AN~ This AN is unfairly long, and I wouldn't blame you in the least for skipping it, unless you're an anonymous reviewer looking for a reply, or complaining 'cause I should have given you an extra-long chapter. I tried, but you only got 200 extra words, sorry.

The Winner of Last QotD: Archer Princess for Sabrina or Daphne/Oog. Because Daphne/Oog. Because yes. XD Step up and claim your prize! Though all of you thought up some pretty awesome things, even if some of them scared me.

New QotD: Think up a NEW prank for Puck to play on Sabrina. None of the shrinking her clothes or dying her hair stuff we normally get, I want something ORIGINAL.

Agd: Abbey Grimm Dawn? (I totally cheated and searched you, but am I right?) I never thought Mustardseed was SMARTER than Puck, just more studious/knowledgeable. I've seen a DaphnexPuck story, and I think they'd get along great, but I'm pretty sure Sabrina needs someone like Puck more than Daphne does. Daphne needs someone kind of like Red, but male, or someone like Sabrina but less angry.

() with Sabrina's birthday: It was an accident, but I'm glad you're happy.

egypt: You didn't respond to the chapter, so you're not eligible for the competition, sorry.

penguinsinthedesert: I'll try to hurry, but there's a good bit left to go. I don't really know any good HP fanfics, 'cause I don't want to sort through the icky ones to get there. Puck didn't want to share what he gave up, so we're not going to pry.

Velika Silvertongue: And this time you didn't respond to the chapter. :) Next time.

Delaney: 23: That was a bit of a run-on sentence, and I think it might have been nice if you realized that the chapter you were reviewing was about three years old before giving me advice, much as I like critiques. I have reasons for everything I did in this fic, and the perceived OOC-ness you mentioned is included in that. For one thing, don't you think that if Red's been living with the Grimms for three months, she'll have started to talk a bit, and if Sabrina's family is all together and getting along, she won't have as much to worry about, so don't you think she'll be happier? Also, I do mention Elvis. Which, if you get this far, you'll know. So maybe next time make sure you've got all the information before you go giving me advice? 42: Also, I've been told about fifty times that the Janus chapter is confusing, I'm going to give it a complete rewrite eventually, but I want to get the rest of the story finished before I give the old stuff a makeover. 105: I try to update on Fridays usually. I'm glad you like the newer stuff. :) Do you have an account?

() of Chapter 76 when you get here: Yes. I know. I will go back and change it to Emerald Foot. I've been told several times. I'm sorry you've been staying up late to read this, but I don't really think that's my fault (also, it's not good for anyone, really, age doesn't matter XD). I'm working on finishing, but I have a life, too, and it's kind of really hectic right now and this is long. If you want me to rush to the end, I'm sorry, but I also like to have quality work. Sorry if I came across as rude, but then again, so did your review. Thanks anyway.

Kathie: ^.^ Thank you! I'm not sharing the treasures because a) I'm lazy and b) I'm already baring a lot of these people's souls to you all, they can keep that bit private. QotD: Whoa. Both of those are weird.

PenguinLoverGurl: Thanks! And nope, that's personal information that they asked me not to share. Also, no. Sabrina just likes Puck. Marcus and she are just friends. Marcus likes Annie, who likes Marcus, and Bella likes Marcus and Wendell, who likes just Bella. You were right with Daphne. But Mustardseed and Renee like each other now and are an item. That was a LOT of QotD things... Some of them frightened me.

Christine daa: Thanks for the review! Actually, I've seen a few DaphnexRed fics. I just don't think either of them likes girls like that.

silverwombat: Building character for our characters... XD Thank you! DaphnexCanis? Really? Euugh...

"Puck." Sabrina said, turning to him once the door to the next room closed.

He looked over at her, and blinked. The look in her eyes was nothing he'd ever seen before.

"Wassup?" He asked nervously.

"Oh, nothing much..." Sabrina said, walking closer. "But, since we're the first two in here, I thought I'd take this second to tell you something." She shut the door as she passed it, walking towards Puck with her hips swaying in that way she'd do sometimes, when she remembered.

"Oh?" He gulped, pulse rate rising. He stood his ground, though. He wasn't backing away from Sabrina.

She stopped toe to toe with him and leaned in very close, her breath (it smelled like blueberry yogurt) warm on his face as she whispered, "I love you."

Puck just stared.

Sabrina sighed and stood on tiptoe, leaning in even closer to him, her chest pressed against his, and pulled his face down so their lips met.

