AN - Thanks for taking the time to read. Part of the 100 Themes Challenge for the Jareth/Bowie Fangirl Harem. Basically you choose a number from a list of 100 themes and then write something about the prompt that relates to it. I'm planning on doing a theme a chapter, I'm even contemplating continuing with this storyline so chapters would be related, I'll see how I get on or if this first part is well received!

Just to say, anyone reading from outside of the UK, we spell some words differently here (colour not color etc). But as Sarah's an American I've tried to use the correct terms where she's concerned (trash instead of rubbish etc).

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Labyrinth characters etc etc.


No. 31 - Flowers

Up until this week, Henry had really been enjoying his job. Granted he was only a delivery guy, the pay wasn't great, parking could be a bitch and today he'd had to climb up five flights of stairs, but cheesy as it sounded he'd really felt like he was delivering some happiness – judging from the responses he usually got and job satisfaction was important to him.

Until this week.

He pitied the poor lovesick fool that was trying to crack his one; everyday for the past week he'd delivered the most exquisite flower bouquets to the very pretty – but obviously insane – brunette that lived behind the door he currently stood in front of.

If he was the one sending them he'd have given up and moved on days ago, whatever the guy had done flowers definitely weren't working. She'd refused to open the door to him yesterday, which he supposed was better than Wednesday when she threw the flowers back at him, or Tuesday when she'd pulled the heads off and stamped them into the ground or Monday when the redhead with the accent had pushed him up against the wall demanding information about the sender – then tried to slip him her number.

Well today, he was just going to leave them by the door, knock, then run for his life and if he showed up for work tomorrow and had to deliver her more flowers – he was quitting…


"Don't open it!" The brunette in question yelled.

"Oh Sarah – what did you get today, wonder if it's still the same delivery man or do you think we've scared him off like last the last two?" Lucy laughed opening the door to the outside hallway.

"Well, I'm glad you're still finding this funny – don't you dare bring those in here!" Sarah called out after her.

"Why ever not?" her friend replied now appearing with a large dark mass of cellophane and stems.

"Well, for a start we're completely out of vases" Sarah stated sarcastically.

"Sweetie, we ran out of vases weeks ago – Ooh, 'Mr Mystery' has really out-done himself this time, you have to see these ones – I've never seen flowers like them."

"You said that last yesterday."

Lucy continued anyway. "Yes but, for a start they're black, I mean really black, not just a dark shade of red or purple… I didn't think that was even possible. And they're… they're all glittery and I'm not talking tacky seasonal flower glittery either, it's actually part of the petals, it doesn't rub off – look – these must have cost a fortune."

Sarah cast a glance in the little redhead's direction; she was holding out a large rose, while rubbing the black petals between her fingers. If there was anyone who knew about expensive things it was Lucinda, she'd moved to the US from the UK two years ago when her parents had split up and her father's monthly contribution to the rent was the only reason they weren't bunking up in dorms right now. She'd been given the finest things money could buy except for maybe the one thing she truly craved – parental love.

A psychiatrist would have a field day with her.

"Just put them in the trash." Sarah replied.

"You know for a stalker, he has impeccable taste – even the 'trust-fund boys' couldn't afford to send all these… so they probably came from someone much older than us."

"By a few centuries at least." Sarah murmured quietly.

They'd started arriving three weeks ago on her twenty-first birthday and everyday since. Though she'd had her suspicions from day one, initially she'd felt flattered and intrigued but as the days progressed and the bouquets got more and more unusual, elaborate, and generally 'otherworldly' she'd started to doubt if such flowers even really existed. Until a bunch showed up that contained delicate little white blooms that she knew were real because she'd seen them once before – at the time they were weaving their way up around a stonewall and large wooden gates…

Now she could no longer deny to herself who the sender was.

"Have you waited on any attractive rich guys lately at the coffee shop? I know! What if they're from one of your college profs, you got that A+ for your last assignment?"

"Stop it! They are NOT from one of my college Professors." Sarah stormed.

"For your sake I hope not, comb-overs and cardigans would be a real passion killer – I could always try roughing-up the delivery guy again?" Lucy asked hopefully, her blue eyes flashing with mischief.

"Lucy!" Sarah snorted, trying not to laugh.

"Well, we need to find out who wants to get into those iron-cast knickers of yours, it might be the only action you get this semester."

"Well at least I wear underwear." Sarah shot back with a smile.

"Well maybe Miss Williams, that's the problem."

"Lucinda Hamilton-Jones you have no shame!"

"None" she said handing Sarah the roses. "But if it makes you feel better we could always try ramming these down the garbage disposal unit again?"

Laughing they headed for the kitchen, the glittery petals catching Sarah's eye, they really were quite something; maybe it wouldn't hurt to keep just one…


Jareth viewed the scene through his crystal, the flowers obviously weren't working – did he need to make it even more obvious that they were from him?

He'd been uncharacteristically patient, waiting until she was considered of age before recommencing the courtship, however he conceded, perhaps he was being a tad excessive but he had started to feel like time was running out. He'd witnessed some of the antics that redheaded harlot got Sarah involved with and he would not have HIS green-eyed little minx corrupted by anyone else but him!

He contemplated the scene in the crystal again, maybe it had been a mistake to try something new where Sarah was concerned, perhaps he should stick to tried and tested methods – like stealing her brother again?

He did so enjoy a challenge…


Henry knocked on the door and waited anxiously, what the hell was he doing back here again he thought eyeing the large cellophane wrapped basket in front of him – he sure hoped that she liked fruit a lot better than she did flowers!


AN - Thanks for reading! What did you think?