Title: Blood Lines: Yes, Sir 2
Author: Kim, The Manipulative Little Monster
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth so don't sue me.
Archive: Anywhere that wants it
Summary: The sequel to Yes, Sir. Toby is back and it's up to him, Sarah and Lee to save their son's life.
A/N: Thanks to AM and JL and Kitty for forcing me to write this and thanks to everyone who voted for me at the Green Awards to give me a reason too.
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Chapter One
Crying. It was the dream again, seeping once again into the subconscious of her mind. She knew that it wasn't anymore then anymore and yet the images flowed through her head as if someone was were pressing the fast forward button on a VCR. Sarah made a soft sound in her throat, her toes twisting into the expanse of rapidly heating rapidly-heating linen. Over a year of life had happened since the terrible day she found what a monster her brother... No, she couldn't consider
him her brother any more. He was nothing to her but a monster.
A monster who was the father of the child she loved as her own.
Pictures of the child that Toby had once been echoed through infinity, teasing her with images of the screaming child that Karen had brought home from the hospital. The first time he looked at her with Wedgwood blue eyes, the first locks of sandy blond hair that had started growing... Normal every day baby issues that had stolen the heart of a some-what somewhat bratty teenage girl.
Then the night that everything changed came flooding back at her; the night she made him what he was too to become. She would never allow herself to forget or forgive the simple wish that had been planted into her head by the arrogance of a goblin king. The Labyrinth that was no place for a baby Fae, no place for a child who had the idea of evil placed inside his head.
The tumble of accusing memories kept coming, and Sarah fought harder and harder against them. Against the images of her brother so calmly attempting to shoot the mother of his child. The lover he claimed to want above all others. The sound of his laughter and his words echoed around her, and she could feel the slime of his fingers roaming over her skin. "I always had a
thing for you, Sarah."
"I always had a thing for you, Sarah."
Sarah bolted forward, her body cloaked in a tremor that she really didn't want to name. All in all, Lieutenant Commander Sarah Williams hated to admit she was scared. But scared she sure was. After all, the spell that she, Lee, and Lucas had made could keep both of the Fae from their dreams.
But it couldn't stop her own memories from haunting her. She had done research into the dreams that she was having, the world wide web sending her information in that lovely anonymous way. They had words for it, and even offered therapy, but Sarah could never tell them her story. Who would believe her? Hell, some days she didn't even believe it herself. And she was sure
that it would mean doctors and big needles and being booted out of the service that she loved. Being a pilot on loan to NASA was something to be aspired too to.
And yet for some reason it always seemed to scare her.
A little look was tossed to the other person in her bed, and she smiled a little bit. One good thing had happened from this horrible past. Her fingers roamed under the covers to rest softly across the hidden back before she stood up and plodded over to the bathroom there. She winced as her warm feet met the cold floor. The water was turned on to an almost scalding almost-scalding hot before she jumped into the shower.
Languid tongues of molten water shifted over her back as she tried to calmly sort out the dream. It was something that she always did. She had to remember if everything happened before so she would know if Toby had entered her mind in anyway now. Slow, deep, steamy breaths where taken as she flipped through the images, hoping that no new ones had been added to the already
varied nightmares she had encountered.
Nope, everything was normal and she allowed herself to relax under the flow of the shower, savoring the letting go of the tense muscles; muscles, feeling as if the filth was being let go of, at least for this night. She didn't want to see Toby's face anymore. She didn't want to have those memories. And she couldn't let go of them.
If she forgot them, she was doomed to make the same mistakes again. Lucas couldn't afford that. And, truthfully, she wasn't sure she could afford that either. It was her fault in the round about round-about way that he couldn't even touch his mother, and that Lee couldn't touch him. Sarah had tried to make up for that in so many little ways, but she always felt guilty. Even the pleasure that loving them both gave her cause the guilt to raise it's its little head.
Whoever said that the best things people did have been done out of guilt obviously didn't have to deal with it everyday. It was a monkey that teased her back, even when she tried to get these horrible thoughts out of her head. A disgusted sigh was made, and she turned the water off, deciding that her thoughts weren't the best thing she needed for her mood right now.
Sarah picked up her robe and tossed it loosely over her pink and wet body. Bare feet tensed as she walked back to the bed and climbed into it. The sheets seemed cold as she lay down, and they clung to her body. A little chatter of teeth broke into the silence, and a soft whine was heard from the other side of the bed. Sarah pressed her feet to the warm body there and was
responded to with the soft pelt of a pillow.
"Damn it, Sarah! Your feet are cold!" Lee sounded grumpy as she always was from the lack of sleep, and the pillow was brought down to hit her lover again.
Sarah laughed and with it, she felt the dream slowly sulking away. "You know you love it." Her feet were pressed to Lee's stomach this time, and a soft push was made.
"You're gonna be sorry, Sarah Williams!"
