May 15, 2003 Labyrinth fan fiction by Michele Baca
~~~~~ Intentions~~~~~
Sarah was home. She flung herself on her bed. Her new memories replaying in her head, her journey through the labyrinth, her new friends, and her win over the Goblin King. She sighed. Although she was glad to be home safe with Toby sleeping in the next room, she felt as if she missed being there. She looked around her room, most all her treasures where tucked away in a drawer or set in a box. She had done all of this ready to take her place in the adult world. But then "why", she asked herself "why am I so sad?"
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Jareth sat in his thrown room, goblins all around in a chaos of scuffling and chicken pestering. He rested his head in one gloved hand while he thought as he had only moments before, about Sarah. He became frustrated at the repulsing figures around him and sought a quieter environment. He came to a seclude windowsill, one he remembered fondly. He sat here once overlooking the forest where he watched Sarah, where he sent her crystals.
"Sarah" He closed his eyes. He couldn't understand her. Dozens of girls had called to him asking and pleading to take their baby brothers, few had actually ask to have them back, but all never turned down his gift. They all took the crystals. Except her. Sarah was the only one that had journeyed threw the Labyrinth. She had managed to defeat his guards, his changing labyrinth, his bog of eternal stench and she had even defeated him, the Goblin King. Sarah was the only one that ever denied him. "But why?" This question plagued him. This question, only one person really knew the answer. "Sarah!" Jareth lifted his hand. The air around his fingers once still was now glittering with rays of light and there within his grasp was a Crystal Orb. Peering into it he saw her. Jareth tried to resist the urge to go right then to her room, where she sat at her vanity. He knew that he could only visit her in the form of a great white owl. Only 'the words' would allow him to visit Sarah's world in his human form. He looked away from the crystal, while still in his grasp, flickered with light changing into a small black pocket watch, marking 13 hours. Jareth looked out into the deep sky above the Underground, turned and set out to prepare for his flight.
Sarah sat in her room peering into her own eyes. Somewhere inside her she thought if she looked long enough she would find the answer to her troubles. Her father's words still fresh in her mind, she could only think, "Don't worry Sarah your still only a teenager and growing up doesn't happen overnight. " She felt as if she should receive an award for the most mature person ever to walk above ground. "Above ground..." she whispered to herself. Sarah touched her mirror, cold and smooth like a crystal. She felt tears begin to well up inside when she was startled by a white owl perched in the tree just outside her window. Just before she could close it the owl hopped on to her lattice, it seemed to stair at her. Though she thought it rather odd and a little frightening Sarah did nothing about it. Too rapped in her own sorrow and confusion, she sat at her vanity and began to cry. " Iv tried so hard, to do what is best. All I want to do is go back to the Labyrinth, but I thought.." She sobbed looking into the mirror once more. " I thought I had to come back here and grow up." Her reflection gave Sarah a new perspective on herself. She saw a young woman who lost everything she had ever wanted for the sake of her family and the betterment of herself. She saw a young woman who wished she had made a different choice. Sara sighed a breath of release and acceptance. She saw a young woman who was glad she didn't have to make that choice again. Rejecting would be impossible. Sarah looked at the owl still at her window. She outstretched her hand, fingers lightly hovering about the owls back. A smile formed on Sarah's face; just then the owls wings expanded and flew out the window into the moonlight. So dark so much sooner. Sarah wondered, "Is it really so late?" as if mysteriously answering her question, Sarah looked down at her window upon closing it, to find a small pocket watch, incased in black metal, where the owl had been. "Strange," Sarah had thought. As she examined it further her heart beat twice as fast as she spotted the number 13.
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authors note: yep it's a little slow but im getting to the good stuff I promise!! Oh and here's the disclaimer; ready and..here we go.I do not own the characters in this story nor do own any of the settings or happenings, that all belongs to the wonderful Jim Henson and his company. I just merely borrowed them to write a story for my own pleasure I have no intention of selling this or making any profit from it. :D
p.s. chapter two will be up soon!!!
