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thoughtsaboutshows · 4 years ago

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A Different WIP Wednesday: Behind Closed Doors

This isn’t exactly a WIP but it is a completed scene from an abandoned (for now) collection of Nabrina missing/extended scenes from the show. This one is from the end of Part 2!

The dress was uncomfortable. It was beautiful and while she didn’t mind a collar or a plunging neckline, the gold threaded dress she was currently wearing was itchy. And the fact that Lucifer had picked it out for her made her want to rip it off even more. She knew she couldn’t though, the literal world was depending on her to pull this off.

So she slipped on the gold shoes as well and played with the mask, contemplating waiting to put it on until she got there. They were all waiting for her downstairs and she knew Lucifer was waiting for her too at the Academy. She could picture his smug smile while sitting atop his throne of skulls, believing he’d won. But he hadn’t, not yet at least.

She’d attempted a Hail Malphus pass in trying to stop her Aunt’s wedding. She and Nick had worn another glamour and it had gotten them both expelled. But this was even more of a risk, more of a last ditch effort to keep Satan himself from destroying the Earth. From keeping herself from becoming the Queen at his side, and his child bride? Her stomach churned at the thought. His face had been dripping with victory when she’d tried to defeat him at the stone altar. Heaven, his bragging eyes had even been present when she showed up at Dorian’s and he revealed his master plan. He’d nearly jumped with glee when Nick appeared from behind the curtain, finding joy in the tears that were running down both their cheeks and enjoying that their relationship was in ruins. In Lucifer’s mind, it was one less tie his daughter had to the world she loved so much.

Nick hadn’t given up there though, showing up in her room hours later begging for forgiveness, for her to see his love for her had been true despite what the Dark Lord had tasked him to do.

Fix the Acheron and maybe I won’t hate you for the rest of my life.

That’s what she had said to him. But it couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Hate him? She couldn’t. That’s why his betrayal had hurt so much. It had cut a deep gash in her heart that he had mended after her breakup with Harvey. It had made her question everything since he’d sat with her at lunch, which Nick claimed he’d done out of his own volition and sheer awestruck reaction to seeing her for the first time. She wanted to believe that, and she guessed a part of her did or she wouldn’t have let him help. Her trust in him was shaky at best. She was unwilling to allow him to be the one to help her zip up that uncomfortable dress or clasp her shoes. But she could trust that he was smart, and a damn good warlock. So she handed over the Acheron and sent him away to work on it.

He’d taken it in stride, accepted it as the tiniest of olive branches. If he couldn’t hold her hand at least he could work on something to hold the Dark Lord. He found a quiet room in the Mortuary and went to work immediately, putting all he had into it. His heart had plummeted into his stomach, making him nearly lose his lunch when the Dark Lord told Sabrina of his plans. It was nothing he’d expected, and thought his devotion had to do with guiding a wayward witch to sign the book of the beast. Now he knew he played a role in the end of the world. He didn’t care much about that, meaning what he said to Sabrina in her kitchen. He only cared about her and it was Lucifer’s statements about her ruling by his side that had Nick fuming the most. That’s what had kept him working furiously on the Acheron, hands shaking and mind racing as he said all of his spells.

As the time drew nearer, and really it wasn’t enough time but it had to do, they all met in the Mortuary foyer before walking over to the Academy. Sabrina was in her gold dress and everyone else wore their demon glamours; it would be quite the show. Nick kept his distance from her, his entire focus trained on the Acheron still in his hands as he continued to mutter spells despite the fact that they were nearly leaving. She took note of how he looked at it, eyes almost begging for it to work. His entire face was furrowed in concentration, but it wasn’t the cute kind she’d admired when he’d perch on her bed studying or they’d research in the Sanctum. Back then she could swoop in and kiss his lips or his jaw and it’d draw a chuckle from him and he’d be willing to take a break. This concentration was desperate, and Sabrina knew without a doubt that desperation was for her.

She also knew that she could try and kiss him all she wanted, and he’d still be working on that damn Acheron. Because that is what would save them all.

Save her.

Still her feet that wore the uncomfortable heels couldn’t move in her uncomfortable dress to go to him. It seemed too big a task in that moment, like facing down Nick was scarier than facing down the Dark Lord.

Yet when they finally started the journey to the Academy, her mask in hand because she couldn’t bring herself to add another uncomfortable gold item to her outfit just yet. She found her gazes darting to him and her footfalls falling into step with his. Even when it seemed they were miles apart, they were in sync. He caught her looking nearly every time, having stolen some looks of his own. He could sense she was a little scared, his fearless girl.

Except she wasn’t his anymore, he’d lost her. She didn’t lose him though, she never would. He’d tied himself to her long before Lucifer came calling. She didn’t believe that right now but that didn’t really matter. All that mattered to Nick was that she got through this, that she wasn’t forced into a role she didn’t want and that she survived. And if his tie to her tethered him to a sinking ship or disaster, he’d hold on tight because it’d be worth it. Because she’d be above the surface breathing another day.