It was like the first time, only better, because now she was kissing him, and he didn't have to worry about doing it right, or making her enjoy it, and there wasn't anybody watching, or coming to interrupt, and the fireworks were still there. Her lips were soft against his, and they tasted like bubblegum. He pressed his face harder against hers, shoving their lips together, and she smiled against his mouth.

Her hand grabbed his and pulled it down her back, down down- He stopped, pulling away and gasping.

"No." He panted, breathing heavily. "No. You're not real. This isn't- Sabrina wouldn't-"

"What are you talking about, nerfknees?" Sabrina said, brow furrowing, a slight smile on her face. "Of course I'm real."

"Then why are you doing this?" Puck asked. "You've never acted like this before. Never eve hinted-"

"That I liked you?" Sabrina snorted. "Of course I have. You're just oblivious. And I knew you felt the same way, and I was tired of waiting for you to make a move. Plus, I mean, we could die, you know? So why not now?" She stepped forward again, wrapping her arms around him. "So shut up and kiss me, dumbell."

"No." Puck said. "No. This is the next room. It has to be. First fears, then some tests, then our treasures, now what we want most. You're what I want most, so it makes sense. But it can't be-"

Sabrina interrupted him by pressing her lips against his, ending his train of thought abruptly. How did she know how to kiss like that?

For a few seconds he kissed her back, before breaking away again. "Stop it." He said. "I need to think."

"You think too much." Sabrina muttered into his chest. Then she looked up at him. "Do I make it hard for you to think?"

He made the mistake of looking down at her. The delight in her face was so absolutely adorable that he had to nod, and then she grinned, pressing her lips against his neck. He shuddered, almost forgetting why he didn't want her to do that.

"Does that make it hard for you to think, too?" She asked, kissing higher, on his jawline.

He nodded, his breaths getting shallow and his arms wrapping back around Sabrina He tilted his head down, and his lips found hers.

"See?" Sabrina muttered, breaking for air. "Isn't this better than thinking?"

For a second, Puck remembered that he had something he was supposed to be doing, but there in front of him was a beautiful Sabrina, ready and waiting to be kissed for as long as it took before there was an interruption, and he forgot, nodding in agreement with whatever she'd said.

Bella was met with her parents when she entered the room.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded, staring.

"We've come to take you away." Her mother said, opening her arms. "We've had enough of this war, the both of us, and we're leaving. We'd like to take you with us, to someplace normal, where we can start a new life, with no monsters or wars."

Bella was sorely tempted, but she held back cautiously.

"Please?" Her father asked, half begging. "I know we've been horrible parents, Bella, but I'd like to try again, if you'll let me. I know I can do better, if you give me a chance. I can be the father you deserve."

"But..." Bella trailed off. "What about my friends?"

"I know, sweetheart." Bella's mother said, twitching her hands in a 'come here and let me hug you' gesture. "But it's just too dangerous. I'm sure you can keep in touch with them all. We'll even buy you a cell phone. And, after they settle things here, you can always come back to visit."

Bella hesitated for three more seconds before giving in and running to her mother's open arms.

Daphne saw a battle. The last door led outside, and the Scarlet Hand and the Emerald Foot were fighting in the starlight outside. She didn't know why or where they'd come from, but she didn't care. This was just too much. So she screamed, and the plants cried with her, exploding out of the ground and growing over everyone, not suffocating them, but holding them still, stuck in place.

She walked among them, shaking her head. This war was so stupid. If only she could make them understand...

Maybe she could.

She spent the next who knows how long going around, talking to people. She didn't remember what she said, but she knew they listened. Today she had some beautiful power to make people hear her and understand, and she was making headway. The Everafters were listening, and she was making peace. She was doing it all by herself, without her parents or Sabrina or Granny or Puck or Art or Tim or anyone to save her.

It was dark by the time everyone had agreed to stop fighting, and she'd convinced the plants to let them go. And she watched them talking to each other like they'd been friends forever, a huge sense of peace in her heart.

Her family came up to her after a few minutes, and hugged her, all of them at once.

"You're a hero, Daphne." Veronica said, smiling.

"I'm so proud of you." Henry said. "Now that it's peaceful here, we can talk about whether or not we stay permanently."

But it was Sabrina's response that really made Daphne's day: she came face to face with her and said, "Well, I guess you don't need me to take care of you after all."