~~~~~ Intentions~~~~~
Sarah was home. She flung herself on her bed. Her new memories replaying in her head, her journey through the labyrinth, her new friends, and her win over the Goblin King. She sighed. Although she was glad to be home safe with Toby sleeping in the next room, she felt as if she missed being there. She looked around her room, most all her treasures where tucked away in a drawer or set in a box. She had done all of this ready to take her place in the adult world. But then "why", she asked herself "why am I so sad?"
~~*~~
Jareth sat in his thrown room, goblins all around in a chaos of scuffling and chicken pestering. He rested his head in one gloved hand while he thought as he had only moments before, about Sarah. He became frustrated at the repulsing figures around him and sought a quieter environment. He came to a seclude windowsill, one he remembered fondly. He sat here once overlooking the forest where he watched Sarah, where he sent her crystals.
"Sarah" He closed his eyes. He couldn't understand her. Dozens of girls had called to him asking and pleading to take their baby brothers, few had actually ask to have them back, but all never turned down his gift. They all took the crystals. Except her. Sarah was the only one that had journeyed threw the Labyrinth. She had managed to defeat his guards, his changing labyrinth, his bog of eternal stench and she had even defeated him, the Goblin King. Sarah was the only one that ever denied him. "But why?" This question plagued him. This question, only one person really knew the answer. "Sarah!" Jareth lifted his hand. The air around his fingers once still was now glittering with rays of light and there within his grasp was a Crystal Orb. Peering into it he saw her. Jareth tried to resist the urge to go right then to her room, where she sat at her vanity. He knew that he could only visit her in the form of a great white owl. Only 'the words' would allow him to visit Sarah's world in his human form. He looked away from the crystal, while still in his grasp, flickered with light changing into a small black pocket watch, marking 13 hours. Jareth looked out into the deep sky above the Underground, turned and set out to prepare for his flight.
Sarah sat in her room peering into her own eyes. Somewhere inside her she thought if she looked long enough she would find the answer to her troubles. Her father's words still fresh in her mind, she could only think, "Don't worry Sarah your still only a teenager and growing up doesn't happen overnight. " She felt as if she should receive an award for the most mature person ever to walk above ground. "Above ground..." she whispered to herself. Sarah touched her mirror, cold and smooth like a crystal. She felt tears begin to well up inside when she was startled by a white owl perched in the tree just outside her window. Just before she could close it the owl hopped on to her lattice, it seemed to stair at her. Though she thought it rather odd and a little frightening Sarah did nothing about it. Too rapped in her own sorrow and confusion, she sat at her vanity and began to cry. " Iv tried so hard, to do what is best. All I want to do is go back to the Labyrinth, but I thought.." She sobbed looking into the mirror once more. " I thought I had to come back here and grow up." Her reflection gave Sarah a new perspective on herself. She saw a young woman who lost everything she had ever wanted for the sake of her family and the betterment of herself. She saw a young woman who wished she had made a different choice. Sara sighed a breath of release and acceptance. She saw a young woman who was glad she didn't have to make that choice again. Rejecting would be impossible. Sarah looked at the owl still at her window. She outstretched her hand, fingers lightly hovering about the owls back. A smile formed on Sarah's face; just then the owls wings expanded and flew out the window into the moonlight. So dark so much sooner. Sarah wondered, "Is it really so late?" as if mysteriously answering her question, Sarah looked down at her window upon closing it, to find a small pocket watch, incased in black metal, where the owl had been. "Strange," Sarah had thought. As she examined it further her heart beat twice as fast as she spotted the number 13.
~~~*~~~
authors note: yep it's a little slow but im getting to the good stuff I promise!! Oh and here's the disclaimer; ready and..here we go.I do not own the characters in this story nor do own any of the settings or happenings, that all belongs to the wonderful Jim Henson and his company. I just merely borrowed them to write a story for my own pleasure I have no intention of selling this or making any profit from it. :D
p.s. chapter two will be up soon!!!