Hey guys, I'm not sure if this is going to go any were. It'll depend on how much feed back I get. Just a simple 'I like it keep going' will do good if nothing else I'm easily pleased! Also I suck and writing accsents, so just kinda pretend that Sabrina has a British accsent. I'll slip in some British slang everyonce in a while, when it tickles my funny bone, but other then that...um...yeah. Have fun! 3

"Hey, did you guys hear?" Tyler asking after he and his brothers did their special 'handshake' and nodding to Sarah and Kate.

"Hear what?" Caleb asked his arm carelessly draped around Sarah's shoulders as he waited for the youngest brother to answer.

"Nicky's is closing down for like a month." Tyler said everyone's brow rose as they looked at him.

"Nah, man quit playing." Pouge said shaking his head looking at Caleb.

"I'm not, I guess Nicky's brother died and now he has to go to the funeral."

"Well hell…" Pouge said running a hand threw his slightly long hair, looking down as his girlfriend who leaned against him more.

"How do you know this baby-boy?" Reid asked looking at Tyler.

Tyler looked at the older boy who was looking at him, his arms crossed over his chest waiting for an answer. "Because this morning on my way here, I drove passed there and saw Nicky shoving some things into a taxi. I pulled over and asked him what was going on, and he asked me to spread the word about him closing down for about a month." Tyler sighed shoving his hands deep into his pockets. "He muttered something about London." Tyler looked up from his shoes to his friends. They all gave each other sad looks.

LONDON, ENGLAND

Sabrina stood in front of a pair of large windows, her grey eyes scanned over the large sea of black down below. It moved like the huge mass that it was, made up of fake people with fake smiles and fake words. Sabrina bitterly tore her eyes away, closing them tight wishing the annoyance away, but she knew that it wouldn't, not for at least another hour or so. There was a knock at the door, a secret knock on a secret door. Two knocks slow and steady, a pause, two more knocks slightly faster another pause, then three rapid knocks.

The person didn't wait for Sabrina's response, they quickly opened the secret door swirled in and closed the door before Sabrina could blink. Her best friend and self-proclaimed sister stood there, a slow smile spread over familiar lips, as the familiar grey eyes held a small sparkle. They were familiar because the face was her own face; her best friend had been down stairs macerating as Sabrina. "It worked like a charm, pun of course not intended; no one thought anything of it."

"Of course they didn't," Sabrina muttered bitterly as she turned back to the window at the people covered, much like her friend, all in black. Most the woman wore black hats of some sort.

"Two things, one; your Uncle Nicky is down there," Brook said walking next to Sabrina running her hands threw her beautifully dark hair and shaking it loose of the high ponytail she had it in. Brook was back to looking like Brook, mocha colored skin, deep brown eyes, a model's body and beautiful long dark hair. She was a few inches shorter then Sabrina's 5'7" frame, but with her two inch heels Brook was about the same height. "I didn't talk to him; I thought you should really do that." Sabrina nodded moving away from the window to her vanity. There was a reason Brook was her self-proclaimed sister, she understood Sabrina better then Sabrina understood herself most the time. And for the most part knew what Sabrina would, or wouldn't, want. "Two the Queen should be coming soon to talk to you. Say how sorry she is, stuff like that, the Princes will be joining her."

"Oh no," Sabrina cringed. "Not Prince Charles?" But Brook was already nodding before Sabrina ever finished. Sabrina sighed and flopped down on the stool in front of her small vanity. She looked herself over; she was wearing a black wrap lace dress that stopped just past her knees, with cute little puff sleeves and a pointed collar. She looked down at her cherry red glossy leather ankle wrap pumps, they looked good on her feet, but most importantly they were her mum's. She felt a pressure build up behind her eyes, she closed them tight determined not to cry. She'd been doing so well, she hate people seeing her cry and she knew no one would begrudge her if she did, but still…old habits die hard.