Red found herself in a room full of small animals, puppies and kittens and rabbits and lizards and birds and more, all running around and playing with each other, and she gasped, eyes widening.

She ran from pen to pen, looking at all the animals, torn between which to spend time with first, and at each cage she saw a sign that said Free to good home.

She whimpered with joy, a smile growing on her face as a puppy came up and licked her hand.

Marcus gasped, staring at the vast trove of magic on the other side of he door. It was even greater than what had been in the Grimms' trove before they'd spread it out, three times the size of what was left in the room that used to be Puck's, where he and his family and friends were living. He couldn't believe the Scarlet Hand just left this stuff sitting here!

And if he took some, would it be such a problem? After all, if he had it, then they couldn't use it against them.

Renee gasped as the door shut and the lights came on, revealing huge piles of treasures. She grinned, running to it- this must be where they stored things they stole. And if they stole it in the first place, it wasn't really so bad if she took some back, was it?

Jonas blinked, seeing a weapons room through the door. "I guess that makes sense." He muttered. "They store swords in the weapons room."

Sabrina nodded and called, "All right everyone, spread out and look for a sword with a blue or a green stone on the end, or a wooden sword!"

Jonas nodded and headed off to a dark corner. While he was rummaging around, he found a suit of armor with some interesting designs on it. Above it was a sign that read Invincibility Armor- While worn, the bearer cannot be harmed. Jonas gasped and touched it, feeling the tingle of magic. He pulled it off the rack, surprised at the lightness.

He couldn't resist, and he pulled it on, grinning. Finally, he was safe. Nobody could ever harm him again.

Will waked into the room and saw a car.

Not just any car, though. A bright green two-door convertible sports car with black striping, its paint gleaming. It was the car he had wanted since he knew what cars were, sleek and shining and feral, the kind of car that would explode with power the second the gas pedal was pressed.

He walked around it, not believing his eyes. The car. He touched it gingerly. It was real. He opened the door. Inside, on the driver's seat, was a set of keys, shining as brightly as the car itself.

He slipped inside, clicking the keys together as he sat down. He slid them into the ignition and turned them, grinning as the car started with a roar. He pulled it into gear, and he was off, in heaven.

Wendell stepped out onto a stage, and the others slipped around him, to the floor of the house. As soon as the others left the stage, a spotlight switched on a few feet away to a pedestal where the most beautiful harmonica Wendell had ever seen stood.

He stepped forward to the pedestal and picked up the harmonica. He put it to his lips and blew tentatively. It sounded gorgeous, echoing in the vast space. He began playing a song, and as he played, he was joined by other instruments from an unknown source.

But at one point they all fell away, and he was playing alone, and it was beautiful. He knew it was as he played, and as he finished, panting a little.

The room exploded into applause, and he saw the silhouettes of people rising, giving him a standing ovation, and heard the chant 'en-core! En-core! En-core!'

He grinned and put the harmonica back to his lips.

Peaseblossom saw her husband (well, ex-husband, really) inside the room.

"What are you doing here?" She asked. "This is another joke, isn't it? Another trick? Like the first room? Get out of here! Go! I don't want this!"

"No, sweetheart." He said, stepping forward a little. "I'm here for you. For real. What you said... It really got to me, and I want to be here for you. For our baby, if you decide to have it."

Peaseblossom sobbed, stepping away from him. "No, I don't believe you. Why would you?"

"Because I love you, Pease." He said. "And when you left, I realized that. You're more important to me than anything in the world, and I want to make you happy, no matter what."

"Even if it means leaving the Scarlet Hand and your family and everything?" Peaseblossom whispered, looking up at him, allowing a little hope to sneak into her voice.

"Even then." He said, and they embraced.

Art's room was full of medicines. A whole wall of them, all over everything, with neat little labels over them all. He and the others wandered around for a good bit, staring at them all, waiting for the test. Maybe there wasn't one? Maybe this was just the first of the storage rooms?

He was drawn out of his thoughts by Daphne calling "Art? I think I found something you might want."

He headed over to where Daphne stood and saw a small jar labeled 'Muscle Regeneration', and reached out to touch it.

"I thought... your..." Daphne reached out and ran a hand over Art's misshapen torso, from the huge bulging muscles on the one side to the shriveled other side. "I mean, I'm fine if you want to stay this way, but... I thought you might want to be back to the way you were, you know?"

Art nodded, popped the cork off the bottle, and downed it, feeling the tingle as his chest reshaped itself. He was whole again.

