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Jace

Title: Yet Another One Hundred Word Challenge

Summary: 100 Word Challenge! Yeah, another one of those. Just read!!! Pretty please?

Category: Sisters Grimm

Rating: K+

Genre: Family/Humor

Main Character: Sabrina G.

A/N: Here's one of those 100 Word Challenge thingies!!! Enjoy!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Sisters Grimm. Yet.

Chapter 1: Sick

(Sabrina POV. They all will be, unless I say otherwise.)

Granny was sick.

Never a good thing.

The 'Everafter War', as Daphne called it, had ended last week. The Master was finally defeated. We had rescued my baby brother, Basil Grimm Jr., and everything was slowly returning to, well, as normal as it ever gets around here.

Mom and Dad had left the night before to go into the city to have some "Alone Together" Time. They hadn't wanted to leave Basil and the rest of us, but Granny had insisted, and who's going to argue with an old woman?

Jake was out on a date with Briar. Yes, I said Briar. She IS alive, because we brought her to life by- well, heck, just read my books. I'm not going to ruin it for you.

So, in a nutshell, I has home alone with: Puck, Daphne, Red, Elvis, Granny, and two-year-old Basil. I was taking care of Basil, as Mr. Canis wasn't exactly skilled in the childcare department, and Granny was sick in bed.

Teaching Basil was quite a task. Because of his first two years had been spent in the care of lunatics, we were afraid he was going to be scarred for life. But he seemed okay. Pretty smart, too. He spoke in broken, fragmented sentences, although his vocabulary wasn't your standard Mama/Dada thing. He often said things like "Scawlet Hand", "Master", Gwimm", "Destroy!", and "World Domination Plan." But, since he came , he'd learned to say, "Bwinas" (me), 'Daffy", (Daphne), "Ma","Da.", and his name, "Bazzy". We were still working on Red, Granny, Elvis, and Mr. Canis.

So I was feeding Bazzy Cheerios, his favorite food, and trying to teach him a few words, when suddenly Red and Daphne came bounding down the stairs, giggling and grinning widely, and, in Daphne's case, biting their palms.

Uh-oh.

Recently, Daphne and Red had made up their minds to be extremely annoying, going on what the called "Puckabrina Patrol". Yes, Puckabrina. A couple name they thought up for me and- and-

You know who.

They actually think that me and him- that we're- that something-

It's awful. Just plain awful. Ugh.

Daphne was jumping up and down biting her palm. She babbled incoherently.

Red was also excited but not too excited to explain why they were so . . . uh, let's go with excited. "You know Beauty's magic mirror? Not Reggie, the one the Beast gave her to see whatever she wanted? Well guess what we saw!"

They both giggled. I started to panic. "What? What happened!"

"I can't believe you guys kissed!!!" Red burst out, now nearly as hyper as Daphne. "It's SO sweet!!!!"

My face as red as Bazzy's hair (trust me, that's very red), I plopped Basil in his crib, ran over to tell Puck what happened, and we activated our emergency plan.

Dun dun dun.

Ten minutes later, I had Daphne and Red tied crudely into chairs. I tapped my foot impatiently and yelled, "HURRY UP, FREAK BOY!!!!!!!!!"

No reply. I sat down on the couch. That was when Daphne said," Hey, I forgot! I have a magic wand in my pocket!"

Uh-oh.

Again.

"HURRY UP, YOU FREAK!!!!! SHE"S GOT A MAGIC WAND!"

A minute later, Puck arrived with a satchel of forgetful dust that we kept in case the worst ever happened.

Which it had.

"What happened, freak boy? Saw something shiny and got distracted?"

"Shut up, Grimm! Obey your elders!"

"You're not my- well it doesn't count for you!"

"Says who?"

"Says me!"

"You may be older, but my age is three times your I.Q,!"

"It is not!"

"You don't even know what my age divided by three is!"

"Do too!"

"Do no-" I stopped short, seeing that Daphne had a magic wand in her hand.

It was over. I punched Puck in the shoulder and stomped up to my room. Before I knew it, it was morning.

When we refused to get out of bed the next day, Puck and I gave the same explanation as we listened to the family laugh over what Red and Daphne saw downstairs:

"I'm sick!"