"'Bri," Brook asked kneeling down next to her, one hand gently placed on Sabrina's shoulder the other gently placed on her knee. "If you want I could go down and meet the Queen and your Uncle. Or just the Queen…" Sabrina shook her head and gave a small sniffle.

"No, it's ok. I'll be fine. I can do this…" she took a shaken breath before standing. She looked herself in the mirror one last time, tucked a stray strand of auburn hair behind her ear, made sure her ponytail wasn't going any were before nodding to Brook she was ready and they left threw the secret door that held the secret room.

Meeting the Queen and the Princes wasn't hard, until the Queen started going on and on about how much she would miss her 3rd cousin, Sabrina's mother, and how Sabrina was welcome to the castle to stay at any time. With a small nod she moved on to Prince Charles, he gave her a solemn hand shake and a few 'comforting' words. Then she reached Prince William, who was like an older brother to her, he pulled her into a brotherly hug and held her tight, one hand on her back the other on her head. He kissed the top of her head and whispered how much he loved her and if she needed anyone. She knew his words were true, at least in comparison to the other people that were standing around watching them. Their words held nothingness, empty promises and words that fell on deaf ears. Next was Prince Henry, another older brother, who pulled her into a tight hug. He gently rocked her and rested his chin atop her head, while he rubbed her back. Though he and his brother knew the loss of a mother, neither knew the loss of both parents. She prayed they wouldn't have to feel the horrible feeling of loss, again, for a very long time. She was also happy to see that Prince Charles hadn't brought his new 'wife', while she was politically polite she despised the woman as much as her mother had. Sabrina's mother, Samantha, had been very close to Diana and when Diana had passed away her mother was crushed and became depressed for a while.

After she spent time with the Queen and Princes they left, upon her promise to call William and Henry. She sighed and nodded her thanks to Brook who handed her a glass of champagne, though at this point she could have had used a beer, she settled for the cool liquid in her mother's best crystal. "Your Uncle is over there, would you like to speak to him now, or do you need another glass?"

"No, I'll be fine." Sabrina looked lovingly at her sister, who was more like her personal secretary these past months. Giving up her social calendar to be by her side; feeling her emotions work their way up her throat she wrapped an arm around Brook's shoulders and hugged her tight. "Thank you, so much. You've done so much for me, I don't think I could have had gotten through this on my own." Her voice, though a whisper, shook.

Brook smiled and hugged her sister back, gently rubbing her back before kissing her cheek and looked her in the eyes. "I know; that's why I did it." Brook handed Sabrina another glass of champagne and gently pushed her over to her Uncle who was sitting with his head in his hands.

"You look like you could use a stiff one." She muttered standing in front of him; he looked up and gave a small smirk.

"I think you stole my line." She shrugged and sat next to him, handing him the new glass of champagne.

"Strongest thing we got at the moment." She said crossing her legs and resting her arms on them. She felt her Uncle's eyes on her; she looked at him and gave a weak smile.

"Thanks," he muttered lightly lifting the glass before downing half of it in a gulp. Nicky felt the need to fill the silence between them until she rested her head on his broad shoulders. He was wearing a sports coat, a dress shirt and slacks. He shook his head and stuffed a laugh. If the boys back home could see him now, he looked like a limo driver instead of the owner to a popular bar. He put the glass owned by his late sister-in-law in his other hand while he draped an arm around his niece. Little words were spoken between them, but the quietness was the most comfort either of them had gotten in a while.

Brook let out a sigh as she shut the front door and leaned against it, the last of the guests were gone. The only people left in the huge Warren rural chateaux was herself, Sabrina and Uncle Nicky, who were both sitting on a Victorian style couch. The phone rang and Brook quickly went and got it.

"Hello, Warren residence, Brook speaking." She said formally; caller ID was a blessing, but not one the late Mr. Warren had a chance to add to all his phones.

"Ah, Brook hello its Mr. Spellman, Mr. Warren's lawyer is Ms. Sabrina still in?"

"Hello Mr. Spellman, yes she is, but she's tired from the day's events, and is taking a nap. Is there anything I could help with?"

