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#449: Siege - Kat Lee - All of Life's a Game - Sabrina the Teenage Witch
Title: All of Life's A Game
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Sabrina the Teenage Witch
Character/Pairing: Salem, Sabrina
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge: #449: Siege
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 713
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"All right, men. She may have laid siege to us. She may have already captured many of you, but not all battles are won by numbers. We have to think smart. We have to think fast. We have to think cunning." His long, black tail swished back and forth and struck again as if punctuating the final word of each sentence. "This war, too," he told his little, red troops, "can be won."
He flashed them a grin. "All wars can be won, of course. You just need the right leader and the right strategy. You have the right leader: You have me. And I always have the right strategy." He purred, grinning to himself.
"Oh, come on already and make your move! This isn't war, Salem!"
"Every battle is another in a long war, Sabrina. You have much to learn, little Witch."
"Really? Looks like I'm the one beating your furry tail!"
His ebony shoulders rolled in a muscular shrug. "For now, purrhaps. It would appear you've learned much from your aunt Zelda."
"Are you kidding? Zelda wouldn't touch this!"
"Of course not. She always has to wage war more smartly than any of her opponents."
"I already told you this isn't war!"
"All battles are part of the war of life, Sabrina."
Sabrina rolled her eyes. "You are so full of it! Now make your move!"
"Soon. First, I have to finish talking courage into my men. We are few in number. That much is true, men." He turned around and padded carefully back down the direct line over which he had just come. "But she can still be taken. Wars have been won with fewer men than we."
"You're not even a man! And this just proves my point!" Sabrina pouted as she waited impatiently for Salem to make his move. "I can't say much," she grumbled. "You may be crazy, but I'm the one talking to a cat and playing -- "
"I'll have you know felines are of a far superior intellect than the mortal race. We especially best those little friends of yours with whom you wanted to go see a movie, and just what kind of movie is My Alien Boyfriend Ate My Brains, any way?"
"A fun one," she retorted, sticking out her tongue at him. "It's a lot more fun than playing with you on a Saturday afternoon."
"Give me some catnip and a little time, and you'll have the best weekend of your life, doll."
"Is that supposed to be a come on line?"
"You wish."
"I wish you'd make your move already."
"Be patient, little Witch. You might not like it when I do."
"Really, Salem? Look at my side of the board. Now look at yours. And look -- "
She paused as Salem finally did make his move. His little, black paw carefully moved his men around on the board, and Sabrina's mouth fell open when he toppled her queen. "King me, baby."
"That's checkers. This is chess."
"Either way, my dearrr," he purred, "you're beaten. Like I was trying to tell you, Sabrina, look at every battle within life as another of your ongoing war. Then your desire to win will lead you to the true path of victory." His tail swished. He sat up proudly. "Now where's the catnip, baby?" he purred.
She dropped a small, plastic bag on top of his head. He nudged it, and tiny, green leaves fell out and sprinkled onto his soft, black fur. He inhaled deeply. "Ah. That's a happy cat." He rolled onto his back as she rolled her eyes again.
"I should've known better than to play with you!"
"Really?" he queried, batting at the leaves. "Why is that? Because you know my intellect is superior to your own?"
"No," she answered, "because I know you'll do anything for catnip." Her smile finally won out, however, and she stroked his fur. She might have wanted to have spent the afternoon with her friends, but she was still with one at least. Salem was right about one thing, at least, she thought, listening to him purr: There were far worse ways to spend a Saturday afternoon than playing chess with her cat and listening to his old war stories. She wondered how many of them were actually true but knew without asking that she'd never know for sure.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Sabrina the Teenage Witch
Character/Pairing: Salem, Sabrina
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge: #449: Siege
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 713
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"All right, men. She may have laid siege to us. She may have already captured many of you, but not all battles are won by numbers. We have to think smart. We have to think fast. We have to think cunning." His long, black tail swished back and forth and struck again as if punctuating the final word of each sentence. "This war, too," he told his little, red troops, "can be won."
He flashed them a grin. "All wars can be won, of course. You just need the right leader and the right strategy. You have the right leader: You have me. And I always have the right strategy." He purred, grinning to himself.
"Oh, come on already and make your move! This isn't war, Salem!"
"Every battle is another in a long war, Sabrina. You have much to learn, little Witch."
"Really? Looks like I'm the one beating your furry tail!"
His ebony shoulders rolled in a muscular shrug. "For now, purrhaps. It would appear you've learned much from your aunt Zelda."
"Are you kidding? Zelda wouldn't touch this!"
"Of course not. She always has to wage war more smartly than any of her opponents."
"I already told you this isn't war!"
"All battles are part of the war of life, Sabrina."
Sabrina rolled her eyes. "You are so full of it! Now make your move!"
"Soon. First, I have to finish talking courage into my men. We are few in number. That much is true, men." He turned around and padded carefully back down the direct line over which he had just come. "But she can still be taken. Wars have been won with fewer men than we."
"You're not even a man! And this just proves my point!" Sabrina pouted as she waited impatiently for Salem to make his move. "I can't say much," she grumbled. "You may be crazy, but I'm the one talking to a cat and playing -- "
"I'll have you know felines are of a far superior intellect than the mortal race. We especially best those little friends of yours with whom you wanted to go see a movie, and just what kind of movie is My Alien Boyfriend Ate My Brains, any way?"
"A fun one," she retorted, sticking out her tongue at him. "It's a lot more fun than playing with you on a Saturday afternoon."
"Give me some catnip and a little time, and you'll have the best weekend of your life, doll."
"Is that supposed to be a come on line?"
"You wish."
"I wish you'd make your move already."
"Be patient, little Witch. You might not like it when I do."
"Really, Salem? Look at my side of the board. Now look at yours. And look -- "
She paused as Salem finally did make his move. His little, black paw carefully moved his men around on the board, and Sabrina's mouth fell open when he toppled her queen. "King me, baby."
"That's checkers. This is chess."
"Either way, my dearrr," he purred, "you're beaten. Like I was trying to tell you, Sabrina, look at every battle within life as another of your ongoing war. Then your desire to win will lead you to the true path of victory." His tail swished. He sat up proudly. "Now where's the catnip, baby?" he purred.
She dropped a small, plastic bag on top of his head. He nudged it, and tiny, green leaves fell out and sprinkled onto his soft, black fur. He inhaled deeply. "Ah. That's a happy cat." He rolled onto his back as she rolled her eyes again.
"I should've known better than to play with you!"
"Really?" he queried, batting at the leaves. "Why is that? Because you know my intellect is superior to your own?"
"No," she answered, "because I know you'll do anything for catnip." Her smile finally won out, however, and she stroked his fur. She might have wanted to have spent the afternoon with her friends, but she was still with one at least. Salem was right about one thing, at least, she thought, listening to him purr: There were far worse ways to spend a Saturday afternoon than playing chess with her cat and listening to his old war stories. She wondered how many of them were actually true but knew without asking that she'd never know for sure.
The End