Sarah ran up to her baby brother's room to find him sleeping in his crib. She walked to her room and sat on the bed. She looked into her mirror and saw her new friends. She looked upon Sir Didymus' face and she turned her attention to her large friend standing behind her bed. She looked into the mirror waiting for something to appear, but it would not. Not now.
Sarah was jerked up from her bed by the sound of Toby crying from the room across from hers. 'Of course, they're not back to take care of their kids.' She thought to herself as she pulled herself out of her bed and walked across the hall towards the screaming Toby.
She walked into the room and kept the lights off, not wanting to blind either of them. She came to the crib and reached in to lift the baby out. Sarah pulled him to her hip and started bouncing. She placed her finger in front of the infant's face and started cooing and wiggling the appendage. This soon distracted the baby from whatever had scared him.
Every night since her encounter with the labyrinth, she be awoken by the screaming child. She found out by his baby talk that he had seen 'somefing was frying' outside. She had always told him there was nothing for him to be afraid of, and every time he looked at her with a displeased expression. (Me: He is saying, "Bitch u crazay! Remember King Frilly?" That right there is why I dislike Toby. Jk!)
It had taken a while for her to realize that the young boy was intelligent for his age. When she thought back to when he was always crying at anything, however, she concluded he was smarter. She looked down and could have sworn that her baby brother held the same arrogant smile, just like…Jareth. She had never thought about him before. At least she hardly ever recalled his name.
She sighed and placed the now quiet baby back in the crib and raced back to her room. She jumped on her bed and curled into a ball. She automatically was immersed in her memories of her last encounter with the Goblin King. She brought her face down to a pillow at her side and used it to muffle a scream.
He was simply stalling. He could never mean something that heart-felt in his entire life! She sat up and tossed her pillow at the wall angrily. She seemed to miss the mirror and hit something that was traveling through her vanity mirror.
She heard a loud 'Oof!' Come from the other side of her mirror. She reached into the mirror and expected a wrinkled, leathery hand, like from Sir Didymus' or Ludo. Instead, her hand met with a gloved one. She pulled her arm back through, clutching what she had grabbed.
She fell back on her bed when she looked up to see Jareth's arrogant face. She gasped when he placed his hand under her chin, lifted here to her feet, pulled her even closer than they already were.
"Did you miss me, my dear Sarah?" Jareth asked as he moved his face closer to hers.
Before she could reply wittily, she feel backwards onto her bed, shocked into unconsciousness.
Jareth looked down at Sarah's sleeping form. He sighed adubily, then gently sat on the bed next to the girl. He placed his hand under her head and gently moved it towards his leg for a makeshift pillow, not wanting her to wake up with a crick in her neck. The Fae gently sighed as he realized how bad she was going to react when she regained consciousness. "She's rather luckily I'm still here for her." He said quietly to himself.
'Well, it is not as if she will slap me....' He thought to himself with a smirk. The Goblin king sat with the slightly snoring Sarah (like my alliteration?) in his lap. He twisted his covered hand through the air and summoned a crystal ball. He placed the shiny orb in front of his face and gazed deeply into the crystal, looking upon his castle. His mismatched eyes scanned his throne room, searching for any sign of danger, when his eyes widened to see a corner that seemed different, but he couldn't react further when he heard Sarah grumble softly.
He quickly made the orb vanish just before her eyes opened to see the worried look that was on Jareth's face above her.
"Jareth, why would you of all people be worried?" She asked in a surprisingly kind tone, not thinking about anything else other than his expression.
"Me? Well, um...I was worried if you would be angry with me…" He said, thinking she wanted to stay in his lap. A small blush seeped onto the Goblin King's face. The love he had gained for her from her last visit had begun haunting him, sitting in the back of his mind, shouting her name all the time. It never ran out of breathe; it never left him to drink, to sleep, or even go to the bathroom. It had given him no rest until now. With her in his lap, at a hugging distance, close enough to be in his arms, he had peace of mind.
Sarah looked up at the Fae with a confused look on her face, not realizing why she would be angry with him, not noting the pink blush upon his cheeks. She reached her hands up behind her head, when she felt a soft silky fabric. She turned her head away from Jareth to see his knee sitting close to her head.
She quickly sat up and practically jumped from the bed. She turned her head slowly, with a death glare in her eyes, vicious enough to scare anything from the labyrinth any day. She looked straight at Jareth and spoke in a whisper, from behind her clenched teeth.
"Why. Was. My. Head. In. Your. Lap?" She said slowly, but full of anger. The Goblin King shrunk back into the bed, trying to hide his fear of her wanting to never see him again.
"I was, um…I didn't want you to awake with a pain in your neck?" He questioned, hoping it was a good enough excuse. Her face softened under his kindness, only to be brought back to the same expression from just a moment ago.
"Why in the hell do you care? I wake up every night with worse pains just because of your damn labyrinth!" She shouted at him. Jareth rose from the bed and took a step closer to Sarah, grasping her shoulders and turning her to face him better. After she was able to see him clearly, he grabbed her wrist rather forcfully.
"Sarah, I-I had no idea th-that my labyrinth hurt you. I'm-I'm so very, truly s-sorry." He stuttered as his mismatched eyes became uncharacteristically shinny with tears.
She looked at the sad man that stood in front of her, almost in tears. She gently placed her arms around his neck and hugged him softly, keeping them together, but not touching much.
