A/N – Hi all! I'm excited to get started on this fic. Hopefully, I'll actually finish this one. I guess it depends on how well I think I'm doing, your reviews will definitely help with that. Critiques are much appreciated.I hope you guys love this one!
I do not own any characters from the movie "Labyrinth," I do on the other hand, own this story and Carmon.
So without further ado:
Chapter ONE – "Drunken Nights Lead to Rude Awakenings" of the story "Falling"
Chapter ONE
Drunken Nights Lead to Rude Awakenings
Sarah giggled and stumbled down the street with three of her best girl friends. Her head was buzzing, and her body was warm inside and out even though the early morning air was a nice cool temperature. Sarah's laugh could be heard clearly above the others as her friends sang to her. Sarah had of course gotten drunk before, a few college parties here and there, but this was a night to celebrate, she had finally reached twenty-one.
The birthday party slowly wandered to stop in front of the small red brick building that Sarah had been living in for the past three years. "This is my stop girls." Sarah's words slurred as she pulled herself up the few stairs that led to her front door and fumbled for her keys. Her friends all smiled back at her as they started to continue their way down the street and Sarah heard them in unison slur back to her one last happy birthday wish along with "good night"s and "love you"s.
With a smile and a sigh she leaned against her door trying several times to fit her key into the lock without any successes. Just as she was starting to get frustrated with the procedure the key slipped into the lock with metallic clicks, and with one more clack she turned the key and door knob and the door swung open.
Sarah sighed with the comfort of her covers, both warm and cool around her greeting her to the morning; she let her fingers smooth over the silky soft comforter. She loved the feeling of the warm sun pouring in through the window and the clean sheets and soft mattress under her. She hadn't had such a great night sleep in so long; it must have been all the booze last night, she smiled to herself. The world slowly started to come into her reality as her mind started to wake itself up, but she decided to keep her eyes closed to try and hold onto her dreams from last night just a little longer, an even bigger smile formed on her face. But that wasn't long lived as her brain started to realize that her mattress didn't quite sit as usual, and that there was an unusual noise in her room, someone other then her breathing, and last and the very much not least of all, the heat in the bed next to her. For a moment she wasn't sure what to do, but her eyes were open now. Before she could figure out what the next step was Sarah felt the weight next to her shift and move closer to her, and the heat become slightly more intense. Sarah let out a yelp as she felt another person's hand run smoothly along her side. She felt someone else's breath on the back of her neck, and there was a soft chuckle in her ear that was familiar and yet set far back in the depths of her memory. Her body up to this point had been frozen, trying to figure out what to do, but now all she could do was move, and move as fast as she could.
Sarah didn't know, and frankly didn't care, how she got to the other end of the room as quickly as she did. Her green eyes grew larger as they landed on the man in her bed. She couldn't believe that she could be awake. It just wasn't possible, because Jareth, obviously naked under her covers in her bed, just didn't happen in reality. She stood there looking at him smirking at her for a moment in silence, until he finally broke it, "Well good morning to you too. I've never had a woman wake up with me like that before. You seem to always keep me on my toes Sarah." She was now concerned about her hallucinations talking to her. Again, they sat there in silence for another few seconds until she realized that this was no hallucination. Sarah leaned back against the wall; it was cool and calming against her naked skin.
"Are you going to come back to bed Sarah?" Jareth asked her with that same smirk as his eyes rolled over her body. She went ridged once more as she realized that she was standing completely stark naked in front of him. Another yelp left Sarah's mouth as she pulled a throw off of the near by chair and covered herself. Her eyes started to quickly move around the room, what she found made her heart start to pump faster then it had been a minuet ago, she was sure that she was going to have a heart attack. Her bra was partly hidden under the bed, his boots next to it, Jareth's shirt dangled off of a near by lamp, her jeans were in a crumpled pile on the wooden floor – she tightly shut her eyes, she'd seen enough. But she just couldn't get the image of the naked Jareth in her bed out of her head.
She jumped when she heard the wood floor creek, oh no, he was getting out of bed! This was not good. Sarah opened her eyes as she felt Jareth lean over her, placing his hand against the wall, now she was stuck. She looked up into his mismatch eyes, trying to keep her vision from wandering. "What's wrong Sarah?" She felt his warm breath on her check and ear once more as he leaned down, his lips brushed against her check.
"What are you doing!?" She finally found her voice.
Jareth, surprising Sarah, actually leaned back slightly, looking at her in what looked to her like question. "What am I doing? What are you talking about?"
"Oh, my God," Sarah let out breathlessly, but before she could let out any other words her phone began to ring. She slipped out from under Jareth's arm and made her way through the small house, still making sure to clutch the throw close to her body. Jareth let his arm down as she left the room watching her go in bewilderment. She walked quickly over the hard wood floors following the sound of her ringtone. She finally found the phone on the floor in the living room scattered along with other items that had poured out of her bag from last night, also on the floor. Sarah flipped open her phone, "Hello?"
"Sarah!" That was the only thing that Sarah could hear blaring out of the phone as her step mother screamed and cried into the phone.