Mustardseed saw peace. In the next room was a land where people were getting along properly, not arguing with each other, even though they were different species, and it was big, beautiful and green.

"Welcome." A man said to him, smiling. "We've been waiting for you."

"Me?" Mustardseed said, looking around at his companions to make sure the man was talking to him. "Why?"

The man smiled. "We have everything we need here, except a leader. You're the one for the job. I can tell."

"But everything's perfect here." Mustardseed protested, gesturing around at the village and fields. "Why should you need a leader?"

"To make sure things stay this way." The man said. "Now come, we have room set up for you and your friends already."

Mustardseed didn't even hesitate, didn't question, just stepped forward into the new land, the one waiting for him.

Annie didn't pay attention to what else was in the room, or what anyone other than she did, because right in front of her was the most beautiful black acoustic guitar she'd ever seen, with mother of pearl swirls and designs running down the sides, all of it shining in front of her. She couldn't resist picking it up and playing a chord with the pick she found next to it. She grinned. Then sat down to play more. After all, the others would get her when it was time to go, right?

"Sabrina?" Veronica's voice came, and Sabrina, who had been engulfed in blackness, moaned a bit.

"I think she's coming to!" A voice said. It sounded like Puck.

Sabrina opened her eyes and found herself in a hospital bed. "What happened?" She asked. "Where am I?"

"You're in the hospital, sweetie." Veronica said. "You've been here for a few weeks. Don't you remember?"

"Remember what?" Sabrina said. "Last thing I remember I was in the Fay stronghold, looking for my sword..."

"What are you talking about?" Veronica asked, looking bewildered. "Fay? Sword? What does a ten-year-old need with a sword?"

"Ten?" Sabrina asked. "But I'm... I'm fourteen."

"You must have had quite a hallucination while you were out." Veronica said, smiling a bit, sadly. "The doctors said that might happen, what with all your brain activity while you were out."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Sabrina protested.

"You were in an accident, sweetie." Veronica said. "You hit your head, and you've been in a coma."

"But it seemed so..." Sabrina rubbed her head. "What about Puck? And Granny? And Uncle Jake? Are you telling me I made all that up?"

Veronica nodded sadly. "I'm afraid you must have, sweetie. You don't have an uncle, and your grandmothers are both dead."

"Are you all right?" The almost-Puck voice said, and Sabrina looked up. "I was worried about you."

She gasped, staring. "But... you were there. You're Puck."

"I'm Rob." The boy said. "From your class? We talked a couple times, remember? I was there when you were in the accident."

"I don't believe this." Sabrina said, shaking her head. "I was in that room, with the tests. This must just be another one. Another thing to stop me. Because it would be so easy, wouldn't it?" She laughed a little. "If it was all a dream?"

Because she saw it. She saw it all, what it would be like if she stayed put: she'd go to school and be normal, and make friends with the boy who saved her. They'd grow up together as friends, and eventually, when she was fourteen here, or maybe older, she and this cleaner, nicer Puck would decide that they loved each other, and she would be normal and safe for her whole life. Just like she'd wanted.

And it was tempting. But there'd be no Granny, and none of her other friends, all the wonderful friends she'd made in Ferryport Landing.

"Of course this is real, sweetheart." Veronica said. "Why wouldn't it be?"

Sabrina shook her head. "No. I can't live this."

"But Sabrina-" The not-Puck protested.

Sabrina laughed. "No! You're not Puck. Puck isn't this nice. And I don't think I'd like him if he was, even if I thought I wanted it."

"Sabrina-"

There was a beeping, and she stood up.

"Sabrina, you aren't supposed to stand yet, it's not safe!"

A few doctors rushed in, one holding a needle.

She stared at them defiantly, walking forward as if they weren't there. "And are you here if I don't believe in you? I bet you aren't. I bet I can just walk right through you."

"She's having a breakdown, miss, this often happens when they first wake up." One of the doctors reassured Veronica.

"Go ahead." Sabrina said. "Stick me." I'm going to look really stupid if this is actually real. She thought to herself. "It won't work."

The needle entered her skin, and she felt the prick, and she saw everything moving around her, then going black, but she was still conscious, and she knew she was. She walked through the soundless black in a straight line, heading for the door she knew was there. She felt the ghost of it as she went, though she also half-felt something else, but she ignored that and turned the handle, wrenching the door open. As she did so, she was doused with light.