Disclaimer: I don't know the goblin King. I don't know Sarah. I don't own the labyrinth. And I don't have my very own Goblin. Though that would be radically awesome.
Sarah's POV
Sarah fell down backwards on to her bed. She had barely opened her eyes after the play practice, or as Toby so recklessly called it, 'recital'. Her friend had driven her home, and not a moment to soon either. She didn't even bother to unmake the bed. The minute she had locked her door, her flats had fallen off, and she had put her hair up in a (pitiful) ponytail. She closed her eyes and was almost asleep.
He gave you time.
She sat straight up, as though she had just had a shot of black coffee. Where did that come from?
He gave you time.
She sighed, knowing she wouldn't be able to sleep now. She hadn't thought of him, of then, of that, in forever. Okay, well, a month anyway. But that had seemed like forever. To her anyway. She dug through her notes of the play she was acting in. There was his face, up in the top right hand corner of everything she wrote down. She started to panic. How many people saw this? Did anyone notice? They better not have, but what if they did?
He gave you time.
No, that's not right. She argued with herself. He said that he reordered time for me. She stood up and walked into the kitchen. Then she saw it.
It sat there on the counter, shiny and silver. It looked like a bracelet. There was a note underneath. She barely glanced at the thing. She'd look at it later. She'd wear it, most likely. Forever. Probably. If she liked it. Which she probably would. She sighed and looked at the old looking parchment paper. Hello Sarah, it started. Actually, it started;
Hello Sarah,
How are you? Everyone here has missed you, and I do mean everyone. Do you like my gift? Ahh, I know you well enough to know that you haven't looked at it yet. I can wait, don't worry.
Sarah sighed, and stopped reading the letter. She had a moment where she paused and wondered if he was watching her now, but if he could watch her now, he could watch her anytime-she wouldn't think that. She reached over and picked up the bracelet. Engraved to the inside was I give you time. She laughed, because she hadn't heard a worse pun. She turned it over to see the clock face, and gasped. It was exactly like the one in the Labyrinth. It went one to thirteen. The numbers, the coloring-it was all exactly the same. Did he know what this would do to her? She thought, infuriated. But, she loved it. She really, really did. It was, well, perfect. That was the only way to describe it. It was everything she expected about him, of him. She smiled as she put it on and picked up the letter.
Do you like it? I do hope so. I had it made especially for you. Be well, Sarah.
Sincerely,
The Goblin King
She smiled and hugged the letter. She missed him. Not of course, that she would admit it. Not of course, that she should. But it showed. She smiled as she stumbled back into her bedroom and as she fell back onto the bed as dreams of Goblin Kings. (or a goblin king and his goblins.)
Jareth's POV
Jareth, however, was not sleeping, was not dreaming, and was not anywhere near his nice comfortable bed. He was pacing. He was frowning. And he was in his throne room. With goblins. Lots and Lots of goblins. One of them named Nat, and he wasn't the stupidest. But with the competition here, finding the stupidest would be hard. Jareth sighed and paced again.
And then he pulled out his crystal. He turned it this way and then looked into it and he saw her. She was asleep-not that he expected more. It had been a long day for her, rehearsing for whatever hours. Her luxurious dark hair was pulled up in a makeshift ponytail. There was a soft smile on her face and her lashes touched her cheeks. She was wearing a Sarah-like outfit. Sure, some things had changed, but not much. She was wearing a white t-shirt and a white vest. She was wearing jeans and, much to his amusement, Tinkerbelle socks. He didn't see any jewelry-wait, there it was! She was wearing it! She liked it! She did!
This is impossible. He shouldn't think like that. He of all people shouldn't think like that. A little voice(maybe not so little) at the back of his mind(maybe not the back) still screamed, "But she liked it! She's wearing it!" He listened to it and danced a little. And sang a little. Okay, maybe more than a little. But she liked it!
The goblins danced around too. And drank. And then they sang. The next thing they knew they were upside down over the bog of eternal stench. And Jareth had stopped dancing. But that was okay. He was still happy. Kind of.
Now that he had some sort of quiet, he paused and thought. He had to give her something else. Something better. Prettier. That she'd like more. A lot more. What could he give her though…
He could give her a goblin, but that's not better, and definitely not prettier, though she (Insert eye roll here) would like it. So that was definitely out. He thought some more. Well, he reasoned, I could give her a crystal. It's prettier. And better. But. Would she like it? She had seemed insulted before, and she must not have forgotten her last trip with the crystal. So, no crystal. But oh, the dreams… He could give her the dreams. Her dreams were better. And probably prettier. But she might be mad. No dream-giving.
"Till the world falls down…" he sang softly. He wanted her to think of him. He thought back to the first meeting. He frowned. Their only meeting. Then the idea hit him. Or maybe that was the goblin that fell. But the idea was there. He would give her jewelry. She'd love it! And for this next gift, what could he give her? He thought about their first meeting again. And started to smile.
"oh Nat, I've a job for you…"
"Nat in here!"
He looked over at the bog. "Oh. Right. Sorry. You'll be set free in a minute…"
"No!" a chorus of goblin screamed. "Anything but that!"
"How about you are here in a moment?" he snapped his fingers and they were there in front of him. "Nat, I need you to make something very, very special. It's for Sarah."
Nat's eyes grew wide. "You want Nat to make something for Lady Sarah?"
"I'll take that as a yes." he said. "Now Nat, I need you to make something very delicate for her. I'll paint it, but I need you to make a small, thin necklace-silver I think-and a small owl charm. Make it something pretty. No, not just pretty-make it amazingly astoundingly charmingly beautiful." He watched satisfied as Nat scurried away.
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