A/N: First Fanfic ever so please read and review!
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing from Labyrinth and I'm not makinig any money off of this.
Chapter One
Christine's voice echoed throughout our flat, with Raoul's voice rising quickly in volume over the phone. If Christine gripped our phone any tighter, she'd break it. I shrank back into the safety of my room, trying to escape the escalating drama…
CRASH!!!
…and apparently the dishes that were currently flying from Christine's hands at our walls. Oh she is so paying for replacements, I thought with less anger than I probably would have felt, if not for the current situation. Poor Christine. Although honestly, I'd never been a huge Raoul fan. He's just a little too girly for my taste. Not that I'd ever tell Christine that. Or Erik for that matter. My God, If Erik ever thought he actually had a supporter on the inside of our flat… I shuddered at the endless possibilities.
I sank down into my bed with a sigh and wrapped my arms around myself. Outside, Christine seemed to have grown tired of trashing the place. But the conversation was still heated… wait. Was she crying? Oh dear. Raoul's a dead man for sure. "I wish I was anywhere but here right now…" I muttered sadly into my knees. All of this arguing brought back a surge of painful memories concerning my parent's messy divorce. Suddenly a loud POOF!, interrupted my somber thoughts. The bed and walls around me disappeared in a cloud of smoke and glitter.
I felt myself falling only to be caught by something both soft and firm at the same time. Before my head stopped spinning, two thick bands sheathed in black snaked around my waist and arms. Still slightly disoriented, I whipped my head around to meet the two-toned gaze and happy smirk of the Goblin King. "My, my, Sarah. This is a pleasant surprise!" Jareth purred. "You should have told us you were dropping by Precious, Javert would have made more coffee."
I let out a snarl of rage and violently attempted to wiggle out of his iron grip, but to no avail. "Oh do settle down Precious, ("Like hell I will!") we're watching… oh what is this infernal sport called?" he muttered. "It's football, Jareth," came James' muffled reply from behind his newspaper. "Oh yes, yes now I remember. Although these men know absolutely nothing about proper tights." Jareth quipped as I continued to try and squirm out of his arms. No luck. "Goblin King, get your glitter-laden claws OFF!" A scoffing noise was his only reply.
As if suddenly remembering my presence, James set down his paper and called, "Well good afternoon Sarah, we weren't expecting you. Jareth, for God's sake let the poor girl go. She's had enough of your obsessive asshole-tendencies by now. We all have." Jareth's growl vibrated in my ear. "Up yours, James."
I shivered at the tickling sensation of his hot breath on my ear. Shit! Please don't notice, please don't notice… I thought frantically. Just then a dark chuckle filled the space around me. "Mmm you liked that Precious? I can do so much more than that to make you shiver…" He murmured suggestively into my dark hair.
Damn it. He noticed the shiver. Of disgust, my mind smirked in triumph. Hon, you know exactly what that shiver was and trust me when I say it wasn't disgust… my inner voice chimed in. Note to self: ask Erik for the use of his torture chamber to kill the inner voice when I get off of Jareth's lap. Hey! the inner voice cried. Watch it sweetheart, I mentally growled. The growl was met with silence. Satisfied, I turned my attentions back to the real world and my current predicament. "Jareth-" He cut me off with a small noise of satisfaction. "Oh I do love it when you say my name with such fire Sarah. If only we can turn your fire to passion." I could feel his lips barely brushing against the exposed skin of my neck; long strands of silky blond hair tickled my cheek.
The room around me grew warmer. "You baby-snatching, feather preening, goblin-kicking, peach-drugging, fairy BASTARD! LET G-" I was cut off once again. Christine and Raoul's argument had reached its climax and even Jareth stopped his assault on my neck to listen. I could hear Christine screaming in French at Raoul. I had no idea what she was saying but it didn't sound good. Above us there was a sound of a slamming door… then complete silence.
"What just happened?" three voices questioned around me. Javert finally emerged from the kitchen with a cup of coffee in both hands and a brief "Hello Sarah," and all three men looked at me expectantly. "I'm not sure," I said slowly. "All I know is that Christine and Raoul had a row over some vacation or something they were supposed to go on, which looks like it isn't happening anymore, then I got poofed down here somehow and the conversation turned to French. I have no idea what happened after that."
Javert passed one of the cups to me and I started slowly handing it off to James (Jareth kept a tight grip on my waist, insuring that I couldn't budge much more than an inch from his lap) when I heard Javert pondering aloud, "I wonder if Erik heard any of that. Where is he anyway?" Jareth elegantly shrugged behind me in response. I had almost gotten the coffee to James when a crescendo of wind and notes from "Ode to Joy" came from Erik's organ, literally blowing away everything and everyone in the apartment's living room.
The couch where Jareth kept me captive overturned us onto the floor, the coffee flew from the mug and drenched Javert as he was thrown back into the kitchen and James was currently caught in a whirlwind of newspaper. I plugged my ears and hunkered down as best I could behind the upside-down couch, waiting for the storm to pass.
Nearly as soon as the commotion began, it ended. The lights flickered on and off until they settled on a dimmed setting. Bits of newspaper floated down around us like snow as I surveyed the carnage. The room looked as if the Cleaners had swept through it. James slowly rose to a sitting position in the corner he had been plastered into and I could hear Javert groaning in the kitchen. "I do believe it's safe to say," James moaned. "That Erik overheard the row between Raoul and Christine."
"Is everyone ok?" I called out. Poor Javert was still grumbling on in the kitchen. As if reading my thoughts, James called over to me, "I'll go check on him," whilst jabbing a finger in the direction of the noise. I nodded to him and he walked past me with a slight limp. I slowly let out an exhale of relief. At least until my thoughts turned to my poor abused flat and the grocery store trip I had to make. Ice cream and margaritas for Christine and a large bottle of Advil for tomorrow morning.
"Well I for one love this new arrangement, Precious." Came a silky smooth voice from beneath me. Wait what? BENEATH me??? I glanced down in dread and realized that my worst nightmares… and most amazing dreams… SHUT UP!... sorry… had come true.
Yup. I was straddling the Goblin King.
A/N: I love cliffhangers. But yeah I know, the first chapter sucked.