suggested. "And he simply couldn't see another way out."

"None of the rest of us did it." Peter pointed out. "Why did he?"

"I don't pretend to understand." Mr. Clay said sadly.

"Of course you know we won't trust you right away, Puck." Mab said.

Puck nodded. "That'd just be stupid."

"So we're going to devise a series of tests to prove your loyalty." Mab said, then turned to the other Scarlet Hand members in the room. "And until then, I want a guard on him 24/7. Any volunteers?"

"Oh, I'll do it, Mother!" Moth exclaimed, bouncing a bit. "Let me, let me!"

Mab sighed a little. "Of course, Moth. Now please control yourself, you're making a scene."

"Why are you telling me this?" Puck asked. "Shouldn't I be talking to the Master?"

Mab laughed, once and cruelly. "The Master only reveals himself to his most trusted associates. You aren't one of those. He prefers to deal with new recruits through a third party until he knows he can trust them."

"Oh." Puck said, subdued. "That makes sense, I guess."

"Come on, I'll show you around, darling." Moth smiled at him in a way that was probably supposed to be seductive.

"Not everywhere, of course." Mab reminded her daughter sharply.

"Of course not." Moth said. "I'm not an imbecile."

Puck followed Moth out of the huge room, and, as soon as the door shut behind them, rolled his eyes, because a loud babble of indistinguishable words had broken out. They could have just said they wanted to talk about him.

Moth grabbed his hand and tugged him along. "I'll show you to your room. It's right next to mine." She smiled at him.

Puck let himself be pulled along mutely, taking note of everything he passed. Mab's house was beautiful, and enormous.

"Here we are." Moth said, opening a door. "It's one of the guest rooms, but It's right near my bedroom, so we can visit each other if you want."

Puck ignored that, going to sit on the small bed in the plain room. "So do you have any idea what these loyalty tests are going to be like?" He asked.

"Oh, the usual thing." Moth said casually, sitting on the bed next to Puck. "Showing that you put your new allies at a higher priority than your old friends, doing something dangerous for the Master, that sort of stuff."

"Fun..." Puck said. "Not Mustardseed though, right? I won't have to betray my brother or anything?"

"I don't know, but the Master will probably pick the person he thinks you have the strongest tie to." Moth said. "Who isn't in the Scarlet Hand, obviously."

Puck didn't say anything for a while, digesting the information.

"So..." Moth said. "Are you going to tell me why you switched sides?"

"I don't think so." Puck said. "Because you're going to report everything you hear back to your mother, and I don't want that."

"I won't, actually." Moth said, and she leaned in very close to Puck's face. "Because I want you to be accepted as part of the Scarlet Hand as soon as possible. You see, mother won't let us get married until she trusts you. So I am going to make sure she trusts you as soon as possible."

"Listen, Moth, just 'cause I left the Emerald Foot doesn't mean I'm automatically in love with you." Puck pointed out.

"Of course not." Moth said sweetly, standing and walking to the door. "Yet."

She shut the door behind her, and Puck rolled his eyes. Whatever else you could say about Moth, she did know how to make a dramatic exit.