A/N I'm sorry it's short. The story probably won't be very long either. Sorry. I own nothing but Sabrina.

Ch. 1 Old Friends

"Jim!"

"Sabrina?" A boy with brown hair pulled back in a small ponytail met a girl with waist length brown hair and natural blonde and red highlights. As they embraced each other their clothes billowed around them in the wind. His crystal blue eyes met her hypnotically chocolate brown ones.

"How have you been? When did you get this?" Sabrina lightly fingered the small gold hoop in his ear.

"Eh, not long ago. I'm ok. How about you? Gotten into trouble lately?"

"Meh, you know me."

"Yeah, that's why I'm asking." They both laughed and walked to his mother's inn. "Sabrina?" She looked over and saw the pleading in his eyes.

She rolled her eyes. "Go ahead. But don't get in trouble!"

"Thanks! I promise I'll be back later."

"Yeah yeah yeah." She laughed as Jim got his board and kissed her on the cheek on his way out the door. Please don't get in trouble…

Jim's mother ran the inn in a simple head cap, dress and apron. Though she didn't try, Mrs. Hopkins was one of the most beautiful women Sabrina had ever known. Sabrina watched Mrs. Hopkins glide through the mass of tables with a smile on her face as she served Dr. Doppler his food. Dr. Doppler was of the dog species which was very odd to Sabrina seeing as he was extremely intelligent and had severely lacking social skills. The laughter and chaos in the inn was cut short as the door slammed open revealing two robocops with Jim in their custody. Mrs. Hopkins gasped in shock and dropped her pile of dishes, breaking them in the process. "James Pleiades Hopkins!" Sabrina winced and fled to the kitchen to start cleaning some of the dishes. She could never really handle conflict, especially when it came to Jim and his mother, he wanted so bad to make her happy. But she knew by now that Jim always retreated to the kitchen.

After a few minutes Jim opened the kitchen door and muttered, "Yeah, what future?"

"Jim?..." Sabrina went and took the tray of dishes from him before quickly retreating back to the sink, trying to gauge his emotion, anger? Disappointment? Sadness?

"Sorry…" Jim slumped down and buried his head in his knees.

Sabrina wiped her hands dry then glided to him on bare feet. "Jim. It's alright." She knelt to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Jim buried his face in her shoulder and she held him to her as he let the tears fall virtually silent.

"I'm tired of disappointing her. Not being able to do anything right."

"Jim…oh sweetie. It's alright." Sabrina silently reveled in the fealing of holding him. Of his body forming perfectly to hers.

"Sorry, I've got your shirt all wet." He smiled, but only slightly.

"It's alright. I'll just have to get you back later." Glad that the mood had lightened at least a little, Sabrina moved back to the dishes. "Jim?"

"Yeah?"

"Who do you like?"

"Huh?"

"Who do you have a crush on? What does she look like? You can tell me. I don't know anyone around here but you.

"Eh. No one really."

"Oh." Sabrina stopped doing the dishes and picked up her coat from a nearby chair. "Well, now I have to go."

"Already?"

"Afraid so."

"Alright." Jim sulked over to the back door to let her out. "Bye. See you next time you come."

"Bye…" Sabrina left quietly for her home.

"Sabrina? Is that you dear?" A strong female voice came from the kitchen.

"Yeah Ma."

"How was your day with Jim?"

"Ok…we didn't really do anything."

"I'm sorry darling." Captain Amelia glided into the room, her green eyes shining and her cat ears erect.

"It's alright. I'm just going to go to bed now." Sabrina ran up the stairs and slept soundly.