A/N: This chappie will be very short, because I'm going away and I don't have time to write.

The nice reviewer called Cathy: Aww yes, I'm eating it allright...wait...uuärrghh!! Ohh, I threw it up in your face...

I guess it didn't want to stay down! Oh well.

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Sabrina reacted instantly. Quick as lightning, she jumped back and slapped Salem violently.

"Salem, what the hell are you doing!" she screamed.

"What?" he moaned and touched his aching cheek.

"You said you were following me up to make sure I got in safely! You tried to...to..."

"To ASSAULT her!" Hilda cut in and slapped him on the other cheek. "Bastard!"

"But..." Salem held out his arms helplessly.

"Shut up!" Zelda hissed and put her arm around Sabrina, who tried her best to look offended and scared.

"We'll take care of him," she promised her young niece. "He won't come near you again."

"Thanks."

Sabrina said goodnight and went into her apartment. Hilda and Zelda had murder written in their eyes when they stared accusingly at Salem.

"I didn't do anything! It was she who..."

"Don't even try to blame your unrecruted acting on poor Sabrina!"

The ladies each took a firm grip around one of his ears and led him out to his car.

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Another week passed. Salem spent most of his time in the other realm mansion where he pretended to be happy and free as a bumble bee, his only company being a filled winecellar.

One day he orbed back to buy some new wineracks. (He'd trashed a couple in his latest drunk rage.)

He orbed straight to the furniture shop. Westbridge was a small town, and Salem didn't want to risk meeting anyone particular if he walked around in it. Especially not Harvey or Sabrina.

Surprise, surprise, who bumps into Salem as he goes inside the shop? That's right, Harvey.

Salem's teeth clenched together when he saw the guy, but then he came to his senses. Harvey hadn't done anything wrong, he just happened to be engaged to the one woman Salem wanted.

"Oh, excuse me, sir!" Harvey said and bent down to pick up his dropped plastic bag.

Salem thought it best to introduce himself.

"That's okay, Harvey."

Harvey looked up and searched Salem's face. Could it really be...? The guy was tall and lean, except for his remarkable abs and chest, and his full mouth formed a sort of "devilish" smile.

"Sa...Salem? The cat?!"

He only nodded coolly.

"Wow, that's one successful transition," Harvey blinked and felt a little jealous.

"I know."

Harvey gaped at the extremely selfconfident answer, but realized it might just be a front.

In lack of better words, he said:

"I wonder why Sabrina hasn't re-introduced us yet."

Salem scraped his shoe absent-mindedly in the pavement. "She's not mentioned you much," he lied.

Harvey looked confused but shaked his head. "I've been away a lot lately. I guess you know about Dad."

Salem nodded understandingly. He remembered when his own father was vanquished. "Yeah. She told me. Is he better?"

"Oh he is. So...you wanna do something? If you don't have a hurry?" Harvey asked. "Maybe get a coffee?"

"Sure. I'm just gonna buy some new wineracks. Can you wait?"

"Absolutely!" Harvey beamed and watched Salem go in the shop. He admired Salem so much. That was a real man, just like Harvey had always dreamt to be. Yes, Harvey could learn a lot from Salem.

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During their little coffee rendez-vouz, the guys got to know eachother a lot better.

Salem didn't show his awkwardness when Harvey expressed his warm feelings for Sabrina...

"She can be tough to handle sometimes, but she's just...Sabrina. You know?"

Salem sighed inwardly. "I know."

Harvey checked his watch. "Ow shit! I have to pick her up at the bridal shop in three minutes!"

"I'll orb you there," Salem offered, eager to see Sabrina again.

Harvey's naive face lit up. "Cool!"

They went outside and around a corner. Salem took Harvey's hand and felt the orb mechanism kick in.

It tickled when their particles turned to dust. Their vision blackened for a few seconds before the area outside the bridal shop formed before them. Harvey never got tired of orbing. When he and Sabrina first got together after her wedding incident, they often orbed to exotic places.

"Shall we go in?" Harvey asked, still up in the clouds. "She'll be happy we've become friends."

Salem motioned for the door. "You first."

It seemed they were early after all. Sabrina still posed in front of the mirror with the dress on.

Harvey covered his eyes, but Salem couldn't help staring at the unearthly beauty.

The dress was a sweeping creamy dream, covered with lace and pearls. Sabrina looked ravishing. The silk hugged her curvy body in just the right places. Salem wanted to rip it off and make love to her right there on the floor.

Sabrina caught his eye in the mirror and screamed with surprise.

"Hi!" he winked and smiled innocently.

"Salem!" she cried. "Where's Harvey?!"

"Here!" Harvey yelled from a chair, still covering his face. "Can you take it off now?"

"Yes, take it off please," Salem added and flirted openly.

Sabrina's mouth became a narrow line as she ran off to the dressing room. The seamstress stared at Salem before she followed. Which one was the groom to be? They both acted like they were an item with Miss Spellman. The gorgeous tall and dark one, or the handsome darkblonde one? Maybe she was marrying both. Nothing was impossible these days...

Salem raised an eyebrow at her and she quickly disappeared.

Harvey looked up. "Did it fit her? Did she look beautiful?"

Salem nodded without turning. "Yeah. She is beautiful."

"I'm very lucky, aren't I?"

Salem throbbed Harvey's back lightly before he walked out the door. "Yes, you are. Take good care of her."

Harvey looked at Salem with a serious expression. In his eyes, Salem couldn't say or do anything wrong. Salem was Harvey's biggest rolemodel, his hero.

"I will."

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Salem angrily kicked a rock in front of him as he walked the streets of downtown Westbridge.

He felt more hopeless than ever. If he could just talk to someone...just talk...wait a minute, there was someone! Someone that he could talk to about anything! His best friend since like forever:

Drell.

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"You're really in deep shit, man!" was Drell's welcome line.

"It's great to see you too," Salem smirked. They did their secret handshake.

"I was hoping you could give me some advice," Salem continued and plopped down on the sofa.

Drell took to his chest. "ME? Me, who's been married onehundred and twenty times?" he laughed. "I'm honoured."

"Yah, but you're also the one who knows me best."

Drell fiddled with his curly mop of hair. "Mmhmm, I do, so go on, tell uncle Drell what's on your mind."

"Must I tell you? I know you know."

"How do you know that I know?"

Salem just looked at him tiredly.

"Okay, okay, so you have a... thing for Sabrina Spellman, right?"

"Yes, and not just a thing, it's...um... you know, the L...the L...word," Salem sighed and felt embarrassed.

Drell didn't reveal what he thought. "Say it like it is."

"What?"

"Say it."

"Okay! I LOVE SABRINA SPELLMAN! Happy?" Salem growled.

Drell didn't move an eye.

"What are you going to do about it? You know you can't have her. She's getting married."

"Like I don't know that? Like I don't think about it all the fuckin' time?"

"Calm down. I know what you can do to try and win her over."

Salem sat up. "What's that?"

"Go find a pretty lady, and ask Sabrina and Harvey on a double-date! Make her jealous!"

Salem rubbed his hands with excitement. "Great! Thanks man!"

"Do you know someone you can ask?"

Salem thought about it.

"Yes...I do."

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A/N: Okay, so that wasn't much, but please R&R! ;)

I'm gonna travel Sweden in a cramped car with my nasty family! See you around the 25th!