"Mom, mom slow down… what's going on?" Sarah tried to calm Karen who was on the other end. She and Karen had never gotten along great but they got along well enough. Over the last few years they had eventually come to some understandings about one another. There was a pause on the line and the only sound was Karen slightly sobbing, "Toby, he's missing… Have you seen him, has he come by? I called him this morning to come down to breakfast and he didn't come down and I called and called and – No one's seen him. All his of his things are still here, all the doors were stilled locked this morning! I don't know how this could have happened, OH Sarah!" Sarah sat there listening to her stepmother get more and more out of control again.
"No, I haven't seen him. Have you called the police?"
"Yes of course I've called the police! I just don't know what to do Sarah!"
"I'll keep and eye out for him, I'll make sure my phone is always on me. Don't worry Mom, we'll find him. He'll come home." Sarah kept calm; she hoped that it would keep Karen a little calm. "I love you guys, I'll do everything I can here, and once I hear something I'll let you know."
"Oh thank you Sarah!" Karen continued to cry but hung up the phone.
Sarah closed her phone and sat thinking for a second until her heard bare feet lightly slapping on the wood floor in the hall behind her. She turned around to see Jareth walking out of her room, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw the look she was giving him. She stalked towards him with a look Jareth knew should have killed him, at least twice. He had no choice but to back up into her room, or else he was sure she was going to rip him apart. "YOU!" Sarah growled at him. "YOU! Where did you take HIM this time!?"
"What are you talking about!?" Jareth growled back, "Are you bloody fucking mad woman!"
The two stood their yelling at each other, "Where did you take my brother, Toby! He's missing! That was Karen on the phone, she can't find him."
"Why would I take him? Sarah, taking children is a job, not a joy. Besides I never take children unless I'm asked to!"
"You're the only person that would take him! How am I supposed to know it wasn't you Jareth? I haven't seen you for more then seven years, and here you are on the morning that my brother ends up missing, what am I supposed to think?!" Sarah was practically on her toes just to scream in his face.
Jareth stopped and smirked, "Sarah, it wasn't me, it couldn't have been me. I was here, with you all night, you don't remember?"
"Oh, God." Sarah stumbled back and sat on the edge of her bed. She started to remember flashes of the night before: she had stumbled into her home and leaned back against the door shutting it with her weight. She was making her way to her much wanted bedroom and soft mattress when she had stumbled into something solid, giggling she looked up and found that it was not a wall as she had thought. She gasped in terror as she looked up to a dark figure; she had figured that it was someone in the process of robbing her place. She remembered backing up again into the door and letting out a small cry. She was sure she was about to pass out when Jareth had said her name softly, that's when she had dropped her bag, its contents scattering everywhere. From there she remembered that kiss, and remembered pieces of frantic removable of clothing. "Oh, boy…" Sarah quietly murmured and shook the memory out of her head before it could continue, she didn't want to remember any more. "Then your Goblins must have taken him."
"Sarah, I had nothing to do with it, you have my word. Why would I have any reason to take him? Like I said I do not take children unless I am asked. " His voice was calm but stern.
Sarah knew that he wasn't lying, maybe it was because of the way he had kissed her last – no, no, no, don't go there. Perhaps Toby just ran away? No, that wasn't like Toby at all, her eight year old brother loved his home and he would never worry Karen like that, he wouldn't worry anyone like that. She looked up to the unearthly Fae standing in front of her. Sarah sat in pondering for a few minuets, "Jareth, why are you still here? Go home."
"What do you mean?" He knew exactly what she meant he just wanted to hear her say it. See if she could lie to herself.
"Last night was a mistake, go home." Sarah slid back onto the bed and lay back on the covers looking up at the ceiling.
"Sarah," His voice was forceful. "Last night was not a mistake." She felt his weight on the bed, Oh God he was starting to crawl on top of her. She felt his hands slide up her arms and pin down her wrists, she tried not to flinch hoping that would get him to leave easier then arguing with him. "You wanted last night just as much as I did," His words brushed against her ear and his body pressed against hers. "if not more." The next thing Sarah knew he was gone, his weight that had been on top of her had just vanished. She sat up slowly and looked around; Jareth was gone along with his clothes that had been scattered around the room. This was not a good morning for her.
Jareth kicked open the door to his thrown room grumbling and cursing. He kicked a goblin aside and the rest ran from his path. "I can't believe her! She invites me into her bed then…. She hasn't changed... Ungrateful... Maturity level of a…" His rants went up and down in volume and intensity. He threw himself into his chair and tried to calm himself.
"Jareth." He heard the blonde whisper into his ear as her hand started to wander over and down his shoulder and chest. Jareth didn't have enough energy all he could do was roll his eyes; this was not a time that he wanted to deal with her. "And where in the Underground have you been all night? When you didn't come in to warm my bed, I came to keep yours warm but you weren't there." Her voice was soft and sultry laughing in his ear, her lips brushed against his skin teasing.
"It's none of your concern Carmon." Jareth said dully, he was too tiered to try and pry her hands off of him, so he let her roam.
"Well, fine then." Carmon playfully sounded hurt. "By the way, there's a letter that's been waiting for you. It looks pretty important." She handed him a small folded piece of thick and heavy parchment. Jareth broke the wax seal on the front and unfolded the letter:
"I have the child."
That was all it said. As soon as he had read the black scrawled letters it burst into flame and become nothing.
"Fancy." Was all that Carmon said, Jareth on the other hand said nothing and his heart skipped a beat and then started again in double time. This was not a good morning for him.
