Fandom: Sabrina the Teenage Witch
Pairing: Sabrina/Libby
Rating: PG

Disclaimer: This is a not-for-profit work of fiction, based on the television series created by Nell Scovell, which is the copyright of Viacom Productions Inc.
Notes: Based on 'Dream Date' (1/6) written by Rachel Lipman and using dialogue from it.

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Libby and Sasha were busy tacking up a poster advertising the Harvest Moon Dance in the cafeteria as Jenny and Sabrina looked on.

"Are you going?" asked Jenny.

"Well, I was kinda hoping that Harvey would ask me. But he hasn't," Sabrina said with a resigned sigh.

"Why can't you ask him?"

"I, um..."

"Hey, Harvey, over here!" Jenny yelled, as the object of the conversation came in view.

Harvey smiled as he approached his friends. "Thanks for waving, or I might not have spotted you sitting at the table where we always sit."

"So, do you have plans for the dance? Ooops! Gotta run," said Jenny, suddenly taking off to leave them alone.

"Where's she off to?"

"No idea. So, you were saying about the dance?" Sabrina enquired.

"I probably won't go. School dances are not my thing. How about you?"

"I haven't made any plans," Sabrina said hopefully. But before he could respond Libby arrived.

"Hi, Harvey, can I borrow a finger?" He dutifully offered his digit as she tied up the neck of a red balloon. "And, by the way, Harvey, I was thinking you and I could go to the dance together, okay?"

"Okay," he said meekly.

"Great. Thanks for helping," said Libby, aiming a smirk of triumph at Sabrina before leaving to get on with the decorations.

Sabrina was annoyed. "Okay? I thought you said school dances weren't your thing?"

"They're not. I panicked. I have a hard time saying no. I really should work on that."

Back at the house, in her bedroom, Sabrina flipped through her spellbook.

"Aunt Zelda, is there an assertiveness spell in here?"

"Aren't you assertive enough?"

"Not me, Harvey."

"Oh. Why?"

"Why is it always twenty questions round here? Okay, I want to give Harvey the power to say no." Zelda raised a quizzical eyebrow. "To Libby. She asked him to the dance and because he can't say no he said yes."

"So why didn't you ask him first?" said Hilda, joining in the conversation.

"Oh, don't you start, that's what Jenny said."

"And what did you tell her?"

"That I lost my nerve. Anyway, it looks like I'm gonna have to sit this dance out."

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear," said Zelda. "Still, there's always next time."

As the aunts went downstairs, Hilda had a thought. "I have an idea, we have a box of man dough, let's whip up a dream date for Sabrina." Zelda agreed and together they set off for the kitchen.

"Do you mind, I'm busy staring into space," Salem complained, as Zelda shooed him off the table.

"Well, do it elsewhere," she said. "We've got work to do."

Working together, they quickly rolled out a rough body, covered it with a sheet and set the timer. Twenty minutes later, after being called, Sabrina arrived in the kitchen just as the timer went ping.

"Man's done!" The aunts said in unison.

"What's this?"

"We've made you a dream date out of man dough," said Hilda.

Sabrina looked at the empty packet then at the table. "You've set me up with the Pillsbury dough boy? That's not a dream, it's a nightmare."

"Why don't you take a look and see?"

Sabrina peeked under the sheet, then pulled it off altogether, revealing a naked figure. There lay an attractive dark-haired girl of similar height and build. She sat up, swivelled her legs off the table and smiled at Sabrina.

"Man dough?"

Hilda looked at the box. "We should have checked this. This dough has expired. The male hormones have a limited life, and without them..."

"You get a girl," Zelda completed, draping the sheet around young woman's naked form.

"Great. Well, what now?" asked Sabrina.

"I say we go dancing," said the girl, slipping off the table. "I'm hot to trot."

"Whoah there! Not like that you're not." Sabrina pointed her finger and in a a flash the girl was clothed in a short pastel-blue party dress that showed off every curve.

"Nice," approved the girl. "Is that your outfit?" she asked, noting Sabrina's plain jeans and t-shirt combo.

"No, it isn't," said Hilda, and zapped Sabrina into a similarly flattering dress.

"Okay you two," said Zelda, "go and have fun, but remember that, er..."

"Jo, you can call me Jo."

"Jo has a limited lifespan. It should be four hours, but in the circumstances it could be a lot less."

"When she begins to cough and shed flour it's time to go," Hilda advised.

