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anythingdrabbleTitle: Handle
Fandom: Sabrina the Teenage Witch
Characters/Pairings: Salem, OFC
Word Count: 500
Rating: G/K
Summary: She's got his handle. But he has their future.
The child's shrill laughter did not ruffle his fur as younger generations had. Indeed, he did not even mind when she grabbed his tail and pulled. She did not use a lot of strength when she pulled -- she did not yet have a lot to use --, but he had swatted many children in the past for doing just such a misdeed. Somehow, he did not mind with her.
"Ding! Ding! Ding! I've got your handle!" She giggled incessantly, but he could only smile at her through each tug. He rolled over to his side, allowing her still to keep his tail, leaned over, and touched his nose to hers.
Her eyes grew wide. Then she released him, stumbled a little, and fell promptly onto her behind. She rubbed her nose as though his fur had tickled him, but she was clearly still happy. She laughed again. "Good kitty! Pretty kitty! S-Salem's a pretty kitty!"
Salem purred. There, she had said his name before either of her parents'! His claws unsheathed as, in his pleasure, he kneaded her cot. This child was his answer, he found himself thinking quite contentedly. She was not just Harvey and Sabrina's future. She was his future.
He had gone wrong with Sabrina, he thought. He'd clearly failed the child. She'd chosen well with her husband (although he still wished Harvey had had some magical ability), and they had produced a lovely child. But her Aunt Hilda was God knew where in the cosmos, and Zelda was causing havoc out in Westbridge as the teenager she had never allowed herself to be in the troubled times of her youth. He should have taught them both better.
His tail whisked as he kneaded harder. Clapping and laughing, his newest niece caught his tail again, and he stilled its movements, allowing her to keep it. He was going to build a bond with this child, a bond even greater than any relationship known to Witch or cat before. He was going, he decided, patiently licking an ebony paw, to groom her, but not in any way mortal or Witch would think.
Sabrina was determined to keep her daughter from growing up magical -- which was exactly why, even more than her aunts' whereabouts, Salem knew he had ultimately failed the girl. But eventually, her mother's plans would fail. Eventually, she would learn about magic, and that was when he would make his move.
Sabrina didn't want to teach her? That was fine, all the better even! Salem would teach her everything he knew, which was already far more than Sabrina, her aunts, or even the current Council would ever know. He would teach her everything, but most of all, he would teach her where the Council had gone wrong and that no one was better or had more correct answers than her Uncle Salem. And then together, they would rule the world!
The child paused, mystified, as he laughed aloud. Then she laughed. Their mingled laughter was beautiful.
The End
Fandom: Sabrina the Teenage Witch
Characters/Pairings: Salem, OFC
Word Count: 500
Rating: G/K
Summary: She's got his handle. But he has their future.
The child's shrill laughter did not ruffle his fur as younger generations had. Indeed, he did not even mind when she grabbed his tail and pulled. She did not use a lot of strength when she pulled -- she did not yet have a lot to use --, but he had swatted many children in the past for doing just such a misdeed. Somehow, he did not mind with her.
"Ding! Ding! Ding! I've got your handle!" She giggled incessantly, but he could only smile at her through each tug. He rolled over to his side, allowing her still to keep his tail, leaned over, and touched his nose to hers.
Her eyes grew wide. Then she released him, stumbled a little, and fell promptly onto her behind. She rubbed her nose as though his fur had tickled him, but she was clearly still happy. She laughed again. "Good kitty! Pretty kitty! S-Salem's a pretty kitty!"
Salem purred. There, she had said his name before either of her parents'! His claws unsheathed as, in his pleasure, he kneaded her cot. This child was his answer, he found himself thinking quite contentedly. She was not just Harvey and Sabrina's future. She was his future.
He had gone wrong with Sabrina, he thought. He'd clearly failed the child. She'd chosen well with her husband (although he still wished Harvey had had some magical ability), and they had produced a lovely child. But her Aunt Hilda was God knew where in the cosmos, and Zelda was causing havoc out in Westbridge as the teenager she had never allowed herself to be in the troubled times of her youth. He should have taught them both better.
His tail whisked as he kneaded harder. Clapping and laughing, his newest niece caught his tail again, and he stilled its movements, allowing her to keep it. He was going to build a bond with this child, a bond even greater than any relationship known to Witch or cat before. He was going, he decided, patiently licking an ebony paw, to groom her, but not in any way mortal or Witch would think.
Sabrina was determined to keep her daughter from growing up magical -- which was exactly why, even more than her aunts' whereabouts, Salem knew he had ultimately failed the girl. But eventually, her mother's plans would fail. Eventually, she would learn about magic, and that was when he would make his move.
Sabrina didn't want to teach her? That was fine, all the better even! Salem would teach her everything he knew, which was already far more than Sabrina, her aunts, or even the current Council would ever know. He would teach her everything, but most of all, he would teach her where the Council had gone wrong and that no one was better or had more correct answers than her Uncle Salem. And then together, they would rule the world!
The child paused, mystified, as he laughed aloud. Then she laughed. Their mingled laughter was beautiful.
The End