"I just wished to know if tomorrow would be alright with her and her Uncle to go over a small matter."

"I don't think I would be a problem, what time would you like them there?"

"Would noon be alright do you suppose?" He asked. "Or shortly thereafter? My mornings have been packed. I could meet her and her Uncle for lunch, if it's alright with Ms. Sabrina you may feel free to join." He said giving a small laugh. "I know she'll just tell you eventually anyways."

Brook smiled and nodded her head. "That sounds like a plan, would you like me to make the arrangements?"

"Oh no dear, I'll have my secretary place some calls and get us a reservation at a nice little café out of the way. I'll have her call you tomorrow with details."

"Alright, thank you for calling Mr. Spellman."

"Of course, have a goodnight now."

"You too Mr. Spellman, have a good night." Brook hung up the phone and turned around to the couch, Sabrina gave her a confused look she smiled walking to her sister and sister's Uncle. "Mr. Spellman would like to meet us for lunch tomorrow; his secretary will call tomorrow with details.

The next day Sabrina got dressed for her lunch meeting with Mr. Spellman, she had on a pair of grey cropped, wide legged stretch wool pants, and a black, lightweight top with long sleeves. The bodice had ruching and pleating, with a spread collar and partial front button placket. She slipped on her Christian Dior black leather knee boots, with pointed toe, logo buckle strap went over the toes. She made sure her Christian Dior shoulder bag had her wallet, keys and cell phone, among other things. It was black and had two front flap pockets and side flap pockets, with logo charms on a ring fixture at the center front. She stopped at her jewelry box and pulled out a silver circular link chain bracelet with a circular charm with a bird on it.

Flashback

"Ok open your eyes." An 8 year old Sabrina opened her big bright eyes to see her father's happy face; distorted with wrinkled caused by his huge smile holding a beautiful silver bracelet. "Well…how do you like it?" He asked her as he slipped the bracelet around her small wrist.

"Oh daddy I love it!" Sabrina threw her arms around her father's neck, kissing his cheek causing him to laugh as he picked her up and held her against his hip watching her grey eyes be mesmerized by it. Her brow wrinkled as she looked at the bird charm. "Why birds?" She asked tilting her head to one side.

"Because silly, you're my little Song Bird."

"Ooh," Sabrina smiled then laughed hugging her father again.

"What's going on here?" Samantha asked discarding her bags on a chair and coming over to her husband and daughter. "Darrin you shouldn't pick her up, your back." Samantha said taking their daughter who pouted slightly.

"Oh Sammy, you worry too much. Besides it's not like I've been picking her up all the time. It was just once." He said looking at his wife lovingly, she opened her mouth to protest but he kissed her lips brushing her windblown hair from her face. "So how was your day?"

Samantha smiled as she looked at her daughter and smiled rubbing her nose against Sabrina's. "Alright, mother says 'hello' to both of you and wishes us to join her this weekend for a quick brunch before she heads off to Russia for the summer."

Darrin laughed as he tickled Sabrina who started to squirm causing her mother to almost drop her. "Only if we must." He said taking his daughter and letting her stand on his feet as they danced dramatically to music only they could hear.

End Flashback

Sabrina quickly wiped a stray tear away and lifted her head as she saw the cute little café come into view. Mr. Spellman was sitting out front reading over some papers and drinking some coffee. When he saw Sabrina's car pull up he smiled setting the drink and papers down picking up his cane and started to stand. His back was permanently curved causing him to stand hunched over his legs were thin and wobbled as he hobbled to the car greeting them with a bright cheery smile. His sharp pointy nose stood far out from his face, causing him to have the profile of a bird.

"Ah, Ms. Sabrina it's a pleasure. Forgive me for not attending yesterday's events." He said as she bent low to hug the shorter man.