"Hey, right here!" the girl complained.

"Sorry, Jo, that's just the way it is," said Hilda. "But you can do a lot in four hours," she added. Then reacting to Zelda's disapproving look explained her meaning, "A lot of dancing that is."

"Got it," said Sabrina with an amused expression, knowing exactly what she meant, "a lot of dancing."

As they walked to the school together, Jo asked some questions.

"You're a pretty girl, why no date for the dance?"

Sabrina grimaced. "Well, there was someone, but someone else got there first."

"Ah, and you were going with me to make him jealous?"

"You make that sound like a bad thing."

Jo laughed. "No. I just don't think your plan's going to work with me."

"You could be right about that," Sabrina replied with a grin.

Barely had they entered the redecorated cafeteria when a strangely excited Jenny came up meet them.

"Hi, Sabrina, so you decided to come after all, who's this?"

"Jenny, this is my cousin, Jo."

"Cousin Jo, I'm best friend Jenny," said Jenny, vigorously shaking Jo's hand for far too long.

"It's the tartrazine in the squash," Sabrina explained. "She always gets hyper after a couple of glasses."

"You want some? We've got two flavours, orange and red."

"I'll have red," said Jo.

"Orange for me," declared Sabrina.

Jenny went off and Sabrina scanned the crowd in search of Harvey.

"Is that him?" asked Jo, following Sabrina's line of sight to the line of chairs on other side of the room.

"Oh yes, and that's her."

"She's seen us, and she doesn't look happy."

"Here you are!" Jenny interrupted.

"Thanks, Jenny," said Sabrina. She took a sip of the drink and shuddered. As Jenny had said it tasted of orange, but not the fruit, the colour. "So, what's Harvey been doing?" she asked.

"Apart from looking miserable, not much. Libby has been too busy holding court in the popular corner to bother with him." As if on cue, Libby suddenly pounced on Harvey, dragged him to his feet and began to dance with him. "Have you noticed? She can't take her eyes off you."

"No," Sabrina contradicted, "it's Jo she's looking at."

"Well then," said Jo, "let's give her something to look at."

And with that, Jo passed the drinks back to Jenny, swept Sabrina into her arms and began a fast tango-like routine that quickly had everyone mesmerised. As the music ended, Jo dipped Sabrina backwards and planted a smouldering kiss on her lips that drew gasps from the crowd. But as she pulled Sabrina upright the coughing began and they both knew what that meant.

"Gotta go," said Jo, and all but ran to the exit, leaving Sabrina as the centre of attention. So she decided to follow Jo's example and dashed out of the room after her.

Following the trail of flour took her outside to where Jo had literally disappeared into thin air. She sighed and sat down on the low wall to gather her thoughts. How was she going to explain this to Harvey?

"Girlfriend run out on you?" asked a familiar voice. Libby had followed her, but not to mock it seemed.

"Kinda," replied Sabrina, "her time was up."

"I think you were very brave to come out like that," Libby said unexpectedly, taking a seat next to her.

"But I... You do? You're okay with... that?"

Libby nodded. "Have you been together long?" she asked.

"No. It's not what you think. We're not a couple. It was kind of a joke my cousin played on me."

"Oh," said Libby, clearly disappointed, "so you're not...?"

"But you are?" Sabrina counter-questioned.

Libby nodded and suddenly everything Libby had said and done made sense to Sabrina. Just then, the sound of Van Morrison's 'Moondance' began to drift out of the open door and into the night.

"Wanna dance?" Sabrina asked, offering her hand. Libby took it and smiled. They stood up and stood close, moving slowly together as the words of the song washed over them.

Well it's a marvellous night for a moondance With the stars up above in your eyes A fantabulous night to make romance 'Neath the cover of October skies And all the leaves on the trees are falling To the sound of the breezes that blow And I'm trying to please to the calling Of your heart-strings that play soft and low You know the night's magic Seems to whisper and hush And all the soft moonlight Seems to shine in your blush...

And then they stopped dancing and started kissing and touching instead.

Well I wanna make love to you tonight I can't wait till the morning has come And I know now the time is just right And straight into my arms you will run And when you come my heart will be waiting To make sure that you're never alone There and then all my dreams will come true dear There and then I will make you my own And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside And I know how much you want me that, you can't hide...

"Sabrina, would you...?"

Libby's incomplete question was answered with a kiss that could only mean "yes".

And the moon smiled down on them both.

The End.