"It's ok, calm down, I'm not in pain. I just get scared. I'll be perfectly fine. Now you, well…I guess we can work on that." She said playfully, pulling away to look him in the eyes. The usually harsh Goblin King bit his lip and nodded his head slowly. Seeing that, Sarah threw herself back around the man and petted his head gently. He slowly began to sob.
The king never felt something so strong take over him before. She said she had been in pain because of him, and he felt his heartbreak for the second time. This was surprisingly worse than when he poured his soul out for her just to be rejected and defeated. He had caused her pain. Not just pain, but emotional pain. Something that made a broken neck seem like a light smack on the wrist, and all because of him. He just broke down and just wanted comfort, a shoulder to cry on, and he got that. From the one person he wanted to hold like that always.
For Sarah, the Poor King's crying wasn't loud or annoying; it was just the silently sobbing where only your shoulders shake. She pulled him to the bed, where he hugged her and sat next to her, twisted around to lay his head on her shoulder. After about an half an hour of the crying and soothing, Jareth's eyes finally dried. She pulled him to arms length and looked into his now red, mismatched eyes.
"Now, can you tell me why you began cry?" She asked playfully. The King looked away shyly, not wanting to answer her question until he had thought of a good excuse. He looked back into her eyes and said the first thing that came to his mind.
"I wanted to test your skills of being a caretaker," He said with a sly grin on his face, "Besides, why would I, The Golblin King, need to cry?" He said with a usual sense of arrogance. Sarah looked at him with an expression of confusion and anger. She opened her mouth to question when a loud knock came to her door.
"Sarah? Are you still awake? I thought I just heard voices. I swear if you have a guy in there…" Her father shouted from the other side of the door. Sarah quickly looked to Jareth just to see him duck under the bed with no sound what so ever.
The girl in question looked back towards the door to reply. "Yeah, Dad, I'm awake. Hold on." She called as she stood up from her bed, looked at the clock and saw it was 2:30 am, and she was still fully clothed. The tired girl let out a large sigh then turned back to look at her bed. Her eyes drifted towards to comforter, which hung over the sides, covering the Fae that was hiding under the bed.
Sarah turned back, made her way to the door, and swung it open to find her father standing there, his glasses sliding of his nose as he leaned on one arm against the frame, with a very distressed face. He leaned forward over her head and looked around the room then returned to the former position and relaxed.
Sarah smiled up at her worried father. "Dad, there's no boy in here. What kind of girl do you think I am, besides I'm too tired for any of that." I just have a Fae king under my bed that almost killed me and kidnapped Toby, she thought to herself of his reaction to that and smiled wider. Robert looked back down at his daughters smirk and became worried again. He pushed his way past her and into the room. The man spun around quickly, taking a surveillance of the room. Eyeing the things around Sarah's large mirror almost caused him to further investigate but he simply ignored it.
"Well, I don't see anything wrong in here. I guess you're off the hook." He said with a sigh to his teenage daughter whose birthday would soon bring her to be 16.
He did not expect his daughter to reply to that. "But you're not." She said firmly to her father's back before he turned around quickly, in shock at his only daughter. "What did you just say to me?" He said anger in his eyes behind his glasses.
"You always leave and don't come back until I should be asleep, then you stroll in here and try to blame me for something! I am almost 16!" Sarah threw her arms up to show her anger at her father. "I'm old enough to not stay home all the time and watch Toby! It's not fair, it's never fair!" Jareth tsked at the young girl from under the bed, still thinking of a good excuse for his crying, not realizing he had given her a fact.
"Fair? Is it fair that I lost your mother? Is it fair that we're already on our second mortgage? Or that you never even try to help us with anything?" Robert screamed at his daughter, almost raising his hand in anger.
"What? Is me staying here almost every night to watch Toby not needed? Cause I certainly won't stay if I'm not needed! And you know why mom left? You were always at work, or doing work at home, or going to parties for your work!" The young girl screamed in her father's face, taking a step forward showing her own ire.
The middle-aged man's patience was long gone at her volume of voice, but when she decided to say things that her father believed were lies, he brought his hand high in the air and pulled it down hard, aiming for his daughter's face. Instead, he felt something grasp his arm, stopping him.
"I'm sorry, sir, but you may not strike any woman especially, this one." Jareth started in a polite tone, but ended with a growl when he came to the fact that Sarah was almost slapped. Robert eyes refocused on the white open poet's shirt directly in front of him, as he tilted his head back to look at the man who had just seemly appeared and was protecting his daughter. Further fear and awe replaced the anger in the man's eyes when he pulled his arm back and saw the height difference between himself and the strange man.
The Fae then stepped forward and pulled a crystal from the air once again. He dropped the orb upon the man's head and let him fall to the floor with a large thud. There came a rustling from downstairs seconds later.
Jareth quickly turned back towards the shocked girl who had just seen her father attempt to hit her and a man she barely knew save her. The Goblin King held his hand out to the girl, offering her to take it. She looked at his palm and back to his face framed by his wild blonde hair. Jareth smiled comfortingly, hoping she would for once make an easy decision.
Sarah looked up and saw his smile, and felt, dare she say safe? The young woman placed her hand in his, hoping that was what he had intended her to do. When she felt the gloved hand wrap around hers softly, she sighed in relief until she was pulled close to the man's chest.
The Fae looked down to see her confused face and simply smiled. He pulled yet another crystal from the aid and slammed it down upon the floor. Sarah felt his arms then wrap around her, as the room spun rapidly beginning to turn into a world with many objects floating.
Sarah pulled her eyes pulled shut tight and tried to hide her face in Jareth's chest when she swore she felt his lips be placed against her head, in a soft quick kiss.