A/N: Storm-Maker, I think you're right. Salem's probably just lusting after Sabrina at the moment, but people change. Even if they've lived as a cat for a century.

Readers, tell me what pairing you'd like to see:

Sabrina/Harvey

Sabrina/Salem

Salem/Libby

Harvey/Libby

Salem/Harvey... Oops, just kidding ;)

Other

This won't have much effect on the story, I just want to know what you think. :)

---------------------- The show must go on so here it is.

Salem returned to the table with his beer. He sent a sexy glance towards Libby.

"Makeup's allright?" he asked. "You two were in the ladies room for over twenty minutes."

Libby stretched across the table and stole a piece of mozarella from his plate.

"It's okay, Salem." she purred and let the mozarella casually slip in between her red lips. "I didn't realize you timed it."

"Sabrina and I had a lot to talk about," she continued in her best 'Libby mode'. "I guess we have a certain... chemistry."

"I like that kind of relation." Salem said and secretly lowered his hand under the table.

Sabrina started coughing like crazy. "couuuaaagh uuuuuhuuuuuaaa couuuaaaagh!"

It wasn't because of the conversation that she choked. No no, she swallowed her food wrong. And why? Maybe it was due to the fact that Salem had suddenly put his hand on her knee.

Very intimately.

Libby, who wasn't all that convinced of Sabrina's and Salem's innocence, quickly put two and two together. And since she really wanted Sabrina's friendship, she decided to help out.

"Um... guys? Are we done? I thought we could go to Club Pastione. Ehm... Harvey?"

Three heads turned to the inner corner. Six eyeballs widened.

"Is he dead?" Salem asked a bit plumptly and let go of Sabrina's thigh.

Sabrina touched Harvey's throat. "No, he's asleep. I forgot to tell you that he's got a sleeping-disorder. He can't wake up for atleast three hours. No matter how hard we try."

Everyone sighed of relief that he lived. Sabrina let out some aftercoughs.

"What are we supposed to do with him?" Libby wondered and poked Harvey with her fork. "He can't stay like this, with his head in the food and all."

"Poor dude," Salem said.

"Let's put him in a cab!" Sabrina suggested. "He won't mind if we continue the night without him."

"Isn't that a bit mean?"

Libby sounded worried.

Salem and Sabrina just stared at her.

"What?" she asked.

"You worry about being mean?"

SHORTLY AFTER. ----------------------

"That'll be 30 buckaroos, lady," said the filthy cabdriver and held out a hand. "Plus 20 for carrying this drunk inside."

Sabrina was very mad. "He's not drunk! He's got sleep napnéa!"

"Whatever. Give me the doe."

Sabrina threw some "doe" to him. Libby placed an explaining note in Harvey's pocket and mumbled:

"When you wake I know you'll cry
and the words I wrote to say goodbye
they won't comfort you at all
but in time you will understand"

"A poet, huh?" Sabrina said when they watched the cab backfire it's way across the avenue. "Where did you get that from?"

"A song. Ever heard 'Another town, Another Train'?"

"Nope."

"Too bad for you," Libby smiled with pity and walked over to Salem, who waited at their own cab.

Sabrina followed after trying to understand Libby. She came up with nothing.

Libby climbed in first, hoping that Salem would sit next to her. "Too bad that the driver's big fat dog takes up the front seat, otherwise Sabrina would sit there and I would have Salem all alone."

As she hoped, he climbed in next. Libby began to feel the effects of her three beers, and behaved a little bolder than usual when she swung her legs across Salem's lap. That's how Sabrina found them when she entered the backseat. She was also a bit affected by drinking, but had enough self control not to show what she felt.

Sabrina did the only thing she could do: she put her legs over Salem's knees as well! The driver laughed.

"You are one lucky bastard."

"I know," Salem smiled and patted Sabrina's leg.

30 MINUTES LATER, AT CLUB PASTIONE. ----------------------

Shortly after arriving, Salem had already been surrounded by drooling ladies. His two companions sat at a table on the balcony and looked down on the dance floor. Both were bored stiff.

"Look at them dancing," Libby sighed. "And to think..." she trailed off.

Sabrina lifted her head from it's resting place in her palm. "What's to think?"

"Nothing. Hey. That guy's totally checking you out! Don't look!"

Sabrina glanced over her shoulder and saw a guy with dirty-blonde hair blinking back.

"Ow shit, he's getting up," she moaned. "And I who don't feel like dancing."

Sure enough, the guy sneaked up to them.

"Wanna dance?"

Sabrina managed a smile.

"Sure, um...?"

"Magnus."

"Okay, Magnus."

Magnus put a hand on Sabrina's back and led her down the stairs and out on the flashing dancefloor. She began to feel a lot more energized. But, they hadn't danced many steps before Salem (not surprisingly) broke in.

"I'll take it from here," he growled.

Magnus quickly retreated. Sabrina was angry as hell.

"Salem, what the fuck are you doing?" she banned and pushed him. "We were dancing here!"

"There's no reason to shout," Salem complained. "He was so totally coming on to you."

"I want to go home," she sighed. "Come on, let's get Libby."

"As you wish."

OUTSIDE. ----------------------

"God damn cabs. Always late." Libby whined and sat down on the pavement.

No one listened. Sabrina was still arguing with Salem about his dancefloor interference.

"You thickheaded NINNY of a man!" she yelled. "Just beacuse we made out a few times..."

'Aha,' Libby thought. She wasn't jealous. She didn't have a crush on Salem or anything. 'Atleast not yet,' she plotted. Then she saw how dangerously close to the busy road Sabrina was. If she didn't stop backing away from Salem soon...

"Hoe!"

"Ninny!"

"Sabrina! Stop!" Salem panicked and reached for her. "You're almost out in the..."

"SABRINA!" Libby screamed.

THUMP

It was too late.

Sabrina felt her body flying in the air and landing on the car's bonnet. She felt something brake inside. But through the overwhelming pain, she gathered the strength to lift her finger... --sizzle--heal me... heal me... I need to heal... --sizzle--

Broken bones grew back, blood was sucked in, wounds disappeared. She was healthy again.

And Salem was at her side. The crowd was stunned how this lady could get up and walk again after such a crash. The driver cried of relief and was soon off to call a tower. The crowd went back to their own issues.

Salem held Sabrina close and rocked her slowly. "I thought... I'd lost you," he sighed.

"You haven't," she whispered against his neck.

"I'm sorry I called you a hoe... I just..."

"Sabrina?" a shivering voice asked. She looked up to see a shocked Libby. There was more than that in her big, teary eyes. There was also fear.

"Libby..."

"Sabrina. How did you do that?"

---------------------- A/N:

Puh! Luckily she had her magic. But too bad that Libby saw it all. How could the girls swoon so much over Salem that they forgot all about Harvey? Poor guy! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own "Sabrina The Teenage Witch" or ABBA's "Another Town, Another Train".