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WARNING: this is an M- rated, time-travel story. There will be lemony goodness! (later chapters - sorry!)

I do not own Sabrina: the teenage witch or any recognizable characters, places or events.

Chapter 2: "I don't think I'm in Westbridge anymore..."

When Sabrina woke, she was in a stone room. She looked about gas lamps supplemented the natural sunlight tumbling in high windows. "Okay... where am I?" Stairwells split and rose to a landing where a stained glass window, not that she could see it, spilled colours onto the opposite wall.

She heard footfalls coming down the stairs. Maybe her voice had carried too much. "Hello?" Called a male voice from the upper level. Sabrina looked up to see a handsome man standing on the steps. He had deep auburn hair and pale brown eyes. "Can I help you?" His voice was hesitant, confused. "Are you the new reporter?" He asked stepping down to the floor.

He sported a lean suit, 3 piece style. Sack coat, vest and trousers, of good if not fine quality, in a dark material. The white shirt had a starched stiff high collar. He was clean shaven, and his hair tied tight in a dark ribbon behind him.

He scanned her, up and down the back again. "Time-travel?" Although, it was phrased as a question, it was said as fact. Two things of note came to her notice. The first being that, he was observant. The second, he was intelligent. The third, and likely being the most helpful, his comment meant that he was a witch.

Sabrina shrugged, "Looks like it." He nodded and pinged her a wardrobe change. Her clothes settled into a Victorian age, dress. The hem of the straight skirt touched the floor, going up into a half sleeve, and belted tight about her waist. The material, though heavy, was a deep ribboned purple. A cream blouse of soft linen and tight sleeves, the collar was pinned high about her neck, with a large (but not garish) amethyst and pearl broach. Her hair was suddenly pinned up in a bun atop her head. To top it off, her blue hands were covered in long gloves.

"You fit is better, now." He smiled, his eyes scanning her. Either to assess his work, or to check her out, Sabrina wasn't sure which, but she didn't mind being checked out by him. "If you would kindly follow me to my office, we will sort this out." Still without a clue as to where or when she was, Sabrina shrugged and went with him. Witchy rule go with the flow until proven to be trouble.

She followed him into a cluttered room there were papers and books everywhere. He cleaned off a chair for her, and sat across from her. The window took up most of the south wall showing a lovely garden, and lighting up the room. "Sorry for the clutter, I just finished this month's review." He sat down, and as if just realizing his manners. "Would you like a drink?"

"I'd rather some answers first, if it's all the same." Sabrina said.

"Alright," He sighed sitting back. "Time travel is always fun. If you are from ahead of us, you could interrupt things. If you are from behind us, well I could influence you." He shook his head. "Sending a time traveller to a journal, that is irresponsible." He seemed to rant to himself. "Not that this is your fault. I mean... oh where are my manners? I'm Salem Saberhagen editor of the Mortal Realm Times."

Sabrina tried not to let her jaw drop. "Your eyes just got big." He replied. "So you've heard of us?" He seemed to judge her reaction. "You weren't sent by the witches counsel to 'help' me, were you?"

"No." Sabrina shook her head.

"That's good, I swear that they think that I'm doing a Prometheus." Salem sighed, shaking his head. "I'm not, just for reference. The Mortals are at suck a period of development, so many interesting developments." He smiled at her. "Which leads me to; Our calendar is currently 1898. Are you ahead or behind us?"

"Ahead." Sabrina said.

"Good, good... try not to give away details." Salem said. Sorting through a pill of papers, "Time travel was always a hobby of mine. I thought about becoming a time-monitor once, but thought I'd get too distracted to do my job."

"So you're an editor?" Sabrina pondered. He paused and looked up at her, quizzical. "Not politic tactician?" His expression displayed confusion and disbelief.

"I cover Mortal politics." He replied slowly. Sabrina wasn't sure if he was speaking slowly for he thought her dim-witted or if he was confused. "Remember, you must be very careful what you say. Do not change events." He warned. "Did you come here intentionally?"

"Sort of..." Sabrina said confused. "Where exactly is 'here'?"

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry." Salem smiled, it was a youthful bashful smile. "Currently we are in the witch-district of Berlin, Germany in the Mortal realm. I know, I know there has been a great deal of witch immigration of late, which has the council worried, and why I'm trying to show that there is nothing to worry about. Science is not going to lead to another witch hunt."

"I thought you didn't want me to tell you." Sabrina teased. Amazed that this was Salem; he was sweet, scattered, inquisitive. Nothing like the barbed-tongue, megalomaniacal conqueror-turned-cat she'd grown up with and loved.

He laughed seeing her smirk. "Quite right!" He looked at her. "So, can you tell me, why you are here?"

"I think so." Sabrina thought of what she could say. "I was casting a spell to see what inspired... a friend of my." Sabrina started. "I woke up here."

"You were coming to see a friend?" Salem said leaning forward.

"Yes... well sort of." Sabrina said. She puzzled a moment. "I wasn't aware that I would be time travelling. I thought the spell was going to be more like TV."

"What?" Salem drew back confused.

"You know, moving pictures..." Sabrina took in his blank look. "You have no idea what I'm talking about. Right, that hasn't been invented yet." She closed her eyes, then opened them. "Sorry this is harder than I thought. Think like a play, or looking glass."

He was nodding as if understanding. "Temporal looking glasses only focus on major events especially the further back one tries to see." He replied like a scholar. "No wonder you tried a spell." He looked at her straight on. "It should be no trouble to reverse to get home."

"Why are you suggesting that?"

"Well, it seems you missed your mark. So you will likely wish to return to your own time." Salem smiled, but there was a sigh on his voice.

"Don't be so hasty." Sabrina shook her head. "It wasn't a simple incantation. It was... it was... that's weird, I can't seem to remember?" She looked up to him.

"Not to worry, miss." Salem smiled. "Who was the friend you were seeing?"

"It was... it was..." Sabrina tried to come up with the information but things were getting foggy. She turned to him. "I can't remember." She started to panic. "What is happening?"

"Calm down miss. We will sort this all out." Salem soothed coming to sit by her. "Can you remember your name?"

Sabrina nodded, "It's... it is..." She took a deep breath. "Sa- Sabrina." She remembered voices calling to her. "I think that it's Sabrina. What is happening?"

"Try to stay calm." Salem said. "One theory of temporal magic, if one is staying longer you can not remember anything that could affect the time." He knelt before her. "That one slip, may have cause the Temporal monitors to make sure that you couldn't change things."

"But then, how am I to get back to where and when I belong." The blond asked her, then she tilted her head puzzled. "I told you where that was right? Everything is going blank."

It was a good thing that Salem had moved to sit in front of her. Sabrina leached forward, as she passed out, falling into his arms.

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