"Don't worry about it, Mr. Spellman." The waiter pulled out a chair for Brook and herself and took their order of chi tea and a cappuccino before taking Uncle Nicky's order and disappearing off into the back. "So, to what do we owe our meeting too?" She asked after getting her chi tea and taking a sip. She added some cinnamon to the top before tasting it again, with a nod she gave Mr. Spellman her full attention, crossing her legs and holding the cup between her hands warming them.

"Well my dear, I have some news, weather its good or bad you'll have to decide." He said pushing is frameless glassed back up his nose and looking over the papers he had sat down to greet them.

"Go on," she encouraged.

"Well my dear since you are still considered a minor," he said clearing his throat. "In your parents will, they stated that if anything should happen to them that you are to live with your Uncle Nickolas Warren." Mr. Spellman said looking over his glasses to Uncle Nicky. "Am I right to assume that you are the Mr. Nickolas Warren mentioned?"

"Ye…yes sir." Uncle Nicky stuttered looking blankly at the balding man a crossed the table from him.

Mr. Spellman nodded and continued reading. "It also states that the account that the late Mr. and Mrs. Warren had started for Ms. Sabrina is to be used strictly for her schooling. Privet schools, colleges and so forth, until she is at the age of twenty." He said flipping the page. "Ms. Sabrina is allowed a monthly allowance, which is too be figured out when Ms. Sabrina has become settled in a good school and a good home." Mr. Spellman looked up and took a drink of his coffee before looking at the three faces before him. "Any questions?"

"So…she has to live with…me?" Uncle Nicky asked his voice a little…disturbed.

"Yes, unless you are not fit, or feel you would do a good job and want to revoke yourself as her guardian." He looked through the papers before looking back up. "If that is the case her Grandmother is the next candi-"

"No!" Sabrina blurted before she could stop herself. She sat there wide eyed for a moment before she cleared her throat and sat back. "I mean, if Uncle Nicky is the one my parents chose for me. I'm sure they had a good reason, I believe that he will be just fine." She said taking a sip of her tea; Brook took up her own cup and smiled into it.

IPSWITCH, MASSACUSITS

Uncle Nicky pushed opened the door to his one bedroom house, which was a mess; he blushed lightly as he scrambled to pick up dirty clothes. "Sorry, I never thought your father would trust me with you." He gave a weak smile as he ushered her in and shut the door behind her. She looked around holding her purse and carry on in a nervous death grip in front of her. She gave him a small smile and shuffled threw some papers he had on the ground. "Well, um…this is it." He said standing in the middle of it with his arms out to the side. "My rooms down that hall, the bathroom a crossed from it." He waved for her to follow him and she did, shuffling her feet. "Back there is the washer and dryer." He gave a small laugh picking up more clothes. "And um…this…this is the kitchen." He said motioning to the sink, oven, microwave, refrigerator and a small table that sat in the corner under a single light bulb with a cord to pull to turn it on and off.

That night Uncle Nicky had ordered pizza and they quietly ate it. "So um…your lawyer friend,"

"Mr. Spellman."

"Right," Nicky nodded lightly. "He helped me get you into the local privet school." He watched Sabrina nod her head before biting into the hot ham and bacon pizza. "You won't have your uniform for about a week, but they said just wear something nice and they'll inform all your teachers about it and you'll be fine." Again Sabrina nodded this time taking a drink of Dr. Pepper before looking up at her Uncle.

"Are you going to drop me off?" She asked gently.

"Oh…well…I could have one of the kids come pick you up. Until they find a dorm for you. I assumed that you would rather live in the dorms then in my trashy little dump." Nicky gave a small laugh as he looked around and sighed heavely.

"It's not that bad." Sabrina muttered threw her napkin. They sat quietly for a while until Uncle Nicky got up and moved to the couch and pulled out the bed.

"I'll get you some clean sheets and pillows." He said gently while Sabrina cleaned up the kitchen…as best she could.

Ok everyone, thats it for this chapter. Hope you had fun and left a little tiny review/comment to let me know you'll all out there.

I'm going to start writing chapter two...so yeah...ok bye

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