Her heart tugged to walk by him, take the Acheron out of his shaking hand and so it could hold hers instead. But her head kept her in between her Aunts with her eyes forward, avoiding his dark eyes for the rest of the trip. She knew how easily she got lost in them.

Her eyes stayed ahead but her thoughts continued to drift to him. She kicked herself for using the time she should be preparing to dwell on her boyfriend, her ex-boyfriend? She wasn’t sure what they were anymore, but what she did know was that the story of them wouldn’t stop replaying in her mind. She begged and prayed anyone left out there that it wasn’t all a lie. She didn’t think it was even possible to fake the glint he’d had in his eye when he asked her to the Valentine’s Dance. Or how his smile emphasized the curl of his tongue against hers when he’d kissed her properly for the first time. Not that their stage kiss hadn’t felt real all on its own. She hoped that he’d meant it when he toasted to her future as a High Priestess of the Church of Night. And they hadn’t spoken of it, but what business would he have had lying to his familiar when he yelled out that he loved her, trying to get Amalia to spare Sabrina. The same broken pleading was in his voice when he kneeled in front of her and told her he really did fall in love with her.

And in return she spat in his face.

It seemed deserved at the time, and it might have been. But as her footsteps brought her closer to the Academy, she’d wished she’d have told him she loved him too, thrown the Dark Lord’s devotion right back in his face with a grab of Nick’s hand.

Because she was pretty sure she had fallen in love with him right back.

Nobody wasted any time when they climbed the steps to the Academy. Zelda led the charge in search of Lilith and next steps. Nick passed the Acheron to Ambrose as he walked by, shooting it one last inspecting look.

Nick and Sabrina somehow found themselves alone on the steps in the back of the line, and he stopped her from going in with two gentle fingers on her arm. If she was surprised she didn’t show it. In fact, she looked almost relieved he had done it.

“Sabrina.” Nick started. His voice sounded like gravel, rough and painful. He reached out and his fingertips grazed the gold fabric of her dress. She let him do it, which surprised both of them. “I know this is all messed up and I hate the reason we’re all here...but you look beautiful.”

“Thank you, Nick.” She answered him, using his shortened name. It made him visibly calmer, though being alone with her right now still made him nervous. He couldn’t help commenting on her beauty. He should have told her more just how stunning he found her, more exquisite than anyone else he’d ever seen. So just in case, he’d told her now.

“I’m so sorry, Sabrina.” Nick apologized as he changed the subject. He couldn’t help apologizing one last time either. He hadn’t known what he was going to say when he stopped her, and the pressure of it all had obviously turned his brain to mush. In reality there was nothing to say, he just wanted to be by her one last time.

She squeezed her eyes shut to try to keep the tears at bay. She didn’t think they could really haven’t this conversation now, despite not wanting to go into this with things left unsaid. She took a deep breath when he struggled to find more words. She grabbed the hand that was playing with her dress and intertwined their fingers. His hands were warm and soft, just as she’d remembered.

“Nick…”. She said his name again and took a step closer. They were outside in the open but somehow it had felt like the air had been sucked away. The only life giving source left was each other and it seemed nothing could tear their eyes apart. She saw the worry in his, muddled with something else she could only describe as love. She figured hers looked the same and she cursed Lucifer all over again for playing with both of their hearts. She leaned in a little bit more, and he memorized the scent of her, just in case. As she breathed him in she thought she might have kissed him, might have folded herself in his arms, or at least told him she’d forgiven him.

But she didn’t do any of those things because Lilith slammed the door open and demanded Sabrina come with her. They couldn’t keep the Dark Lord waiting any longer.

With one more lingering and longing look Nick gave a supportive nod.

“We’ll talk after?” He asked with hope and lifted his and to gently graze her cheek. She leaned into it slightly and nodded quickly in response. With a deep breath he went inside the door and looked back at her once before disappearing down a hallway in search of the others.

Lilith rolled her eyes and dragged Sabrina inside, giving her one last recap as to the plan as Sabrina out on her mask. Sabrina had the plan down and was filled with a hopefully well placed confidence that this would all work. The sooner they started the ruse the sooner the dress could come off and her comfy PJ’s could go on. The sooner she could she have a real conversation with Nick. One without the end of the world looming or hiding behind curtains.

She couldn’t wait until she could.

Because she wasn’t pretty sure anymore.

She loved him.

And when this was all over, when the Dark Lord was trapped in the Acheron, she’d tell him.

But she’d be too late.

#nabrina #WIP Wednesday #kind of #fic: behind closed doors #nicholas scratch #sabrina spellman #chilliing adventures of sabrina #part 2

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