Sabrina Spellman

He nearly flinched when Sabrina brushed her hands along his back, now bruised and bloodied and scratched up. Nick was terrified to let her see the tears that were running down his cheeks as he cradled Amalia's head in his lap. He feared that if she saw him as anything but the charming and confident warlock he pretended to be, she'd want nothing to do with him. And he couldn't lose her, not now after he knew he loved her. He'd never been loved back before. Amalia's so called love was distorted, jealousy and rage clouding it. And his parents, they wouldn't know love if it spat in his face.

But then Sabrina kissed his hands. And his forehead. And then his lips. She called him virtuous, told him his love for Amalia didn't make him weak and then held him in her arms. It was then that he finally let all the tears come out. She whispered soothing words in his ear and ran her hand up and down his back. His breath eventually evened out and he pulled back from her, just enough to see that her eyes were shining with unshed tears. She wouldn't let them fall though, not when she knew that Nick needed her. And despite how angry she was that he lied to her, she didn't want to let go of him either.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Sabrina whispered to him, moving one hand from the back of his neck to dry his cheeks.

Nick shook his head and leaned in to the hand against his cheek. He leaned his forehead against hers and breathed out.

"What am I gonna do now, Sabrina?" He asked her, voice coming out all crackly and wet.

"What do you mean?" Sabrina ran a hand through his hair and then down his cheek and chest until she could grab his, thumb brushing against his palm.

"Amalia was it." He said with a sad shrug. "She was the last one. I have no one. No family."

"Oh, Nick..." Sabrina told him as she brushed his cheek again.

"Now I have to bury her and then that'll be it. The last person in my family."

"Nick, I'm sorry-" Sabrina tried to explain, immediately blaming herself for Amalia's death. "I'm sorry that I-"

"No, Spellman, no." Nick shook his head and moved to wipe her cheeks, as she was no longer able to hold them in. "You did what I couldn't. She was gonna hurt you and I couldn't let that happen."

"Still." Sabrina told him. "I'm sorry. You still have the Academy and-"

"No, Sabrina." Nick shook his head and looked down. "I, uh...with Amalia gone I don't have anyone."

The despair and sadness in Nick's eyes cut Sabrina deeply. He was grieving, but he was wrong about being alone. Sabrina grabbed both sides of his face so he'd look at her.

"You have me." Sabrina did her best not to let her voice shake, so she kissed him again, sinking every promise that she wasn't going anywhere into it. She breathed against his lips, brushing their noses together as she continued. "Nick, you'll aways have me."

"You must hate me." Nick looked away from her, shame and guilt sinking into the space between them. He couldn't believe that she'd want to stay with him, even though she'd just said it.

"I don't hate you. I don't know that I could ever hate you, Nicholas Scratch." She smiled a little, letting the corners of her lips turn upwards. "Why don't we take care of Amalia, and then maybe a bath?" She asked and ran her hand through his curls. "Some tea and some sleep?"

"Okay." Nick nodded and swallowed heavily. When he looked into her eyes again he swore he saw love. He certainly loved her. "Okay."

Even in her twenties, the Mortuary still stood as it had her entire life. When she walked in the door her Aunt Hilda was buzzing around the kitchen, pausing only when Cee made her dance with him to an old tune from an old radio.

Zelda was in her study, nursing a glass of gin and a cigarette, no doubt having found even more ways to reform the Order of Hecate for the better. Vinegar Tom was lying regally on his dog bed, eager for belly rubs and pats from his witch.

Ambrose’s music from the attic was nearly shaking the house, and the faint smell of expensive perfume told Sabrina that Prudence was up there. She would not be venturing up to the top floor.

And Nicholas Scratch found his own home in the Mortuary. Sure he had an official room at the Academy, much larger now that he was a teacher rather than a student. But they weren’t fooling anyone into thinking he actually spent time there. He knew where his home was, and it was on a wrought ironed bed and in the arms of the witch who owned it.

She found him on the bed, attention drawn to a book and hand in his hair. It was messier than usual, which usually happened when he ran his hand through it too many times in frustration or she got her own fingers in there. Considering she’d been gone all day she figured it was the former and made her way into the room slowly so as not to spook him.

“You gonna say anything, Spellman?” He asked with a smirk, though he didn’t look up from his page. “Or you just gonna come in here all quiet and attempt to be sneaky.”

“I wasn’t being sneaky.” She rolled her eyes and plopped herself on the bed near him. She scrunched her face in mock of him when he looked up amusingly. “You looked all focused and in concentration mode and I didn’t want to scare you.”

“I knew you were here the second you stepped on the property.” Nick told her, closing the book and tossing it to the side like it didn’t matter.

“Ahhhh the locket.” Sabrina smirked and nodded. She reached over and pulled it from his shirt, playing with it. He chuckled in response and grabbed her hand, wanting her to hold his instead.

“Nah I could feel you before the locket did.” He kissed her fingers as her brow furrowed, silently asking him to elaborate. “I’ve always felt connected to you, I guess. But it grew stronger after the Sweet Hereafter. I can just sense you.” He reached over and brushed her cheek. Her hair was longer now and no longer snow-white, an effect of her resurrection. But she was still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “I can sense what you’re feeling. What you need. It’s how I knew everything worked out with Cheryl.” He gave her a lopsided smile. “Well that and that you’re you.”

Sabrina you thought about it for a moment and recognized the same stirrings in herself, far before the locket around her neck vibrated. It’s how she knew the times he was having a bad day and just needed her to hold him.

“It’s the same for me, Nick.” She ran a hand through his hair, messing it up more. “It’s like our souls are tethered together.”

“Forever and ever.” He narrowed his eyes at her and pulled her quickly to him, kissing her firmly. They could hardly manage it though because of how she was giggling, remembering how cheesy he could be. Their smiling kisses faded into softer and more delicate ones before they pulled apart, needing a moment to breathe.

“So it all went well then?” Nick asked her.

“Perfectly.” Sabrina gave a firm nod. “It was nice to do some magic to help someone, you know that didn’t involve some sacrifice to save the world.”

“I prefer it this way too.” Nick responded with a small chuckle.

“What about you, babe?” Sabrina grazed his jaw with her nails and he shuddered. “You looked somewhere else when I came in here.”

“Oh just another book your Aunt wants me to incorporate into my classes. Another book that uses a cipher so I don’t know what it says.”

“Yet.” Sabrina tapped his chin with a confident nod. She knew he’d figure it it, he always did. She knew what he might need then, a break, and decided he needed to take it with her. “How about a bath?”

His eyebrows raised at her suggestion.

“Only if you join me.” He said seriously, as if it was even a question.

“Well, duh.” She said with a snap as she grabbed his hand and dragged him off to their bathroom, bubbles already forming and steam rising. “Get in, Scratch. And then make room for me.”