"Promises, promises, Lee." And with that, Sarah leaned over and pulled up a pair of boxer shorts from the floor. She wiggled them on and then grabbed a shirt. "You want breakfast?"
Lee groaned again. "Damn it, babe. It's only three-thirty. Why can't you eat breakfast at a normal time like the rest of the world?"
"The sooner I eat, the sooner I come back to bed."
"Is that so?" Lee snuggled closer to her lover and traced fingers over her back. "Are you making promises now?"
"I guess I am." A little laugh was made before Sarah leaned over and pressed her lips to Lee's. Lightly they touched, tracing the air between them. It started as it always did between them, a mere press of flesh on flesh. But the intimacy between them seemed to crackle, drawing them together closer. This was more then than a kiss. It was almost a full body full-body embrace. Sarah's
eyes opened for a moment and what she saw reflected in the mirror was enough to make her pull back with a hissed curse.
"What? What is it, Sarah?"
Sarah blinked and she looked back at the mirror, the image still taunting her. All she could see was Lee kissing Toby and moving her hands down his sides. "Son of a bitch! We have to check on Lucas. Something's not right here!"
Lee was on her feet quicker then than a cop when told donuts are free. Her feet slammed over the wood floor, and the door was almost torn form from the hinges before it hit the wall with a resounding bang. Sarah followed her, almost at her heels, holding something that looked like a crossbow in her hands. The hallway to Lucas's room seemed like a hour as they ran and threw the door open.
There was nothing in the room, the clown nightlight gleamed with welcome as Sarah checked the closet and corners as Lee leaned down to check her son. At that moment they heard the half-muffled tones of Lucas saying "Mama." His voice held the slur of one who had never heard his own words and Lee's hand reached down to touch the blanket and shake it so her son would wake to sign back. She let out a cry before Sarah ran to her side and touched the child.
He was burning up. The fever felt like flames as she touched his skin, amazed that her own hand wasn't engulfed as well. His body was dry, totally except where Lee's tears where falling onto his skin. The only thing that Sarah had seen like it was when Toby cast Lee's spell. The spell where she couldn't touch another man. Lee was crying and reaching to touch him before Sarah grabbed her lover's hand. "Lee, go call 9-1-1. We need a doctor, and we need one now. Get an ambulance."
For a split second she looked hurt by the words, and then she looked at her son and nodded. Sarah heard her bound down the hall to the phone in their bedroom. Sarah picked up the boy she loved so much and ran into the bathroom that connected to his room. The cold water was turned on full blast, and she put him into the tub, soaking his pajamas to the hot skin underneath.
She crooned to him softly, touching her fingers to his face, brushing his hair back. Even his hair felt hot as she started to get soaked to the skin. She didn't care, care; she couldn't. "Come on baby, it's okay. Come on, cool down now baby..." Tears where streaking over her cheeks as she sat there feeling more helpless then she did in her entire life.
Time seemed to be counted now in heartbeats rather then than in moments or seconds. Everything seemed to be forever, and it seemed two lifetimes and tomorrow before she heard the sound of sirens. They where close then, and that was good.
Lee flew down the steps, knowing that if she went in to the bathroom she would be no help to her son. She couldn't touch him and everyone knew that. Right now she was just so scared that she would make it worse. The crimson and white lights barreled down on the house, and she through threw the door open to the chilled Alaskan spring night, waving her hands frantically.
The EMTs looked at her almost shaken. Everyone in town knew Lee, and no one had ever seen her like this. Tears had streaked her face, and the crimson made it seem like she was weeping blood. "He's upstairs. Second door on your right. He's roasting with fever. Please help him, he's only five years old..."
A little nod was made as they started up the steps. As Lee turned to follow them, a movement out of the corner of her eye caught her and she turned towards it. There, on the far horizon was a snow-white owl. A strangled cry was made before she turned to run up the stairs and slammed the
door behind her. This thing couldn't come in.
The ride to the hospital was a streak, and neither one of them said anything as they sat side by side watching the thermometer raise ever so slowly, taking the life from the boy's body. Neither said anything as they waited for the doctor, automatically sipping the coffee that the nurses thought they should have. Both of them stared into space before the doctor came out almost
twelve hours later.
He knew them both, he had been the doctor since Lee had returned here almost four years ago. "Lee, Sarah, it's bad. Lucas has some sort of virus that we've never seen before. There's something... odd about his genetic make up that's making him ill. It's not contagious, but it's bad... I think you should start making calls... Would you like me to call your folks for you?"
Lee's only response was a loud screech, a tone of loss that was more like a bird then than a human. Her eyes filled with tears as she slowly slid down the wall that she had been leaning on. Nurses came running over to her saying something about a sedative, but Sarah stood there staring into space.
Something about his genetic code... She thought about what she had seen earlier and that meant only one thing... Toby or Jareth or both were back...
And the three of them where in trouble...