Author's Note: This is my very first fanfic! I hope you enjoy. Oh, and I
don't own Jareth, Sarah, Hoggle, Didymus, Toby, the Labyrinth, blah, blah,
blibbity-blob.
MOTHER'S DAY
By Morwenna Caddy
CHAPTER ONE: AFTER THE LABYRINTH
Sarah went through the motions of having a fantastic time at her post- Labyrinth party in her bedroom. Everyone she'd met through-out her adventures was there, save one. All were accounted for except the one whom she didn't want to think about. Why was it that whenever she did think about him, her heart felt heavy? She'd won, hadn't she? After all, he was the bad guy. Wasn't he? "Stop it, Sarah Williams," she thought to herself. "It's party-time with my friends and I'm not going to waste a moment of it." Yet she couldn't help glancing out the window every few seconds to look for a fluttering of white wings.
Amid thoughts of the Goblin King, Sarah was also distracted from joining in with the merry-making by thoughts of her step-mother. "How can I relax and get into the spirit of things if I'm worried about Karen overhearing us?" she grumbled. "What if I don't hear her coming home? She might come into my room and see me with my friends. And even if they do leave in time, I'm going to get into so much trouble for the mess they're making. Oh, why won't she ever let me have any fun?" Frowning, Sarah remembered the last time she had her two best friends in her room for a little impromptu get-together. "I was so embarrassed by the way she burst into my room and humiliated me in front of my friends, yelling at me like that. I hate her!"
"Oh, I give up!" she cried. Frustrated, she grabbed a balloon and dug her nails into it until it popped, startling a few assorted goblins. "You guys, I appreciate what you're doing for me, but I'm just not in the party mood right now. Will you please leave?" Hoggle, clearly startled, looked quite hurt, and the rest of the group vanished one by one.
"As you wish, my lady," said Sir Didymus, bowing low and sweeping his cap to the ground before vanishing.
Finally no one was left in the room with Sarah but Hoggle, who was standing in stony silence. "Please don't feel bad, Hoggle," Sarah told him. "I just need to be alone right now. I'll call you later when I need you, OK?" Sarah bent forward to give the little guy a parting hug, but realized she was alone when her arms embraced thin air.
"Well, that wasn't very nice of me," she thought, smiling wickedly to herself. "I should feel guilty for hurting their feelings. But I don't. And I'm glad they're gone! Maybe Jareth was right that I can be cruel." Sighing, she began scooping up handfuls of confetti and dumping them in her wastebasket. "Jareth. Why did I have to start thinking about him again? And why do I feel guilty when I think about him, instead of feeling guilty about the way I just treated my friends? It's so confusing!"
Sitting down hard on her bare floor amid the jumble of torn streamers, confetti, and broken party hats, Sarah closed her eyes and rested her head on her knees. His eyes looked so sad at the end. Why had he asked her to love him? It was just a trick wasn't it? A trick to keep Toby. Why did something feel so wrong when she'd gotten what she wanted? Her mind went to her encounter with Jareth just before he summoned the cleaners. He was standing so close to her then. She remembered how he leaned towards her when he asked her how she liked his labyrinth. She had wanted so badly to reach her hand out and touch his face at that moment, to feel his smooth skin and to trace his firm jaw line with her fingers. What would he have done if she'd gently swept her fingers over those lips…?
With her eyes still closed, Sarah began to breathe more heavily as she felt her body tingle and a strange excitement begin to grow within the pit of her stomach. She was so immersed in her own feelings that she didn't even notice the scratching and pecking at her bedroom window.
MOTHER'S DAY
By Morwenna Caddy
CHAPTER ONE: AFTER THE LABYRINTH
Sarah went through the motions of having a fantastic time at her post- Labyrinth party in her bedroom. Everyone she'd met through-out her adventures was there, save one. All were accounted for except the one whom she didn't want to think about. Why was it that whenever she did think about him, her heart felt heavy? She'd won, hadn't she? After all, he was the bad guy. Wasn't he? "Stop it, Sarah Williams," she thought to herself. "It's party-time with my friends and I'm not going to waste a moment of it." Yet she couldn't help glancing out the window every few seconds to look for a fluttering of white wings.
Amid thoughts of the Goblin King, Sarah was also distracted from joining in with the merry-making by thoughts of her step-mother. "How can I relax and get into the spirit of things if I'm worried about Karen overhearing us?" she grumbled. "What if I don't hear her coming home? She might come into my room and see me with my friends. And even if they do leave in time, I'm going to get into so much trouble for the mess they're making. Oh, why won't she ever let me have any fun?" Frowning, Sarah remembered the last time she had her two best friends in her room for a little impromptu get-together. "I was so embarrassed by the way she burst into my room and humiliated me in front of my friends, yelling at me like that. I hate her!"
"Oh, I give up!" she cried. Frustrated, she grabbed a balloon and dug her nails into it until it popped, startling a few assorted goblins. "You guys, I appreciate what you're doing for me, but I'm just not in the party mood right now. Will you please leave?" Hoggle, clearly startled, looked quite hurt, and the rest of the group vanished one by one.
"As you wish, my lady," said Sir Didymus, bowing low and sweeping his cap to the ground before vanishing.
Finally no one was left in the room with Sarah but Hoggle, who was standing in stony silence. "Please don't feel bad, Hoggle," Sarah told him. "I just need to be alone right now. I'll call you later when I need you, OK?" Sarah bent forward to give the little guy a parting hug, but realized she was alone when her arms embraced thin air.
"Well, that wasn't very nice of me," she thought, smiling wickedly to herself. "I should feel guilty for hurting their feelings. But I don't. And I'm glad they're gone! Maybe Jareth was right that I can be cruel." Sighing, she began scooping up handfuls of confetti and dumping them in her wastebasket. "Jareth. Why did I have to start thinking about him again? And why do I feel guilty when I think about him, instead of feeling guilty about the way I just treated my friends? It's so confusing!"
Sitting down hard on her bare floor amid the jumble of torn streamers, confetti, and broken party hats, Sarah closed her eyes and rested her head on her knees. His eyes looked so sad at the end. Why had he asked her to love him? It was just a trick wasn't it? A trick to keep Toby. Why did something feel so wrong when she'd gotten what she wanted? Her mind went to her encounter with Jareth just before he summoned the cleaners. He was standing so close to her then. She remembered how he leaned towards her when he asked her how she liked his labyrinth. She had wanted so badly to reach her hand out and touch his face at that moment, to feel his smooth skin and to trace his firm jaw line with her fingers. What would he have done if she'd gently swept her fingers over those lips…?
With her eyes still closed, Sarah began to breathe more heavily as she felt her body tingle and a strange excitement begin to grow within the pit of her stomach. She was so immersed in her own feelings that she didn't even notice the scratching and pecking at her bedroom window.
