A/N: What is this? An update! What blasphemy is this? Wow...I don't even know where to begin. I have always stated that I have been a procrastinator at heart, but this is beyond pathetic. I'm really sorry, and insert excuses here, but I need to explain a few things first...

I'm sorry for the long gap. Last year I went through a lot and lost my drive. This includes my other fanfics; Mission: Stay in Ferryport Landing mostly. I will not be continuing any of my previous Sister Grimm works, and as tough as it is to say, I doubt anything will change my mind. I can't thank you guys enough for the support and what-not, but it is just too much. Heck, I don't even know what's making me peruse this fanfiction to be completely honest, but somehow I've managed to see a spark of something that will redeem this utter failure. (Yeah I'm really hard on myself...) But another thing I need to address: THIS FANFIC WAS CREATED BEFORE MIRROR WAS REVEALED AS THE MASTER. So from this point further this story is completely AU. Yadda Yadda I shouldn't have expected anything else, but the fact remains, Mirror plays a big role in this plot. So I don't want to hear any 'But he's the Master...not (insert name here)!' Cause right now, I don't care. Maybe I can manage it in by switching a few things around and what not, but who knows. So for the sake of (what's left of) my sanity, we have not met Pinocchio, Briar Rose is not dead, and Mirror is not the Master. Can we all live with that? Yes? Okay! ...Okay, that's all, you can stop reading this. No I am not stalling. Okay I am. Now let's begin!

Their faces still incredulous, Sabrina winced at both the pain of her body, and the punishment she was bound to receive.

Her voice was weak, and her vision swayed, but with the last of her strength she looked at her family. A weak smile tugged at her numb lips. Sabrina let out a soft, verging hysterical, laugh.

"I think she has a fever."

And with that Sabrina Grimm's world…went black.

Moth-Be-Gone

Chapter 3

The Chapter Henry Doesn't Like

Henry Grimm wore a grim, no pun intended, frown on his face as he watch his family fidget around his daughter and the unfamiliar girl in her bed. He didn't like things like this. He didn't like that his daughters were thrust into the life he had so precisely hid them from. He didn't like how he had no choice in the matter. He didn't like how he had been helpless during the transaction. And he definitely didn't like that the man responsible, the Everafter, responsible, was still unknown and out there.

To put it simply; Henry Grimm did not like much about Ferryport Landing, and he wanted out but it wasn't up to him; and as one would expect, he didn't like that.

Veronica, however, took the opposite approach. Her mother-hen instincts drove in almost instantly, and she took no hesitation before fussing over her fallen daughter; her brother-in-law was fast enough to catch the young girl before any more damage was brought to her, but that didn't stop the young mother's worry.

She, for the life of her, could not sit still. She brought her hands to the young blonde's face, felt for a temperature, then moved across her body inspecting any possible cuts or bruises or, dare she think of it, frostbite.

Her mind was in a frenzy; a big jumbled mess which didn't really help matters at the time, but she was a mother; she couldn't help it.

Jacob Grimm loosened his grip on his niece, as if fearing the young girl to be too fragile and about to shatter in his grasp. He knew better, though, he knew that his niece was stronger than that, but for a brief moment he let the panic sweep through him for once. He didn't like thinking of his Sabrina as weak. No, he shook his head of these thoughts, she wouldn't have either. If anything, he concluded, this act of...well defiance, showed just how strong the young girl was.
A small smile crept to his face, she wasn't weak, just exhausted.

Daphne Grimm, sister of Sabrina Grimm, let herself cling to her friend for support. Red, though perplexed and confused at the scenario, let the braided brunette squeeze her hand almost painfully.

Daphne was scared. Sure she was mad at her sister, and it even crossed her mind to give her another dose of silent treatment, but that thought left her mind the instant she heard that laugh escape from her sister. She was mad at her sister for disobeying Granny, but...she didn't want her sister to die. Though the idea was over-dramatic at the time, it was the only thing the girl could comprehend.

Relda Grimm, however worried for the well being of her granddaughter, focused her entire attention on the unfamiliar, or so she thought body in the room. Her brows scrunched in confusion, as she recalled her granddaughter's last words before collapsing in dire exhaustion. "I think she has a fever."

The fact alone that her granddaughter had ignored her own well-being, focusing instead on the other body, filled Relda with pride, and deep respect for her liebling. She understood that Sabrina was not often prone to doing the right thing, at least the first time 'round, and she also saw the confusion the young girl suffered for the past months regarding her life, but knowing that, Sabrina had thrown away all conflicting thoughts and jeopardized anger from the entire Grimm household to help another...well, it just showed a major leap regarding the angry girl.

After her miniature internal narration, Relda shook herself out of her frozen state, and walked passed her growing granddaughter to inspect the other form.

It didn't take long for realization to register in the old woman's mind. This was unexpected, true, but Granny couldn't help but let the broad smile plaster on her face regarding her granddaughter.
Henry watched his mother's reaction to the other girl with furious curiosity. He didn't like his mother's soft smile while everyone else panicked.

The room's atmosphere took in Henry's mood and dropped considerably, alerting the remaining residents of the new-found tension.

Daphne let out a sharp gasp, being the only one in the room to recognize the Everafter, leaving the remaining three in the dark.

This is where I repeat, 'Henry didn't like that".

"Mother," his voice was crisp and tight, "Who is this?"

Relda looked up to her son, her smile now slipping into a pursed frown.

"This, Henry" she replied calmly pointing to the fairy, "Is Moth. You might remember her, from Faerie."

A/N: Aaaaaaannnd, I leave you with a cliffy. Yeah, I really scammed you on this chapter...man I feel awful. There is no excuse for my utter laziness, but hey, an updates an update. Anonymous reviews welcome. Flames tolerated to a point (cause I deserve them...).